Driving down the dark streets Alastor told me all about where he lived, and what I should expect from my new living arrangement. He told me about his neighbors, and the swamp forests behind his house.I was excited but I couldn't stop thinking about my father, what he would think, what he would do when he woke up the next morning and I was gone.
I had wiped my room practically clean when I left, so he would know I wasn't there when he would come to check on me.
A bunch of out comes played through my mind during the ride, Alastors voice fading. What if my father came to his senses and would let me be with Alastor? What if my father finds me? What if he kills Alastor! Or me..
I shook that last thought from my head, my father would never hurt me, I thought while putting my hand up to the small cut on my head.
"Darling are you alright? You look pale?" I heard Alastor shake me out of my thoughts.
"Yes i'm fine just a little nervous." I admitted.
"Well dear worry no longer, we've arrived! And from now on we'll live happily together!"
"Nonc! That hurts are you done yet?" I pouted looking up at him.
After he cleaned me up he left so I could change and now I was sitting on the can whilst he poured alcohol on my cut up hand.
"I'm sorry Bebette, your pain hurts me too, but if we don't want more pain from it then we'll need to thoroughly clean and wrap each wound..... Are you sure you're okay?"
"Uncle I said i'm-"
"I was so worried." He looked down and started to whimper.
I put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a light squeeze.
He swiftly wiped away his tears and got back to work on my hand. I hissed in pain as he wrapped up my hand, I watched as the gauze flooded with red, and it brought back memories.
𝕿̶̡͍̯̒͆̾̐̈́͑̅̉̂𝖍̶̨̳̟̪̱͕͍̐̏̂̏͗𝖊̸̻̤̬̱͕̟̫̀̆̋͗̅͘͝ ̴̧̗͖͙̱̩̰̬̞̈̊̇̕𝖘̸̳͊𝖈̸̧̧͎͉̈́͜𝖗̴̨̩̝̲̖͚̘̲͒̔̔𝖊̵̡͔͉͔̩̭̰͍͓̒𝖆̴̡̹̰̝̰̪̈́𝖒̵̞͐𝖘̴̨̰͙̣̾̚ ̵̩̹̮̫͚͕͍̠͝𝖌̵̢̪̳͖̩̖̥̅̀̈́𝖔̵̛̺̫̥̇́𝖙̶̡̨͔̣͓̺̪̩̥͎̅̿̂̄͆̍͐̅͆ ̶̢͉̓̌𝖑̷̧̢͍͚̥͕̹̹̠͆͒͂̔𝖔̶̣͙͆̃̎̃͗͊̕̕𝖚̶̡̟̗̂𝖉̷̡̛̮̪̪̘̤̬̦̇̊̉̒͊͋͜ͅ𝖊̶̺̈́́̑̾̕𝖗̵̨̺̤̦̘̩̱̀͆͑̽̃̄͗͆͠͝ ̴̢̭̰̰̙̲̭̗̄̀̾̿̒̐ͅ𝖆̷̯̬̭͇̺̺͉̅̽̑͂̚𝖘̵̫͓̲̭̩̟̘̬̜̫̃͛̒͊̎́́̎̄͘ ̴̡͉̱͓͔̑͆̊̈́̋̋𝖆̶̲͈͔͎̪͇̦̺̆͜ͅ ̸̪̼͆̓̈́͗́̉͝͠͝͠𝖕̵̣͇̫̮̩̓̊͂̇𝖔̶̧̯̖͕̓͌̂̾͂͆͘̚ͅ𝖔̶̨͇̜͙̾́̐̈̓𝖑̴̨̝̹̪̝͙̑ ̵̢̯̣͚̜̼̭̻͈̽̈͐𝖔̸̧̼̼͖̩̜̬̊́̄̏̈̈̈́̄𝖋̶͎̣͍̦́ ̵͇̼̝̑̔̑̀͝𝖇̴͇̞̀̑𝖑̸̡̓͆𝖔̴̥͍͈̰̰͗͗͂̄́͝𝖔̵̦̳̖͕̦̔̅͌𝖉̴̩̩͚̀̂̀̋̔͒͛ ̸͇͍͈̝͉͚̰͚̺̈́̀̅̀̉͆̍́̔̕ͅ𝖘̷͊̂͛͂͗̌͛̕͜𝖙̴̛̱̆̒̅̔̌͠𝖆̴̧̠̗͈̻͚͍̔̆̐̽𝖗̵̜͎̥̦͈̖͇̙̜͛̽̊̀̈́̌̚͜𝖙̵̧͕̬͇̹̞̠̞̊͐̎͆͘𝖊̴̗̜̝̰̩̦̈̈̌̍̽𝖉̷̡̡̥͎̘͓̳̪̩̞͌͋̑̔̍͆͐̏̊̚ ̵̨̧̣̪͐͆͆̽̾̕𝖙̷̟̖̝̄̊̆̇̈́̎̕𝖔̸̟̳̻̫̙̬̊̒̀̈́̀̾̓͌ ̸̨̢̟̥̹̝͈͆̈̍̄̀̎̈́̓̽͜𝖋̴̫̻͔̬̌͆́̂̃𝖔̵̢̡̠̝̬̹̯̗͐͌̅̄̎͆́̎̚͘ͅ𝖗̷̯̣͔͐̕͜͝𝖒̵̨̧̛͓̮͕͚͉̫́̀̀̂̋͠ ̸͍̪̑̉̏͆͜͠𝖚̵̺̙̲͎̜̙̰̙̌̔̅𝖓̴̯͖͑̒̉̈͐𝖉̸̛̛͓͓̋̈́͐̈́̄̒̌𝖊̵̼̱̜́̓𝖗̵͍̘̭̺̈́̅͋̂ ̶̜̣̞̇͗͠𝖙̷̢̭̺͉̰̫̯̄𝖍̸̢̰̰̹̼̈́͆͂͐̋͝𝖊̴͖̝̬̳̫̦̪̣͚̾̈́̔͝ ̸̧͈̈́̏̀ͅ𝖜̵̨̦͚̰̠̲͈͎͇̊𝖔̴̙̥̼̺̦͓͇̟̥́̏̽͑𝖒̷̛̗̹̺̜͚̱͐͊̔́̈́̉͘͜͝͠𝖆̵̛̰̯̻̝̪̩͙͈̺̈́𝖓̷̢̨̢̣̗̈́̓̿͒'̷̟͙̍͛̑̏̇̋̈́̉͘͝𝖘̷̰̰̜̹̗̺̜̀̏͌͒́͑̚͠ ̵̮̤̤̲͂̊̓̊𝖇̸͈̮̳̹̤̫̩̣̬̺͆𝖔̷̢̡͚̭̲͈̼̭̤̏̑𝖉̷̡̺̑̎̍̐͆̚𝖞̴̝̫̳̠̈́̂̎͠.̵̥͕̜͚̃̅͊̉̋̾ ̵͓̯͖͖̩̟̭͇̦̐̓͗͘ͅ𝕾̷͍̙͕̦̪̮̮̓̓͜𝖍̵̧̧̦͈͖͎͚̼͒̊̈̽̍̽̒̔̕𝖊̷̮̮͍̰̖͙̈́̋ ̵̬́̌͒͒̓͌̚̕𝖐̶͖̼̙̤͇͕̮͂͜͝ͅ𝖊̸͍̑́̓𝖕̴̧̜̈́͗𝖙̸̧̡̧̳̞̮̭̭͓͐͝ ̵̛̛̼̖̾̈́̀͋̕͝͠𝖘̵̧̛̗͇̱̦̠̙̦̐̽̃̂͛̆𝖈̷͈̮͋̓͒̂͝͝𝖗̸̛͈̜̫͇̺̮͋̓̔̐͂̊͝𝖊̶̮̊͋𝖆̵̩̖̣̮̱͙̳̗̥̿͋̓𝖒̴̯̯͕͕̮͈̑͐̈́̏̓́̈̌̽͠𝖎̴̘̲̳̘̝͔͉̟̈́̉̓ͅ𝖓̸̛̫͕̳͇̙̘͎͚̹̝͛𝖌̶̻̀̈̈́̎̾̌̌͂͝͝ ̷̭̙̅̂̽̃̒̃𝖇̴̧̣̠̭̐͒̍͒͒̚͝͝𝖊̵͔̝̞̠͕̖̣͆̈̈̿͑̏𝖌̶̢̲̤͇̓͂̕𝖌̶̢̞̠̜̰͈͙̂̔̐̀͂̌̈̋͒͜͝𝖎̵̢̼̤̓̉̅̑̅͘͜͜𝖓̶̹͙͍̼̠͔̭̥̂̈́͊͒ͅ𝖌̶̲͈́͐̑̍ ̶̻̼͚͓͑̈̿̃̿͘𝖋̸̧̧̤̮̹̼̰͊̍̆͝𝖔̷̖̫̔̑𝖗̵̧͔̝̥̳̭͓̤̹̋͛͋̍͒̄̐͠͝͠ ̷̛̻̹̱͊͗𝖍̷̮͉̞̫̩͈̅͂̾́̌͗̇̎͐̚𝖊̵̥̃̓̌̊̚𝖗̵̡̗̭̰̮̟͊̌ ̷̯͎͖̜̹͗̐̎͌̐̈́͠͝𝖑̵̡̭̬̩̰̘͚̅̈̌͌̆𝖎̵̺̗̫̯͑͋̍̔͊̽͠𝖋̴̹̗̈̎𝖊̷̖̫̝̮͐̅̿̏́̃̄̎̔̉ͅ ̴̧̮̲̫̠̺͖̠͊̈́͗̀̑̉͜𝖙̸̧͇̲̪͚͙̅͛͌̈̒͂͌̕͝𝖔̴͈̠͎̲̱̻̱̼̦̍ ̴͓̳͉̽̌̉͌͂̇͝͠𝖇̷͓̰͆͛́̈̄̿̀͝𝖊̴̛̩̝͚̌̇̉̄͗̚ ̸̧̺̺̪̗̄͐͆͊͘̕͝𝖘̸̧͈̮͓͖̈͒̋̕𝖕̶̢̭͖̺͓͋͒͌͑̂͋͘͘͠𝖆̵̧̬͈̠̪̖͎͇̒̈̂̄͛̑𝖗̷̧̪̥̣͙̾̒̎͂͂̇̀͂̿̑𝖗̴͎̏𝖊̴̧̧̩̼̠͔̫̈ͅ𝖉̶̢̦̙͇͈̬̈́ ̵̛͎͎̣͙̩̫͔̍̇̓̔̎̂͐̂͌𝖜̸̧̣̥͑̇͆̓̄̓͘𝖎̸̡̡̤̺̥̖̖̙̣̏𝖙̴̛̙̳̦͓̠͉͙͗̃̀̑̆̐͂̀͜͝𝖍̸̤̤̯̳͓͍͂̈́̃͛ ̷̙̩͉͇̤̊̀́́𝖊̴̲̪̬͔̝̜̟̓̎ͅ𝖆̴̪͙̼̫̘̭̠̜̯͈̊͂͌̅̎͆͗͝𝖈̷̧͇̭̩̜̫̣̤͕̓̋̓̀̽͝͠ͅ𝖍̵͎̄̋̅̇̑͋̌̚ ̵̝͔͕̤̬̙͌𝖕̴̬̠̦͙̮͚̗͛̑͆̈́͌̄͆𝖑̷̘̞̜̥̘̊̈𝖚̴̨̧̲̬͈̮͉͉̼̎̈́𝖓̵̛͖̥͚̖̪̤͕̀͑̋̑̅͊͂̇͘𝖌̶̧̟̯̟̹͙̭͍̹̲̋͌̽̕𝖊̵̨̬͙̫͎̮͓̳̞̃̂̇̀͒̕ ̵̧̨̠̘̻̯̜͈̽̋𝖍̵͕̲̗̝̙͚̲̽̆𝖊̵̧̹̣̼͚̝̊̋́ ̴̢̰̣̹͇̥̦͊͐̇𝖉̷̛̠̟̝̑̀̈́̇𝖗̵̡̟͔͎͕̇̉𝖔̵̼̠̮̦͎͆́ͅ𝖛̶̡̪̯̼̜̹̀̈́̽̓̓̾̓̉̾̒͜𝖊̸̗̘̱͛́̈́̄̈́̐̏͝ ̸̻̈̿̈̌̑́̍̅̕ͅ𝖎̶̢͍̰͙̳̮͉̓̆̽̋̍̿͑͐𝖓̸̨̯̤̣̊͋𝖙̸̨͍̹̬̲͚̦̖̠͆̑͛̉̋̈́𝖔̵̛͉̗͍̀̃͒͑̕ ̵̨͚̣̤̱̰̹̝̳̏͝ͅ𝖍̸̢̳̱͍̮͍̲̱̯̋̒̑͌̒̈́͒͂͠͝𝖊̴̨͖͈͕̇̽̓͊̌̋̑̋͝͝𝖗̶̢̮̙̘̱̥̈́̎ ̶̛̹͑̿̔̉̒̕𝖈̷͕̦̱̟̋̾͆̓𝖍̴̗͍͎̥̤͓̥͕̕𝖊̸̡̨͈̠̈́͗̈́̒͂͊͛̕𝖘̴̮̳̑𝖙̴̫̭̟͍͖̤̲̊͌̋̉̽̌̒́̀͝.