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Vincent Whittman has never struggled for control of his career, his reputation, or the people unfortunate enough to cross him.
Then Alastor arrives: sharp-tongued, pretty, utterly unimpressed, and far more dangerous than Vincent ever anticipated.
Their relationship spirals quickly into obsession, bloodshed, and more emotions than either of them know how to handle.
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06 Apr 2026
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The contact is brief, but it is enough.
And with that, a wave of pheromones floods his nostrils, thick enough to drown in. Nauseating, suffocating. Enough to make his legs go weak, his head spin, a burning ache twisting low in his stomach.
No.
No.
Of all the alphas in this rotting hell, he had to meet the only one whose scent has never repulsed him.
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The only person Alastor ever thought he could allow himself to be intimate with, until Vox decided to ruin everything with a damn business proposal.
Or: A truck full of love potions crashes and its content spills out. Chaos ensues. Alastor and Vox find themselves on top of a communications tower. There is a small room in that tower. Vox gives, Alastor takes. They communicate.
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03 Apr 2026
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Inspired by the comic by @BigTerrence on TikTok: "What If Alastor Woke Up In A World Where He and Vox Were Lovers?". I won't be using the comic shot for shot, this is inspired by it but not trying to recreate it in fic form.
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Alastor was in the middle of executing his master plan when everything changed. He had only shut his eyes for a moment -- trying to rest and recover... but when he opened his eyes, instead of being tied to his favorite spinning chair he found himself in a warm, plush bed with shark themed sheets. At first, he figured Vox had taken pity and laid him there, but as his eyes wandered around the room things were starting to make less and less sense. When had Vox had the time to take several pictures of them together? Happy pictures? And, more importantly, when had Vox put a ring on his finger?Ah, well, the photo of them at an alter on the nightstand answers that question.
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What happens when Canon!Alastor has swapped bodies with Married!Alastor? How will their Voxs react? What will they learn about themselves, and what else could they possibly fuck up?
Title of fic inspired by: Nothing Can Change This Love by Sam Cooke.
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03 Apr 2026
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“... Vox. You can call me Vox.”
Alastor gave an acknowledging hum. “I understand it’s your first time at an establishment like this, is it, Vox?”
“It is, yes.”
“And have you been in a dynamic like this with anyone before?”
“No…” Vincent trailed off, avoiding eye contact once again. He really didn’t like being the inexperienced one.
Alastor seemed to perceive his nerves increasing at this line of questioning, and his already kind and welcoming voice noticeably softened. “Can you try something for me, darling?”
Vincent's stress is getting to him, and he turns to a paid dominant to take the edge off. Alastor is exceptional at making him fall apart, though the effect soon begins to go both ways.
How do professional boundaries hold up when one partner is experiencing true acceptance of his asexuality for the first time, and the other has found the only person to ever make him feel good enough?
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03 Apr 2026
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A single, sharp thump against his ribs. Hard enough to feel. Hard enough that his breath hitched. He couldn’t stop watching Vox. Vox shining. Vox gloating. Vox destroying the King of Hell in front of thousands. Vox basking in triumph like it was a second skin.
The cameras zoomed in on his grin. The curve of neon light across his face, lit like desire or malice or both. Alastor’s fingers flexed against the restraints. The ropes burned. He liked it. Hated that he liked it. His smile didn’t break, but it faltered, just a flicker, a millisecond, a glitch. He felt heat coil in his gut, something foreign and unwelcome and dangerously alive.
“Damn you,” he whispered, barely audible, his radio voice cracking beneath the words.
(Alastor reconsiders his feelings? for Vox after the Vox Populi performance)Series
- Part 2 of part-time soulmate, full-time problem
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03 Apr 2026