SmolAndGrey
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Soulmates are a thing in Hell. You share defining traits with your soulmate, be it physical or something hidden, and that is your only clue. Sometimes you don't even know you have a soulmate and the opportunity passes you by.
Rosie was born with a set of fluffy deer ears, a very defining trait indeed, however, being different in her town could mean exile and her soulmate doesn't feel the same way anyway, so she hides it from him - from everyone.
This series tells the story how these two go from lifelong besties to more.
(Yes, this is a ship series)
Now,
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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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10 Mar 2026
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“Your haircut is shit.”
Alastor’s ears flick in Velvette’s direction but he doesn’t look to her, the swivel chair creaking as he instead adjusts his arms underneath Vox’s loose wiring.
This was one of the few moments Vox had graced Alastor with his absence - Valentino had practically begged Vox to give Alastor to Velvette while she had been taking a break so they could have some… ‘alone time’ - and Alastor had taken this as his chance to relax. To imagine he was in the hotel, his radio tower, a bayou… anywhere except Vee tower, and he refuses to let anything ruin his peace.
“Just wanted to remind you in case somebody hadn’t in the last five minutes.”
Velvette was making that incredibly hard though.
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Unstoppable force (Velvette, somebody who changes her hair multiple times a day) meets immoveable object (Alastor, somebody who hasn't changed his hair in a century).OR:
Velvette helps Alastor get rid of his bob cut.Bookmarked by SmolAndGrey
23 Feb 2026
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“I hereby believe that I was here first,” bristles Alastor, now pointing a spatula at him. “So in case you bring your gripes with me on you, I suggest for your Royal Highness to leave himself.”
“Do you always need an object to point at people even when you don’t have your radio staff on you?” Lucifer deadpans, nodding at the spatula.
“You—”
“Wanted a drink. Whatever you had there is burning, Al.”Bookmarked by SmolAndGrey
13 Feb 2026