Alastor x Reader Imagines❤ ✔[COMPLETED]

Imagine 6: Jambalaya🥰

Mine smells like a regular boring old egg, but his dish...its as if I'm traveling to New Orleans itself by just smelling it.

Once my egg was completed, I go to the kitchen table and sit down, exhaling a breath as I pick at it for a moment with a fork, not really interested in eating anymore even though I already cooked it.

Alastor looks over his shoulder at me. "Overdone, my dear?"

I look up at him. How the hell did he know that?!
...well, I was cooking beside him.
I shrug. "Its alright, I'm just...gonna eat it slow." I force a bite in my mouth, trying to keep the grimace away.

God it taste like shit. Way to much salt AND I overcooked it.

He glances down at his jambalaya, silent for a moment before...
"Oh how silly of me! I do believe I made too much jambalaya for myself!" he turns towards me, two steaming bowls prepared in his hands as he smiles at me. "Would you be so kind and help me finish this off? I do hate letting food go to waste."

"O-oh, um, okay, sure," I say a little nervously.
He didn't poison it, did he? Oh god don't be stupid Y/N! He wouldn't do that!

"Splendid!" he comes and sits in the chair across from, setting both our bowls down.
I try to reach for mine, but when I do, he pulls it away.

I furrow my brow. What is he doing?

I watch him take a spoonful of hot jambalaya, before motioning it towards me. "Blow my dear, its quite hot."

IS HE GOING TO FEED ME?!
I stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, before reality smacks me in the face and makes me blow.

"Say ahh," he says in a sing song way, before he gently puts the spoon in my mouth, letting it go and pushing my bowl to me for me to do the rest.

Oh my god...THE FLAVOR!
Not to hot, not to bland, its PERFECTION!

He sees my pleased reaction, his smiling turning soft as he rests his hands in his palms. "I can see that you like it."

"Its amazing," I compliment, taking another bite. "You have to tell me the recipe."

He laughs. "I'm afraid not, mon cheri. Family secret. It is my mother's recipe."

"Wow, then she must be a really good cook," I say through my mouthful, before suddenly Alastor reaches up and brushes against the corner of my lip with his thumb.

My eyes widen and cheeks blush furiously.
I'm making a mess of myself aren't I? Good grief.

"Yes indeed she was," Alastor grins, "I always knew it was jambalaya night at our house when our neighbors would come knocking on our door. The smell could take out an entire block!" he laughs at his little joke at the end, before exhaling a soft breath.

"That sounds really nice," I reply, feeling a little wave of home sickness wash over me. It reminds me of the time I've spent with my family in the kitchen, cooking with them, just having a good time without a care in the world.

Feels like so long ago...

Alastor notices the change in my energy, before he clears his throat.

"Charlie isn't working you too hard, I hope," he says.
I shrug again. "Depends on the days I guess," I chuckle softly.

"Well, if you feel that too much is being piled up on you, do tell me. I could work something out."

Did he just offer to help me? ME?! A stranger?!
I smile softly. "Thanks..." I look up at him, "I'll let you know."

He smiles as well. "My dear, I do not mean to be forward, but may I point out that you have a lovely smile?"

I make a stifled gasp noise in the back of my throat, all of which I hope he didn't hear.
Why is he complimenting me all of a sudden?! And why is it making my heart pound out of my chest?

"Th-thank you," I reply through nervous words, feeling like I should return a compliment back. "I uh...like your hair."

He chuckles softly, not helping but reaching up and touching his hair. "That's nice, thank you darling."

DARLING?!

Suddenly he stands up. "Well, I fear I am ten minutes late for the second meeting with Rosie Charlie arranged," he turns to leave, "I enjoyed your company. Perhaps you can drop by again sometime. I'd quite like that." He nods at me. "Farewell, Y/N."

And then he's gone, out of the door, leaving me alone.
Shit...my heart is pounding out of my chest, I'm getting that tingling feeling inside.

Oh dear, I think I'm developing a crush on Alastor...

***
*Alastor's POV*

I exhale a short breath when I enter my hotel room Charlie had especially prepared for me.

Softly, I bring a loose clenched hand to my chest where I'm beginning to feel these...EMOTIONS I've heard people say.

I must admit, though Y/N and I aren't entirely close, nor have we ever spoken to each other beside that one time that just happened moments ago...I can't help but feel comfortable around her.

Like she's an old friend, or something more.

Oh goodness I've never felt such thing like this before, what do I do? What do I say? Ugh the questions!

Now now, those aren't important now.
What matters now, is getting through with this Hotel affair.

I walk over to my closest and put on my suit, before turning to see my shadow with its hands to its face, exhaling a breath with heart shaped symbols around him.

"Get ahold of yourself," I wave at it, and like smoke, it disappears.

Still though...I don't deny the fact that I too feel the same.

I smile softly, before whispering a few words under my breath.

"Elle est belle, tu ne penses pas?"

My shadow appears again, nodding at me with a thumbs up.
I exhale and roll my eyes, before hearing Charlie's voice calling my name down the hall.

THANKS FOR READING!!!

Translations!👇

Le cuisine: The kitchen.

Mon ami: My friend.

Mon cheri: My dear

Elle est belle, tu ne penses pas?: She is beautiful, don't you think?