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and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars by Gotllphi
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
25 Jun 2025
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Series title from "Saying Your Names" by Richard Siken
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Lovers in the moonlight.
Under the shimmering stars.
Cries of terror.
In the light of the fireflies.
Fever dreams in the dark.
Eternal shadows.
Radiant light.
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Alarms bleared in Heaven.
Lights flashing red.
Angels panicking.
Sinners rejoice.
Trouble in the sky.
Over the pentagram.
Radiant light.
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28 Dec 2025
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After getting tired of her dad and Alastor arguing, Charlie asks for them to at least try and be civil. “The Thursday Truce Compact” is born... and it changes everything.
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27 Dec 2025
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Weak after Charlie’s birth, Lucifer has no choice but to flee Hell when Adam brings an army of Exterminators and Heavenly Princes to Hell’s doorstep. With Lilith dead, Hell in shambles, and Lucifer in no position to right it, he flees to the only place he can think of: Earth.
The human world is much different than he remembers, however, and his plan to simply keep himself and Charlie secluded in the first human city he lands in hits a snag when the woman from next door takes an interest in them and the strange radio show that, for months, has been Lucifer’s only mode of lulling his daughter to sleep, bringing her mysterious son into Lucifer's false life and threatening to bring the whole facade crashing down.
AKA the AU where Lucifer, pretending to be human, tries to raise Charlie alone in 1920s New Orleans, and Alastor, also pretending to be something he's not, falls into their orbit.
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26 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