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Alastor x Fem reader

♡ themes: Alastor being a cutie pie, fluff, a little suggestive? ♡

Theres nothing Alastor despises more about himself than the intense biological urges he’s forced through annually. He’s always prided himself as being a well presented man, however each October it gets hard for him to present himself as such.

His antlers grow without warning, making him prone to headaches with how heavy his head feels. Not to mention the pieces of stringy velvet that are always hanging off.

His skin feels hot to the touch, his forehead is always a little damp from the sweat, his eyes twitch, he itches everywhere.

He looks a mess, even when he tries to look presentable.

That’s why he makes himself scarce, every year on that dreaded month, he makes as little appearances as possible. ESPECIALLY now that he’s at the hotel, however being surrounded by this many nosy people, it gets harder for him to stay locked away for long without people questioning.

However, this year was different, you were here.

You have known Alastor a while, long before coming to the hotel, although you’ve never caught him during a rut before.

Now that you’re living in the same vicinity as the man, you’re (un)fortunate enough to catch it. And it definitely is strange for him, there are unusual feelings that weren’t there before you had arrived.

There was a strange sense of protectiveness he had over you.

Presently, it is the beginning of October in the depths of Hell. You decided to start the day by baking, because why not! You look at recipes for little desserts and find one for chocolate chip cookies that you had ingredients for.

You were in the hotel kitchen, an old 50’s song track on in the background as you mix up the cookie batter, you hum along happily mixing.

You hear a familiar popping of static in the air behind you, turning your head around to see your dear friend making an appearance from out of the shadows.

“Ah! What’s all this, my dear?” He tilts his head a little, smiling wide as per usual, you smiled back at him.

“Baking, I’m making cookies!!” You beamed, his smile became that little bit wider.

“How lovely!”

He likes a girl that can bake, and although he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, he still admires your efforts, he loves watching you either way.

Now that he thinks about it, he loves watching you do anything. Whether that’s reading, walking, talking, laughing, smiling..

His smile tightens at his thoughts, feeling fidgety all of a sudden, theres a fuzzy feeling in his stomach that seems to grow the more he thinks.

He blinks a couple times as his eyebrows furrowed, watching as you hum and pour the chocolate chips into the batter and stirred, gently folding over the mixture.

Too busy to notice that you have turned around once more, watching him stare at your delicate fingers.

“Would you like to stir?”

You smile, moving to the side a little, he seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in as you spoke, stepping forward and in front of the bowl and taking hold of the wooden spoon.

“Now.. the trick is to fold the batter gently, so the texture is kept light, like this..”

You slide your soft hand onto his, guiding the spoon across the mixture.

His chest felt a little tight as he breathed, looking down at your hand on top of his. Oh gosh, he swears he’s never felt this… fuzzy before.

What’s the matter with him? Why is he having these odd thoughts. He’s known you for decades, why are these strange… perverse.. thoughts pushing their way into his brain? Surely this was beneath him.

He couldn’t keep his crimson eyes off of your hands on his, good grief, was it warm in there? Why had he began to feel himself sweat?

He should get a hold of himself, really. A sweet little lady like you? He can’t believe himself.

What are you doing to him?