Bloody Thorn [Alastor x Reader]

You somehow found yourself standing in a river that ran through the middle of the woods you had stumbled into. Just behind the other side of the river rests an open field with a full-bloom rose bush in the middle, as if drawn to it like something from a distant memory you make your way over to the blood-red roses.

You slowly reach your hand down to the roses completely enthralled by their beauty, the beauty was something so nostalgic and comforting but you couldn't exactly remember why.

"Careful, you might prick yourself," A bone-chilling static voice says right by your ear making you jump both scared but also comforted in a deep feeling of deja vu as if you had lived through this moment before.

Y/N small-time author with dreams, and Alastor with an unnerving urge to strike a deal.
*Characters belong to Vivienne Medrano*