Four Leaf Clover (Human Alastor x Fem Reader)

1: A Strange Place

Pain.

That's all you feel. It is a pure pain in your skull. The light pouring into the bedroom where you lay doesn't help. A groan escapes your lips as you sit up in the bed. You finally peel open your heavy eyes to look around the unfamiliar bedroom. It's pretty simple, with a queen-sized bed and a dresser against the wall. There's a closet and another door beside it, which you assume is the bathroom. But something feels off, something you can't quite put your finger on.

You slowly get out of bed and head towards the bathroom. Once inside, you look at yourself in the mirror. Your (h/c) locks are all tangled and frizzy. However, the bandage wrapped around your head grabs your attention the most. What the hell happened? You try to think back but can't remember anything—just an endless static void. The more you try to remember, the more confused you become.

You leave the bathroom and go to the closet. Inside are some simple dresses and other clothes you can only assume belong to a man. You pick out a simple blue floral dress to change into. You slowly slip out the oversized shirt you were wearing and slip on the dress. Now, feeling more ready for the day, you leave the bedroom.

You walk down a hallway, peeking into some of the rooms as you pass. So far, all you've found is another bedroom, a bathroom, and an office. You walked around the office briefly, looking through the bookshelves. The stack of vinyl records catches your attention as you sift through them. It's mainly jazz music with some swing thrown into the mix. There's nothing in the office that gives you any idea of who you are, adding to the mystery of your situation. The more you search, the more mysterious this place seems.

You walk back down the hallway towards a descending staircase. You carefully climb down stairs, being mindful of your pounding head. You pass the living room, which contains only a couch, a coffee table, and a brick fireplace. Stepping into the kitchen, you go towards the fridge and open it. There's not anything in there that catches your eye, but feeling a bit hungry, you grab the carton of eggs. You cook the eggs over the stove before platting them. You go over to a small dining area to eat. Again, you try to remember anything about yourself, but nothing comes to your head, leaving you feeling more isolated in this unfamiliar place.

With a heavy sigh, you wash the dishes you used and put them back where you found them. You spent the remainder of the day up in the office, going through the books. You try to read a few, but none grabs your attention. Placing the last book you picked on the shelf, you glance toward the window in the room. You slowly walk towards it and look at what's outside. You're deep in the woods but can faintly see a distant town. Someone there may know something about you.

You walk back downstairs towards what you assume is the front door. You reach out to the doorknob to open the door, but it doesn't open. You try to open the door some more, but no matter what you do, it doesn't open. Great, you're locked in a house with no one else there. You can't help but flop down on the couch as boredom settles in.

You don't know how long you stayed on the couch simply listening to the clock tick. The rattling of the doorknob grabs your attention. The door takes little time to open, and a man walks in. He's humming to himself with a slight smile on his face. He removes his coat and places it on one of the hooks by the door. Finally, facing the living room, he spots you. His smile grows a little bit seeing you.

"Ah, ma chérie, you're finally awake!" says the man, his voice a warm, melodic baritone. He strides over towards you, extending a gloved hand for you to take. You stare at his hand, the leather soft and worn, before glancing up towards his face. The man before you has tanned skin that speaks of days spent under the sun, with brown eyes that seem to hold a thousand untold stories and brown hair to match those eyes. He's adequately dressed, with round glasses adorning his face, giving him an air of intellectual charm. He stares at you for a few more seconds before lowering his hand. The smile on his face drops a little bit, but it remains. "The doctor warned me about this, but I was hoping it wouldn't be the case."

"What?" you softly say to the confusing man before you. He sighs deeply as he sinks in one of the chairs. You can tell his mind is racing as he tries to find a way to explain this to you. He stares up at the ceiling briefly before looking back at you.

"How much do you remember?" he suddenly asks.

"Huh?"

"How much do you remember?" He repeats, staring at you. His gaze sends a tiny shiver down your spine. He emits an intimidating aura, but at the same time, you can tell he isn't going to hurt you.

"Uh, nothing?" you finally respond after a minute. He nods in response and rubs his chin, deep in thought. He's muttering to himself, but you can't hear anything he's saying. You start to feel uncomfortable, and your hands sweat slightly as you fidget. He suddenly stands up again with a massive smile on his face.

"Well, I guess this means I must make you fall in love with me again, my dear." He chirps as he stands back in front of you. He grabs one of your hands and sets a small kiss on it. The action makes your heart beat faster, and your face grows hot. "You must be getting hungry. It is almost dinner time. My mom taught me this wonderful jambalaya recipe, and I'm sure you'll love it! Just stay there, my dear; it won't take too long."

You sit there confused as you watch this mystery of a man saunter off to the kitchen. What does he mean by making you fall in love with him again? Your mind starts racing, leaving you with more questions than when you woke up. The pain increases in your head as it races. You let out a tiny sigh as you lean back on the couch. A few minutes pass, and you smell what he's making. You have to admit it does smell good.

"Come on, my dear! Let's sit at the table and enjoy this meal together," he says as he passes you, heading into the dining area. He sets down the two bowls he is holding before heading back to you. He once again extends out one of his hands to you. This time, you take it and he leads you to the table. He pulls out one of the chairs for you to sit down in. He sits down across from you and starts to eat the food. You eat a little bit, and he was right. It was delicious. You set down the utensil you were holding and looked up at him. He notices you staring and sets down his utensil as well. You just stared at one another briefly before you finally said something.

"Who are you?" you asked. The smile on his face grew wider. He stands up suddenly and bows with one hand resting on the table before looking you in the eyes.

"Alastor, my dear."

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic I've written in awhile and I hope you all enjoy it. I don't have a set time on when I'm going to upload new chapters, but I'll try to make some sort of schedule. Much love to you all.