Alastor x Male Reader Prequel

You Want HOW MUCH!?

Me: welcome back! Here is some spice! I hope this is entertaining. I wanted to take it somewhere a bit different, but when I realised I couldn't, I ended up making this. It's a bit of important information, but mostly it's just build up. Let me know what you think! This small arc has been the hardest in the story, so I can imagine it'll get better after.
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Alastor and (Y/n) have been just fine since the last mishap. The description in the papers was very vague and no one had put out a hit. The two had started spending more time at the speakeasies. They started performing. (Y/n) started singing again. It was a fun way to keep the group together and occupy them from their boredom. Alastor was still bored however. He spent many evenings drinking cognac. It was his drink of choice and since this prohibition escapade he had to use his status in order to get it.

It was only when the price sky rocketed that Alastor was more upset. (Y/n) grew tired of his whining and decided to ask around. He tried with Madam Minsk, a smaller dealer who focused on moonshine. She had no idea why, since her market was stable enough. He tried the town's newest casino owner, who started dabbling. Same result. When he ran out of people who he knew were connected, (Y/n) went to Mimzy.

"Hi... Mimzy." (Y/n) starts.

Mimzy huffs and ignores his table. (Y/n) groans. He grabs Mimzy's arm as she walks by. He hold her arm so she can't leave.

"I need to talk to you. Please." (Y/n) says.

Mimzy sighs, "What do you want?"

(Y/n) replies, "Do you know where Alastor can get cheaper cognac?"

Mimzy raises an eyebrow, "For Alastor? Yeah. There's this one bootlegger who's taken over and trying to monopolize. There's still one guy who does french trade who has a better deal. His name's Mathius. Go gown to the docks on Wednesday. He'll be there. You can arrange personal collections with him."

(Y/n) kisses her hand, "Thank you! Alastor's been dying to get more, but unwilling to pay the new price. I'm sick of the whining."

Mimzy growls and pulls her hand away, "Quiff."

(Y/n) rolls his eyes, "You know I'm not interested. Do it for him."

Mimzy huffs, "For him."

The two part ways, frustrated. (Y/n) supposed he got what he needed from the interaction. He goes back to his home. He had a collection to turn in. He relaxes when he enters the door.

"Mama! I'm home!" He calls.

Mama Amelie smiles. She hugs him and asks, "Hey sweet pea! How'd it go?"

(Y/n) hugs her back and feels a lot better. "It went well! I got that info Al needed! Wednesday, at the docks we can get cheaper booze."

He winks and pulls away. Mama Amelie grins. She puts her hands together and brings them to her chest.

"Good! Maybe he'll brighten up! I know not going on those evening events has been driving him up the walls." She says.

(Y/n) nods. "Definitely. I need to go turn in that collection! I'll be bringing in the big dough this time so we'll have plenty to fuel his new habits."

Mama Amelie gasps, "It's finished!? Can I see?"

(Y/n) chuckles and brings them out. "Here we are! Each and every one a place where Alastor and I grew closer!"

Amelie smiles, "They're beautiful!"

(Y/n) puts them in his bag for portfolios and grabs the rest of his things. "I'll be back!"

He rushes out to the gallery, excited to not only profit from his art but to have them appreciated. He rushes off the bus and walks into the reception room. He walks up to Mrs. Geraldine, the receptionist. He smiles.

"Hello! I have an appointment with Mr. Singer." He says.

Mrs. Geraldine nods, "Yep! Go right in, suga!"

(Y/n) thanks her and walks in with a knock. "Sir!"

Bob stands up from his seat and walks over to the man. (Y/n) shakes his hand. He pulls out the twenty pieces some bigger than others.

"Here we are!" (Y/n) says.

Bob Singer replies, "Well done!"

(Y/n) says, "So, how much would you give me for this collection?"

Bob hummed, "I can give you $37."

(Y/n) has to hide his shock. "Maybe we can do $45?"

Bob starts to sneer until he catches himself. "People have moved on to newer artists and a different style. I'm sorry, but the medium you're using just isn't as popular. $37 take it or leave it."

(Y/n) hides his anger with a cold exterior. Don't give them the satisfaction of knowing they got to you. "Of course. It wasn't my place to ask for more. Forgive me."

Bob nods, "Here. I'll let you know how it goes."

Bob writes off the check and hands it to (Y/n). (Y/n) takes it and offers a good bye. He makes sure to thank Mrs. Geraldine for her work and then heads home.

The next morning a new headline appeared. 'Warehouse exploded, Alcohol found, and Justice waiting to be Served.' It was almost damning. (Y/n) and Alastor read along to see who exactly was suspected given there were multiple competitors. It seemed that Mathius was in the clear. Alastor grinned as he read along not caring much. A few of the poorer families who were involved were arrested. Otherwise it just stated the police were investigating.

Alastor scoffs, "What incompetence! Everyone knows where the booze is, who is selling. It seems like the police are being paid to not bust anyone, at this rate. Not surprising, but still."

(Y/n) chuckles, "Of course there's bound to be some cops paid off! But even a cop needs a stiff drink at the end of the day! Prohibition was a token to all them women complaining drink was makin' their husbands gamble away money. You know how they shift the blame of bad government onto the people around them. Can't really blame them poor people either."

Alastor nods, "I will always find it amusing, however."

Mama Amelie sighs, "Don't go sayin those kindsa things in public, ya hear?"

Alastor nods, "Yes mother."

(Y/n) hides his chuckles behind a hand and Mama Amelie gives him a look too. "Don't you get me started on you! You still use dark humour at inappropriate times and nearly cost me a bridge partner."

(Y/n) looks away, embarrassed. Alastor chuckles this time and replies, "Comeuppance."

(Y/n) grumbles.

"Don't be upset because you got called out. After all, Mama means well." Alastor goes back to
His reading.

(Y/n) nods, "Always. She's just got a funny way of showing it sometimes."

Mama raises an eyebrow and leans into the living room with a dish in her hand. "I heard that!"
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Me: hello! A bit of translation! I know I've been bad about it, but you can usually get it through context.

Quiff-slut, someone who sleeps around

So, when (Y/n) replies he isn't interested, ya'll are implying you don't sleep around cause you got the hots for Alastor. Loyalty!