alastor.

“it's a new trend and it's hilarious!” angel laughed, two of his arms clutching his stomach while his upper free hand held his phone.

“if it's something lewd, angel, i swear to satan—” he cut you off by almost shoving his phone to your face.

you shut up and blinked, your eyes adjusting to the bright screen of his phone. and when you did, you watched in silence.

you laughed along with the spider demon.

“hey.” he called when you both had calmed down, “why not try it with your strawberry husband right there?”

he pointed towards alastor who was talking to charlie about something needed for the hotel. you pursed your lips before shaking your head.

“no way. he won't like that.” You laughed.

but you wouldn't deny that you were curious to see his reaction. so without further ado, you decided to give it a try.

you were sprawled on the couch of the hotel lounge, trying to find a nice timing to start your plan. you watched alastor read the newspaper on a solo couch in front of you, the coffee table between you two.

letting out a breath, you called with the most plain voice you could ever muster, “hey, alastor, can you pretty please get me some water?”

he froze and stared hard into the papers in his hand, his ears perked up. it was silent before he placed the newspaper down, a smile plastered on his face but confusion was evident in his eyes.

“pardon?” he asked.

“uhm, i asked if you could pretty please get me some water, alastor?” you repeated, blinking your eyes innocently while inwardly trying your best not to laugh at your husband's reaction.

“my dear,” he crossed his legs, “did you just call me alastor?”

he tilted his head to the side, the ‘did i do something wrong?’ look on his face.

after all the years of being together, he was used to you calling him affectionate names like ‘honey’, ‘love’, ‘hubby’. who the fuck was alastor?

“isn't that your name, alastor?” you asked once more, amused.

suddenly, his usual tone was back, “hmm . . .”

he stood up and walked around the coffee table to stand in front of you with his hands behind him. you raised an eyebrow, confused. before that confusion turned into surprise as he swiftly scooped you into his arms.

“perhaps i should teach you what to call me,” he grinned, voice lowering as he added, “and you'll be screaming it beneath me.”

a tomato was an understatement to compare with your face.

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sorry it took a few days for another update oof

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