After an intensely passionate night with a woman who is not what she seems, Alastor can't help but yearn for her, despite his personal beliefs and biases. Anthony, however, knows he cannot give Alastor what he wants; only Angelica can. This story takes place in historic 1930 nyc, with historically accurate references such as prejudices, and customs. If this or anything in the tags is an issue for you, this story is not for you. Thanks :) (Author note: hello! This is a fic I origionally wrote for ao3, but in order to make it more accessible, I'm posting it in more digestible chunks here for the time being :) If you'd like to read the fic on ao3, it is just the same name by the same user over there <3)
5 parts