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Alastor is hurt. Lucifer is hurt. Alastor goes unnoticed. Lucifer is noticed by Alastor.
In an act that surely won’t inspire a deeper understanding of one another, Alastor offers to carry Lucifer home. For a price.
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31 Jan 2026
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Moths to Flames, and Other Hellish Afflictions by Budinca
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
11 Feb 2026
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He was flesh and bone, and Alastor never remembered that until Lucifer — touched him. Pushed his hand away, brushed their shoulders together, nudged his side before making some ridiculous joke. Every time, the realisation came anew, and refused to stick.
In which Alastor begrudgingly explores his relationship with touch, intimacy (in all its forms), and Lucifer (also in all his forms).
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30 Jan 2026
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Alastor needs higher status; Lucifer needs protection. It’s a match made in Hell, as any demon would say. Alastor executes anyone who threatens Lucifer. Surely that means they’re dating . . . right?
Follow Alastor and Lucifer into a realm of politics, blood, and hatred. It’s not pretty, but welcome to their Hell.
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26 Jan 2026
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Barely a week and a half after Alastor’s contract is re-written, Charlie falls ill. Naturally, of course, she chooses the one day her father is out of the Pride Ring on business to grow sickly, and makes it Alastor’s problem.
Tending to Charlie while she is ill should not be a complicated endeavor, even so. And yet, it gives Alastor an uncomfortable amount of time to contemplate the nature of their relationship after The Beginning. As bonded survivors of the Nothing. As soul owner and owned soul. As family and friends. And, most frightening of all, as a parent and child.
His afterlife used to be so simple. How has it grown so complicated?
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- Part 2 of Knowledge, Nuanced
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25 Jan 2026
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“You look like shit.”
A red gaze sweeps Lucifer from head to hoof and back again, followed by a well-sculpted eyebrow rising pointedly.
“Yes, yes,” Lucifer says from very much not the high ground. “Pot. Kettle. I’m aware. Why do you look like shit?”
Red places his free hand on his chest, fingers spread in gentlemanly offense. “I’m merely winded from all the effort I put into saving the Pentagram from your folly.”
Uh huh. No doubt Red’s a real hero. But first, a point of clarification. “My folly?”
“When you walked straight into the most obvious ambush of all time and were used as the unwitting power source for a doomsday device that nearly killed us all.” Black-tipped ears perk forward. “Ring any bells?”
Oh, fuck him. Also, no, not really. “Well, excuse me for underestimating what you sinners are capable of. None of you have ever managed to hurt me before in all the millennia you’ve tried. I’m not used to ambushes meaning anything.”
“Hence, folly.” Red tilts his head to the side at an inhuman angle, canned laughter swelling in the background. “You’re so good at it!”
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23 Jan 2026