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Alastor, filled with the spirit of alturism and curiosity, offers to man a glory hole in Consent! for Charlie's community outreach project. What could go wrong?
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16 Jul 2026
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It was Tuesday when Minister Riddle walked into Harry’s barbershop.
The next week he returned.
Harry thought he had gotten another regular customer.Unfortunately, Harry was never good at reading the signs.
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- Part 1 of on a more serious note
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16 Jul 2026
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Alastor didn’t meet his eyes; his gaze stayed fixed on the gun in his hand as he opened the cylinder and tipped the remaining bullets into his hand. He looked at them for a moment, rattling them around with muted clinks before finally taking one between his fingers and slipping it into a chamber. “Have you ever played Russian roulette?”
Eyes wide, Vox couldn’t suppress his derisive snort. “Fuck no. Why would I?” He watched Alastor snap the cylinder back into place and give it a spin, the chrome flashing like a disco ball. Vox swallowed. “Have you?”
The smirk Alastor shot him was dark and dangerous, and he felt his heart clench. “Once. It was quite a rush.” With his thumb, he pulled the hammer back; there was a decisive click as it locked into place. “Fancy a game?”
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OR: Old men will do literally anything but go to therapy.
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14 Jul 2026
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A single, sharp thump against his ribs. Hard enough to feel. Hard enough that his breath hitched. He couldn’t stop watching Vox. Vox shining. Vox gloating. Vox destroying the King of Hell in front of thousands. Vox basking in triumph like it was a second skin.
The cameras zoomed in on his grin. The curve of neon light across his face, lit like desire or malice or both. Alastor’s fingers flexed against the restraints. The ropes burned. He liked it. Hated that he liked it. His smile didn’t break, but it faltered, just a flicker, a millisecond, a glitch. He felt heat coil in his gut, something foreign and unwelcome and dangerously alive.
“Damn you,” he whispered, barely audible, his radio voice cracking beneath the words.
(Alastor reconsiders his feelings? for Vox after the Vox Populi performance)Series
- Part 2 of part-time soulmate, full-time problem
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13 Jul 2026
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The contact is brief, but it is enough.
And with that, a wave of pheromones floods his nostrils, thick enough to drown in. Nauseating, suffocating. Enough to make his legs go weak, his head spin, a burning ache twisting low in his stomach.
No.
No.
Of all the alphas in this rotting hell, he had to meet the only one whose scent has never repulsed him.
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The only person Alastor ever thought he could allow himself to be intimate with, until Vox decided to ruin everything with a damn business proposal.
Or: A truck full of love potions crashes and its content spills out. Chaos ensues. Alastor and Vox find themselves on top of a communications tower. There is a small room in that tower. Vox gives, Alastor takes. They communicate.
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13 Jul 2026