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Vincent doesn't need a babysitter. Alastor doesn't need an alpha. Turns out they're both wrong.
[Age gap ABO]
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He felt Vox starting to shift, to get off of him, and before he could stop himself a panicked bleat ripped its way through his throat, eyes snapping open and hands frantically reaching out to grab onto his arms.
“Wait– wait, I don’t–”
Vox’s brows furrowed, confusion clear as can be on his screen.
“...I’m getting mixed signals, Al.”
Alastor groaned, frustrated, and reached for his drink.
Vox put it in his hand, and Alastor sat up just enough to down it before setting the cup back on the coffee table.
“It’s… Hard to say.”
Vox was quiet, as if considering for a moment, petting at Alastor’s side and silently delighting in each shiver and ear twitch it got.
“...Do you want me to… make you tell me?”
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While drunkenly hanging out, and practicing Vox's hypnotic powers, things get a little heated.
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1933. New Orleans.
Vincent Whittman’s assignment (punishment) seems simple enough: recruit Mr. Alastor Hartfelt, the city’s famed radio star.
But his trip derails the moment he meets the man dressed in a smile too sharp, with secrets too deep, and a presence that hums with something far beyond him.
One broken ritual binds them for decades, pulling them back to each other again and again, to the one soul neither can quite break away from. -
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An evening and morning of recovery after a hard fight. Alastor discovers that it’s easier to be bold when there’s nobody watching. They’re both just curious, after all.
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It almost feels as though Alastor is watching in slow motion. The shot rips a hole in the right side of Vox’s casing before exploding through the front of his screen, shattering a hole where one of his luminous eyes had just been. There’s a spray of glass that accompanies the deep whump of electronic implosion, white smoke sparking as it spits from the hole in his display.Alastor watches Vox’s glow flicker and extinguish as he collapses to the ground in a heap like a stringless marionette.
Series
- Part 1 of Mid Century Curiosities
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