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"Are you going senile? I'm an alpha."
Alastor huffs, irritation growing larger than his fondness. "Yes, I am aware."
Vox's face scrunches up. His mouth furrows into a lopsided scowl. "You want to…spend your rut…with another alpha?" He slowly says, pausing and cringing like he's tasted something foul. Alastor doesn't think it's that big of an ask.
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Or: Alastor cashes in on an old deal to handle an… inconvenient problem. The problem being his ill timed rut. Vox agrees to help because when else is he ever going to get the chance to have sex with the Radio Demon?
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23 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.
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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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In the aftermath of his disastrous attempt at godhood, Vox develops an algorithm to analyze Alastor's every move, looking for any sign or signal that the Radio Demon is still thinking of him. When the algorithm starts to return results, Vox becomes more and more obsessed with trying to respond to the hidden messages Alastor is broadcasting.
AKA: Five times Vox thought Alastor was sending him hidden messages, and the one time he didn't.
“Fuck you, Vel. I’m being subtle, and responding to the message he sent me.”
“What fucking message?” Velvette threw her arms into the air. “He’s not sending you messages! You. Are. Making. Them. Up. It’s all in your head, you arsehole.”
“The algorithm doesn’t lie.”
“The algorithm might not, but your fucking damaged brain sure as shit does. You are seeing shit that just isn’t there.”
“Vel…”
“Show me this fucking message.”
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20 Jun 2026
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It was 4am when a deafening shriek of static burst from the old-fashioned radio on the hotel bar’s counter.
Something is up with Alastor. Husk goes to investigate, only to find someone else is already there.
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18 Jun 2026
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Husk moved into a dirt-cheap, apparently cursed cottage, and soon started hearing voices. He was none too thrilled to find out that he had a housemate - the ghost of a serial killer and radio star who had died decades ago.
Then again, Alastor seemed like as good a drinking buddy as any - when he was not busy making Husk miserable, anyways.
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18 Jun 2026
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