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Alastor is powerful, cunning, and all around vicious. Too bad the rest of Hell tries to discredit him by holding his Sub dynamic over his head. It seems like everyone is just waiting for him to slip up so they can swoop in and claim his soul when he's at his weakest.
Not all hope is lost, Alastor has caught the attention of the King and Queen. He's certain they want more than he can give. They just want to show him what true partners look like. On the line is freedom but who's is yet to be seen?
This Series is set in the Dom/Sub/Switch universe
Dom - Lilith
Sub - Alastor
Lucifer has no dynamic (can mimic orders)- Words:
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10 Jun 2026
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“In fact, all I want is a conversation,” Alastor hums, as if a conversation between them is something normal. It happened once or twice, if that much, when they both were at their lowest after that TV-headed demon nearly fucked them both up, before fighting was back at the table. “I'm sure your Majesty can spare a few minutes to listen to his humble servant?”
“Humble? Doubt it. Servant? I wish,” Lucifer grunts. “At the very least you'd respect me.”
“Hm, who can say,” Alastor shrugs, stopping his pacing right in front of Lucifer again. “But I do have a bottle of Beelzejuice I got from contraband that I'm willing to share with you for your trouble.”
Lucifer narrows his eyes, wondering what the fuck the Radio Demon could want, seeing the way he looks at Lucifer with his head tilted slightly, waiting for a response.
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Spring comes to Hell the same way it comes to Earth, and, with it, comes the heat/rut season. Lucifer is not happy to go through it alone another year after Lilith's leaving, when the Radio Demon makes a proposition he hadn't been expecting.
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After 70 years, Alastor and Vox finally slept together and things are…complicated.
A continuation of my one shot "Kisses That Cut Me", the story picking up 2 weeks later. Enjoy!
((if you would rather just read this fic you just need to know that they slept together the night before the S2 finale))
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"Everything else was going exactly as planned. No longer bound to his deal, Alastor was finally a free soul in hell. Able to do whatever he pleased. His power had been fully restored and his wound completely healed. He'd returned to the hotel with renewed motivation, and neither the princess nor the king of hell suspected a thing. It was all quite perfect, really.There was just one absolutely ridiculous, infuriating, outstanding issue…Vox."
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Of all the demons who could have possibly inherited his contract. Why did it have to be Vox? The pompous, obnoxious, desperate television demon who had been oh so obsessed with him for ages. And Vox would never let him go. Not now that he had him. What he’d wanted for so long now, always just out of his reach. No, nothing could persuade him to give him up.
Vox gets ahold of Alastor's soul, and he intends to take full advantage of his new acquisition. Unfortunately, his feelings for the man make everything a bit more complicated. But Alastor might just come to realize that Vox owning his soul isn't actually the worst thing.
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“So this is just a game to you, huh?”
“Everything is a game. You either win or you lose, and crying over broken hearts definitely sounds like something a sore loser would do to justify their failure.”
They stared at each other. Was that a veiled dig at him crying over his own tragic relationship or was Lucifer overthinking it?
“You’re one sadistic motherfucker.”
As his smile turned pleasant again, Alastor snapped his fingers and a bottle appeared on the counter between them.
“Let’s drink to that.”
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This fic is 50% what I imagine can happen in Season 3 plot-wise, 50% radioapple inventing aroace romance, and 100% Alastor being his normal, charming self. -
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Lucifer Morningstar keeps bringing Alastor apples.
He doesn’t explain why. He doesn’t have to. And no matter how many times Alastor refuses, Lucifer keeps coming back.
It isn’t about temptation or corruption. It isn’t a game or a power move like Alastor thinks.
It’s an intentional statement.
“I don’t give things to people I don’t intend to keep.”
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In one glorious half-hour, Alastor has broken or completed three contracts, freed himself from two separate forms of bondage, and enjoyed a rousing jaunt through nearly half the Pentagram. Incidentally, he may also have shattered Vox’s psyche and his heart. But you know what they say about making omelettes; that was a price he was prepared to pay.
He is less prepared to be personally tasked with unscrambling the eggs.
(A post-canon fix-it following the S2 finale and the events of They Could Have Been Worse.)
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- Part 9 of They Could Have Been Worse
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Well Disguised Blessings by MothballMilkshake for floatycat
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
17 Jan 2026
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“It's so nice to see both fathers of the bride helping their young lady with dress shopping. Do you two need matching–”
A squeal of static drowned out a sudden wheeze from Lucifer, Alastor's cheeks flaming at the implication. Heat sparked in his chest and crept up the back of his neck, something behind his ribs twisting as Lucifer stuttered out a denial.
