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Bonds Across Hell and Heaven: AppleRadio

Finally presenting in Tumblr, my new Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss series! Several ships and plots will be developed through it, starting with the focus on AppleRadio/RadioApple 📻🍎

For those of you interested, you can find the Index of the series under the cut, as well as the links to the fics :)

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INDEX

Recognition

The air in the room was cold, as if a gentle breeze had reached the place where they were from the bayou. Lucifer had opened his mouth at the same time to take a breath, and it was then when it hit him. Instinctively, his tongue came out to taste the air. Blood. Angelic particles. Rotten flesh.

Ah.

“Honestly, with what she said and considering how quickly you appeared after the battle, I assumed you had just ran away the moment your shield broke down. Any sinner with self-preservation skills would have, really” the devil commented, body moving forwards and legs untangling so he could rest his arms over them. “But you didn’t run away, did you? You stayed and fought back. Or at least you did, until you got fatally injured.”

The Instatement of a Truce

The king was almost fuming, pen hitting aggressively the page of the notebook, but for some reason he didn’t send the sinner away. For a moment, his eyes moved back and forwards between the paper and the messages in his phone, as if evaluating.

“Do you…” he started, grinding his teeth. “Do you know how to put up a schedule?”

Alastor cackled.

“Who do you think keeps this place organized, Your Majesty? Making schedules to ensure everything goes smoothly is part of my job.”

The Darkness Within

Lucifer was barefoot in front of a broken mirror, two cut wings lying on the ground behind his back and his arms stretched up as if ready to remove a third. The Radio Demon moved as fast as during his battle with Adam, arms grabbing around Lucifer’s and blocking his movements.

“Pray tell, Your Majesty” he said in irritation, “what the fuck are you doing?”

In times of darkness, asking for help is difficult for Lucifer. Loneliness is dreadful, but the fear of bother someone else with his problems can be too much. Sometimes, one just prefers to look for another out. To let go.

Thankfully, his existance is far too entertaining for Alastor to just allow him to disappear.

The Acknowledgement of a Feeling

The Radio Demon took one of Lucifer’s hands in his and, bending at the waist in a formal gesture, placed a kiss over it.

“It was a lovely evening, sire” he said in a low voice that lacked most of its usual static. “We shall see of repeating it soon. Thank you, and goodnight."

By the time he lifted his gaze, the king was a babbling mess, words getting caught in his throat and a golden flush covering his cheeks. What an interesting reaction!

Becoming Us

There it was; that look again. The same one that had started all this problem. Why would anybody look at the Radio Demon that way?

“I don’t want anything to change” he admitted in the absence of a better argument.

“It doesn’t have to” Lucifer declared.

And that was such a lie.

Because it already had. Their hands, joined together in the most simply form of contact without a barrier, was proof of that. And the worst part of it, perhaps, was that Alastor didn’t really mind.

Defining This

Slowly, Alastor reached down to brush his own fingers in between the other’s. The reaction was instantaneous, the king jumping in place, eyes wide as he turned to him. The Radio Demon retired his hand back in a flash, looking away.

“Fuck, Alastor, I’m sorry” the other man said, his expression still slightly confused. “I was hyper-focused and I didn’t expect you to…”

Rolling his eyes, the sinner just shrugged, moving to settle his book on the coffee table, still not looking at the other man.

“It’s quite alright, sire.”

Stepping Out

“Are you sure?”

Look, it was not that Lucifer had doubts. He was, like, 1000% in. Ready to go out and present Alastor to all the Sins and demon royalty and all the souls in Hell and Heaven. He just also happened to want to give his guy the option to backout if he so much as had one doubt about this. If he had promised himself something when facing the chance of a relationship with the demon, was that he would be a good partner this time. Not clingy. Not over-enthusiastic. Not a burden. Not too-much.

“My dear, take my hand or instead of interlacing our fingers, I’ll use mine to strangulate you."

The Devil Doesn't Bargain

“You don’t know him as I do” he refuted.

“Oh, Luci, stop trying to convince yourself” she continued. “He is a ruthless sinner, not a Prince Charming. The Radio Demon is not the kind of man that settles, he’ll break your heart and eat it afterwards. He is more the Devil than you are, and he doesn’t bargain. You will never change him.”

Her voice was soft, accompanied by magic, and the moment he noticed her spell a spark of anger lit up a wildfire in him.

