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Okay, but the possibility of Vox getting all his old, softer feelings for Alastor back with him being in such close proximity to him again??

Imagine:

I didn't want to use you. I, I just wanted you.

You wanted my power. 

No, Al, I really- 

There's no use in lying, Vox. We have no cameras you need to perform for.

I'm not lying! I really didn't have ulterior motives, not like you think. 

Then in what way? 

I just wanted to be near you, Alastor. I wanted to rise to the top of Hell together, and maybe, maybe along the way I was hoping... *long pause while Alastor just stares with an expression of forced nonchalance* I was hoping for more.

For more? *barks out a laugh* You've really impressed me Vox. *confused yet hopeful look from Vox* You've somehow managed to regress over all these years. Yes, you're more pathetic now than you've ever been!

Fuck you, Alastor. *tears in his eyes* 

If I would allow that, we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?

FUCK I WANNA WRITE IT

Update: I'm writing it

Barty as Ryan, Evan as Naim, Regulus as Hunter.

Shaping up to be Barty centric but with other POVs still included!

Summary:

Love, to Barty, is an anxious thing. It feels like that split second just before you dive from a cliff, when you second-guess if you're going to do it only to realize your feet have already left the ground. It's living in that moment before your brain catches up to what your body is already acting out. It's terrifying. It's exhilarating. It's addictive.

Evan isn't anxious. Love with Evan is still terrifying and exhilarating, and addictive. But, it's also calm. It's the moment of clarity once your face breaks through the water. It's the feeling of warmth that fills your body when you accept that the fall didn't kill you and that, maybe, part of you hoped it didn't all along.

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(Link works. It just doesn't like me)

I finally posted a new chapter!

Link to New Chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74404936/chapters/203454216

Link to Fic Post:

You Hang the Anchors Over my Neck

Pairing: Vox x Alastor (RadioStatic/RadioSilence)

Main themes: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Forced Proximity

Summary:

With Alastor now in his possession, Vox feels invincible. He's finally bested his afterlife rival, and he's eager to impress him, to show Alastor how much stronger he's become. But, when Vox's act of being a one-man band becomes too insulting, Valentino and Velvette abandon him, splitting up the Vees for good and leaving Vox alone with only Alastor to perform for. How long can Vox keep up his ruse of control? Can he maintain his composure while his mind is brutalized with the memories of everything he and Alastor used to be? And, can he stop himself from hoping for something they could now be?

Link to Fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74404936/chapters/194232061

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Link to fic post:

I am struggling big time on which POV to open chapter six with, so I want opinions to see if it helps me channel my creative energy more fluidly 🥲 I've drafted the first couple sentences for both an Alastor opening and a Vox opening, but I'm not really satisfied with either.

Can you guys read each and see which speaks more to you?? Top is Alastor and bottom is Vox

***Obviously, chapter six will be late

Link to Fic Post:

I want help picking a name for Alastor's mom in my fic 'And, if Your Heart Should Sin, Rip it Out'! I've got a cute tidbit to include for either name, so you guys are also kinda picking a piece of Alastor's personality as well!!

Link to Fic:

"And, if Your Heart Should Sin, Rip it Out"

Vox

Alastor