Dr Facilier one shots (fem reader( <commission>

The devil's come to collect NSFW

Walking down the street there was a certain bop in my step. I was walking on air. I looked around me. The hustle and bustle of New Orleans around me. I spotted a piano out the corner of my eye and walked over to it. I didn't sell my soul for nothing. I picked at the keys a fast happy melody forming. I played more, "jazzy", I said getting up and walking away. As I walked I ran into someone and almost fell, had they not caught me.

"Enchanté Mademoiselle", a smooth voice said.

"Evening", I replied pulling myself together and straightening my fedora.

"What brings a fine lady like you to the streets of New Orleans?" he asked his voice a low hum that would kill.

"Well I was born here and I'll be damned if I never left. There's good money is music if you know where to look", I said now looking him up and down. He was like me. A witch. "And if you know what to sell". With that he looked at me his lips curving into a smirk. I smiled back. He handed me a card.

"Dr. Facilier at your service madam", he said.

"Adorable", I said, "well then I'm guessing you want to tell me my future I'm interested", I added with a shrug. He smiled violet eyes going wild. Poor soul.

"Shall we?" He asked holding out his arm for me to take.

"Sure", I said shoving my hands into my pockets and walking ahead of him demons telling me where to go. He was in tow behind me I smiled taking a turn into an alley with a purple door at the end.

"Welcome to the Emporium", he said looking down at me.

"Merci", I said stepping in. Sweet satan the inside was glorious. Viles masks skulls and other ornaments decorated every wall crack and even the ceiling. At the very end a divination table. "Such good taste", I said he looked at me taking a seat behind the table. I did the same only sitting in the front. The chair pushed me in. I smiled. "Thank you", I said to the shadow. It smiled at me.

"Now these are special cards", Facilier said, "they tell the past present and the future as well". He laid them all out and then with one swift motion pulled them in again. "Just take three", he said voice lowering. He had no idea. I took them and laid them face down on the table. He picked up the first one, "you were born in a small family. Dad a drunk who hurt your Ma. You hated him- he was horrid. So you turning to the world of magic for aid and it worked. The protection and everything", he spoke as sadness flickered through me, "he ended up killing her- your poor mother. He wanted you gone. You were taken in by a musician". With that he moved to the next card showing you sitting at a piano lights on you. "Now you play in the clubs and make a small living. But in your future I see fame and fortune if you trust me", he said, "shake my hand and it could all be yours. Cmon won't you shake a poor sinners hand?"

"Sorry doc", I said shrugging, "can't make deals with ya". His face fell and his hand dropped. "I can shake your hand but it won't do Jack shit", I said.

"Why not?" Facilier asked.

"Well when you sell your soul to the devil for talent fame and fortune there ain't much left to give now ain't there. Tell your friends I'm sorry but I'm in works with satan, Beelzebub himself and he says hell no", I spoke and he smiled. I decided 'what the hell even if it's a one night stand I need some excitement'. I got up and walked to his side of the table. He didn't move an inch. He kept looking forward. I walked to a record player and music began to play. French filled the room as I put my arms around his shoulders, whispering in his ear I said "may I have this dance monsieur Facilier", he gulped and stood taking one of my hands and placing the other on my hip. We glided through his small shop. He spun and dipped me his face dangerously close.