Stars Would Tell

Drabbles, fic, and such by mistyautumn. Current Fandoms: Supergirl, Defiance, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Legend of Korra, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Blood+, MCU, Hazbin Hotel Not currently accepting prompts. [ fandom tags / fic recs / ao3 / lj ] Emily Icon / Artwork by padawanton

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Deadly Sins

Chapter 2: Envy

It's chapter two, and I hope you enjoy it. It's my birthday gift to me! In this chapter there are vague spoilers for a movie that came out in 1995-- guess which one. ;) There's maybe a little internalized acephobia, but there's a happy ending, don't you worry. <3

Thank you to the folks who commented on chapter one, to Lex who challenged me and made this better, and always to Brandi who looked at every version and helped me find balance and confidence I needed.

Word Count: 5,907

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They meet again the following Friday and fall into easy conversation. When the first round of drinks is set down, Vincent scooches the glasses close together and snaps a picture, trying to get some of the Halloween decorations in the background. Noting Alastor's look, Vincent laughs.

"What? Camera drinks first sometimes."

"If you tell me you're an influencer, I will kill you right here." He pulls his whiskey toward him, eyeing Vincent dubiously. Vincent snorts, shakes his head.

"No, I do local news," He shrugs easily. "Gotta highlight life in the local community. It builds good will. Hey, are you on IG?"

"Much to my dismay, I do have corporate mandated social media." Alastor says dryly. "You know it's interesting instead of listening to the very nice, friendly, midday radio show you went immediately to the murder podcast." His eyes crinkle at the corners and Vincent can see he's working to suppress a smile. "What could that possibly say about you?"

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Deadly Sins

Chapter 1: Wrath

I love that Murdermedia, so I'm finally trying my hand at it.

Thanks to the folks who encouraged me and told me not to be scared. Thanks to that "two cakes" meme showing up on my tumblr dashboard. Thanks to Letters for reminding me that I have something to bring to the table. Thanks to Lex for being a constant cheerleader. Thanks to Brandi for pretty much holding my hand, and helping me make this shine.

Word Count: 3,251

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There is a man at the bar, writing in a notebook while nursing a drink; long fingers and dark skin, glasses slipping down his nose. If Vincent had to guess, he'd say they were around the same age, give or take. He's... pretty. Vincent's eyes keep coming back to him. He wonders if the man comes here often; Vincent's never actually been to this bar-- tonight is a bit of an occasion. He checks his watch and he has time, so he sidles up to the neighboring stool and sits. 

"Writer?" Vincent glances at the neat handwriting and tries not to be too obvious about it. It's notes about... murder? Huh. The man is casting a sidelong glance at him.

"Radio, actually." His answer is tepid, which makes the snort that immediately comes out of Vincent's nose just a little more agonizing.

"Sorry- I'm sorry, but- radio?"

"And a true crime podcast, but radio is what pays the bills."

"Does it?" Jesus- stop insulting him!

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Currents

So I talk a lot about Vox and Alastor having sharp and soft sides, and how they bring those out in each other. I've written them being very soft together, and this started as a test to see what I could do with writing them sharp, but together. It can stand alone, but it can also serve as a bit of a prequel to Beginning Again--

"Alastor, you used to take me drinking, dancing-- you- you'd fall asleep on my fucking couch and I couldn't try to kill you, because I'd look at you and I'd think this is my life- my- my afterlife- and you trusted me enough to be vulnerable, and I was so fucking lucky-"

Thank you Brandi for the beta! You make the writing part exciting. :) For Lex; thanks for making this fandom elder feel welcome and wanted around. For Lu: in the fandom trenches together for 20 years, and I look forward to 20 more (and then some).

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The power in Alastor's district has been out for nearly 24 hours-- just a day, not too huge a hardship, but when sinners got used to such comforts as electricity, losing it was particularly punishing. Not to mention Vox's station is losing views, and that is not gonna work for him (and that is why he's here-- plus Alastor, who NEVER asks for help, has asked him if he could take a look, but it's mostly the losing viewers, definitely mostly that). Vox is digging around in the system; he'd been through all of it when he was getting started-- testing, fortifying-- Get on the air and stay on the air. He glances to the Radio Demon, who is watching with at least some measure of curiosity and what Vox suspects to be appraisal.

