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Five years ago, local heroes Rey, Finn, and Poe stole a set of blueprints for the Starkiller Project. They found a hole in the weapon's defenses, and then, before it was even operational, blew it all to pieces. Hux was over that, mostly. Sure, he'd been. Irritated. At the time. But it was all in the past. He had Ren, now, and an excellent underground laboratory. He did have to share Ren with all of those irritating family members, but if a cohort of obnoxious relatives was what Ren needed to keep from going off the deep end, then he was welcome to them. Hux himself was spared from directly interacting with that circus, because they didn't even know that he existed. That was for the best, which is why it was concerning to see three of them turn up unannounced at his house.
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Aaron was having a bad trip. A really, really bad trip.
He was sitting on a cheap plastic chair in the food court at the mall. It was still early in the day, so it wasn’t crowded, but it would definitely fill up later. It always did on Saturdays.
His mom had been in a bad mood today, so he’d walked down here to avoid staying in the house. He didn’t remember taking anything - but he must have. Because right now he was having his worst hallucination yet.
On the other side of the food court, sitting on top of a table and swinging his legs, was another version of himself.
At first he thought he might be having an out of body experience. But that wasn’t right, because the other Aaron was wearing different clothes. He didn’t own anything that tight and black.
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Aaron and Andrew meet for the first time. All the Foxes are witches. Aaron is also a witch. This is news to him.
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Charlie, strapped for cash to fund the hotel, stumbles upon a new idea for a fundraiser - the Good Boys & Girls Escort Service! Sinners can sign up for an hour of one-on-one time with their chosen member of the hotel staff. It's a great way to raise money and introduce more people to the hotel's mission, right? Charlie can make sure the room stays well-stocked with snacks, board games, and motivational pamphlets.
Of course, no one manages to explain to her what most of hell is going to think of an escort service. And when Vox of all people signs up for an hour with Alastor, the rest of the hotel thinks they're in for something catastrophic.
Alastor, however, has other plans.
(Originally written March 2024)
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- Part 13 of No-Vault November
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31 Jan 2026
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Alastor strategically presses his hand to Vox’s chest, fingers splaying above that madly beating heart, and he leans in—with an expression that hopefully comes across as seductive rather than desperate.
“I want you,” he purrs, “to kiss me.”
“I—Um. What brought this on?”
“Does it matter?”
“It matters to me.”
Oh, out of all the times for him to be considerate! Alastor wasn’t expecting such hesitation; frankly, he thought Vox would jump at the slightest indication of permission. Why does he have to rein in his greedy, grabby little hands now?
“This isn’t one of those times when I’m indulging you,” Alastor says after a pause. “You are to indulge me—without questioning what I get out of it. This is not a lead up to anything sexual, and you are not to get off. I just want you to kiss me until my lips are bruised and my jaw is sore and my tongue is numb. Can you manage that?”
Alastor is coming apart at the seams after returning from a summons from Lilith. He decides to try purging the taste of her from his mouth with that of Vox’s.
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30 Jan 2026
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Alastor coaxes a panicking, anxiety-ridden Charlie into a cooking lesson at 4 AM. Gumbo does what gumbo does best and draws in a crowd no matter the hour, leaving Alastor feeling considerably more sentimental than he bargained for. And also a little claustrophobic.
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30 Jan 2026
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When the other Vees don't show up to stop Vox, Alastor is forced to, once again, save the day himself. He offers to make Vox a deal. One martini in exchange for saving the world.
Of course, every deal made in Hell has much more to it than what the words alone say. Their personal history with the cocktail goes back to the 1960's, a brand new sinner named Vincent getting the lay of Hell, a wide-smiling patron of the arts, and an utter refusal to ever define a relationship.
It's a love story, if you squint.
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29 Jan 2026