“I don’t want to!” Lucifer exclaimed, breaking her magic and stepping out of the circle she had been pacing around. “This may be news for you, Lils, but you can be in a relationship and not want to shape the other person in whatever you prefer. In fact, that’s what it is about! Accepting the other person for who they are!”

Of Archangels and Second Chances

“Alastor, pleasure to make your acquaintance!” he introduced himself, his smile tightening. “Overlord and hotelier of the Hazbin Hotel, therefore my presence in this meeting. The letter reaching dear Charlotte here didn’t stipulate any rule regarding who could or couldn’t come, did it?”

“That’s because we didn’t think any sinner would be stupid enough to set a foot in the embassy” Michael cruelly huffed. “Tell me, how much is your skin burning at the moment?”

Charming, really. Alastor wanted to smack him in the face, and that was a sentiment only Vox managed to get out of him from time to time.

The Weird Concept of Time

“Oh, I didn’t peg our king as someone that cared for anniversaries, but it seems as I was wrong!”

At that, Alastor bent his head curiously to one side.

“Anniversary?”

“Of course, my dear! You said it yourself, didn’t you? If he’s giving you these presents every few weeks, they are surely meant as anniversary gifts!”

Cautiously, the Radio Demon went over his mental calendar, checking the times at which Lucifer had appeared with one of his offerings. Always the same day, every month, as far as he could tell. Which, if he remembered corrected, was the same day that they had become… them.

“Ah” was all the eloquence that left his mouth.

Or

How was the Radio Demon supposed to know that a being older than time cared for anniversaries? Surely now he had to do something about it!

A Night to Remember

Dancing with Alastor was easy, fun to do in all the variations they had tried so far. This time was no different, of course. They almost flew over the dance floor, feet moving with confidence as they turned and risked difficult steps at the rhythm of the music. Slowly, the devil noticed how the other couples abandoned the floor, in a signal of respect or disagreement to the scene they had initiated, he didn’t know. Nor did he care.

The murmurs persisted, though, making him frown. Didn’t they hold any respect for their monarch anymore?

“We can stop, Lucifer” the voice of Alastor said, no glimpse of his real feelings about the suggestion in it.

“I am not ashamed of us, Al” he reminded the sinner, his hands squeezing softly as he smiled at him. “They may speak as much as I let them, but it won’t change a thing. All of them? They are just jealous of what we found in each other, something so heavenly and out of the ordinary here in Hell. So, let them. You’re my sanctuary, Al, that’s all that matters to me.”

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It's time for a Royal Gala! Lots of new characters, fun interactions, some death threats, Blitz being Blitz... Endless entertainment, no doubt!

The Ugly Duckling

Looking down, the devil found himself holding an incredible thin book —almost a magazine, really—, with a baby swan drawn in the cover, looking lost in the green background. On top of it, in silver calligraphy, the title read: Den grimme ælling, written by H. C. Andersen.

“Did you… Did you seriously get me a children’s book, Al?”

Sure, it was about a duck —or that was what it looked like—, but… Really?

“I did” the other man confessed, finally looking at him with an expression that lacked the expected mockery. “It is a fairy tale from the nineteenth century, one that I think you’ll find… Illuminating. If you haven’t forgotten your Danish, that is.”

Or

Alastor did some study and decided to give Lucifer a very special book. The devil chooses to bite and read it, not expecting at all to be broken into pieces by the fairy tale. Fortunately, a certain Radio Demon is more than ready to remind him he is not alone.

Moving In

“Wait, hold on, you want to get rid of my bed? Why?!”

“That thing can barely be considered a bed, darling.”

“You have slept on it several times! It is a bed!” the king complained. “And a damn adorable one, for that matter!”

“It is also a disgrace for interior design. I refuse to make a permanent residence in a place with such a… thing in it.”

“Fine” the other man groaned. “Can I also veto things? Or it’s just a ‘you’ privilege?”

Or

Perhaps it is time for Alastor and Lucifer to move in to the same room, don't you think?

Breaking Point

“Shut up, Radio Demon.”

“And why should I? In fact, why don’t we bring dear Charlotte in, hm? I’m sure she will rejoice upon seeing this side of her father! It’s not like you can disappoint her more, right?”

Alastor was being cruel now, he knew it, but the words kept leaving his lips without a second thought, looking to cut, to hurt. And, in exchange, he received the same treatment.

