this can’t be love
Alastor walks into the cabin with a wide smile on his lips, his clothes slightly wet from the rain pattering outside. He basks in the warmth of the house while taking off his damp coat,"I'm home my dear! I got off early!" Alastor slides off his shoes and his brows pinch together as he glances around. The house is eerily silent and that bad feeling in his stomach returns.
Walking down the hall towards your room he opens the door. You're nowhere to be seen. His eyes widen but his smile still remains. "(Y/N)?",he says louder as he makes his way to the living room and kitchen.
You still aren't there.
His eyes widen and panic begins to pool into his stomach. He rushes and swings open the door to the empty bathroom. He goes to the last two empty rooms.
"(Y/N)!",he shouts as he runs towards his room with a thumping heart and heavy breaths. Swinging the door open he notices you turning the knobs on the radio. He breathes out in relief and runs forward, you jump in surprise when his arms wrap around you.
"Woah!",you exclaim as he falls to his knees in front of you and clings onto your waist. Your brows pinch together with concern,"Al...whats happened?"
The soft sound of jazz music floats into the warm room and he breathes out in relief against your torso,"You didn't hear me calling?..." You blink back and shake your head,"No the radio was a bit loud, did I scare you?" He simply nods, his heart is racing and palms sweating.
You frown slightly and feel immense guilt.
Having gone out with Rosie today was amazing and refreshing, but for some reason you felt guilt at the pits of your stomach the entire time. So much so you cut things early to come home. You were also glad you had clocked out early considering Alastor was home earlier than Rosie had said.
"I'm sorry...",you say softly and his arms tighten around your waist. You exhale softly and reach down to brush your fingers through his soft chestnut brown hair. Your eyes widen slightly when you realize he's shaking and you feel droplets fall onto your bare thigh.
Was he really that scared?...
Your heart thumps and you feel it warm up. The guilt only increases and you sigh gently, playing with his soft chestnut locks.
You then look to the radio when a familiar song comes. The swinging jazz tune fills your ears and a smile spreads across your lips. The womans smooth voice causes your own to come out in a soft one.
"This can't be love, because I feel so well.",your voice reaches Alastors ears and he pulls away from you, his teary eyes looking up to you,"No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs."
You frown slightly at the sight of his tear stained and flushed cheeks. Gently cupping his cheeks Alastors lips spread into a smile as you sing to him in a loving way and wipe the tears from his cheeks. He cocks his head and gently grabs your hands, he rises to his feet.
He begins to sing along with you his smile growing and heart warming.
"My heart does not stand still; just hear it beat. This is too sweet to be love."
You and Alastor stare into each others eyes and you giggle softly as he moves side to side, moving your arms. Neither of you ever felt love.
Nor did either of you ever think you deserved it.
But in this moment.
Alastor leans down and presses his forehead against yours, his fingers interlacing with yours. You both wear cheesy smiles and loving eyes. His lips gently press against yours before the short song comes to a closing. You gaze into each others eyes and tilt your head.
In this moment you both truly accepted the love. Not caring if it was deranged or unhealthy. Simply basking in the warm and fluttering feeling it offered.
"This can't be love, because I feel so well. But I still love to look in your eyes.",you sing softly to an adoring Alastor. He gently lifts you from your chair and lays you down on the bed, quick to go on top of you. Leaning down you both sing the very last line in unison.
"This can't be love..."
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"So what's the plan?"
Arson raises a brow to Angelo as he munches on some fries. The noise annoying him yet he heavily sighs and looks to the dry cleaners,"We're going to do the same thing we did to Vagatha. Rough her up till she talks, hopefully someone doesn't loose their fuckin' cool again." Arson glares at Angel only to get a bag of french fries to the head.
"Ay shut the fuck up it got us what we wanted didn't it?",Angelo curses while picking up the fries from the car floor. Arson grumbles as he tries to shake the crumbs from his hair and he doesn't offer Angelo a response, knowing he's right. Angelo snorts,"S'what I thought."
Molly rolls her eyes at the two children arguing and she nods when she notices a woman come to the front and lock the door. All of them notice her. They seem a bit surprised at how truly tiny she is. All thats visible is her fiery orange bob and a pair of dark sunglasses on her face. Once she tugs the blinds to shield the glass windows and door Molly steps out of the car.
Her brothers follow suit, Angelo flipping off Arson and Arson making a profane gesture at Angelo. They cross the street, the only lights around here are the dim street lamps. The rain has calmed for now, only sprinkling.
Making their way to the entrance Molly kneels down as the two brothers pull their pistols out. Pulling a hair pin from her voluminous hair she begins to pick at the lock with incredible speed and silence. Once a soft click resonates she stands up and pulls her own pistol from her brassiere.
She nods to Arson and he swings open the door. Walking inside the dry cleaners is suspiciously dark, then he remembers the small woman just closed up shop. He blinks back, only the light from outside offering a slimmer of a view.
The two siblings follow in after and they jump when the door behind them slams shut. Angelo pulls Molly to safety with him and looks around in the darkness,"What the—FUCK!"
Molly gasps when Angelo shouts out in pain and the sound of his body hitting the floor resonates throughout the dry cleaners. His gun clattering away follows. Molly is about to open the door but she feels a blunt object hit her ankle, bringing her down to the floor. The same thing happens to Arson.
It all seemed to happen at insane speeds and the lights flicker on. All three siblings sit on their asses and look up to see two woman adorning their guns and one of their own.
Niffty wears a wide smile as she holds Arson and Angelos gun at them. The woman aside her has the same fiery orange hair, but hers is tied up in a high ponytail. She wears an eye patch over one of her eyes, the other is narrowed.
They both look insanely similar, related even.
Nifftys smile never wavers,"You've been eyeing my shop all day. And I know you don’t have good intentions! Who are you three?" The siblings look to the woman who cant be taller than five feet, she still adorns those shades.
Angelo snorts and Arson puts up his hands, at the sound of his clothes shifting he flinches when Niffty loads a bullet into the chamber.
The woman aside her grins,"She's blind, s'not like she can see you with your hands up. But if she hears anything without ordering it she'll pump you full a lead. So answer her question."
The Rossi siblings look to one another with utter disbelief. A blind toddler and a woman with one eye really managed to get the upper hand on them. This was humiliating.
Molly looks to the fiery orange haired woman and narrows her eyes,"We came for the speakeasy." Niffty’s hand tightens on the gun and she shoots it off, just barely grazing it. Her siblings gasp and try to run to her aid but Niffty loads the chamber once more.
Niffty smiles as Molly tries to yawn the ringing from her ear,”I’m not dumb! Now tell me the real reason you’re here or you’ll make my night a whole lot more fun. So talk.” She steps towards Molly and presses the gun against her forehead, her other gun pressing against Arsons.
Angelo looks to his sister with worry as she clutches her ear his brother gives him a look that says “dont say anything” but his eyes widen slightly and heart pounds. Looking to Niffty his jaw tightens,”We’re here lookin’ for your boss.”
Arson and Molly exhale a large breath as Niffty lowers the gun. Her thin brows pinch together and she stares down the siblings,”Go get Al on the phone, Cherry.” The trio look to each other curiously and Arson is the first to speak,”You’re going to hand him over that easy?”
Niffty laughs and shakes her head,”No! He’s my best friend!”,her grin widens and she pushes up her shades, only the whites of her eyes are visible,”I’m handing you guys over to him. He’ll have a lot of fun with you.”