"Then, my last suggestion is perhaps getting some sort of firearm. Anything that can serve as self-defense without relying on your magic. If you keep using your magic in this state, you may lose it forever." The last thought made Alastor shudder. "I will take that into consideration..." A RadioDust story.

Alastor cannot seem to understand one thing demons do every year. A RadioDust story. Lemons.

"I can't sleep like this." "I as well." There was another silence. Alastor would be the one to break it. "...would you like to..." Trying to find the formal words to use, the deer fumbled. The blizzard outside hid his cheeks' tint. "...perhaps... hold each other?" A RadioDust story. (As if I'd write any other pairing.)

Alastor reflects on a past relationship he once had, remembering the love, joy, and pain he felt up to his current circumstances. A RadioDust fanfic. Dark.

In that moment he had first met eyes with him, it was not the vulgar comment that turned him off. He wasn't off put at all, but rather, unsettled. Even scared. "You... look just like him." A RadioDust story. 1/7 chapters revised.