Alastor x Reader Imagines❤ ✔[COMPLETED]

Imagine 9: Vulnerability❣️ (Pt. 2/Finale)

At some point, he rises to his feet, coming to the bathroom doorway and standing there, one hand holding the frame as he watches you vomit.

When you shakily raise your head, you realize at that moment that something was wrapped around you, that your hands were...clutching onto it.

The color red, and the smells of an old cologne mixed with the scent of lemon, makes you realize it.
This is Alastor's coat.

You raise your head fully as you turn to see Alastor standing in the doorway, wearing his long sleeve red shirt with black crosses that overlay one another.
Proving that this is indeed Alastor's coat on you.

You almost don't want to ever give it back, knowing you may never, ever, get this much from Alastor again.
But...he'd throw a fit if you decide to steal his coat.

When you rise to your shaky knees, you slip the coat off, handing it back to him before silently turning towards the circular mirror above the white bathroom sink, staring at yourself.

Embarrassment hits you, making your head hang low as one hand pinches the bridge of your nose.
Christ, what have I done? you say to yourself. You still can't remember all the exact details as to what happened last night, but you can recall bits and pieces here and there.

You got drunk last night...and Alastor had to help you to your room, where he then...ended up staying the night.
Why, you have no idea, and deep down, you're scared to know.

At some point, you feel Alastor approach you from behind, before his arms wrap around your waist, and you feel his head rest on top of your spine and shoulders.

"Are you...feeling all right?" he asks, softly, almost lovingly.
You fight to not break down in tears. For so long, you painted images in your head of Alastor reaching out, wrapping his arms around you lovingly.

All you've ever wanted was his touch, but feeling it now, it's to the point where its almost overwhelming, and you want to push him away.
You know why he's doing this...why he's holding you.

If you weren't feeling like shit, he wouldn't do this.
You know deep down he's forcing himself to do this, to be here, to appear like he cares.
You know these facts, and you try to fight the tears from falling.

Though deep down...your belief is wrong. Alastor is not holding you because he feels like he must do it, he's doing it because he wants too. Because he wants you to feel his presence, to be told that everything is okay.

He wants to be your friend right now...

He notices your hand shakily raise to touch his arm, though instinct has you pull away, clenching it into a balled fist, letting it dangle at your side.

"I'm going to make myself some tea," you quickly turn, feeling cold when his arms fall away from your waist as you walk into the little kitchen this hotel room has provided.

Alastor doesn't follow, he stays inside the bathroom, watching you as you grab the teapot, filling it up over the kitchen sink, before your head drops, and your body begins to quiver from tears.

A very strained sob...one you don't want him to hear, though he does.
It breaks him in half, witnessing you cry, knowing what you must be going through.