Fics like A Rose for Emily

Emily clutched the book carefully to her chest. “Thank you so much, Alastor! I promise I’ll return it in great condition!” “Yes, I’m sure you’ll take excellent care of it. And in exchange, you’ll have to tell me what you thought of it over coffee sometime.” “It’s a deal!” she said, before her own words caught up to her. Her eyes rounded. Alastor, though? His expression was all teeth. “Tempting, but I’ll have to pass. You ought to be a little more careful with those words around here, doll. A dealmaker could get to thinking that you don’t find him dangerous.” “Oh, no, no! I know you are! You’re like, the most dangerous demon in H—” Her voice got a bit too breathy at the end there and hey, was the room spinning a little? Also, was Hell in another heatwave? Because the world was tilting and she was sweating, barely managing to shut up before she dug herself a deeper hole. The hallway’s shadows deepened, Alastor’s eyes gleaming brighter to pierce through the gloom. “Oh? You think so?” The casualness of his tone was a courtesy at best. He had never sounded more threatening, not even when he’d been matter of factly monologuing while dismembering those alligator demons last week.

Fics like A Rose for Emily

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