The Unknown (Alastor x reader)

Red Chairs in front of Fire Places

Quick note before we start, I was going through my comments today on my story because I want to make sure that I reply to all of the best I can do let you know that I am in fact listening to your feedback! I funny enough actually have the next 10 chapters already planned because I had a spurt of ideas today where I was sitting in class. Going back to my comments however, a lot of comments about the deer in the wolf part one into at the end (y/n) finds the letter.
I remember for a long time, I forgot to update the story after that so there is a good month for an update again so there are a lot of comments talking about the note in a lot of confusion. The note, is in fact not from the father nor are any in the future unless I say otherwise. Good luck figuring that out. A little bit of insight will actually be put into the story for the next few chapters, there was already a few hits in the story. Good luck!
-Pheonix

On your way home Are you tucked your jacket as close to your body as you could possibly get, every day it seemed to get colder up here in the mountains. All was silent except for you cloudy breath and the crunching of ice and dead leaves under your feet. You could honestly say, that you enjoyed the silent walks home after I chaotic day of learning at school, you did also miss Alastor's company on the long strives to the mansion.
You know he was there, you weren't technically alone, but it was so little bit lonely when he wasn't right there with you. In your mind, you knew that you could probably ask him to appear and he would, but you didn't want to demand anything of him nor be of any more of a bother the you probably already are in his life.
You fiddled with your zipper, opening to door and going into the living room to sit down. Plopping down beside Angel (whom was sucking on a popsicle you got from the store via his request a few days ago) He took it out of his mouth and inhaled before talking.
"Whatcha doing, toots?" He asked, his accent what you assumed to be New Jersey-ian (is that a word?) was thick in his voice.
"I don't know, just kind of thinking I guess." You said, leaning back and looking at the much taller demon. He nodded, finishing of the cold pop.
"Wanna just ask each other questions? Anything and all true answers." He asked, looking down at you.
"Sure, why not!" You smiled, turning to face him criss-cross on the sofa. "Wanna go first?"
"Sure, any cute guys you know~?" You opened your mouth to say 'no' but paused, causing him to raise a brow.
"Yes......? Okay, what type of demon are you?"
"A spider demon, toots! Can't ya' tell?" Angel mused, sprouting two more arms. You looked at them in bewilderment, making him laugh.
"Gosh, if I was not under watch i would kiss that cute little face or yours!" Angel joked, your giggled but shook your head. After About an hour of talking and asking each other questions, you excused yourself and went up to your room to do some homework. He nodded and you ran up the stairs, snagging your back pack to work. After a few hours, you came out to find Alastor listing on the large red padded chair in front of the fireplace (above) looking into the fire.
You tiptoed around, finding it to be about midnight, and started back up the stairs after getting a small snack.
You opened your door, seeing the red and black fuzzy blanket on your bed. You smiled, picking it up and slowly walking back down the stairs.
All was silent, the popping of the fire was the only sound other then your quite footsteps as you made your way over to the sleeping demon. Unfolding the throw blanket you put it over him slowly and as carefully as you could and smiled at your work. The demon was indeed asleep and you slowly tiptoed back up to your room and closed the door.

~ ~ ~ Alastor's POV ~ ~ ~

I felt gentle hands tucking a cloth of some sort over my shoulders and then slowly adjusting it over my crossed legs. I peeped open one eye in curiosity and saw lush (H/c) locks growing from a (s/c) head as I tried not to smile. She began to look back up so I closed my eyes to listen. She inhaled and slowly walked away back upstairs. I smiled at the gesture, not moving until her door had closed only for me to play with the soft fabric in my gloved hands. I looked towards the stairs, what an odd girl.