Smoke and Mirrors (Alastor X Reader)

The Pilot

DISCLAIMER: This was written before the series release when not all information about the characters/universe was public knowledge, and therefore not everything will be canonical. Pretend it's an alternate universe or something please and thank you 💕

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PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING:
There are lewd scenes in this book. There are raunchy scenes, risqué dialogue, and some of Al being a horny little shxt at times. (Before you come at me saying 'but he's asexual'- I know. I am too. Hear me out.)
Asexuality is a spectrum, first of all- and doesn't automatically mean repulsed or averted to the activity itself.
That being said I *do* realize this particular way of writing him is out of character canonically. And I am in no way shape or form trying to invalidate or dismiss anyone's preferences (or lack there of)- be it his, or mine, or yours.
I just like writing smut lol and this is a fantasy anyway.
Any scenes that depict detailed NSFW scenes will have a warning either before it starts or right at the very start of the chapter. No shame if you don't want to read the hedonism. It's totally fair, valid, and understandable! Smut scenes are (almost) never vital to the plot in my work for that reason, and you won't miss anything important from the story if you skip them.
Just wanted to give a fair warning to those who are new to my work!! With that being said, ladies and gents: Enjoy the tale~!

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(Disclaimer: I give full credit to the lovely @anxietyfilledfangirl for the idea and main premise of this story, whom I cannot thank enough for letting me write something for it. I hope I don't disappoint, and I hope you all enjoy💕.)

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"Hyde, Alastor E."

The man stood up at the sound of his name, and walked over to the barred door of the cell that encased him. He stood quietly and made eye-contact with no one, surely it would wrongfully be taken as a sign of disrespect. Not wanting to get another beatdown from a crooked cop.

"Turn. Hands behind your back."

Alastor silently obliged, his back facing the officer as he held his open palms behind his back. Reaching forward through the bars, they cuffed Alastor's hands together before opening the cell door and ushered him out of the little grey block that once contained him. He and another officer took Alastor's arms and walked him to the front of the station. Past the other cells where inmates that had been cooped up for much longer were not shy to making rude comments toward the free man as he passed by. Alastor merely kept his chin up and looked straight ahead of him.

Finally out of the holding ward, he was escorted over to another unit in the building and up to a counter where another officer stood; a caged wire between them as a protective barrier with a small opening at the bottom of the wire.

"Inmate 0198273, early discharge." The officer to Alastor's left had said.

"0198273..." the man on the other side of the counter turned to the side and looked through the numbers on each labeled box. Stopping at the aforementioned inmate number and pulled it out from it's cranny on the shelf.

"127$ and 23¢ is what was you came here with." He said bluntly, setting an off-white envelope down with the money inside. "Keys to a 1928 Ford Model A, grey and black." He continued, beginning to pull Alastor's belongings out of the box as he read the voucher out loud. "Eye-glasses, gold rim, round. Dress-shirt and slacks, black. Waistcoat, dark red, black buttons. Coat, suede, dark grey. Cap-toe shoes, size 13, black."