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“I’ve missed you too,” Vincent confesses.
Yeah, this is– they’ve overdone it with the drinks pretty bad.
The warmth from the whiskey churns inside Alastor’s guts, making his fingers feel numb. He tears his gaze away, staring at the whiteness of the ceiling instead of whatever is behind Vincent’s eyes.
The ceiling fan rotates on its axis, not doing much to snuff out the heat of the room. Vincent’s hand is still there, cupping his face, caressing his cheek.
Vincent’s voice cuts in. “Can I kiss you?” Ever so soft.
The fan is still spinning, worthlessly.
“Do you have to ask every time?”
Or: Alastor misses Vincent and they make out. Hard.
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03 Jul 2026
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1920s New York City.
An ambitious young reporter and a celebrated radio star find themselves tied to the same fate by a murder. In a world shaped by newspapers and airwaves, they influence public opinion while gradually reshaping one another's lives.
Under Alastor's influence, Vincent begins to break free from the rules, institutions, and authorities that once confined him, setting his sights on ever greater power.But some chains are only forged after others have been broken.
No one escapes unscathed.Bookmarked by ReactedBobcat
23 Mar 2026
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"You're needy tonight, aren't you?" Alastor spoke clearly, amused by the growing lack of control from his partner. "What made it happen this time?"
Vincent whined, panting hot breath against the crease of his neck. "Th-the look in your eyes when you executed him. The steadiness of your hand holding the knife."
Alastor's eyebrows rose. "Really?" He asked rhetorically. His fingers continued their caressing through Vincent's thin hair without conscious awareness.
Vincent nodded, kissing up his neck before their lips met again. He hummed desperately into it, feeling the vibration bleed into Alastor's mouth.
At a sharp thrust of the hips, he cut off the kiss with a groan, resting his forehead on Alastor's chest as he rapidly ground his hard prick forward.
"Easy, there," Alastor cooed after several thrusts, running his hand down Vincent's back. He felt a tremor spark under his fingertips. He wrapped his hand around his hips, holding him in place. "We wouldn't want you ruining the fun early, now would we?"
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Vincent gets worked up after a kill.
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12 Mar 2026
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After a bad breakup, Vincent can’t accept that he’ll never see Alastor again. When he shows up at the radio star’s apartment, obsessed with the idea of mending their relationship, Alastor puts him in his place yet again.
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05 Mar 2026
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Alastor stares, wide-eyed, not returning Vincent's angry gaze, but looking down at where Vincent's dirty hand grabbed at his shoulder, leaving a brown, muddy stain on his pristine white shirt.
Silence passes in between their frozen bodies, both of their feet stuck in the wet grass, unmoving. They both probably know what’s coming.
The very next second, they’re both on the ground, neither knowing who pushed the other first, but usually at this point, they don’t like asking questions. This is routine for them too.
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Vincent Whittman's job was supposed to be helping Alastor get rid of a body, but has instead decided to be petty and make their already fastidious job take longer to finish, delaying the mysterious plans Alastor has afterwards.In other words, Vincent humps Alastor's leg until he comes.
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05 Mar 2026