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Alastor limped forward a few steps, pausing at the sound of breaking glass from behind him. He tensed, whipping the tendril to get the dead urchin sinner off. The sinner went flying, crashing into a group of fleeing sinners and bowling them over. Most had the good sense to stay down, either dead or playing, he didn’t care. It was the ones that were still fleeing that he wanted to chase.
And then there was the screaming.
Alastor took another step forward, pausing when he really registered the sound.
Vox.
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A talk show, a parade, a diner, subjecting him to the least compelling show he had ever been forced to watch. Honestly, it was the most insipid ‘victory celebration’ Alastor could imagine. He had thought Vox would be more… bold. It was what he had come to expect from the picture box, right from the start. But instead, all he was doing was showing him off and showing off himself. Both things Alastor would have expected, but to stop there? Which brought him back to, what was holding him back?
Alastor looked back down at the fabric in his hands, and his smile inched a touch higher. Oh, he knew just how to find out.
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- Part 1 of Reprise
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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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Post-Finale. The Hotel finds Alastor right on the front lawn, unconscious and bleeding, still injured from Adam's blade. While he recovers, all of Hell scrambles to find out who his mysterious rescuer is.
Meanwhile, Vox tries not to freak out that he might have accidentally made a soul bond to save that deer asshole's life. All he had wanted to do was to scope out the ruins of Alastor's radio tower. Fuck him for being curious, he supposed.
(not on hiatus anymore! woohoo)
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12 Dec 2025
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Poor Waterboy is practically sobbing before him, tears clinging to long lashes, face red and the towels nearly soaked beneath them. The poor thing is squirming – begging and pleading, eyes rolling back as he does his best to hold still.
Robert occasionally looks down at the man laying before him, a book in his own hand as he tries to ignore the tight, soaking wet heat surrounding his cock. As the dispatcher leans against the wall, his darling fountain is laid out on his back with Robert’s cock filling his desperate cunt and the surrounding towels drenched.Series
- Part 1 of Dispatch Pure Smut