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The silence stretched between them then, thick and awkward. Not because they had nothing to say; because they had too much. Too many questions neither wanted to voice first. Too many unspoken rules from Hell suddenly meaningless here.
Vox finally stood, joints cracking in protest. Annoying. Stupid human body. “Look. All I know is we woke up like this. On Earth. Together. With all our memories and none of our powers. So, congratulations, deer boy, you’re stuck with me.”
Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply through his teeth. “Let me get this straight. I have been forcibly deposited into a mortal vessel, next to you, with no warning, no explanation, and no immediate means of escape?”
“That’s the gist,” Vox said.
Alastor stared at him.
Then laughed.
Or Alastor and Vox find themselves into a different realm with human bodies.
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- Part 1 of part-time soulmate, full-time problem
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Alastor had long since accepted that if God existed (he still had doubts) then they were a being cruel and indifferent to human suffering. One which created a system vast and complex in its laws and patterns with the intention to cause pain. That they, much like himself, must enjoy watching others suffer; if God is real then surely they revel in the agony bestowed upon humans, must garner some form of gratification from it all. Perhaps the only difference it would seem, is that for Alastor, it wasn’t fun when it wasn’t warranted.
Or: Alastor is suffering after the battle, all he wants is to make himself something sweet in the privacy of the kitchen. Too bad no one else seems to be getting the memo. Can't a demon get a moment's peace in this God forsaken hotel?
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Alastor has sensitive hands; he finds this out at the most inconvenient time possible. Unfortunately, Vox is the one who ends up paying the price for it.
Having to help a seemingly broken Overlord whilst navigating this new discovery proves to be a little more taxing than the Radio Demon could ever have imagined.
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Charles Leclerc didn’t ask to be a demigod. He didn’t ask to be chased by monsters, dragged to a camp full of chaotic teenage heroes, or told his real dad lives somewhere near Mount Olympus—or, worse, in Monte Carlo. He just wants to go home. Unfortunately, the gods have other plans. And so does a very annoying son of Zeus named Max.
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- Part 7 of F1 DEMIGODS
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“Max, does this mean your famed childhood rivalry with Charles Leclerc was primarily due to the disagreement between your respective species?”
Max blinks, opens his mouth, closes it again, blinks again. When he’d decided to reveal that he was fae to the media, he hadn’t even thought of his old rivalry with the vampire Ferrari driver.
It doesn’t matter what he says in that moment, the media and the public will always have their own agendas.
Four times people assume Vampire!Charles and Fae!Max must be rivals because of their species, and the one time they're proven wrong. A social media fic set in the 2024 season!
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- Part 2 of magickal mishaps || f1 supernatural au