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Post S2: After decades of feuding, and the events of the downfall of Vox and Voxtek. Alastor being freed from his near century long deal, the two find themselves worse than they've ever been. Maybe the other wasn't so bad, maybe they didn't need to keep hurting each other. Maybe...they actually love each other. But fixing what was broken won't be easy. In short, they need to talk. A lot.
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15 Jun 2026
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New Orleans, 1933.
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.- Language:
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06 Jun 2026
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Hell is other people. Purgatory is being a twenty something weatherman with the memories of a being a media overlord who had the entirety of Hell wrapped around his finger.
Sent back to his mortal life with a chance to "do it right this time", Vox has a problem. The Angels have installed a patch in his soul: the Pacifist Protocol. If he tries to kill a rival, poison a boss, or throw a punch, he is paralyzed by blinding agony.
He cannot claw his way to the top if he can't use his claws. He needs a loophole.
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06 Jun 2026
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Another 1930s AU fic from me, who's surprised?
_Getting rid of a body shouldn't be something Vox is so used to, and yet the steps came naturally. There was something different about himself that he was beginning to realize. Shunned briefly, but now, it sat comfortably in the corners of his mind.
The static electricity around them made Vox deeply aware of the new darkness that made itself at home. He was sure Alastor had become familiar with it too. It felt like they shared it -- as if it was one in the same -- linking them together like the red string of soulmates.
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OR : A fic about Vox and Alastor meeting in the 1930s as kids and growing up together in a world not accepting of them. It time skips through some of their childhood as they develop into the Murder Husbands (and their feelings for each other). But in a world where they only have each other, what will happen when they're torn apart?
AKA I'm terrible at writing summaries... the tags might be more helpful. I also don't want to give the angst away yet
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13 May 2026
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The Might of Lilith explodes and Vox has a front row seat to the destruction he has wrought.
Except he's not dead. He's alive in his office and watching Charlie Morningstar's disastrous interview live on screen, exactly one year before Pentagram City is reduced to ash.
He can work with this. All he has to do is stay away from that stupid hotel for a year and everything will be fine.
Unfortunately, a certain Radio demon has opinions about his old pal ignoring his return.
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08 May 2026