Alastor x fem reader
"Despite living in New Orleans, you never felt like Voodoo was really your thing, no, but you were drawn to a different magic, a craft of the night, witchcraft. Oh how you loved witchcraft, ever since you were young. You used to...
It was around 7 o'clock on a warm Saturday afternoon. I stood at my kitchen sink, humming a soft, jazzy tune. The water running in the background filled the noise of the quiet home, it was comfortable and welcoming. I turned the tap off and wiped my hands on my apron, leaving wet finger prints across the cream colored fabric. *knock* *knock* *knock* The noise took y/n out of her trance, stopping her soft hum. She looked out the window to see a middle aged women standing at the door, an unsure and tired look on her face. You furrowed your brows at the sight, but quickly composed yourself and put on a wide smile. Opening the door you get a better look at the women, she was a bit short, her hair blonde, fair skin, and honey brown eyes. You immediately recognized the women to be Mrs. Francis.
"Ah Mrs. Francis! What a lovely surprise! I almost couldn't recognize you my dear, why the stressed face?". I said in a friendly manner, smiling politely. "So sorry to intrude Ms. L/n, I'm looking for my husband, he hasn't been home since yesterday evening and I'm beginning to worry, I've been asking around town and no one has seen him". She said nervously, playing with diamonds on her wedding ring, her tone was desperate as she looked at you with pleading eyes.
I put on a concerned face, holding her hand lightly. "I'm sorry my dear, I'm afraid I haven't seen him since I last visited for tea, have you informed police?". I say, trying my best to comfort her. She let out a small sob and her head hung low. "Yes, I have." She sniffled, trying her best not to break down. "I'm just worried maybe I'm the reason he left...". A tear escaped her eye, to which I wiped away. "Now why would you think such a thing?". Her shoulders shook as she tried to speak. "...we-" she took a deep breath. "we had a fight and he stormed out the door, that was the last I saw of him.". She said said quietly, I brought her into a hug, rubbing her back lightly. "Im sure he's just hunting, blowing off a little steam. You have nothing to worry about my dear."
We pulled apart to the sound of gravel crunching under feet. I looked up to see to police officers. "Good afternoon ms. L/n.". One of the officers spoke. "Please, call me Y/n.". The younger one chuckled and smiled. "Ah Mrs. Francis, I see you've already questioned y/n.". The older cop spoke to Mrs. Francis, eyeing his younger partner. "Oh she hardly needs questioning, y/n here wouldn't hurt a fly.". She chuckled, patting your arm softly, the two men laughing as well. I smile, "a blessing and a curse I fear", I chuckle softly. "Well we best be on our way, Paul shouldn't be hiding out for too much longer" the younger cop said, looking you up and down. I smiled sweetly "yes well I hope he does make it back to you safely my dearest." I say, looking down at Mrs. Francis, pulling her into one more gentle hug. "Do take care". I say, releasing her from the hug. "Good day boys"
I nod my head at the two boys before heading back inside, closing the door and locking it. I walk back into the kitchen and peek inside the oven. "I do apologize Mr. Francis, you caught me on I bad night and I couldn't help myself." I chuckled darkly. You felt a presence by the basement door and walked over. "Yes, yes I know, just a few more hours, trust me, I hate feeling weak as well, but if we're patient and do it later, the spell will be more effective". I opened the basement door and walk down the steps, the basement and dark and chilling. To others they would be afraid of such a place, but you felt welcomed, like you belonged.
Despite living in New Orleans, you never felt like Voodoo was really your thing, no, but you were drawn to a different magic, a craft of the night, witchcraft. Oh how you loved witchcraft, ever since you were young. You used to be frightened by the extreme practices of some of the pages in your book, such as murder, cannibalism, and sacrificing. None of that scared you now. It only excited you.
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