#marrage contract au

[divine0rdainment]

//An Radiostatic Au Concept I wanted to share. // (TW for Blood and Injury)

Alaster lays on the ground, an angelic spear, bought from Carmine herself, was pierced into his stomach, keeping him on the ground, unable to teleport. Unable to move much at all. Damn Velvette and her good aim. Damn Valentino for distracting him at just the right moment. Damn Vox for cheating in this god damn duel!!! 

The territory around them was in shambles, buildings turned to rubble, corpses of fallen sinners under the bricks and steel. Velvette stood over Alastor keeping the spear in place as she looked at the other Vees, worry in her eyes. She wasn't as big of a fighter as the other two who were now heavily damaged. Vox more than Valentino to be sure. 

Vox shakily stands with the help of Val, struggling as he gets closer to Alaster. He needed to get closer to finish this…Vox stood on a broken leg as he looked down at his long-time rival with a half broken screen, missing a few fingers, holding a broken arm, a broken rib, and dislocated shoulder. Vox looked almost dead himself, just without the massive puddle of blood pooling under him. No, Alastor was the one closest to death here. The deer wouldn't last long with that spear in his gut like this. Vox knew that he only had so much time to enjoy the moment. 

"I... I win y-you prick..." He glitched and stuttered out. His screen twitching, flashing, and blinking from the damage. It was hard for him to look at Alastor like this as one of the eyes on his scream was completely blacked out thanks to the damage he had sustained. 

"I won with the one t-th-th-thing you don't have! Friends who give a shit!" He spits on Al, the spit hitting his fine coat and Val smirks. Proud of his partner in crime and riches. Velvette giggled a bit, brushing a pigtail over her shoulder, and then dusting off her goth Lolita dress she decided to wear. It was heavily ruined from the fight, covered in rips and tears that would make it near impossible to ever wear again, but that didn't matter right now. They were about to make history.  

Vox smirks as Val speaks up. "Well, come on Papi... Let's end him, kill the fucker so we can go home and celebrate!" He insisted. Val never liked Alastor. Always finding his prudish nature annoying. He also didn't like how much attention he always got from the overlord he was holding up. 

Velvette nodded “yeah, let's hurry up, this dress is utterly ruined and I need a fucking shower.” She grumbled. “Let's get this over with!” 

But, Vox was hesitant. After all these years of wanting Alastor to be his, of chasing for his attention, of becoming powerful and strong to get his approval, of trying to force Alastor to be his…

"... No.... Not yet..." And he struggles to kneel in front of the gentlemen on the ground. Taking a moment to consider his words carefully. 

Alastor looked up at him with irritated eyes, he was too weak to fight, too weak to even really come up with a coherent insult as he struggled to keep breathing. His body burned. Burned like he was on fire thanks to the holy steel in him. And the fact that Vox wasn't going to end the pain only irritated him more. 

“I hope you aren't here to gloat, dear. Did you want a kiss goodbye? Or simply to torment me more? I'm in no mood for-" 

Vox slams a hand over his mouth, shutting him up. “I didn't invite you to speak…” he growled. Alastor glaired and was half tempted to bite him. He leaned closer and whispered into the man's fluffy red ears that twitched on his head.

“I loved you…you knew I loved you and you still hurt me. Over and over you hurt me…” he whispered. His fists clenched on the ground as he tried to keep himself from falling forward on top of the radio host before him.

“I don't want to kill you Alastor. I never wanted to kill you, I just…I just wanted you. So how about…we make a deal?” He asked softly. The only good eye looks at Alastor, reading his reaction. Which was obviously a mix of curiosity and anger. Vox has to make a good case if he wanted Alastor to agree to this…

“If you want to live past this moment you'll agree to my terms. I want you to marry me." 

Alastor bite Vox hard enough to make him bleed the second ‘marry’ left the Tv heads speakers. The pain makes the man cry out and pull back. 

“You must be out of your box if you think-" Alastor suddenly started coughing up blood, cutting off his retort,  His eyes widened as the world became fuzzy. He was bleeding too fast for this. He didn't have time to argue or even think. 

Valentino looked furious as he stood behind Vox, his four hands clenched as blood dripped down his palm from his own nails digging into his flesh, but Velvette was curious where this was going. She kneels down as well to see what would come of this.. very interesting gossip.

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Vox insisted. “You don't have to have sex with me! All you have to do is be mine! You hold my hand when I tell you! You sleep in my bed! You write some really pretty fucking vows, you become my husband in name and appearance alone! I get to have you and you get to live!" 

Alastor glared at him as blood kept dripping down his lips. “...why would you want a sham marriage with a man who can't love you? What purpose-" 

“Because you'd still be mine! No one else's! That's all I need, Alastor!!!" He gripped Alastors chin, looking at him with a crazy glint. “If you're mine, no one else will have you. No more people hitting on you, no more people wondering if you're gay or straight or arguing about it in tabloids. You could get all those fuckers off your back!” He insisted desperate for a yes. 

"Let me make up a contract, and you can read it!  If all the rules are acceptable, you sign! You get to live! You keep your souls, your power, your territory, your reputation!” 

He forced Alastor to look at him. 

"I won't even ask for your soul, I just want YOU.” 

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This is the start of the concept. I wanna add more details later but I wanted to see if anyone likes the idea? May make a full au out of it. 

For now I'm calling it the “Marriage Contract AU”