( yes, I did this ^^^^^ and I'm very proud)
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After your vision cleared, the outline of a big red bed and a wooden closet welcomed you into Alastor's room.
You just teleported! And you would have freaked out if you could have!
But your body had no more energy, not even to process what had happened and what was currently going on.
You just let your instinct decide for you, wich it guided you under the comfortable sheets, impregnated of Alastor's scent.
Cinnamon Blood & Campfire.
A scent that always meant security and warmth, a safe place from the entire world, a scent that meant Alastor.
You let it guide you into a deep sleep, exactly what you needed.
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You hated your job, no... you liked what you did, but not why and where you did it.
Pole dancing was a passion that grew with you, you had started practising it at a young age, to the point your teacher had now become an old family friend.
Even when you finished university you still practised it.
But entering the New Orleans Mafia was something you didn't want to, you were forced to.
The "Young Rose" was a strip club owned by them, used for all the illegal things you can imagine of.
And you worked there.
"Y/n, the boss wants to see you"
You were finishing your makeup as a personal guard of the Boss came to call you, you hoped you didn't do anything wrong.
As you entered his studio, followed by his bodyguards, the smell of smoke almost made you puke.
"Y/n... my golden girl... come here, I need to talk to you about something"
You gulped, you definitely did something wrong.
Your boss was called Franco De Calletti but his most used name was Frank. He was a handsome man, true Italian beauty, all of the girls fell to their knees for him... literally. He was a heartbreaker too...and if it wasn't for his bossy attitude and his dark job, you would have gave him a chance too...
"A little bird told me you were on a date yesterday..."
Kyle? You had dinner with Kyle yesterday but it wasn't a date.
Kyle was one of your best friends and he had been dragged into the mafia too...actually...he is the reason why you ended up in the mafia.
"Now..."
He put out his cigarette, standing up from behind the desk.
"I hate to be called possessive... but we can't have you going around wasting your beautiful body on some insignificant man..."
He had grabbed your waist, pulling you closer and whispered in your hear:
"Especially Kyle..."
A chill ran down your spine as his hand lured on your back, getting uncomfortably close to your back.
"You know I don't like yelling... but a bad girl needs to be punished, am I right?"
Out of fear, you nodded, assuming what was going to come next was...not going to be fun.
He shooed away the guards, who hastily left the room.
As the click of the door closed... he grabbed your ass, making you gasp in shock.
"Now...why don't we have a little fun, hm?"
He made you back off until you hit the desk.
"We are in public so... keep you voice low dear~"
"NO!"
You screamed as hard as you could but his mouth came crashing into yours, keeping your yells inside your throat.
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"NO!!!"
You jumped awake from the horrible nightmare of your before-death life.
You breathed frantically, panic and adrenaline kept you on guard as something from your left softly spoke to you:
"My dear? Are you alright?" Not recognizing the voice and still being very scared from the nightmare you got of the bed as a light cource across the bed turned on to reveal a concerned and confused face.
"Y/n? What happened?
Alastor
Tears started to fill your eyes as you realized that you were in hell, more precisely, in Alastor's room.
You threw yourself at him, letting the tears burst free, you couldn't tell if they were of joy or sadness but you couldn't care less.
He embraced you tightly, rubbing you back, whispering comforting words:
"Oh dear...it was just a nightmare, don't worry, whatever it was, it can't hurt you, I'm here to protect you"
Your panic slowly died, the tears eventually came to a stop, but none of you let go.
What was the point in letting go?
It was like a peaceful island you could swim by anytime you needed... but what if you didn't want to go back to land?
There was nothing that called you back, everything there was threatening to hurt you...
Alastor in these few days has been always there to help you, protect you... he was your island.
"Its the middle of the night dear... tomorrow it's going to be a long day for both of us...c'mon, lay down with me." You weakly nodded and laid on the bed, Alastor pulled up the blanket on the both of you, hugging you closer to his chest.
His scent was stronger than ever, but not unwanted, the beating of his heart was the only sound in your ears.
"T-thank you..." you mumbled, getting comfier in his arms.
"No problems my dear" he turned off the lamp on the bedside-table "I missed your warmth at night, in this big bed, I was getting quite lonely..." he kissed the top of your head and whispered once more "Good night Y/n...I am here to protect you from anything"
And you fell asleep, for the first time in a while, in Alastor's embrace.
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A/n:
KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THIS IS SO HANDSOME AND CUTE AND OMG I WROTE THIS? AGDUACJCDKYDCA-
Yeah, I'm a sucker for fluff, too bad most of you guys are too.
Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter but I didn't want to end this in any other way.
More of Y/n,'s past! yay
Welp, I hope you liked this chapter and ill see yall next Monday BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(also love you guys <3 )
-Gost UwU