“And how disappointed would your mother be if she saw you now?”

Or

They argue about politics, things escalate and I'm very sorry if some of you cry(?)

A Pond of Your Own

Holding the bag of green peas, Lucifer’s brain tried to process all the information while his fingers separated the small veggies. So, there was a new pocket dimension in their office. One that Alastor and Charlie had collaborated to create. As a Sinsmas present. And it looked just as the pond he had created in Eden. On top of that, twelve ducks inhabited it now. Real ducks. No demonic. Just… normal. His first creation.

The bag of peas made a ‘thud’ noise as it dropped to the floor. He turned to face Alastor, arms reaching up to grab the sides of his shirt.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

Just as the warn left his lips, he pulled the sinner down and stretched up to reach his mouth, meeting him half way.

Or

It's Sinsmas time, Lucifer is close to a depressive episode and Alastor considers putting a little bit on effort in his present. After all, it's not like creating a new pocket dimension and gather some earthly ducks is so difficult...

Evening the Odds

“Let’s even the odds, hm?” he clacked, smiling at his shadow.

The creature stood tall behind him, urging him to walk to the mirror as the green sutures covering his mouth materialized for him to see. The tip of the knife caught behind the first string, tensing it as Alastor stretched it outwards. Parallel to his other attempts, the stitch tensed and pulled back, trying to keep his mouth shut. That was alright; pain was not new to him. He ignored the blood pouring from his lips, smile becoming wider as he saw the knife finally cutting through that first suture.

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Alastor is reminded of the deal for his soul and decides to get creative while testing its limits. Blood and pain ensue but, isn't that just part of the fun?

Dealing with the Consequences

“Remember, only an hour” Lilith declared, only then considering Alastor. “You will do as he says unless it enters in conflict with our deal. Aggression towards him is forbidden.”

Alastor’s expression broke, and he was so glad Vox was still behind him and could not see it. He opened his mouth to protest, but Lilith disappeared before he could. At his sides, hands became fists and he forced himself to take a deep breath before turning around to face his old friend.

“So!” he beamed, smile intact. “Will you be so kind to tell me what my dear patron wanted from you?”

“HA! I think you don’t understand the situation here, Al” the other Overlord laughed. “I own you for the next hour, which means that I will be the one making the questions. Among other things, of course.”

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In order to get what she wants, Lilith lends Alastor's soul for an hour to Vox. The consequences of that are great, and Al is having trouble keeping the last bit of his sanity intact. Lucky for him, he is not alone.

Uncomfortable Conversations

“It’s just, I thought it was real? Or, well, I wanted to believe it, anyways, because you—you are amazing, and all that.”

“Luci—”

“Fuck, I’m being an asshole, aren’t I? You just explained how Lilith forced you into a deal and doing all these things and here I am just—”

“Lucifer!” Alastor finally snapped, bending forwards and grabbing the angel’s face. “It was real. It still is, if you agree to it. Lilith never had anything to do with my decisions regarding you.”

“Oh” was everything the king could say with his cheeks being pressed between the sinner’s palms. “Good.”

Or

Alastor and Lucifer finally talk about the deal with Lilith, the king pays the former queen a visit, and Angel Dust is a good friend :)

To Choose Oneself

“BECAUSE THIS IS MY DOING!” Lucifer exclaimed, hands coming up to pull at his hair. “I was the one asking for more responsibilities, wanting to go back to all my duties and then some. I already said I would do it all, I can’t just…”

His voice broke as more tears fell down his cheeks, making him wonder if his immortality made him also have an endless tear deposit. It surely had felt like that for the last week.

In front of him, Lucifer saw the Radio Demon giving a step forwards, neck bent to one side in question.

“Oh, but you can, my dear” he declared, as if it was something evident. “Nobody is going to force you to keep up with all your duties, less even when it is clear they are too many to be deal with by one person alone. Angel or not, everyone has a limit, Lucifer.”

Or

After months of dealing with too many responsabilities, Lucifer finally snaps, and Alastor is there to remind him he doesn't need to be perfect, or do everything alone.

Starting Over (but not at the beginning)

“I-I wanted to know if you could come with me to Sloth, but I saw you have a busy day, ha-ha!” he continued with a strained chuckle, being quickly to add: “Not that it’s a problem! I know how important all those things are, so, yeah, I’ll… I’ll just go by myself, yeah.”