"Anything amiss?" 

"I mean it's fucked." Vox shrugs. "Transformers are fucked. Breakers are also fucked. Lines might be ok, but it's a toss up, there's a solid chance they're fucked." Alastor rolls his eyes.

"Helpful." 

Vox smiles thinly. "Hey I didn't say fucked beyond repair. I'll get some of my people down here, do replacements." But then there's the interesting bit: "It's also definitely sabotage." Vox's smile broadens as Alastor's brows rise, ears swiveling forward.

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[oldcoyote]

if you ever doubt that your ao3 comments matter or mean something: i have been struggling with my writing for 6 months straight, crying myself to sleep afraid that i will never be able to write again, that the thing i love most in the world has left me, that my writing is just gone

this morning i got this comment:

and after i stopped blubbering over it, i picked up my writing notebook, and re-read all my fic research, and opened up my document again for the first time in weeks without being afraid of it

you have no idea how much writers treasure every single comment we get. you have no idea how big an impact you can have. sometimes, just sometimes, your one "insignificant" comment changes everything

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Enough

Part Three: It's You

The last part. I hope you all like it. Sincerely, thank you to everyone who has left such kind comments, I keep rereading them and feeling all warm and fuzzy. Hopefully this gives you the warm fuzzies right back. :) If you are ace and ever fear that what you can offer isn't enough, this is for you. You are so enough.

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"Do you think it might be I'm part of your punishment down here?" Sprawled across the bed, Alastor rolls onto his stomach, resting his cheek on one hand. The question is offhanded, but those eyes are watchful; curious of what Vox might say. For his part, Vox snorts. He's mulled this question over often for damned near a century, in agony, in attempts at apathy, in disbelief, in love. 

"I am one hundred percent positive, are you kidding?"

Alastor's head tilts, eyebrows shooting up- clearly not the answer he expected- but his gaze is warm and his eyes are alight and dancing, ears tipping forward; ready to walk whatever path this is with Vox. "One hundred? My goodness, Vincent, that is quite sure."

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A Cure For What Ails You

Al and Lu for you, Brandi. :) Thank you for being the best. I'm really glad to know you. 💙

My first attempt at writing Lucifer (and Lilith, for the part she plays). As per usual, I'm always a little nervous posting something new. I hope this isn't too meandering / rambly, and that you enjoy it! Fun fact: trying to refer to Alastor without using his name or correct title for the first half of this was an interesting challenge. ;)

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"How sad."

The words hit him like a dagger and his head jerks up. Red eyes regard him from the hallway; a fixed smile doing some approximation of sympathetic.

"Were you fucking eavesdropping?" Grief burns up quickly into fury; Lucifer's own eyes glow, scarlet horns taking shape.

"Oh, just a little." The demon's ears flick, and he shrugs, unflinching. Lucifer wants to ring his stupid neck. "I am the host of this hotel, it's my responsibility to know what's going on, is it not?"

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Enough

Part Two: It's Ok

Turns out there was more. I think this will ultimately be three vignettes: It's Enough. It's Ok. It's You.

Thanks again to Lex for the beta, hope you like the surprise ending. This is the spiciest thing I've ever written, and I'm kinda surprised I actually published it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy some intimacy with boundaries. This chapter is rated M. Not graphic, but sexual content.

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He likes kisses (no tongues).

He likes the way Vox looks at him; the way he looks for permission, now, even when he's eager.

Likes the way Vox touches him when it's given.

He likes the noises.

The way Vox's face opened up. 

The warmth pooling in him.

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Enough

Part One: It's Enough

Thanks to Lex who pretty much beta read this.

For Letters and Ashe, for making me feel less lonely in my aceness.

This fic is rated M to be safe.

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There's discomfort in his neck, laying on his side like this, his neck and shoulders propped up on a pillow to accommodate the wide screen. It barely registers given the absolute wonder oh holding Alastor. He's careful not to hold on too tightly; his arm slipped around Alastor; hand finding hand, letting their fingers slowly twine.

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[erraticprocrastinator]

Not sure about anyone else but I re-read all my favourite AO3 comments when I’ve had a rough day so if you’ve ever taken the time to write a deep, funny, or just kind comment, thank-you.

