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And hold tightly to the golden door, there, beyond it, is hell, longed for by CarrotSticks
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
19 Dec 2025
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When she's ordered to disappear, Alastor hadn't thought 'to heaven' was the second part of that sentence.
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Ask me for mercy so I may sting you again by CarrotSticks
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
19 Dec 2025
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Lucifer has an idea he thinks will help Alastor.
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After the almost war, Lucifer retires to her room to lick her wounds. Alastor retires to Lucifer's room, too. (No wounds are licked, sadly.)
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Alastor and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day at Vee tower by CarrotSticks
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
19 Nov 2025
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(It's not actually that bad, all things considered.)
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Another happy day in hell: the hotel is getting vandalized, Vaggie is trying to help, Alastor's just making it worse.
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Eventually, his own latent, damning curiosity begins to fester under the weight of several observations about the devil, including that he is kind and that he is clever even although he is not, in Alastor’s estimation, particularly intelligent.
That never, not even once, does Lucifer touch him.
And that is intolerable.
Or; Lucifer avoids physical contact with those around him because even the brush of his clothed skin can cause them pain. Alastor considers it a bonus feature.
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17 Dec 2025
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There were fingers buried in his ass, pre-come smeared over his navel. Alastor's mind span as he inhaled the warm scent of their combined bodies, comfortable in their shared sleep. Musty and sweet, cloying and thick in the air – it was a familiar scent, and Alastor whined as Lucifer hushed him. Pleasure sparked through his body again, tingling around his nipples, clinging to his thighs – and Alastor blinked, peering down his body with bleary, sleep-dusted eyes.
Lucifer paused. Alastor's ass throbbed around the other man's fingers, and a gold flush infused Lucifer's face. His hair was tousled, his chest was bare. No – not just his chest. Alastor flicked his gaze down, taking in the blurry form of Lucifer's naked body braced between his thighs.
A faint thread of annoyance managed to coil in his chest.
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In the dead of night, everything is permitted. And if the Devil wants to indulge himself by fucking his sleeping lover, then who among us would tell him not to?
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- Part 44 of AppleRadio ONE SHOTS
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12 Dec 2025
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Alastor shows up in Lucifer’s room rigid with pride and radio-static nerves after an encounter he won’t name. Lucifer offers patience, not pity—gentle hands, clear asks, and the kind of welcome touch that rewrites the body. Boundaries are kept, trust is earned, and by morning “untouchable” doesn’t feel quite so lonely.
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11 Dec 2025
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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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11 Dec 2025
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Ruby eyes burrow into his cheeks, suddenly heat sinks for the alcohol burning away in his veins and the latent humiliation of his rumpled shirt collar and open slacks. Alastor is hyper aware of the way his hair is sticking to his face, to the way his fur is standing on end and he does not know if its fear, or if this is what arousal is supposed to feel like- all of the little pieces of him reaching for Lucifer like starlight to a black hole.
“I want to fuck you.”
He doesn’t like the way those words taste in his mouth. They don’t belong to him, and anyways, they don’t feel big enough to contain what he means- that he wants to split Lucifer open and reach his claws inside to find the ticking mechanism of his heart.
“....What do you really want?”
TLDR; Post season 2 angst and comfort
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10 Dec 2025