SK1E
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Alastor felt his smile freeze on his face. Not because the news was false, but because Vox was there, in his tower, trembling with rage, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
—Is it true? —Vox asked, his voice static and poison—. Are you going to marry him?
Alastor folded the newspaper carefully, placing it on the table beside him. His smile widened again, though something in it had become sharper.
—I don't see how that's any of your business —he replied, waving his hand vaguely—. Don't tell me you came all the way here just for magazine gossip, Vox. You're losing your touch.
—Don't fuck with me —Vox spat, taking a step forward. Then another. His static filled the room, crackling in the air like annoying bees—. Do you think I don't care? Do you think I can see you in every damn newspaper, smiling like a happy idiot next to that… that fucking dwarf… and not make a scene?
—It seems to me you're making one right now —Alastor said, his voice a dangerous whisper.
I'm not good at making summaries, so I used a snippet from the fic. This takes place after the second season. It's not relevant to the plot, but it is for knowing where it's set ^_^
Bookmarked by SK1E
02 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
On Planet Vegeta, status defines everything. Prince Vegeta is arrogant, untouchable, and destined to rule. Kakarot is a clumsy third-class delivery boy with more strength than sense — and a secret drive to prove himself worthy of the Saiyan army. Their paths should never have crossed… until one reckless accident throws them together.
What begins as irritation sparks into something neither of them can resist. But their growing bond is dangerous — forbidden by tradition, and now caught in the eyes of Frieza himself. Whispers of the legendary Super Saiyan, and the tightening grip of Cold’s empire threaten to pull them apart before they’ve even begun.
Can love survive under the weight of pride, fear, and destiny? Or will it burn with the rest of Planet Vegeta?
Bookmarked by SK1E
19 Oct 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Vincent Whittman was a charming young man in his 20’s. He was smart, confident, hard-working, came from an upper middle class family and most importantly handsome. He was practically lined up for success. But his life takes a turn one day, when he fails to get hired as the weatherman on a popular tv network.
In desperate need of a job, he applies for a temporary position at a local radio station. He never would have thought that he would meet his idol, Alastor, there. The Radio star grows smitten with Vincent rather quickly. What was supposed to be a temporary job turns rather permanent as Alastor seems determined to never let him leave.
Or
Alastor atticwifes Vox but make it murdermedia.
Series
- Part 2 of Yandere Alastor saga
Bookmarked by SK1E
04 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
What if before making his proposition of partnership to Alastor, Vox went to Alastor's good friend to ask for advice?
And Mimzy, knowing exactly how such a proposition would end, advised Vox to use the best assets he had on him - his voobs?
Alastor never stood a chance.Inspired by a tumblr post:
I know this advice is like, 70 years too late, but tbh Vox you should have spent less time practicing your speech and complimenting Alastor and just took off your silly little vest and unbuttoned the top like 3 or 4 buttons of your shirt, and then crossed your arms and leaned forward and then made your cute digital eyes as big as possible before asking your question.
You were already puffing out your chest you should have just committed to it a little more.Bookmarked by SK1E
31 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
A scent.
Not Alastor's. That was everywhere, moss and whiskey, wrapping around him like a blanket. This was different. Fainter. But there. Impregnated in Alastor's clothes, his skin, his breath.
Sweet. Omega. Apples.
Vox froze.
His brain, which had been about to completely shut down, came back to life with the force of a punch. Apples. That smell. That fucking smell. He knew it. He knew it too well.
The King.
Lucifer.
Vox growled. A sound that wasn't the submissive whimper from a second ago, but something sharper. More furious. His hands, which had been weakly caressing Alastor's chest, tensed. Pushed. Pressed.
—Get off me.
Series
- Part 1 of Static and Moss
Bookmarked by SK1E
03 Mar 2026