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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 cireluce
17 Jul 2026
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“Seriously,” Vox continues. “Are you gonna stop me? Is this your fucked up way of telling me you do wanna fuck me after all?”
The mention of fucking does something genuinely horrendous to Alastor’s mind. He feels it like an electromagnetic pulse, hot and terrible, immediately blanking out everything but the concept of sex. It takes a practically superhuman effort not to open his mouth and whine.
“…No,” Alastor says, through firmly gritted teeth. “Absolutely not!”
“Then why,” Vox says, reaching up a casual claw and using it to unbutton Alastor’s trousers, “are your hips moving like that?”
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Alastor woke up in Hell half deer and half human. The vast majority of the time, his human sensibilities exercise complete control, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
But for one week of the year, his deer side finds a way to get revenge. When his heat cycle leads him right into Vox’s hands, will he be able to stop himself from surrendering, or will he lose himself and give in to the animal he fights so hard not to be?
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- Part 17 of [redacted]’s hazbin fic collection
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04 May 2026
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Vox glared at Alastor. “You’re still not planning to tell me a single fucking thing about what to expect in here?”
Alastor leaned back and gave him a long, appraising look, his eyes sweeping down the length of Vox’s body. Vox’s screen felt warm, and he glanced down at his knees as Alastor leaned forward, opened the mini-fridge, and removed a bottle. “Champagne?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Vox growled. But he took the bottle.
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OR: Alastor cons Vox into being his plus-one at a free use sex party where the stakes are terrifyingly high.
Written for Vox Humiliation Week 2026, day 3. Prompt: free use
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03 May 2026
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If Vox had a nickel for every time he got his dick bitten off, he'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
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30 Apr 2026
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One year after their first encounter, Alastor is in heat again. This time his invitation to Vox is planned and their contract is clear: he wants Vox to chase him down, Vox wants him to ask to get fucked, and it's a demonic favor on the line. After all, what's a little bet between friends?
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- Part 2 of Alpha, Beta
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23 Apr 2026