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Well, for the first time in 6 years, my asks are open if you wanna ask questions about any of my fics. Not currently open for requests, but happy to chat about things I've posted. 💙

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In Body, In Mind, In Heart

Wrote this for Rachel and Brandi, out of sheer spite that DC KEEPS MAKING BRAINY BALD, LET HIM HAVE HIS PRETTY HAIR, COME ON YOU GUYS. Anyway, it's been 84 years since I wrote Supergirl, but here's a little slice of Earnest Brainy and his Kara being sweet and fluffy. Hope I can still write them alright!

Goes in the Earnest (Yellow Boots) Brainy timeline with "Possibilities", "Miracles", and not too long before "Metaphorical Applications". That'll make sense by the end. ;) _________________________________________________ 

"Come here. Five minutes." From the other side of the console, Kara holds out a hand and Querl can't help but to take it. As fast as his mind processes, it seems she is leading him to the sofa before he can really even think about it, settling with him and guiding him to lie down. His head in her lap, he curls into her, and Kara works Querl's hair free from its tie and slips her fingers through blonde strands in soothing rhythm, nails scritching softly at his scalp. Querl's smiles, looking sidelong up at her.

"I think you may be trying to put me to sleep."

"Is it working?" Kara smiles back and continues the gentle rhythm. "You need some sleep, sweetheart."

"So this is a scheme." He can't be mad. He's been awake for thirty two hours and forty seven-- forty eight minutes (oh) so she is possibly (quite possibly) correct on that count. "I didn't intend to..." Get carried away in his work? Let time slip by so quickly? Worry her? All of that.

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Divine

For Brandi and R, who listened to me figure this out in real time, gave me confidence, and were (and are) simply quite divine.

This can stand alone or serve as a follow-up to Very Slightly Charming. The main takeaway from there is Emily tries not to initiate touch because she knows Alastor is not a fan of being touched. Any physical contact starts with Alastor (and he thinks that's considerate of her; charming, even).

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Emily, it would seem, has decided that they are on friendly terms, and perhaps, Alastor muses, they are. The little seraphim still reminds him, in some ways, of Charlie; all bright and spirited. She is curious, too, about everything down here in Hell, always asking questions and so determined to understand (determined, he suspects, to make up for atrocities she did not commit). She seeks him out whenever she visits the hotel because, she says, she values his opinions. She may or may not have saved his skin from an errant beam of Angelic power, so Alastor humors her. She has proven herself to be thoughtful, gracious, sweet, even, but it isn't until one morning when he hears a familiar song flowing from the piano that has appeared in the lobby that he finds he is the one drawn to her.

From the steps, he watches as her fingers dance gracefully over the keys, her eyes full of joy as she hums along with the tune she weaves through the space. The hour is early, yet, and for the moment it is just the pair of them and the Shadow that creeps down the stairs and closer, ears pricked with interest at the sound. The melody winds down, ending softly, like the brush of her feathers when she gets particularly excited and her wings start fluttering that way they do- positively gleeful.

His Shadow slips up over the keys and onto the music stand where it smiles at the angel.

"Oh!" She sounds delighted. "Good morning!" She gives Shadow a little wave of its own, then looks over her shoulder to where he stands, leaning lightly on his staff.

"Bravo." It's genuine praise; the music was quite lovely. Emily beams and scooches over on the bench, a silent invitation. Alastor approaches and sits himself beside her, letting his own fingers pluck out a few notes on the keys. "What a surprise to rise to."

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Beginning Again

Believe is or not this started with a ridiculous, silly thing I wrote to make friends on Discord laugh. There is a version those friends jumped in on that just kept getting wilder, but I hope this one is good, too. ;) Thank you to @padawanton , for being encouraging while I sent like 75% of this fic three lines at a time to ask if it was ok. Your thoughts and encouragement mean the world to me. Thanks, also, to the Sapphire Lounge pals, who were cheering me on and making me laugh as we shared in the Lobby Chaos. I still always feel really shy every time I post something, so I'll say I really hope you like what grew from where this started.

