a... another request.... this one is a fic request this time tho...
yk those stupid bachelor auction things where you can bid to go on a date with a man and then the proceeds go to charity? well what if that bit .... human alastor ... x reader ......
How the hell he'd gotten tangled up in Mimzy's latest little scheme to earn a quick buck, Alastor surely couldn't tell you. Her club was fully into the idea though, given how excited half of the young women here screamed the second he hopped up on stage.
"ALRIGHT LADIESSS, and Gents!~ My friend Alastor here will dance with ONE of you lucky folks!! Highest donation to the club gets the privilege!! And he's a REALLY good dancer!!"
Right. So for the past hour and a half, Mimzy has been swindling these drunk idiots into giving up all the cash in their wallets by pulling attractive [also drunk likely] people on stage and hyping up how you can win a dance If you donate the most amount of money.
He is her next victim it seems, and dammit, If he didn't adore this woman he'd have said no. Alas, Alastor can't say no to her, she's a soft spot in his stone heart. So he plays along, waves and does a dramatic sort of showman bow. Hell, he even blows a kiss to this one overly tipsy flapper who giggles so much she nearly passes out.
…Seriously, the things people will throw all their money at, it's a slight ego boost to have so many people fighting for the chance to dance with him. If only they weren't all morons, they'd have realized he'd been dancing with people all night for FREE.
Mimzy picks some random club-goer once her pot is stuffed to the brim with green, pushing them off toward Alastor, before snatching up a random man from the front of the crowd. …He supposes he can respect her hustle, even if she is a blatant con-woman.
"Ah, and I suppose you're our lucky winner, hm?" His eyes flit down, and…oh for fucks sake, it's you.
"I'm going to start thinking you're stalking me, dear." He hisses softly, pulling you out toward the dance floor, he has an obligation to fulfill he supposes. An amused smile lingers on your lips, as he pulls you into time with the music.
"You didn't shove any money into that pot, did you?" He huffs, hand firmly on your waist, leading the steps of the dance.
"I might have pushed the real winner under, maybeee." You grin, offering him a look that implied you didn't care if said stranger ended up trampled, n o one is dancing with him besides you.
"What am I going to do with you, you're a thorn in my side." He hissed lowly, leaning in toward your ear. His hostility simply brought a smile to your face, a challenge, the game played between you.
You lean your head against his chest, enjoying your dance earned not through money, but pure ruthlessness toward your fellow man.
-edit This is short, Idk if it counts as a fic but here ya go.













