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[aislinceivun]

Valastor week Day 6 - Polyamory @valastorweekofficial

Based on this thread I wrote earlier in the week with the premise that Alastor starts dating Valentino and Velvette months before letting Vox join their polycule. Vox sufferz greatly😆 I've got an nsft bonus doodle & textpost on my twt / bsky!

[cringefailvox]

vees + alastor polycule but vox has to be very careful about leaving alastor alone with valentino and velvette for too long because alastor WILL start plotting a coup d'etat to oust vox from both the relationship and the company. and val & vel are spineless traitors

[my-dark-lord]

Vox: Everyone synchronise your watches. Valentino: I don't know how to do that. Velvette: I don't wear a watch. Alastor: Time is a construct.

[cringefailvox]

alastor's exuberantly performative "sweetheart" that he only whips out when he's being annoying as fuck + vox's maddeningly condescending "sweetheart" that's the most indifferent misogyny you've ever heard + val's syrupy & intimate "sweetheart" that has hooked more than one unlucky bastard into falling in love with him = velvette starts carrying around a rolled-up newspaper to smack the shit out of whichever annoying fuck of the hour is pet naming her this time

[cringefailvox]

“We missed you, you big baby,” she says, and Alastor laughs wetly, muffled. “You got a lot of explaining to do, but hell, you’re still one of us.” “Frankly,” Vox says, “if you actually tried to leave, I would lock you up in the basement.” Valentino sighs affectionately, squeezing Alastor’s hand. “He doesn’t mean that.” “I very much mean that.” Alastor wants to say something along the lines of “I would be offended by anything less,” but when he tries to speak, all that comes out, horrifyingly, is a crackly sob. But it just makes Vox’s arms tighten around him, so, whatever. There are worse things.

or: some extremely soft and likely ooc radiovees because the world is a nightmare right now and i think we could all use something gentle

[my-dark-lord]

Velvette: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Alastor: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Vox: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Valentino: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.