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- SK8 the Infinity (Anime) (25)
- Final Fantasy XIV (22)
- Overwatch (Video Game) (8)
- Iron Man (Movies) (1)
- Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) (1)
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With a sigh Vamp Fatale ran her fingers through the length of her fiery red hair, flicking her wrist when she reached the tips to send it flaring out. Looking down her nose she watched how that simple action sent a shiver down the spine of the pet knelt at her feet. She was no stranger to personas in the ring, as much as she played up to the role of a cruel mistress, out of it she was only cruel when her pets begged for it.
And oh– he could beg so prettily for her.
Or, The Tyrant begs for Vamp Fatale's strap.
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- Part 2 of Star Performer
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“Oh! Another direct hit!– It seems even the champion is not immune to Honey B.’s charm!” Metem's spirited commentary filled the small space as the screen flashed pink, the fourth heart in the bar above his past-self's head filled thanks to a clever bit of editing meant to help the audience keep track of how much of Honey B.'s venom needed to be injected before her opponent was overwhelmed. The corner of his mouth upturned as right on cue the screen flashed purple, the crowd erupting into cheers as his own feral soul surged to life. “It seems I spoke too soon! The Tyrant has activated the full strength of his feral soul to completely shrug off Honey B.’s charm!”
Shifting Tyrant tried to ignore the erratic beating of his heart as the elevator came to a stop, kicking off the wall to stroll into the President's penthouse office without hesitation as the doors slid open–
“Back so soon?”
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- Part 1 of Star Performer
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Gritting his teeth Aymeric pressed his pen down in punctuation far harder than necessary, as though the weight of his frustration (at having to clarify not once, not twice, but three times that Ehll Tou was as valued a member for the Firmament's reconstruction as any other worker and that no, a member of the Temple Knights would not “come and do something about this”) could be fully contained in a single solitary period. With a soft, pained snap Aymeric's pen skidded across the parchment– his single period turned into a bleeding gash across the page as the fine silver of his nib tip caught the candle light before drowning in a rising sea of black.
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He had been ready for violence– claws and teeth and blood– the spike of adrenaline as he was free to use his power again without restraint or consequence, a freedom he'd been denied before he'd even set foot in hell. He had been ready to bleed and make the so called king of hell bleed– he had not been ready for– for whatever this was–
Alastor shuttered, burying his face deeper into white and gold sheets as a single clawed finger tip traced along his spine– from the base of his neck down to– with a jolt Alastor's body jerked against his will, hips lifting without his permission to follow that singular slow drag along the length of his damnable tail. Radio static briefly filled the air as a new frequency butted up against his own– broken words trying to fight through the white noise, snippets of songs he didn't recognize – he resolutely changed the channel.
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And while Estinien had seen omegas before– obviously– he struggled to remember the last time he'd spent any meaningful amount of time around one. Back in Ferndale newly presented omegas were seen as too valuable to waste on farm work. Instead quickly whisked off to live in the city proper, either as some high born's plaything or– for the more Fury fearing folks– Halonic nuns. If omegas really were so unfit for farm work then he couldn't even begin to imagine how those clucking crones at the chantry would react to the omega standing before him now. Dressed in full Temple Knight gear with a stern expression etched into his pretty face as he stood statue still behind the Commander. Stood tall in the face of sexist tradition even as their Commander seemed just as hesitant to see something so delicate sent against the hoard.
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Loosely related Tyrant ficlets
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Aymeric and Estinien have fun while wearing some fan favorite glams
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High school era AiTada Omegaverse with a side of angst
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Tadashi's secret methods for waking Ainosuke up in the morning.
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“Ah yes, you haven't had the shame of losing any of your matches until now.” The Tyrant replied, finally discarding his weapon so he could lean down. “While fighting is one way to blow off steam, some of us required another method of eliminating the adrenaline that remained afterwards. In addition, this method helped bring in a bit more money for the Arcadion in the form of after-hours “fights”. It all works off a principle that is beautifully simple.” He reached out with a clawed hand to grab their collar, easily lifting them into the air as he bellowed out his next sentence for all to hear.
“To the victor go the spoils!”
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- Part 11 of Monsterfucking Fics
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Alastor knew it was a sin. He knew it was dirty, wrong, perverse - even still, he couldn't help but fall into Father Lucifer's arms over and over.
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Lucifer lifts his head and blearily looks around the room. A part of him must still be asleep because he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a fireplace in his room. Or the skeleton of some kind of creature on the wall. And a...a tree? Several trees? Are those fireflies?
He stares at the floating little dots of light, and the misty bayou beyond them, then turns and squints at the other side of the room, where there's a wallpapered wall and dark-wood floors. He turns his head again, to the moss-laden trees, cattails, and glowing bugs, and then looks down at the red comforter he's burrowed in.
This…
This is not his blanket.
He looks up.
This is not his room.
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Lucifer wakes up in Alastor's room after a drunken one-night stand.
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Welcome To The Afterlife by Iron_Tony604 for bakunawa_moon
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
23 Nov 2025
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Michael was never supposed to look at a sinner the way angels look at stars. But the moment he saw Alastor - the Radio Demon, Lucifer’s executioner, Hell’s nightmare made beautiful - something inside him cracked open.
He convinced himself it was divine purpose.
He convinced himself Alastor was misplaced, poisoned, stolen by Lucifer.
And with holy certainty, he took him, wanted to save him. To cleanse him. To love him the way only Heaven could.
What follows is a love story seen through the eyes of a monster who thinks himself holy.
But Lucifer notices when his executioner goes missing.
And when he finds Heaven’s gates closed to him, he tears them open.
Two angels of unimaginable power clash in Eden once more - and at the center of it all, trembling, broken, still fighting to live:
Alastor.
A story of obsession, delusion, and the lengths one devil will go to save the one person that should have never needed saving in the first place.
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- Part 1 of Afterlife
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Lucifer never thought to ask before what Alastor got out of having sex with him. Probably won't regret asking, right?
Right?
(Post Season Finale)
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- Part 3 of RadioApple Standalones