#pp!au

[thequillpill]

@cherry-blitz

I love this stupid TV and his stupid tail

(It’s gets all the bitches)

(And hopefully Al)

[partytrickparker]

So I made a playlist for this FANTASTIC fic Book Ends by @spideyboys​! (IF YOU HAVENT READ IT PLEASE DO!) I just love it so much since i’m a sucker for BOOKSTORE ROMANCE ANYWAYS this playlist has like a fall acoustic meets YA movie romance scenes vibe? If you wanna check it out, here’s the link:  https://open.spotify.com/user/nerdywondergirl/playlist/6eYlUOppnmWB2n77yd8aUf

[thequillpill]

Part 3, Back together at last

Fanfic based on @cherry-blitz 's PP! AU

Set in the third person - with knowledge of Al’s stats and stuff

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Vox woke up first, and he normally did. The panic set in the second he had risen. Alastor! He remembered what the Alternet universe vox had told him, and he was so worried. About the bar, about their relationship.. But most importantly, Al’s safety…

He slipped out of bed. Alastor had seemed to be a few feet away from him, hugging that darn shark like his life depended on it. He decided to give him some space, and simply make him some black tea. And thank god, the sats seemed to be back an-

Oh no. OH NO. he thought. The stats.. The stats were at 82 before. Now.. 60. 22 points down! Oh I..? Him? The other Vox? Fucked up BAD. Ok, make his tea. You can fix this!

He walked over to the kitchen, and started boiling the water, and grabbed out Alastore's favorite mug, a duck hunting mug. He grabbed the tea bags, and started to make what was hopefully a perfect mug of tea. He could not afford any mistakes when Al was already so low.

Soon, Al slipped into the room. He was tired, and seemed to keep his distance. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, still shaken up by last night's events. He hated being treated like that, especially by the one face he thought he could trust above all. Deep down, he of course knew it was different people. But it was hard to think of that when his mind was racing with the creepy words and touches an almost identical man did only a few hours before. Vincent was making tea. That helped ground him a little, the affection meter going up by a single point. That Whittman didn’t make him tea, he had to make it himself. His Vox made it without even having to utter a word every morning.

“Morning Al! Do you uh.. Do you want anything? I’m making tea, but I can make something else! Anything you want!” He was sweating as much as a TV could. Anxious. Probably trying a little too hard. Still, Al was touched by it. Vox’s puppy love, while a lot, truly showed he cared about him. He was keeping his distance. Al wondered if the swap had also applied to him, and if he met the Alastor that was supposed to be under Whittman’s strings. Maybe he figured out how he was being treated. Smart man. The point went up again. 64. Vox was ecstatic. Maybe this was easier than he expected.. Maybe he should talk to Al about what happened.. Or the memories could make it go down. Best let him say it himself. That's always the safest route.

“I suppose I could have some breakfast. It was quite a long day..”

“Of course! What would you like? I think we still have some beignets from that restaurant.”

“That sounds delightful. Do you still have fingers in the freezer, or should I call rosie” God, he could really go for some M̷̛̮̯̜̖̻͂͋̚Ề̵͍̞͔͎͎̓͗̾̔͆̒̓͂̃̕͘͠Å̶̧̢̨̗̤̭̙̬͇͈͈͈̖͓͇̍̽͜T̵̡̡̛̙̘̱̯͔̙̗̥̰͖̣͗́̓́̅̉̔̑̎̓̆͂͘͜͠͠. He couldn’t find any in Whittman’s place, despite knowing he was a serial killer. What serial killer doesn’t have body parts in their house?

“Yeah, I have some. I still have them from that annoying rich sinner you killed”

“Splendid!” He said. Despite acting like himself, his guard was still up. He would back up when he thought Al was getting too close, and would flinch whenever Vox raised his arm. Vox, of course, noticed. He tried to give Al more space, but he was just so jumpy! What did that other vox do??? Vox soon set a plate of beignets and fingers on the dining room table, the mug of tea on the side of the plate. He let Al notice and sit down, and he himself walked away to do his work. As much as he wanted to stay by Al’s side and try to get that meter up, he knew it was better to give Al his space.

Al, on the other hand, felt so many mixed emotions. For one, this was clearly his vox. Nice, kind, hasn't made any racist comments or weird jokes, and has kept his space. On the other hand, he couldn't look at him without thinking of the other man. Whittman. He shouldn’t be like this. It isn’t Vinnie’s fault that his Alternate Universe self was such a possessive dick. But If Vincent touched him or came too close, he feared he would freak. So he kept his distance, and Vox, thank god, kept his.

A week has passed. The meter gradually went up, back to 75. Not as high as it was, but a good point. Al slowly got more comfortable around Vox, finally being able to step closer and talk without worry. Al was getting seriously curious about what his other self was like, so one day, he asked.

“Vinnie, what was the other me like?”

“Pardon”

“The alrerante Universe me. I assumed that is what happened a week ago. What was he like?”

“Causious. I think his Vox was like some possessive dick that had him tied to a chair or under his string or something. I made him tea, and he made me drink it to prove it wasn’t drugged. And he was very flinchy. Like I was gonna touch him or something. Did the other Vox.. did he touch you..”

“...Yes.. Yes he did. It was strange. You're right, he did have a deal with the other Alastor. He would tie him to a chair, and stuff. I don’t know. He was very creepy. Always felt like he was planning something awful. Thank god it was only a day.”

“Im so sorry..”

“It’s fine. It took me a bit, but I realised that you would never do that. It was Whittman, and you are not him, and thus wouldn’t make me uncomfortable.” The bar went up. 77. “I'm happy you are here. Would you like to watch a silent film? I’ll go fetch Fang.”

“Yes. Yes that would be nice” He looked genuinely happy. He loved his Al so much. He just can’t wait until he finally hits a hundred.

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THE END

Woo! That was a long one! That's the end of my three parter! Now, I don't plan for this to be my final Fanfic for PP!, but I’m so happy I finally finished this thing and can stop thinking about it! Now I can replace it with another Persitance! Fanfic ideas!!

I hope you enjoyed it!

PT 1. PT 2 PT 3 <You are HERE. Final part!>