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When a tipsy and overwhelmed Alastra lets her guard down at the hotel bar, Lucifer finds the Radio Demoness is even more intoxicating without her walls. Old enemies collide with a new, searing tension, leading to a kiss both vow was a mistake. But the King of Hell has never been good at denying himself a temptation, and Alastra has never encountered a power she didn't want to claim for herself. The game is on, and the stakes are nothing less than dominion over each other's souls.
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"Stop," he breathed, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes squeezed shut. He was trembling. He, the Devil, was actually trembling. "Just... stop talking. For five seconds. Please."
He could feel her smile against his skin. "Make me."
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23 Feb 2026
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"Just one hint," Malevola pleaded. Prism leaned against her chair, eyeing Robert expectantly.
Robert stared at them briefly, deliberating over his response. He settled on honesty. They wouldn't believe him, and they wouldn't be able to link it to his identity as Mecha Man anyway.
"Sure. I can't die."
Prism sighed in frustration. "Oh come on! Don't be like that."
_______________________________________Robert Robertson III was eight when he realized he had a super power. It was also the first time he died.
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One of the main characters - the only surviving witness to a murder - has just woken from a coma. Not only is she entirely cognizant, but the first thing that the subtitles say she asks for is a lawyer.
“What are you fucking giggling about?”
The other person that’s been paying attention is Flambae. He’s right next to Robert on the couch, his arm slung over the top behind his head. One foot is propped up on the other knee, also pointing towards Robert, which has him caged in the corner by the arm rest. It’s probably some fucked-up power move. Robert has been ignoring it just to spite him.
“It’s just not how comas work,” Robert shrugs.
“Right, and you know because you’re a fucking doctor,” Flambae quips back.
“I know because I was in one, asshole.”
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During a quiet night in, Robert realizes that his coma and injuries aren't common knowledge among Z-Team.
Most of them take the information in stride with jokes aplenty.
Flambae does not.
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When Alastor arrived in hell, he was sure that nothing could surprise him.
It's amazing that finding a baby in a basket outside his house would prove him wrong.
(Snow White + Tangled AU...or something like that)
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Kris was done. They weren't going to tolerate the interdimensional invader in their ribcage any longer. And if they had to open a fountain to get rid of it, they were going to.
Or at least, they were. Until that invader offered something new: the chance to remember between resets. To make their own decisions with nothing more than some minor advice and a helping hand if requested. Naturally, Kris was interested. And that's why they woke up on Thursday morning, remembering two days that technically hadn't happened yet.
Messing with the code can be delicate work. Do the wrong thing at the wrong time, and the bridge might just break. Or change fundamentally.
It's a good thing nothing like that could happen, right?
...Right?
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- Part 3 of The Outsider