“Mm… Let’s see!” Alastor suddenly said, making him look up. With a snap of his fingers, the thick notebook calendar he used for organization appeared in his hands, and he opened it at the next day. “Well, I don’t see the problem, darling! As it seems my whole day is free tomorrow!”

And just like that, the sinner teared the page from the notebook and made it burn in green flames. Another snap, and the whole thing was completely gone as Lucifer tried to recover proper function of his face.

“A-Alastor!”

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It's time for Lucifer to attend his appointment with Belphegor, and Alastor is there to give him the support he needs. Of course, while the king is at it, he needs to busy himself somehow... Fortunately, he hasn't had the opportunity to see a lot from Sloth before!

The Challenge of Communication

“I… awoke your sexual curiosity?!”

Alastor rolled his eyes. Of course that the embodiment of Pride would focus on that statement instead of on the rest of his carefully explained discourse.

“Shit, sorry! Not the important part, yes, I know!” Lucifer exclaimed a moment after, face blushing. “Sorry” he added one more time. “Okay, uh… Okay. So, um, I have said this before, when we kind of tip-toed about the ‘sex thing’ before, but I will not do anything that you don’t want. Not only in bed! Just… in general. And I will not take anything for granted, Al.”

“Duly noted and appreciated, darling.”

Or

Asmodeus offers some advice, Lucifer and Alastor finally have a highly needed conversation about sex, and Charlie steps up to help in his father's mental health.

Recovery Is Not a Straight Line

“Wait, Al, you’re still entangled” Lucifer warned, approaching slower now, hands up. “Let me—”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

He stopped dead as Alastor crawled backwards until he met the trunk of the tree behind him, eyes fixed on the ground. His legs came up to hide his face, buried between pointy knees, and hands embedded in red hair, pulling strands from it.

“Al, please” he begged. “Please don’t hurt yourself. I just want to—”

The static raised enough to drown his own voice, and Lucifer was unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to betray Alastor’s trust by touching him while he was in such a state, and his words seemed to be making everything worse. The sinner was flinching whenever his voice came out and…

And…

Lucifer couldn’t do this.

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There are bad days and good days. Today is one of the bad ones, and that's alright. Trauma is not made to be dealt alone, and both Lucifer and Alastor have more than just themselves to help along the way.

First Times

Through their relationship, Alastor and Lucifer have experience several 'first times' together. Ever wondered how they were? Well, now you can read about them!

1. Names 2. Kiss 3. Ears, tail, wings 4. Shared bed 5. Naked contact 6. Sex I 7. Sex II 8. Three words

Unstoppable Mind

Having a brain like Lucifer's was great. Endless imagination. Hyperfocus. Lots of energy. Perfect for a being that loved creation!

And that sometimes made it easy to forget about the bad parts. A mind that never stops thinking. Creeping anxiety needing to find something to worry about. Not a minute of silence or calm.

Yes, Lucifer loved his brain just as much as he hated it. And sometimes, it made his life crumble with just one simple act.

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FANART

I have created a couple of fanarts for some of the fics, hope you like them :)

Scene of The Acknowledgement of a Feeling

Scene from Becoming Us

Thanks for reading! ❤️

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No one wants you. You deserve nothing. That's what a winter lamb hears over and over until one day he starts to believe it's true.

The Sheep Detectives (2026) dir. Kyle Balda

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Trying to update A Very Good Day, Indeed, but ao3 keeps going like shit so I may give up until tomorrow 🙃🙃🙃

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I'm not dead!

Hello~

I know some of you may be waiting for an update since I didn't post anything from Bonds Across Hell and Heaven last week or this one, but I promise I'm working on it.

I had an intervention in April and everything seemed to be going fine, but two weeks after things went to shit and I was bed-ridden and without energy to do nothing :'D

I hope I can finish editing the second chapter of A Very Good Day, Indeed today, and maybe post it tonight or tomorrow, depends on how it goes. I also have to find and attach several images to this chapter, so it may take a bit...

Anyways, I hope you're looking forwards to it!

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HAPPY 27TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

I'm very happy to be adding these two to my collection after months of waiting!!

(Very glad for my sister ❤️)

And since I decided to avoid any study/work today, you can keep your eyes open for a new update in Bonds Across Hell and Heaven!!

