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 (reader).

You smiled kindly, which contrasted strangely with the fact that there 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 for a possible interview, if that is alright?". He would be soft, and cautious. The last thing he needed was to cause stress and lose an opportunity for a good story, that would be a perfect topic on his show.

"I see, and who pray tell is it that is interviewing me?". There was a bright chime in your voice when you noticed the man lighting up at your enthusiasm.

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

Blinking in surprise, he blinked back happily. "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 these restraints,". Alastor said, motioning to the straightjacket.

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

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

"Please sit,". It was a courteous reply and you ensured your face would reflect that with a signature grin. 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?" How fun it was to tease with a cheeky grin. It had always been in your nature to get others flustered, although there was no interest found in men, well not in the way that you were 'supposed to'.

It was often that others gossiped on how such a pretty thing had not been courted for marriage yet, insinuating and making you feel a little broken inside as though the wires in your brain were tangled and not connected the way they should be. But there was nothing more miserable than settling for someone, especially when there was no drive for any romantic or sexual relationships. Being alone was bliss and there was nothing that could make you want to risk that happiness!

Alastor laughs at the joke, caught 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, a man not flushed or with his feathers ruffled.

"You a reporter? A copper? (cop). Quack doctor?" You question with a pleasant tone with a twang of a sharp edge.

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

Answering softly, he scribbles it down in his book. "Alright, next question, do you have any parents?" Your nose twitches as you ponder for a second, unsure whether there was such a thing, considering the scum that plagued your lost childhood.