Alastor with a non-biological teenager who died in the 80's
This is kind of based on some headcanons I posted earlier. I wanted to include some in the story, so here it is!
Again, i made him a softy here, don't come for my throat😞
I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes.
It was strange, dying. Apparently there's a whole process that happens after..
Standing in Hell when you 'wake up'..
Processing, and finding a place to live.
Getting kicked out of that place, because they find out you lied about your age, and now living on the streets.
A girl finding out you live on the streets, and you discovering she's the Princess of Hell.
She invites you to stay at her hotel, rent free, but in exchange, you have to rehabilitate. Okay, do-able right? Wrong.
Finding out the radio demon stays at that EXACT Hotel.
The demon you wanted to avoid the most.
Sighing and accepting the fact that your stuck with him.
So, there you were. A 16 year old, standing in the door opening of the hotel, ready to be Rehabilitated.
Charlie, the girl you met on the streets, walks up to you and shakes your hand enthusiasticly.
"Welcome (y/n)!! We're so happy to have you here!" She smiles widely.
You awkwardly smile back at her.
"Thanks for taking me in.. i really do appreciate it."
"Ofcourse, it's no problem. We need more guests here anyways so, your helping me out more than your aware." She drags you inside the hotel, introducing you to the staff.
"Everyone this is (y/n), our first ever teenager at the Hotel! (y/n), this is, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Alastor"
You looked at everyone taking in their appearances and names.
You make eye contact with Alastor, his usual grin widens, as he tilts his head a little to the left.
"Nice.. to meet you all." You smile a little.
Alastor spoke. "So, how old are you, dear?"
Taken off-guard by him actually speaking to you, you answer.
"When did you die?" Angel dust asks.
"1983" you answer, again.
"How did you die?" He asks.
You stayed quiet for a moment.
"I drowned." Your grip on your bag tightens.
"Charlie, can you show me to my room, please? I need some time to... take it all in"
She nods, leading you upstairs.
Alastors gaze follows you.
"Wow, well done Angel. Asking a teenager how they died. real smooth." Vaggie says.
"How was I supposed to know it would upset them?"
"I don't know.. common sense?"
Charlie opens the door to your room, as you both step in.
"Take your time to get settled in, there's no hurry. Breakfast is at 8:30, lunch at 12:00 and dinner at 18:00 (6:00). There's also a meeting tommorow morning at 10 but you don't have to come to that if you don't want to." She smiles, leaving your room.
You sigh, and plop down on your bed.
You turn to your left, being met by Alastor staring at you.
You scream, rolling off the bed.
"What the hell, Alastor?" You say, loudly.
"My apologies, dear. I just noticed something was wrong when you spoke about the way you died. Now, i'm no therapist, but I am a good listener.
Would you like to talk about it?"
"What's there to say? I was fighting somebody off near a pool. I killed his friend. He pushed me in, and he drowned me. That's all there is."
He hummed as you stand back up, and start unpacking.
"Not really.. I went to school with him but that's all." He nods, as he stands up, taking the shirt you had in your hands, and folding it properly for you.
"If you need a hand with anything, just ask" He says, leaving your room.
The next morning you wake up at 7:00 am.
You sit up, as you heard a knock on your door.
"Come in" you say, yawning.
Alastor opens, enters, and closes the door.
"Charlie asked me to help you get settled i-" He stops and looks at you, noticing your hair. "-in." He stays silent for a moment before speaking again.
"My goodness, you look an absolute mess, dear."
You roll your eyes, laying back down.
He walks towards the curtains and opens them, light cutting off your vision for a few seconds. You groan.
"Time to get up, we have a trip to make." He lays an outfit on the end of your bed.
"Meet me downstairs in 15 minutes."
He exits your room again.
"Strange guy" you mumble, getting out of bed.
"And make your bed!" he says loudly from the hall.
"Okay, dad" you yell back, sarcastically. That came out quicker than you wanted it to. You hoped he didn't hear it. With no response, you assumed he didn't.
You get dressed, brush your teeth, do your hair, and all in a hurry since you only had 15 minutes.
You run downstairs, noticing yourself in the mirror. Your wearing a white button-up shirt, with a dark blue skirt that reaches to your calfs, a pair of low black heels and a black hat, with lace. Not to big.
You weren't used to dressing so.. conservative.
Alastor was already waiting at the door.
"Oh, whatever. It's only two minutes."
You say, straighting your skirt, hearing a quick static sound of irritation.
He sighs and opens the door for you.
"Thank you." You step outside, the cold wind hitting your skin, as you breathed it in.
You two were walking in silence when Alastor spoke.
"We'll be going to Cannibal town, where we'll be meeting a friend of mine. I need to ask a favour of her, and I wanted you to tag along, so you could get accustomed to Hell."
"What kind of favour?" You asked, looking up at him.
"I'm afraid that's none of your concern, dear."
You hummed in response, looking around, trying to memorize some of the streets.
"Alastor, when were you born?" You ask.
"1893, January 1st. Why do you ask?"
You whistle, a little surprised.
"No reason, just curious.."
You guys arrived at Cannibal town.
Everyone looked so old fashioned.
You realised why Alastor picked this outfit for you. You blend right in.
You two enter a small communal building.
"Oh my stars. Do my eyes deceive me? Alastor, it's been ages!" She walks up to us, kissing him on the cheek.
"And who's this? Come now Alastor, she's much to young for you. I'm just kidding, I know your an ace in the hole." you snicker.
"A what now?" He asked, confused.
"I think she means ase-sexual, Alastor."
"Yes, that!" The woman says, snapping her fingers.
"I'm Rosie, dear. What's your name?" She smiles.
"I'm (y/n), ma'am, nice to meet you."
She gasps softly, laying her hand on her chest.
"A pleasure meeting you, dear. So polite. Alastor you could learn a thing or two from her." She says, laying her hand on your shoulder and taking us to a table.
You wiggle your eyebrows at Alastor, grinning. He rolls his eyes.
"So what can I do for you two?" She asked.
"It's better I discuss this with you privately, Rosie." Alastor says.
"You can wait here, Dear. We'll be right back" she smiles, as they enter her office.
An hour later, they came back out, laughing.
"Sorry it took so long, we got a little carried away" Rosie apologized.
"It's okay" you said, standing up.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Rosie."
"No need to thank me, Al. It's always a pleasure having you around. See you next time!"
We both smiled at her as we left.
"So.." i started. "What did you two talk about..?"
"I'm still not telling you."
You shrug. "Worth a shot"
You two got back to the Hotel, and had dinner with the rest of the staff.
At 23:00 (11:00) you stumbled upstairs, exhausted from your long day.
You opened the door to your room, and kicked off your shoes, falling onto your bed, immediately dozing off.
Alastor entered your room, about to say something, when he noticed you were asleep. He sighed softly, walking over to you. He gently picked you up, laying your head on your pillow and tucking you in.
Maybe this wasn't so bad after all...