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Second version of my last post 😭💦

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Recovery Is Not a Straight Line: Waking up in a Nightmare

“Wait, Al, you’re still entangled” Lucifer warned, approaching slower now, hands up. “Let me—” “DON’T TOUCH ME!” He stopped dead as Alastor crawled backwards until he met the trunk of the tree behind him, eyes fixed on the ground. His legs came up to hide his face, buried between pointy knees, and hands embedded in red hair, pulling strands from it. “Al, please” he begged. “Please don’t hurt yourself. I just want to—” The static raised enough to drown his own voice, and Lucifer was unsure of what to do. He didn’t want to betray Alastor’s trust by touching him while he was in such a state, and his words seemed to be making everything worse. The sinner was flinching whenever his voice came out and… And… Lucifer couldn’t do this. Or There are bad days and good days. Today is one of the bad ones, and that's alright. Trauma is not made to be dealt alone, and both Lucifer and Alastor have more than just themselves to help along the way.

NEW FIC ALERT!

I know I did not posted here the last two updates from the previous fic, but they are also up ^^

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TW: dysphoria, period

Hey, someone here that has dysphoria due to their uterus/period to talk about it?

I'm a transman (26), but talking with anyone would be nice. I have amazing people around, but they don't share the dysphoria and talking with them sometimes is like hitting a wall.

I was supposed to have surgery today but it got cancelled and I'm back to the waiting and being paranoid bc my period came back after 5 years in T, now 3 months in a row.

Thanks ❤️

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Bonds Across Hell and Heaven: The Challenge of Communication

“I… awoke your sexual curiosity?!” Alastor rolled his eyes. Of course that the embodiment of Pride would focus on that statement instead of on the rest of his carefully explained discourse. “Shit, sorry! Not the important part, yes, I know!” Lucifer exclaimed a moment after, face blushing. “Sorry” he added one more time. “Okay, uh… Okay. So, um, I have said this before, when we kind of tip-toed about the ‘sex thing’ before, but I will not do anything that you don’t want. Not only in bed! Just… in general. And I will not take anything for granted, Al.” “Duly noted and appreciated, darling.”

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Asmodeus offers some advice, Lucifer and Alastor finally have a highly needed conversation about sex, and Charlie steps up to help in his father's mental health.

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I'm back with a new fic of the series! Also, friendly heads-up that most likely I'll not be able to update next week!

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Starting Over (but not at the beginning): A new beginning

“There is no ‘fixing’ you, Lucifer, we have been over this several times” Belphegor reminded him. “You’re not broken.” “Some days it feels like I am” he muttered. “And after what happened to him I don’t want to—” The devil cut himself, unsure of how fair it would be to discuss that without Alastor’s permission. It surely felt like betraying his trust, but… His friend waited for him to continue, finger intertwined over her notebook. “Lilith forced him into… something, while she had his soul” he opted to say. “It was bad, and even if he insists that he can still help me, sometimes it feels like I’m being unfair to him by demanding his help.” Belphegor contemplated him for a few seconds, humming. “You must understand, Lucifer, that everybody has experiences they may prefer to forget, but that doesn’t pin them as a perpetual ‘victim’, yes?” she said. “In this context, it means that while Alastor may be dealing with his own problems, that doesn’t mean he cannot be there to help you, just as I assume you want to be there for him when he needs it.”

Second part of the fic is up! And in the end notes you have a small sneak-peak of the next fic~

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Bonds Across Hell and Heaven: Starting Over (but not at the beginning)

“I-I wanted to know if you could come with me to Sloth, but I saw you have a busy day, ha-ha!” he continued with a strained chuckle, being quickly to add: “Not that it’s a problem! I know how important all those things are, so, yeah, I’ll… I’ll just go by myself, yeah.” “Mm… Let’s see!” Alastor suddenly said, making him look up. With a snap of his fingers, the thick notebook calendar he used for organization appeared in his hands, and he opened it at the next day. “Well, I don’t see the problem, darling! As it seems my whole day is free tomorrow!” And just like that, the sinner teared the page from the notebook and made it burn in green flames. Another snap, and the whole thing was completely gone as Lucifer tried to recover proper function of his face. “A-Alastor!”

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It's time for Lucifer to attend his appointment with Belphegor, and Alastor is there to give him the support he needs. Of course, while the king is at it, he needs to busy himself somehow... Fortunately, he hasn't had the opportunity to see a lot from Sloth before!

