How would Al react to this outfit, you ask? Well...😏😏😏
He would offer to buy her new jeans. 😐
And then he would give her a jacket. 😐
Alastor is an old fashioned gentleman. He doesn't understand nor does he partake in the sexualization of clothing.
Unless of course, they're behind closed doors or away from prying eyes...🤫🤭
Fawn's POV
I began to wake up, but kept my eyes shut.
My throat hurt, and my cheeks felt like they were pulled taught from all the dried tears.
Immediately I noticed something off...my hand went down to my stomach, a shooting pain blaring through my lower belly muscles and slightly into my legs.
A small groan slipped past my lips, the dull ache bringing me a lot of discomfort.
Slowly I sat up, keeping my hand firmly against my stomach as my eyes opened.
I was very confused, noticing it was now dark outside...and also I was laying on something hard, not the bed.
Upon closer investigation, I realized I was on the floor...in front of the bedroom door.
Oh...right...
Looking around, I don't know why I was expecting him to be in here, but I tried to find Al anyway.
"Al...?" I said, but my voice was scratchy, so I cleared my throat.
The room was still empty...I guess he never came up.
Not that I blame him...
My lips set into a deep frown, my brows furrowing...guilt settled onto my shoulders as I recalled our argument.
I had been so angry...but now I'm just sad, and ashamed. Ashamed that I lashed out at him the way I did...I don't know what got into me.
Another pain shot through my stomach and I winced...what the hell? Why does my stomach hurt so bad?
Quickly I gathered myself off the floor, rushing to the bathroom. I thought I needed the toilet, my brain connecting the stomach pains with diarrhea.
However, as I was walking I felt...something different between my legs.
My eyes widened.
Wait...fuck, what day is it?
My steps slowed, and I entered the bathroom, slowly flicking the light on.
My reflection stared back at me...dark circles under my eyes and ruffled, messy hair. The blouse I was wearing was now askew and wrinkled, leaving me to look like a hot mess.
Reluctantly I brought my hand between my legs, touching my crotch gently. Even through the thick fabric I could feel how soaked the pants were...and when I brought my hand back up, it was shaking.
And covered in blood.
Well...while that explains a few things, it also brings about several new problems.
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Time Warp (Alastor x OC)
FanfictionFor Fawn, life was normal. As a 21 year old college student living on her own, she's doing pretty decent with the cards she's been dealt. Who knew that one dusty old box from 1925 could rattle her world and take her back in time to experience first...