“Ha – me and – and him? Ha, no, I mean – no. We're just... just working together. For Charlie,” Lucifer finished up, his voice going a little weak as gold spread over his pale face. His gaze drifted over to where Charlie was trying on dresses, a tiny imp seamstress tugging and poking at her all the while.
“For Charlie,” Alastor echoed.
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Or: Lucifer and Alastor have to at least pretend to get along to help Charlie and Vaggi plan their wedding. Along the way, they discover hidden depths to each other that they might have preferred to remain ignorant of.
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- Part 55 of AppleRadio ONE SHOTS
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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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Well-guarded secrets that put the Hotel in danger come to light and all Lucifer can think about is how he can't be there for his own daughter - but apparently can start a messy relationship with just the worst demon he had ever met.
3 part main series updates regularly. Some additional parts are also posted sporadically.
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“You seem to misunderstand,” Sera tells him as the platform under his feet begins to glow a blinding white-gold. “Hell will still be. You will still be. But not as you are.”
The words take root in his mind, the implications of having everything stripped away from him.
Lucifer has spent centuries wishing he could undo so many things, that he could start over from nothing and this time, this time he would do it right. He’d give anything to make those same mistakes again if it meant keeping everything that makes him him.
He hadn’t accounted for Sera swinging so severely to the opposite extreme. No longer was it a matter of doing what was required to keep Hell in check and subdued, now it was a matter of forcing Sinnerkind to atone for her mistakes.
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Even at the moment of the hiraishin's conception, Tobirama knew the dangers of meddling with the very threads that make up the fabric of existence. He knew that repeated usage only made it easier to traverse between the dimensions because the user became physically more susceptible to slipping through the cracks.
But knowing something is possible theoretically is very different from experiencing it for himself.
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Nimrod by bealeciphers
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Helluva Boss (Web Series), The Bible
22 Jun 2026
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Now that the exterminations have ended, Charlie Morningstar starts getting ideas about re-re-reforming the way sinners arrive in Hell; meanwhile, Alastor’s best laid plans for manipulation and pain are waylaid by genuine sincerity and, worst of all, a romantic subplot.
At least there was sure to be plenty of violence along the way.
Bookmarked by KiplingCake
13 Mar 2026
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I love where this is going x rubs hands together gleefully x
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A spark, however small, is still a spark. by habropathia
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
26 Feb 2026
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"Of all the places," Alastor mutters through gritted teeth.
He is not sentimental. He has never been. Nostalgia is a weakness reserved for lesser minds, for those who believe the past holds them rather than the other way around.
Yet, his smile tightens.
Annoyance flares honed and immediate, curling hot in his chest. Vox's face rises uninvited in his mind. Grinning screen, static laughter, hands too careful, attention too constant. The memory of wires and strings follows close behind, of being maneuvered, shocked and jerked around, in a way he hadn't agreed on.
Infuriating.
And it's outrageously uncomfortable too, the sudden awareness of something old stirring where it should have stayed buried.
Or: Alastor is free, Vox is angry, humiliated, and somehow still breathing. They are, apparently, done with each other for good, but a bar, a piano, and far too much history stand in the way. The past, unfortunately, still has excellent timing.
Bookmarked by KiplingCake
28 Feb 2026
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Stories about Alastor becoming Lucifer's Executioner, the new Roo(t of All Evil),
and everything in between. (And maybe a little after as well.)Emphasis on the radioapple of it all.
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It begins with a single message.
No one is meant to know that Alastor has a phone, but Lucifer is the King of Hell and it seems that comes with some advantages. He's clearly bored and Alastor could use a distraction from the Angelic wound that's slowly killing him. A little after-hours texting will do.
After all, it's not like anything will come of it.
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- Part 1 of Behind the facade
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16 Feb 2026
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“Smiles drank my drink” Angel’s eyes were on Alastor’s struggling form as he spoke, wide, briefly turning just to look at the mostly empty glass now being inspected by Niffty, sniffed by Husk, the bartender rearing back in disgust as if his nostrils had been burned “bathrooms the only thing in that direction an he’s covered in blood clawin at himself like he can’t fuckin breathe—Charlie!” Angel grabbed her shoulders, forcing her attention to land on him “Alastor drank my drink!!”
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- Part 1 of Laced
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“Why not a hook, though?” Brienne said, and Jaime followed her gaze to the golden hand covering his stump. He paused, and she added, “It’s pretty, but it’s not much use, is it?"
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- Part 6 of Game of Thrones works
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Thanks to Alastor's nefarious schemes, everyone's having a delightfully awful day. Alas, this is the only day he'll be seeing for a while; Every dawn, the day resets. And of course, this is all Lucifer's fault.