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To Choose Oneself

“BECAUSE THIS IS MY DOING!” Lucifer exclaimed, hands coming up to pull at his hair. “I was the one asking for more responsibilities, wanting to go back to all my duties and then some. I already said I would do it all, I can’t just…” His voice broke as more tears fell down his cheeks, making him wonder if his immortality made him also have an endless tear deposit. It surely had felt like that for the last week. In front of him, Lucifer saw the Radio Demon giving a step forwards, neck bent to one side in question. “Oh, but you can, my dear” he declared, as if it was something evident. “Nobody is going to force you to keep up with all your duties, less even when it is clear they are too many to be deal with by one person alone. Angel or not, everyone has a limit, Lucifer.”

Or

After months of dealing with too many responsabilities, Lucifer finally snaps, and Alastor is there to remind him he doesn't need to be perfect, or do everything alone.

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First Times: Sex I.

Up until then, Lucifer and him had never indulged in any intimacy further than showering together or sharing some soft touches, never on areas that could lead to misinterpretation. The contact in itself was rather enjoyable, not becoming ‘too much’ as he had once feared, especially after… After. Overall, the conclusion one could draw from it was that exploring further possibilities would lead to equal satisfaction. Of course, they could also find themselves on the limit of Alastor’s comfort and realize no new intimacy would be possible, as he had assumed would happen from the beginning. Still, he found himself strangely intrigued for the first time in… Well, ever. “Al? I… I’m sorry, I won’t ask again.”

Finally time to update this fic!

So, yeah, the enter the world of sex (but it's me, so you can expect talking about it and lots of fluff as well :)))

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Uncomfortable Conversations: Someone to rely on

“Look, Al, I’m not gonna lie and say I’m good at talking about this shit because— well, because I’m not” he declared with a deep sigh. “It’s fucked up, and it will not go away. Hell, my nightmares got worse after I learnt about Val’s death!” Which probably implied Alastor’s were not going to stop just because Vox was now suffering eternal punishment in Purgatory. Lovely.

“But it can get better, ‘kay? And I promise that’s not just some made up shit from therapy” the spider chuckled with a hint of sadness. “It’s just… a process. Like, not only talking about it, you know? But having people around that understand it, and are patient and all that shit. I know it sounds like coddling, but it’s not just that.” “A true relief to hear, since most definitely that’s not what I am in need of.” He was not about to sit down in a ‘support circle’, hold hands and talk about his feelings regarding… that. A second death was preferred.

Second (and last) chapter of the fic is up! And it comes with a lot of Alastor/Angel friendship + some cute RadioApple at the end! :)

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Bonds Across Hell and Heaven: Uncomfortable Conversations

“It’s just, I thought it was real? Or, well, I wanted to believe it, anyways, because you—you are amazing, and all that.

“Luci—” “Fuck, I’m being an asshole, aren’t I? You just explained how Lilith forced you into a deal and doing all these things and here I am just—” “Lucifer!” Alastor finally snapped, bending forwards and grabbing the angel’s face. “It was real. It still is, if you agree to it. Lilith never had anything to do with my decisions regarding you.” “Oh” was everything the king could say with his cheeks being pressed between the sinner’s palms. “Good.”

I hope you are prepare to deal with some emotions! As the title says, there are going to be several heavy conversations in this fic, and not only between Alastor and Lucifer! ;)

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Dealing with the Consequences: Retribution

“I…” he started, taking a deep breath before settling his eyes on the king. “I intend to tell you everything about my deal with Lilith. I will.” Lucifer opened his eyes, not expecting that. “Al, you don’t have to—” “I will” the sinner repeated, a hint of irritation in his voice. “I’ll not let her be the thing that pushes us apart, as much as she wants it. I just… I have to take care of… of him first.” “I understand” Lucifer nodded, closing his eyes for a second. “And I will not stop you but, if it’s alright with you, I would like to observe.” At that, Alastor seemed surprised, as if he hadn’t believed him the first time he asked to be there.

Aaaaaand, last chapter of this fic finally available, just in time for you to read before we lose ao3 for 15 (fucking t.t) hours tomorrow :))

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I promise that angst is not my favorite topic. It is not! But sometimes I have these ideas and... Well... This happens(?)

But I always write a happy ending! ... Just, kind of destroy everyone's heart in the process(?)