The next night, Alastor came over with our usual coffee and some Italian takeout. Giving him a kiss, I took out our dinner and began to unpack it on the counter.
"You should let me cook for you sometime." I said, removing two ravioli plates smelling like heaven. Who knew Hell would have decent Italian places? I guess having every mafia gangster ever to exist in Hell did have a few perks.
"I would love that." Alastor replied, pulling out a couple of forks. We sat down on the couch and watched the news. Katie Killjoy was on, once again pouring her coffee into poor Tom Trench's lap.
"She's such a bitch." I said around a mouthful of ravioli, "I'd love to see someone punch her in her fucking face." Tom might be a pig sometimes, but he didn't deserve to have hot coffee burning his dick every other night.
"Well, there is a reason she is in Hell." Alastor commented, "But I agree, she is absolutely appalling." Leave it to Alastor to be such a gentleman that he wouldn't even call someone like Katie Killjoy a bitch.
"(Y/N)," He continued, "I was wondering if you would like to go dancing with me tomorrow night. There is a swing club down by where we had our first date."
"Dancing?" I asked like a complete idiot. I hadn't been dancing since my senior prom, if you could call a bunch of overly made up, sweaty teenagers grinding on each other dancing.
"Sure," I swallowed my ravioli, "I would love to."
Alastor leaned over and kissed my cheek, "It's a date then."
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What Lovers Do | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
RomancePlagued by memories of your life, you struggle through Hell. Love had only ever brought you misery. So what happens when an unlikely Romeo walks into your life? Warning! This series contains violent scenes containing gore and disturbing themes. It a...
