SweetDragonflies
Recent bookmarks
-
Summary
Fics that take place in an AU where Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox are in a queerplatonic relationship.
Not written/posted in chronological order, but organized in chronological order here
[updates when I have time, no set schedule]
- Words:
- 1,192
- Works:
- 1
- Bookmarks:
- 226
Bookmarked by SweetDragonflies
29 Dec 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Alastor huffed, leaning forward, voice rising with that familiar theatrically sharp edge. “Do you think I am amused? That this this deliberate avoidance would go unnoticed? That your petty games, your careful withdrawal, would not rattle me, gnaw at my patience?!” He gestured wildly, as though the air itself had been complicit in Vox’s crimes. “I am not accustomed to being ignored! Not by anyone! Certainly not by you!”
A pause. Vox leaned forward, elbows resting on his desk now, fingers tapping in silent rhythm. And then words. Complete sentences. Complete thoughts.
“I’ve lost myself in you for too long,” Vox said, and Alastor’s breath caught slightly at the weight behind the voice. “I’ve missed out on so many friendships, so much love. I don’t blame you. I did it to myself, really falling for the Radio Demon’s trap. You’re an enigma. It’s not your fault. It’s your nature.”
The words landed like blunt instruments against Alastor’s carefully constructed armour. He froze, cane halfway lifted, mouth opening and closing like a puppet caught mid performance.
or the one where vox tries (and fails) to move on.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 121,492
- Chapters:
- 22/?
- Comments:
- 261
- Kudos:
- 732
- Bookmarks:
- 136
- Hits:
- 16,288
Bookmarked by SweetDragonflies
20 Dec 2025
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Notes
22 | the best static silence fic
-
Tags
Summary
Vox was mildly surprised to find that the kitchen was now full of the rich aroma of a genuine dark roux and the softer scents of what he had learned was called “the Holy Trinity”...onion, bell pepper, and celery. There was the savor of cured and spiced meat undercutting it all, but rather than angrily cooking, Alastor was just…leaning. He had both hands down on the counter and was bracing against them, shoulders pulled up and head hanging.
He looked tired.
Feeling even guiltier than before, Vox cleared his throat, "Al? Have I been controlling this wedding thing too much?”
Series
- Part 5 of Modern Marvels
-
Tags
Summary
"Radio AND video. Me and you; we could rule Hell, together, as partners"
"As partners? Are you proposing Vincent?"What if instead of laughing his ass off and rejecting Vox, Alastor made Vox propose to him? Aka Alastor having his own agenda while Vox just accepts everything having the time of his life.
-
Tags
Summary
That day, absolutely everything went wrong: Vox’s proposal for a partnership, Alastor’s wild and nearly out-of-character reaction – and everything that followed. The Radio Demon left, determined to erase this day entirely, to pretend it never existed.
And then he wakes up again in Rosie’s garden and realizes the day never ends.OR: Alastor and Vox get trapped in a time loop, forced to relive that fateful day over and over, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong about it after all.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 70,928
- Chapters:
- 6/10
- Comments:
- 271
- Kudos:
- 1,673
- Bookmarks:
- 331
- Hits:
- 24,267
Bookmarked by SweetDragonflies
19 Dec 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
6 | I knew the moment this fic started yapping about guilt I was done for