Partners in crime (AlastorxReader Oc) +18

Chapter One

Warning 18+ only no minors, with that said enjoy✨️

Alastor strolled through the hallway, guided by a fidgety guard. It was quite the doozy that anyone was allowed to interview the freshly captured killer of New Orleans. If not for the man's high status and for him having his hands in many cookie jars, this trip into the police station would not have happened.

"Right this way, sir, as requested, we will be waiting outside. Please keep your distance and do not under any circumstances untie her restraints," the guard warned.

"Of course, my good man," the smiling brunette reassured.

He knocked on the door politely, surprised to hear a chipper voice exclaim, "My my a visitor,". The door was pushed open, and his eyes locked onto a beautiful woman (you).

You smiled kindly, which contrasted strangely due to the fact that you were strapped up like a deranged convict. As Alastor entered, the guard quickly shut the door and locked it tight.

"Hello, my dear, I am here to interview you,".

"I see, and who pray tell is it that is interviewing me?". You exclaim, noticing the man lighting up at your enthusiasm.

"Alastor, it is a pleasure, I could not help but be interested in your case after reading of your deeds in the papers," he explained happily.

You blink surprised, "Hmm, and you're not worried about being in this... Cage with lil ol' me?".

Alastor chuckles, "I doubt you'll be able to hurt me, with the restraints you have on,". Alastor said, motioning to the straightjacket that held your hands to your body.

"Hmm, restraints are fickle," you say, dragging your words out slowly.

"Are you suggesting that the restraints won't hold?". He questions, amused.

You smile, "Please sit,". Alastor smiled back as he took a seat on the chair that was across from the pale bed.

"Alright, now tell me about yourself. Let's start by getting your age,".

"Why? Want to ask me on a date?" You tease with a cheeky grin. It was always in your nature to get others flustered, although you found no interest in men like you were 'supposed to'.

You often considered yourself broken, and there were many gossiping comments on how such a pretty thing such as yourself had not been courted for marriage yet. You thought there was nothing more miserable than settling for someone, especially when you had no drive for any romantic or sexual relationships. You were happy on your own!

Alastor laughs at her joke. It had actually caught him off guard. "No, I am afraid not. Besides, it wouldn't be such a romantic date considering the circumstances," he answered, unruffled. That was new, you thought.

"You a reporter? A copper? (cop). Quack doctor?" You question, your voice still pleasant but with a little bit of a sharp edge.

"Investigations journalist and a radio host, my dear. Now shall we return to the topic at hand?".

You answer your age, and he scribbles it down in his book. "Alright, next question, do you have any parents?" You ponder for a second, unsure whether you ever had them, considering the scum you had to live with. Alastor wrote something down and quickly moved onto the next topic. He did not want you to shut down before you got to any of the juicy parts.

"Alright, next question, do you have any friends?".

"Of course," you say sweetly.

"And my dear, were you married? In the process of being courted?".