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    “Are you a demon?” Vincent asked, eyeing the shadow on the wall with more curiosity than fear.

    “I’m your benefactor, my dear,” the voice answered. It laughed, a strange, tinny noise that grated on the ears and gave nothing away. “You’re careless, you’re sloppy, and you need someone to help you. That’s where I come in.”

    Vincent wasn’t interested in sharing. And yet, with the handcuffs digging into his wrists and the mountain of evidence threatening the success he’d fought and killed for, the demon’s proposition offered a unique opportunity.

    “What do you want in return?” he asked.

    OR

    Vincent Whittman is a suspect in several murders when Alastor offers him a deal.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    Vincent is in rut.

    It's obvious by how overwhelmingly strong his scent is. Burnt wires perforates the bar like a physical smog. The electric undercurrent of a brewing storm, wet and heavy, is suffocating.

    Alastor's muscles tighten in preparation. Instinct wails at him to attack, to defend his territory, to tear such a threat to bite sized bloody pieces.

    But this is Vincent.

    And while he might be a bit of a knot head, Vincent isn't going to threaten their unique bond over petty alpha hormones. Alastor won't let him.

    Or: Vincent arrives late to their meeting in a delirious state caused unfortunately by his rut. Alastor makes an experimental deal on the best way to handle such problems. Though he can't possibly predict the ripples it will cause.

    (( Prequel Fic to whichever console you play ))

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    "It's the only thing I've ever (I've never) done, what if I never see myself ever be anything more than what I've already become? I need a bad idea, I need a bad idea... Just one..."
    - Bad Idea, Waitress the Musical

    It's the 1950s. Alastor Hart is 21, and previously worked in a radio station until they got bought out by the local TV network to stop them going bust. Now he's working as an assistant to head of the network, 48-year-old married father of two Vincent Whittman. Vincent made it to the top with some pretty nefarious methods. Alastor has always wanted to use similar methods to dispose of his awful father.

    Sometimes, all you need is one pretty good bad idea.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    AlVox Week 2026 - Bottom Vox

    Day 4

    Theme: Lingerie

    Was listening to Valentino's advice on how to better appeal to Alastor's desires a good idea? Probably not. Was it effective? To Vox's fragile self-esteem' dismay, it was...

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    05 Jun 2026

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    —Are you crazy? —he asked, looking at Lucifer as if he'd grown a second head—. YOU? The King of Hell? You're asking ME to join your relationship for a week?

    —Not join the relationship —Lucifer hurried to clarify—. It's just... help. Biological help. Nothing more.

    Valentino let out a low, sensual laugh, his eyes shining with interest. He moved closer to Vox, wrapping an arm around his shoulders while looking at Alastor with a predatory smile.

    —What a surprise —he purred, his voice a satisfied rumble—. This is quite curious, you know? I never imagined the radio demon would be perverted enough to want two omegas for three whole days.

    Alastor, still reclined on the sofa with his feet on the table, tilted his head with his eternal smile.

    —A week —he corrected, his voice with that radio echo that always made Vox nervous—. My rut lasts a full week.

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