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1952
Vincent Withman has a perfect life.
So perfect no one would ever suspect he’s a serial killer.
But perfection is fragile.
When another murderer dares to remove a crucial piece of his carefully crafted game, Vincent’s mask begins to crack.
It is Humiliating, and humiliation is something he does not forgive.
Whoever interfered will pay.Or
Alastor Leroy kills Vincent Withman’s wife, never stopping to consider that he’s just murdered another killer’s spouse, without consider that the resulting tantrum might become a headache later. (He’s far too busy to care).
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Inspired by the comic by @BigTerrence on TikTok: "What If Alastor Woke Up In A World Where He and Vox Were Lovers?". I won't be using the comic shot for shot, this is inspired by it but not trying to recreate it in fic form.
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Alastor was in the middle of executing his master plan when everything changed. He had only shut his eyes for a moment -- trying to rest and recover... but when he opened his eyes, instead of being tied to his favorite spinning chair he found himself in a warm, plush bed with shark themed sheets. At first, he figured Vox had taken pity and laid him there, but as his eyes wandered around the room things were starting to make less and less sense. When had Vox had the time to take several pictures of them together? Happy pictures? And, more importantly, when had Vox put a ring on his finger?Ah, well, the photo of them at an alter on the nightstand answers that question.
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What happens when Canon!Alastor has swapped bodies with Married!Alastor? How will their Voxs react? What will they learn about themselves, and what else could they possibly fuck up?
Title of fic inspired by: Nothing Can Change This Love by Sam Cooke.
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Perhaps it was because Alastor was sure that Vincent wouldn't remember any of this. Perhaps it was because he was seeing his mother’s face, fevered and twisted in pain, when he looked at the man laying on his couch.
He saw the shadows on the wall run against the edge of his vision, and fought bile. The house was playing with its food.OR
Vincent comes to Alastor's door with a fever. What was Alastor supposed to do- turn him away? His brain knows he should, his heart? -too often goes against his will when it comes to this most pathetic devotee.
guys this is a shameless sick fic with a haunted house that turned into that cannibalism/consumption as a metaphor for love bs. read at your own discretion mwahaha
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It's been a decade since Alastor was killed during the extermination. A decade since Vox was forced to stare at the dead body of someone he admired, and report on it.
Then in the mail came a letter. One from Alastor, asking him to come to The Happy Hotel.
He's dead though. So who sent it?
Series
- Part 1 of The Day He Died