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valentino is beautiful in his anger. and vox loves him for it. but when that anger is directed at vox himself, it's no longer a pleasant experience. especially when it's justified. they rarely have real arguments, so vox has forgotten what to say when the need arises. or maybe he never even knew.
aftermath of the eighth episode of the second season.
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To Valentino, Vox was full of surprises
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Vox is afraid of lightning
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18 Nov 2025
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Ivan's been feeling sick. Till regrettably cares and tries to help. Things only get worse somehow. Like. Very bad.
Smile small and tired and nothing like him at all, Ivan says, “Till, I’m perfectly fine,” then proceeds to spontaneously combust into flames. Literally. The fire alarm goes off.
By the time Till’s able to comprehend the scene in front of him, all that’s left is a pile of ashes. He blinks once. Twice.
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24 Jul 2025
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Ivan wakes up. He's lying on a stiff cot in a small, weathered room. The air smells of mildew and moss and a faint hint of smoke.
There's a residual pounding thrumming in the back of his skull, and irate pains throughout his body. He's bandaged so tightly in certain areas that he can hardly move. Perhaps the most miraculous thing about this, even more so than his recovery, is a calloused hand resting gently on Ivan's thigh.
Till is sleeping next to him, his head supported by the side of the bed. Ivan wishes he could say that the other man looks peaceful or well-rested, but the purple of his under eyes and his sharp cheekbones say anything but. Something inside Ivan's chest aches, a yearning that has gone undisputed since the day he laid eyes on the guitarist.
"...Till?"
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This takes place in an AU, where Ivan is saved by the Rebellion before he succumbs to his injuries, and the Final Round of Alien Stage never happens.
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20 May 2025
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“M’fine,” Valentino says, slurring but still intelligible. “I’m good. We’re good. Let’s go.”
Vox still has his doubts. “You’re sure?”
“Voxxy,” Valentino says, much too sweetly for someone with a metal stick in their eye socket, “baby, either slice my fucking brain up or get this thing out of my head.”
“Okay, yeah, you’re fine,” Vox says dryly. “Deep breath.”
In which Vox gives Valentino a (temporary) lobotomy to spice up their sex life.
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19 Apr 2025