̷̭̘̭̝͚͚͔́̉̀̃̚ ̵̖͕̠͕͚̹͙̯̂͌͛̑̇̂𝕿̶͈͓͙̓̊̒̽̍̈́𝖍̵̤͖̔̔̔͂̊̈́͑͘̚͝𝖊̸̫̥̹̥͎͒̊͝ ̸̪͍͍̉𝖘̷̧̝̲͔̮̹̰̳̝̻̎͌͒͛̿̀̓́𝖈̴̢͈̖̯̩̞͎̿̃̈́͝𝖗̵̠̯̠͕͕̫̍̔̇̋̽̀͝𝖊̶̼̟̠̯̤̭̠̟̼̭̋̈́͗̇̀̑͠𝖆̵̨͍͓͎̪̞͔̰͂͑̆̈́𝖒̵̰̫̩̙̜̋͌͑̎͗̃͝𝖘̴̢̪̣̱̤̰̠̳͂͑̈́͌̉͛̈͊̕͜͝ ̷̢͎̳̙͖̠͉̫͇̽̅͘𝖘̸̲̹̞̹̹͂𝖙̵̨̺̗̞̫̞̠̌̀̃̈́͠𝖆̶̥̈͝𝖗̵̡̰̱̰̼̣̦̀̃͂̂̉͒̊͠͝𝖙̷̢̪̺̭͈̲̯̙̘̭͒𝖊̸͓͚͖̮̘̝̥̾͘𝖉̸̬́͌͝ ̵̧͔̮̪̳̮̗̩͑̋𝖙̷̱̙͍̘̦͙̋̏̈́̈́̑͊𝖔̴͈̯̪͊̈́̍ ̴̯͔̻͔͉̩̥͙͉̬̌͊͋̚𝖉̶̧̫͖͖̣̥̺̖̋𝖎̴̡̹̣͎̹̊͌̆̅̈̇͑̈́̍͝𝖊̶̨͕̜̥͎͕͔̌̽́ͅ ̶̙̣̦͈̫͌̑̐̊̽̌̽̃̋𝖉̵̼̺̹̋͋͑̌𝖔̵̧͕̭͔͎̦͇͔̹͑͂̓͋̑͐̇ͅ𝖜̸̢̛̖̜̻͖͈͕̪̻̿̒̋̃̋̅̑̒𝖓̶͎̥́͘ ̴̛̛̦̈́͒̉͗̀͊͂𝖆̴̛̰͆̎̊̒̉̽͠𝖘̸͈̙̜̃́̎̓̑͆̓̓̕ͅ ̸̨̟́́͐̈́̅̓͆͘̕ͅ𝖘̷̞̜̣̰̠̻͇̆̈́́̆̑̕͠𝖍̵͍͓̤̟̫̲͂̽̉̅̄̓͘͝𝖊̷̢̩̬͎̠̫͎͗̌́̄̄̊̓̚ ̷̞̹̒̉́̍𝖙̷̨͈̽̔̅̒̈́̾̐̊̔̈𝖔̴̨̲̱͙̦̥̇̀̈̚͠𝖔̷̛͎̂̓̈̄̇̍̽͘͜͝𝖐̷̼̫̀͗̊͊̚͝ ̵̨̲̗̪͖̱̝̠̠́͌̔̈́̋͊̔̔̉𝖍̷͔͓̞͎̌̐̏̀𝖊̷͉̲̳̻̱̹̰̭̩̂̏̓𝖗̶͎͇̭̤̦̖̗̔́͂͗̚ͅͅ ̴̞̰̳͈̭͙͔͈̜͚͋𝖋̵̯̳͌͝𝖎̶̨͍͙̤͙̫͍͈͕̔̄̐͊̾͐̇͑̓𝖓̴̯̻̘̲̳̩͚̹̦͍̽̈͊̇͛̚͘𝖆̸̡̨̠̤͍͈̰͎͐̓̐̏̍͛ͅ𝖑̶̭̮͔͙̲̝̘̼̘̙͂͗ ̸͍̙̹̽̔̉͆̏̍͠𝖇̷̥̎𝖗̶̢̞̩͉͈̟̯͍̺̖́͑̄̒̍̕𝖊̸̧̧̥̠̺̱̞͓͍͛̈́̅͝𝖆̸̙̎̋𝖙̸̢̼͆̈́𝖍̷̢͉͎̱̭̗̪̓́̈̾̑̄͒͘͠𝖊̷̠̖̅̑̏͑𝖘̶̢͎͑.̶̧̛̯͓̰̺̥͂̓̌͐̕ ̵̯̟̱̺̎͌͂͛́͋͋̓͒͂𝕭̶̧͖͔͇͔̩̠̪̓͊̈́̊̌̆͗̍̌̕𝖚̶͇̈̉̽̽̅̐͌̉̔͠𝖙̵͔̣̥͝ ̷̖̮̮̫͖͖͈̭̈́̒̐̈́𝖆̶͍͈̀͋̂̑̆̒̃̎̕𝖑̷̨̘͎̯̝͙̯̻̺́͋̋͊͆͘͜𝖑̸̧̨̩͉͍͙̱̣̤̈́ ̶̨̗̣̳͙̀͛̋̓̓̇̆́͌𝕴̷̘̯͔̓̎̿͋̒̂͂ ̵̛̯̥͇̠̞̗̺̮̌̓̈͑̒̿͜𝖈̵̢̭͓̣͎̣̊̊͋̈́̕̕ͅ𝖔̵̛̩̞̮̩͓̭̲̗̐͌̾͆𝖚̷̣̟̫̳̘̙̀̒̅̍̏̕𝖑̷̗͈̜̣͇̻̩͊́̎͌͆͂͘͝ͅͅ𝖉̵͈̭̮̖̫͓͋̓͊̎̈́̽͜͜͝ ̵͖̜̯͆̐͌ͅ𝖉̷̳̗̻͆̊𝖔̸̡̪̱̬̪̼͎̹͓͗͑̀͌͌͝ ̸̢̩͖̭̿̌𝖜̴͈͉̘̯́̀ͅ𝖆̵̳̮̲͖̝͎̏̍̈́̀̌͛̏͘͝͠𝖘̶̬́͂̀̊̽̐̂̈́͜͝͝ ̷̣͉͇̒̋̎̍́͋͘͝𝖜̶̤͓̲̰̮͓̲̫̄̄̔̂͊𝖆̴̛̼̋̅̍͐𝖙̵̛̟̭̪͚̲̞̘̜̀́̅̒̾̑̂̀̄𝖈̸̬̈́̈́̅̃̅𝖍̵̬̟̳̳͊,̴̛̦͋̉͑́ ̵̫͑̈͋𝖘̵̠͗̅𝖒̷̡̠͖̱͚͎̰͋̉̂̓̓̏̊̀̇𝖎̸̣̪̀͒̊̐̃̃̚̚͝𝖑̸̛̝̫̫̫̹̦͒̋͒̆̔́̆̒̕ͅ𝖎̸̭͙̹̑͐̊̾̒̈́̃̉̋̈́𝖓̷̧͎̪̌͆̈̐͜𝖌̶̤̻̯̬̦̹̈́̿͑.̵̰̻̩̇̔̈́̀͘.̵͈͉͉͒̎̀̒͂̕͠͝.̴͕͓͙͆̽̂̌̕̕.̴̦̗̼͍̩̲̲̲͖͋͐͒̆̒͗̊̈́̃ͅ.̴̡̟͓̜̜̲̭̖̟͉̽̇̒̿̈́.̷̢̬͔̭͘ͅ ̶̙̎̏𝕷̷̦͉̰̖̝̝̍̌̄̌̒͒𝖆̶̡̻̹̥̇̆̋̃̚𝖚̵̢̨̙̩͔̙̖̞̓͊ͅ𝖌̷̪̤̖̰̳̩̒͠𝖍̶̲͕̰̖̻͙͚̤͓͇̈͋̅͒𝖎̷̧͎̹̘̖̜̙̤̑͜͝ͅ𝖓̸͓̹̝̳̮̰̟̗͎̀̀͛̆͋̆͂̈͜𝖌̴̛̬̻̤̭̥̥̩̜̊̓̄.̵̨̦̗̞̘̟͓͈͐.̵̧̠͉̘̱͆̐̍̌̚͘͝ͅ.̴̮̻̰͓͇̦̠̰̎̒̇͝.̴͉̤͚͖͖̳̖̺͌͗̈͝.̷̢͉͉͔̫͚͚̍̄̈̑̔̑͊.̷̡̭̪̼̀͜ͅ ̶̡̨̩͍̹̪̬̣̂̀̌̑̅͆̑͑͠𝕳̵̨̛̹͓͈͇̲̙̼̏̽̂̾̎̄𝖊̴̢͇̙͓̪̮̤̣͕̱͗͒̋̇̋̕𝖑̶̨̡̢͔̯̰̣̼̫͕̅̃̂͗̑͆̏̕͝𝖕̶̨̝̟̳̜̈́͜ ̴͎̍̓𝖒̴̢̧̟͖̰͕͇͉̫͆̓̽̒̃̆̓̽͘͘͜𝖊̷̲̾̚.̵͓͙͖̞̙̟̩͈̋͘
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My Darling Fawn~ (Alastor x Reader)
FanfictionThis is a story where you basically are figuring out the mysteries of the past as you read. Nothing will be directly handed to you, you'll have to look for context clues in conversations, and in general. There are moments from the past. Also all pa...