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An Ocean to Drown Your Shores
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Hephaistion, Alexander, Cassander, Drypetis, Roxanne, Ptolemy, Thais, etc.
Alexander/Hephaistion, Cassander/Hephaistion, Hephaistion/Drypetis, Ptolemy/Thais, etc.
Watch out for: sex, consent issues, violence, threats of violence, and general terrible behavior.
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The general plotbunny was: what if Alexander took over the world via corporation conglomeration in the modern world? The roundabout answer was: he would be impossibly bored, become an absolute asshole, and fuck around with Hephaistion a lot. This story, of course, looks at Hephaistion's side of things, but it's got a lot of Alexander anyways.
Pretty sure I'm a decade late (or possibly even centuries) to this party, but I'm here nonetheless! The universe of Alexander has always intrigued me and while I would love to write a fic when they're in their time and place, I think I'll stick with modernity as a first step. Also, thank you so much Destiny for your encouragement (and general egging on). This fic wouldn't exist without you.
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01. a window is smashed at a gala
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"Cassander, really?" Alexander growls, eyes flashing.
Hephaistion purses his lips, says nothing, and turns.
"Don't you walk away from me, Hephaistion Amyntorous!"
Hephaistion does just that.
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"Who was that?" Cassander lies.
Hephaistion blinks, before lightly clinking their champagne glasses and pressing the rim to his lip.
"An ex," he replies, playing along.
"Oh? What did he have to say?"
"Nothing serious."
Cassander smiles, eyes dark and dangerous, and Hephaistion feels a thrill. He takes a sip then puts the glass on the table, throwing an arm around the other man's shoulders.
"Was he jealous," he asks, lips ghosting the shell of Hephaistion's ear.
The crash of glass against glass is answer enough.
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He comes back to his apartment to find the door unlocked.
It could be carelessness, he knows. All the same, he makes certain to close it with extra emphasis, sprinting into the elevator and back into the parking garage.
There, parked so fastidiously in the corner that he didn't notice it the first time, is Alexander's car of choice.
So, he thinks, heart sinking, even this far away from the city-center is no good.
He drives and drives and drives into the night. Outside of the city limits and into the fields. He has identification and he has his wallet. In the whole country, he needs little else.
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