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He felt his fingers tap against his knee, his heart squeezing in his chest. Warmth bloomed like fields of flowers over his cheeks, his eyelids drooping as his pupils dilated. He was deeply enamored by the existence of Lucifer. By every step he took, by each blink he shared, and with every booming laugh Alastor fell in love ever deeper.
He was going insane, he must have been. It was irregular, unheard for such evil to feel so pure. Alastor questioned if angels felt like this all the time, because every glance he took that laid over the milkiness of Lucifer's skin and the golden gleam of his eyes he felt like he was gazing upon heaven itself.
Alastor stood, grabbed some roses from a vase on his shelf and pulled his suit jacket over his shoulder, running fingers down his face.
Rosie would know what to do, she always did.
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What Alastor expected least when using Lucifer for power after his recent divorce was not that he would actually fall in love with the man. With help from Rosie, he decides to take Lucifer on a date through his forest!Bookmarked by soventicular
04 Jul 2026
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Lohen jumps off the bed, and Varka can’t help but stare, admiring.
He’s thin, angular, like a boy who still doesn’t know where he’s going to grow. Sharp elbows, slender wrists. The outlines of his ribs show through the fabric of his shirt, and Varka counts them again.
One, two, three…
The shirt reaches mid-thigh on his narrow hips, transitioning into long, straight, and fairly strong legs. Lohen raises a hand to rub his eye with his fist, and the hem lifts slightly, revealing creamy skin. Small bruises. Looks like Varka gripped his legs too hard in the heat of nighttime passion.
Heat spreads in his lower belly.
“What are you staring at?” asks Lohen.
“At you. It's a nice view,” Varka answers honestly, unable to look away.
The Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius tries to coexist under the same roof with the vice-captain of the fifth ranged company.
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- Part 2 of No Decency
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21 Jun 2026
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Never tell the fae your name. It gives them power over you, because names contain power.
That was Illuga’s first mistake.
Or perhaps, Flins' first exception.
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Russian translation by the wonderful srslytommy! Thank you so much!
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- Part 2 of faelightisms
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20 Jun 2026
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“You’re doing it to make me jealous.”
Lohen raises his eyebrows like he’s intrigued by Varka’s accusation.
“Am I?” He chuckles, amused.
Lohen baits. Varka bites.
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20 Jun 2026
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“I’m fine.”
“You are not fine. You walk with a limp and appear to be quite disheveled. Tell me where you’re hurt so I can help you.”
Illuga grabs Flins’ wrist to stop his search. “I’m fine. I just… ran into Sir Varka a little while ago.”
The tension in Flins’ body melts away all at once and a sly grin replaces his blank expression. “Oh, well that explains everything. I see he was particularly rough this time, no?”
Illuga looks away shyly. “He… ummm left you a gift.”
Flins tilts his head. “A gift?”
Varka shows Illuga just how thankful he is for him and sends him off with a gift for Flins. An apology of sorts for discovering the surprise Illuga had originally hidden, one that didn't go unappreciated by either man.
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20 Jun 2026