Criminal Love - Alastor X Female Reader

Chapter 33 - Rosie

"While the others are out wasting their lives away, shall we go and explore hell? Might take you to meet someone who's a good friend of mine down here." Alastor hummed as you were walking the streets of hell.

"You? Have a friend that you haven't killed?" You let out a light-hearted gasp in jest. Alastor responded with a playful roll of his eyes.

"Come along now, darling, there's much of hell for you to see."

A few hours later

"Hey Al?" You stopped yourself staring into one of the clothes store.

"Hmm?"

"Can we go in here? I'm kinda intrigued by what modern clothes might look like on me."

Alastor frowned at that. "My dear, your appearance is perfectly fine," he said. You were wearing a sophisticated vintage dress. Your white hair was styled in elegant curls, and you wore flat shoes and a small hat that complemented the dress.

"I know, but we gotta think. It isn't 1933 anymore. Maybe we should start moving with the time Mr Overlord."

Alastor declined the offer, feeling slightly offended. "I appreciate the suggestion, my dear, but I must decline. However, if it would bring you joy, I am willing to take a look at what they look like," Alastor said with a sigh, demonstrating his supportive nature as a husband.

You entered the store feeling quite cheerful and headed towards the women's section. Alastor was cautiously surveying the surroundings, remaining vigilant for any potential threats or bothersome demons that might disrupt the shopping experience. He noticed the cashier, a demon, trembling with fear upon recognising the presence of the overlord. In response, Alastor smiled widely at her.

"How about this?" You held up a pair of skinny jeans, noticing Alastor's mixed emotions regarding them.

"Looks... lovely. Don't you think it'll show off too much of your umm bottom?"

"Mr Alastor (L/N), are you saying you would be jealous if someone could see the outline of my bum and curve?" You teased.

"Maybe." He mumbled.

You chuckled at that and proceeded to the changing room nonetheless.

You put them on and examined your reflection in the mirror, standing in just your bra with your hat off.

You couldn't help but feel more free! And how they hugged your bottom well.

"Al, come have a look." You shouted.

The curtains opened, and the overlord was taken back for a second, seeing you half dressed, his crimson orbs travelling down as you gave a little twirl.

"What do you think? Perhaps a nice top or jumper would go well with it." You hummed, attempting to envision a look to explore.

"You appear stunning, my dear. However, I must admit that I am a bit possessive and do not want any pesky demon to gaze upon what belongs to me."

"They may look, but they can not touch." You said, gently placing your arms around his neck.

The curtains closed themselves as Alastor hands landed to your butt making you gasp in shock.

"Hmm, they do feel nice in these pants." He smirked. "Alastor!" You hissed, feeling your cheeks heat up. "What? You said to be more modern." He mocked, making your eyes narrow.

"Touche," you said in defeat. He grinned in triumph, sneaking a quick kiss. "I'll be outside." Before you had an opportunity to reply, he swiftly departed into the shadows, leaving you by yourself in the changing room.

With a swift change back to your previous attire, you drew back the curtains and collected a selection of the tops and jumpers that had caught your attention before presenting them to the cashier for purchase.

"Hello," you smiled. Your eyes being a clear giveaway, you were an angel. She shot you a nasty glare, grabbing your items out of your hands in a rather aggressive way.

You rolled your eyes, understanding that she had no malicious intent and that all of this was a result of Adam's actions.

"Should go back to where you came from." The cashier huffed.

"And what might be the reason for such a suggestion, my dear?" Alastor inquired, materializing unexpectedly by her side.

The demoness suddenly cowered, looking petrified for her life.

"N-n-no reason, I didn't mean it."

Alastor's eyes began to glow as you raised your hand, maintaining eye contact with the cashier.

"It's fine, Alastor, she meant no harm. It's clear Adam army left a rather empty hole in her heart... well, don't you worry because I will be killing him and ending it all." You vowed.

"I apologise for my hasty judgment. I admit that I was influenced by your golden eyes and... and..."

She was at a loss for words.

"Come, my dear. We have a meeting to attend." Alastor said, looking at the cashier. You took your bag and left.

As you exited the store, Alastor was deep in thought.

"She was merely frightened, Al. I believe she has lost someone to one."

"Maybe so, but she still didn't have any rights to treat you in such an unprofessional way of judgement because you're an angel. She is fortunate that you intervened," Alastor abruptly stated with a low, menacing growl.

You found yourself in cannibal town as you looked around to all the demons who stared at you like you were fresh meat for their dinner.

"Why am I not surprised your friend from cannibal town?" You mumbled, considering your husband was a cannibal serial killer.

You approached a building that said Rosie emporium.

The door opened, and the bell chimed. A tall woman looked over, her eyes widening with surprise and delight. "Alastor?! Back already I see!" she exclaimed, warmly embracing your husband in a brief but enthusiastic hug.

You couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy as you observed with a raised eyebrow.

"And who's this you got here? My you're brave. I'm surprised no one tried to have a nibble on you." She laughed.

"Rosie, I would like you to meet (Y/N), my darling, beautiful wife that I've spoken about." Alastor announced. Wow, he must really trust her...

Rosie eyes widened. "Oh my... how exciting! A fallen angel? Oh, Alastor told me so much about you. Why you are so beautiful!" She twirled you around. You were absolutely baffled at the moment. As you put on a smile.

"I can see why Alastor kept you a secret. Don't worry, sweet face. Your secret is safe with me."

You looked to Alastor as he was genuinely smiling.

"Nice to meet you." You said giving a little curtesy. "Oh, stop." She cooed. "Come! Are you hungry?"

She showed you some plates with cupcakes, and only the topping was of dead fingers. "I'm good. Thank you for the offer." "Oh so polite." Rosie chuckled.

"Sit, sit!" She pushed you down to a cushioned chair as she sat opposite to you. Alastor stood beside you, leaning on the chair.

"My, aren't the both of you just so cute together!" She exclaimed, glancing between the two of you. "Alastor had spoken so highly of you."

"I do hope it was all positive." You politely responded.

Rosie laughed at that. "Oh, I'm gonna like you! Any friends of Alastor are my friends too!"

For an overlord, she was rather lovely.

You gradually lifted your gaze to meet Alastor's, who was already looking at you with a gentle smile as he rested his head on his hand. You reciprocated the smile, fostering a sense of optimism that perhaps this encounter might not be as daunting as you had initially anticipated.