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RadioAppleWeek2025 06: Reunited Court of Hell AU

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RadioAppleWeek2025 05: Dressed to Impress

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RadioAppleWeek2025 04: Public Scandal from Public Displays of Affection

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RadioAppleWeek2025 03: Secret Relationship

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RadioAppleWeek2025 02: Play Fighting

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RadioAppleWeek2025 01: Flying High

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Adam leaned down and kissed him, hard. Alastor froze. No. This wasn’t happening. The angel dug his fingers into the wound on his chest, making Alastor gasp and open his mouth under his. Adam forced his tongue into Alastor’s mouth; it was too big, he couldn’t breathe, he felt sick – he snapped his teeth shut on the disgusting worm of a tongue. Adam yanked his head back, blood spilling down his face.

“Oh, you damned little-”

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When Adam gains the upper hand at the battle of the Hotel and defeats the Radio Demon, he uses the opportunity to get even for old grudges, and takes his anger out on Alastor.

Lucifer has to pick up the pieces.

A shorter, simpler version of Cracks in the Facade; what might have happened if Alastor didn't disappear in chapter 1. Complete, and can be read as stand alone. 

While writing the series, I had hurt/comfort-scenes I ended up not using in the main series, because it did not work with the story. But I really liked the scene, so I wrote a smaller fic where it would fit.

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Fanart for my fic? I can't believe this, I've been staring at this picture for the last five minutes. Thank you so much!

@flaggermousseart has this series “Intimacy is Uncharted Territory” and this line gets me every time and I wanted to draw it ❤️

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This fic, and the series as a whole, is finally finished!

Alastor did not look good. His hair was plastered to his face, wet with sweat, and from what little was visible under the loose collar of his nightshirt, his skin seemed to cling to bones rather than flesh. One night of relatively good sleep had not done much to the dark circles around his eyes, and there were still traces of tears clinging to his hollow cheeks.

Lucifer gently put a hand on Alastor’s brow, trying to feel how bad the fever was-

A clawed hand shot out and locked around his wrist, squeezing it with the intention to break bones, but none of the strength to carry out the threat. Alastor stared up at him, eyes wide with fear … and then he recognized him, and slumped back onto the pillows.

“… so̴͐rr̴͊y.”

“It’s fine,” Lucifer replied. “You didn’t hurt me.”

Alastor didn’t look relieved about that. “… ć̷̽a̵͌̎n’t e̴̽ven br̴eak bo̴nes anymore,” he mumbled. “Pathetic.”

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The wound is closed, and the bleeding has stopped, but that was just one step forward. Healing takes time.

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The People’s Revolution of the Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May

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There, still wearing his hugely oversized coat but now with the addition of a helmet much too large for him, was Nobby Nobbs. “How did you get there, Nobby?” “My mum says I’m insidious,” said Nobby, grinning. A concertina sleeve rose to the vicinity of Nobby’s head, and Vimes realized that somewhere in there was a salute. “She’s right,” said Vimes. “So, where—” “’M an acting constable now, Sarge,” said Nobby. “Mr. Colon said so. Gave me a spare helmet. ’M carvin’ meself a badge out of, of—what’s that, like, waxy, kind of like candles but you can’t eat it?” “Soap, Nobby. Remember the word.”

Night Watch - Terry Pratchett

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