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“Why aren’t you sitting in the back of the bus?” Vox asked, his voice low but edged with a hint of intrigue, maybe even irritation.
The man raised an eyebrow, his tone calm as he responded, “The seats are open, aren’t they? Normally, nobody’s on this bus at this hour, so nobody minds. I’d hoped you wouldn’t either.”
Vox let out a weary sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’m too tired to give a damn.”
The man tilted his head slightly, an amused but almost wary glint in his eye. “You’re saying that, but you still brought it up. Seems like it was enough of a… bother for you to mention.” He shifted, starting to rise, his movements measured and quiet, as though he were used to slipping out of places.
Without thinking, Vox’s hand lifted in a brief motion to stop him. “Look, you don’t have to move. I don’t— I don’t care.” He heard the words fall out of his mouth, an unfamiliar softness slipping into his tone.
The man paused, the faintest crease appearing on his brow before he settled back down. His shoulders relaxed, and he gave Vox a nod, his expression neutral but with a flicker of acknowledgment in his gaze. “Well, then. Thank you… for tolerating me.”
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Many had marked their calendars in anticipation of what they were effectively calling “Judgement Day” for one loathsome sinner. The event itself was rather absurdist, the first of its kind, for no sinner had ever caused such an uproar that they demanded a second Judgement post-mortem.
What punishment, everyone thought, would be fitting for a man who made such history?
Once, this creature was a man whose voice and manner were adored by the many who followed him. Now, he stood alone, chained, and without the strength to raise his head.
“Let the Judgement of the Media Overlord, Vox, commence.”
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My personal take on a post-Season 2 redemption arc for Vox - yes, this is a RadioSilence fic
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21 Dec 2025
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Speakeasies are a den of depravity that promised Vox a night of indulgence. After hearing about one particularly saucy juice joint, Vox decides to take a peek. He didn’t expect to be struck by a familiar voice attached to a tall dark and handsome man. Vox is determined to get Alastor’s attention and find out what it would be like to finally give into his desires on a level beyond hushed school boy petting sessions. After all he was a man now, having his first drink away from the suffocating societal rules of the outside world.
Alastor found Vox to be an interesting prospect, at least when it comes to being a victim at his hands. The young man was naive and far from home. Surely no one would miss him. Least of all Alastor himself. But as he gets to know the young man he finds himself trusting Vox enough to travel towards his dream of radio stardom with him. Even if the blood lust still lingers in the back of Alastor’s mind.
1920s human AU with age gap.
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19 Dec 2025
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Alastor and Vox never quite saw each other as human – until they do.
They once promised to follow each other to the ends of the Earth - and they do.A certain mishap occurs between Charlie Morningstar and the angels when they agree to give her a shot to prove the possibility of redemption and second chances. Instead of an appropriate representative, two of the most nefarious Overlords get dragged into the ordeal – the two least fit for redemption.
Alastor and Vox get resurrected by accident, and are forced to work in close proximity on Earth to get back. On the way, they might either mend or break what remains of their old friendship, something that both are to blame for.
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The silence stretched between them then, thick and awkward. Not because they had nothing to say; because they had too much. Too many questions neither wanted to voice first. Too many unspoken rules from Hell suddenly meaningless here.
Vox finally stood, joints cracking in protest. Annoying. Stupid human body. “Look. All I know is we woke up like this. On Earth. Together. With all our memories and none of our powers. So, congratulations, deer boy, you’re stuck with me.”
Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply through his teeth. “Let me get this straight. I have been forcibly deposited into a mortal vessel, next to you, with no warning, no explanation, and no immediate means of escape?”
“That’s the gist,” Vox said.
Alastor stared at him.
Then laughed.
Or Alastor and Vox find themselves into a different realm with human bodies.
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- Part 1 of part-time soulmate, full-time problem
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18 Dec 2025