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Vox's screen, laid as it was on the pillow with no body to tuck under the blankets, flickered between darkness, occasional snowy static, and what appeared to be a tranquil seascape with fish swimming by amongst corrals. Perhaps it was a sign of dreaming, at least that was what Alastor had long suspected (he'd never actually asked).

A brief, low tone of sound emanated from Vox's speaker-- waking-- and Alastor leaned a bit closer, his smile stretching, though he didn't bare his teeth.

"Good morning, dear." The Radio Demon let his voice slip into something soft and for all his trouble, Vox's eyes snapped open and he immediately fritzed out into a blue screen; a rainbow pattern; a face again- 

"FUCK!"

"There we are." Alastor's eyes crinkled at the corners.

"Who the fuck let you in here?" 

"Oh," Alastor chuckled, pupils ticking for a blink into radio dials. "You think I need to be let in? Delightful."

"What the fuck do you want, Alastor?" The edges of Vox's voice blunted into something impatient.

"Straight to business, aren't we?" At Vox's deepening scowl, Alastor rolled his eyes. "I've come to deliver an invitation, as a matter of fact."

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[padawanton]

Icon c🩵mmissie for @starswouldtell 🪽

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Y'all should commission @padawanton because their art just brings joy. 💙 Honesty big competition for who is more of an angel-- Emily in my new icon or @padawanton in real life. ☺️

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Love Unending

Today they released the official line of Pride merch for 2026 and this girl was inspired, so here is a little fluff for y'all. Thanks to Brandi for always being supportive while I bounce ideas around. Every time I write Abel, it is dedicated to you, friend. :)

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Emily giggled as Pentious finished chalking her wings in a rainbow of colors, fluttering them. "How do they look?"

"Quite lovely." Pentious smiled; he looked lovely too-- Emily had worked for an hour carefully painting the patterns on his hood to pink, purple, and blue. She beamed for a moment at their reflections, then gasped, shooting into the air.

"I almost forgot!" She zipped out the window, but was back in moments, holding out a pretty hair tie in matching pink, purple, blue. "When I went to the hotel and told them we were celebrating, Cherri said to give this to you! She has one to match- she said--" Emily tried her best to imitate Cherri's accent, "I know you don't have, like, hair or that-- stuff--" she amended politely. "But you could, like, wear it on your arm if you want." Her wings gave another little flutter. "Do you? Want?"

Pentious's eyes looked shiny as he took the scrunchie, looking at it like he'd never seen something quite so precious, then sliding it up his arm. "I want very much." He murmured; sighed, fingers lingering on it, a sad smile playing on his lips.

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New icon! My lovely Emily was drawn by @padawanton who is simply the best. 💙🪽 Since I've had Natasha forever and didn't want people to be confused, I figured I'd give a little heads up. Emily is also now my ao3 icon after a long time with Kara / Supergirl. 🙂

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Mine

My first try at writing Vox and Alastor's dynamic because it hath possessed me. Thanks to Brandi, PN, and R for being encouraging while I took a shot at this. I hope you enjoy it!

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"You're fucking mine." Laughter bubbles up from Vox's chest; manic, heady; reverberating off the walls of Vee Tower and making Alastor's ears flatten. He walks up, his screen inches from Alastor's nose, and cocks his head to one side, grinning like a fool. "Get comfortable, Al! Have a seat!" Two hands suddenly shove directly into Alastor's chest, pushing him back into a wheeled chair with enough force that the thing immediately tips, and Alastor's teeth gnash together as his head hits the floor. Sparks dance before his eyes and his restiched wound throbs.

Welp.

A cable snakes up his stomach languidly, before slipping around him; Alastor suppresses a full shudder, but can't entirely stop the ripple of something that passes through him. There is something almost... affectionate, in the way the cable curls around Alastor, gentle for a moment, before tightening- tightening til an involuntary sound escapes him, his teeth clenching- drawing him and the chair upright once more, only now he is very much bound to it. He can feel Vox's eyes on him.

"Still smiling." Vox approaches, gripping his chin with clawed fingers. He smirks. Alastor pushes down the urge to bite him. "Now don't look so excited." He laughs again and slaps some sort of device over Alastor's mouth-- he catches sight of it, reflected in Vox's screen-- a forced frown? To the seventh ring, this man is so damned needy.

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