Five Times Alastor Avoided Intimacy (+1 Time She Didn’t) Fem!Alastor/Charlie
tags- Mutual Pining, Flustered Alastor, Confessions, Charlie Knows What She Wants, Dramatic Alastor, Charlie Takes Charge, Alastor Has No Game
1. The Almost Kiss
Charlie sat beside Alastor, tilting her head with curiosity, as if trying to decode a mystery wrapped in pinstripes and static.
“Alastor… Have you ever kissed anyone?” She asked, her voice light and playful, but with a spark of genuine intrigue.
Alastor let out a dismissive huff, straightening her bowtie with exaggerated bravado. “Why, I am a dashing individual; anyone should feel honored if I kissed them.”
Then, a beat of silence. Her confident grin wavered. “However, Technically… no.”
Charlie’s smile curled mischievously. “Would you like to?”
For the first time in ages, Alastor hesitated. “I—” she started, her usually quick tongue caught in a rare moment of uncertainty.
Before she could answer, a thunderous crash erupted from the lobby.
Charlie gasped, leaping to her feet. “Oh, come on! Can we have one moment without property damage?!”
With that, she rushed off, leaving Alastor frozen in place, a trembling hand pressed to her chest as if she could still feel the ghost of the question lingering in the air.
2. The Dance That Never Was
The hotel had been transformed into a dreamscape of swirling colors and masked figures. The masquerade ball was in full swing, and Charlie was glowing with excitement as she practically dragged Alastor onto the dance floor.
“C’mon, Alastor! Just one dance!” She pleaded, already lacing her fingers through Alastor's own.
Alastor sighed dramatically, but there was a telltale smirk on her lips. “Well, I suppose I can humor you, my dear,” she said, allowing herself to be led.
They moved in perfect rhythm, twirling and gliding across the floor as if the world around them had melted away. Charlie’s golden eyes shimmered behind her mask, her white dress swirling.
Alastor was captivated.
The warmth of Charlie’s hands on her waist sent a strange, unfamiliar spark shooting through her, an emotion far too overwhelming for Alastor to process.
Panic flickered in her eyes.
With a theatrical flourish, she spun out of Charlie’s grasp and took a grand bow. “My, my! What a thrilling dance! But I’m afraid that’s all for now, dear!”
Before she could protest, Alastor's form flickered, melting into shadows, leaving Charlie standing alone, confused.
“…What just happened?” She muttered, staring at the empty space where Alastor had been only seconds ago.
3. The Accidental Confession
One cool evening, Angel cornered Alastor, arms crossed and hip cocked, his tone a mix of accusation and genuine curiosity. "Alright, smiles, spill. You got a thing for Charlie, don’t you?" His smirk was sharp, but his eyes searched for something real in Alastor’s face.
Alastor let out a laugh. “Oh, whatever could possibly make you think that?” She quipped, but the slight tremor in her voice gave her away.
Angel groaned, throwing his hands up. "Oh, I dunno, maybe the longing stares, the whole 'tragic pining' aesthetic you got goin’ on? You look at her like she put the sun in the sky, but you won’t make a damn move. What gives?"
Alastor said nothing for a few minutes. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she admitted, “Because… I’ve never done any of this before.” The words felt heavy, raw, slipping past the cracks in her usually unshakable demeanor. "Also, Charlie is still with Vaggie."
Angel’s teasing smirk faded as he studied her. He could tell her the truth, that Charlie and Vaggie were over. That wasn’t his place. Instead, he let out a sigh, clapping a hand on Alastor’s shoulder.
"Smiles, listen. Just don’t string her along, alright?" His voice was softer now.
With that, he turned and strutted away, leaving Alastor alone with her thoughts.
4. The Deal Almost Made
Charlie had made a bold proposition. She leaned in, her breath warm against Alastor’s ear, her voice low and teasing. "Let me have your virginity."
Alastor’s entire body went rigid. A sharp, static crackle filled the air as her face turned a brilliant shade of red. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, grasping for words like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline.
“M-My dear!” She finally sputtered, forcing out a laugh that sounded just a touch too high-pitched. “What about you and Vaggie?”
Charlie huffed, crossing her arms. “Alastor, I broke up with her weeks ago.”
Alastor blinked rapidly, her usual composed expression slipping into one of pure confusion. “Wait, what?” She had sensed nothing amiss between Charlie and Vaggie. No fights, no tension. Had she truly been so oblivious? "What Happened."
Charlie simply shrugged. “It just… wasn’t meant to be.” Then she smiled, stepping closer. “But this could be.”
Alastor swallowed hard.
“So?” Charlie pressed, her golden eyes filled with hope. “Do you want to kiss me?”
For one fleeting second, Alastor nearly said yes.
But then the fear crept in. The uncertainty. The terrifying notion of vulnerability.
So instead, she chuckled, smoothing down her suit with a dramatic flourish. “Ah, my dear, if I said yes so easily, where would the fun be in that?” She shot her a playful smirk, dodging the question entirely.
Charlie rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
5. The Breaking Point
Charlie had decided this was the night she was done waiting.
She found Alastor alone, idly humming to herself in the dim glow of the hotel lobby. Without hesitation, Charlie stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
“Alastor,” she said, her voice steady but firm. “Tell me the truth. Do you want me or not?”
Alastor froze.
Her hands clenched at her sides, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. The answer was yes; it had always been yes, but to say it? To admit it? That was another thing entirely.
Charlie saw the hesitation, saw the war raging behind those crimson eyes.
So she leaned in, her voice softer now, coaxing. “I don’t want just a night. I don’t want a fling. I want you. I want you as my wife.”
Alastor let out a sharp breath, her whole body locking up as though she had been struck. “You—” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Charlie held her hand firmly, but gently, her touch grounding. “I know about your soul.” Her voice softened even more. “My dad… he was talking to Husk. I know, Alastor. And I can free you.”
Alastor swallowed hard. “And in return?”
Charlie’s lips curled into a smile, warm but unwavering. “Marry me. Give me your heart, and I’ll get back your soul.”
+1. The One Time She Said Yes
Alastor had always been the one in control, the one who played the game, never the one who got played.
But Charlie had outmaneuvered her; this was her chance. Her best chance. And yet, even more terrifying than the idea of reclaiming her soul… was the idea of giving her love to Charlie.
Her throat tightened, fear and longing colliding in her chest. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “It’s a deal.”
Charlie’s grin was radiant. And then her lips met Alastor’s.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant. It was deep, determined, and completely undeniable. A kiss filled with promises, not just of freedom, but of love.
And for the first time in her existence… Alastor let herself surrender. Completely.