CG! Alastor & Little! Reader
A/N: It was storming last night so I wrote this to cope. I'm thinking of expanding on this and making my own AU of sorts (inspired by the great @/nottapossum!)
The acid rain pelted on the windows, drowning out the quiet radio playing on the windowsill. You were supposed to be asleep ages ago, but once the heavy rain started, sleep became impossible. Especially when a flash of light startled you, followed by the loud sound of thunder, shaking the ground.
You hid your head in your pillow, hoping it would help. It didn't. Every time you heard a burst of thunder, your anxiety doubled. Eventually you were shaking, close to tears, under every blanket and pillow you could find.
But the storm wasn't going away. If anything, it was getting worse. You couldn't stifle your sobs anymore. Poking you head out of the pile, you let out hiccuping cries, hoping maybe someone would hear you and come help.
The radio on the windowsill crackled, followed by a growing shadowy figure on the wall. Alastor's shadow, which led to Alastor himself walking out of the shadows.
He wasn't wearing his coat, just his button up with rolled up sleeves and his waistcoat. Reading glasses were preached on his nose. Your crying quieted only a little as he adjusted his waistcoat.
"Now, now, what seems to be problem, my dear?" Alastor's smile grew gentle as he came to sit on the edge of your bed.
Sniffling, you crawled a little more out of your pile. "'s da t'under. An da ligh'ning. Don' like."
"Ah, I see." Alastor nodded slowly. "Well, they are just natural phenomena, little one. You're safe inside."
Your face furrowed together. He didn't get it! "Don' like," you repeated. The frustration was starting to bring on a new wave of tears. "Don' like!"
"Why don't you like it, dearest? I can't help if you don't tell me why."
"Don' like!" You tried again, hiccuping back sob.
Alastor opened his mouth to reply, but before he could speak, there was a loud flash and the loud bang of thunder shook the entire hotel.
Clamping your hands over your ears, you nestled back into your cocoon, crying into the blankets.
Alastor made a small noise of understanding. You didn't dare peak out of your blankets until Alastor lifted half the pile, and you, closer to him.
"Hush now, it will be alright. I know it's scary. I understand." Alastor gently moved some hair out of your face, cleaning up your face with a hanky he summoned. "Would you like me to see if Angel will let you sleep in his bed tonight?"
You shook your head, nestling into Alastor. Alastor was warm. He'd protect you from the scary lights and noises, you were sure of it. Alastor could protect you from anything.
He pressed his lips together. "What about Lucifer? I'm sure he'd love to see you."
No. You shook your head again. Luci was nice and all, but he was on the other end of the hotel. And you didn't want to wake him up. Luci didn't like being woken up.
"You protec' me," you stated firmly. A large yawn broke its way out of your mouth. "Stay."
Sighing deeply, Alastor picked you up effortlessly. You leaned into him, allowing him to teleport the both of you back to his room.
The half room, half bayou was dimly illuminated by fireflies and candles, the fire in the hearth cracking quietly. It was immensely quieter in here, causing you to relax as soon as you both fully reappeared.
With a snap of his fingers, a bed appeared on the wall opposite the fireplace. It was a toddler bed big enough for you, a red, partly-translucent canopy covering the entire bed. It looked comfy, with tons of pillows and blankets and stuffies.
You yawned again, rubbing your eyes. You were really tired now from all that crying. Silently, Alastor walked over and gently placed you in the bed, adjusting the pillows and blankets so he could tuck you in securely.
"Now, sleep well, my child," Alastor told you softly. He closed the canopy, but it was okay because you could still see him through it.
Murmuring a goodnight, you rolled over and were asleep before Alastor had a chance to crack open his book again.
