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One would think Alastor was shockingly fond of the holidays, unless they noticed the lines of strain around his eyes, and someone did, someone who was growing to know him very well, indeed.
The very best tales are spun in the wee hours with a bottle of something to warm you, and Alastor has a story for Lucifer tonight. If he can stand to listen.
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15 Dec 2025
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Alastor thought of Vincent as many things: inferior, impulsive, pathetic. "Attractive" was not a word he would have used. If anything, he kept him at arm’s length, fully aware of Vincent’s feelings and unwilling to indulge them.
During one kill, that opinion faltered. Something in Vincent’s focus, his precision, made him momentarily compelling in a way Alastor found deeply inconvenient. Rather than examine the feeling, Alastor does what he always did when Vincent unsettled him: torment him.
Unfortunately, Vincent seemed to enjoy every second.
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15 Dec 2025
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"Vox loved telling him about his favorite movies and, on occasion, subjecting him to them as if he were initiating Alastor into some sacred rite. He especially doted on his Marilyn Monroe—could go positively breathless talking about her. And that evening, Alastor had been just drunk enough to indulge him, wearing the faintest smirk as if he were doing the poor boy a tremendous favor."
or: Vox and Alastor bond over classic films in ways neither of them strictly planned.
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24 Nov 2025
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"Who the hell are you?" Jon could feel his hands shaking.
The man laughed, taking a step forward and raising a hand to point at him.
"I'm you, from the future!" he said, then swayed, eyes going unfocused, and collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
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Post-season-four Jon and Martin time travel back to the season one Archives. -
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“I was…I was going to tell you, when I came back from Sannikov.” Michael breathes it out like cigarette smoke, where it curls around them in the rain. He looks down at their joined hands, his own freckled knuckles and Gerry’s flaking black nail-polish. “I had this whole corny letter and everything, wrote it down on the plane so I could practice.”
“What did it say?” It feels equal parts tender and devastating, watching Michael’s downturned eyes - the fan of his pale lashes against his cheek.
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Michael and Gerry, after things have gone twisty and back again.
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01 Aug 2025