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“Clancy, are you alright?” Torch asked, panic simmering in his tone. “Did you cut yourself?”
Clancy quickly shook his head before realizing that Torch couldn’t see him from behind. He mentally facepalmed, too caught up in his panic.
“No, I— don’t worry, I didn’t cut myself,” he sputtered, trying to keep his cool but failing to do so.
“Jeez, man. Be careful, I don’t want you hurting yourself,” Torch sighed, relaxing again as he realized Clancy was alright. “Those scissors are pretty sharp.”
Now it was Clancy’s turn to sigh. He placed the scissors on the stool, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket as he realized he couldn’t really focus on doing his job properly. Torch was too beautiful. And he was too distracted.
Or; Clancy tries to cut the Torchbearer’s hair. (It goes horribly wrong in the right ways)
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“Uh, now you can see why we don’t… talk about Al’s personal life, Dad…” Charlie observed her dad curiously as he dusted himself off and picked up his cane.
Lucifer adjusted his hat before sighing, “Does he always appear out of nowhere when we shit talk about him or what?”
Charlie giggled a bit at the comment that her dad made. “I don’t know… it’s a coincidence, I guess? Because he does seem to appear suddenly whenever we mention about him.”
“Well, fuck…” He cursed under his breath. Lucifer couldn’t believe he got frightened by the mere presence of a sinner; but he should’ve known better then.
Lesson learned: Never shit talk about the radio demon when he’s not around.
He kept that as a mental note to himself.
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Lucifer is the first to notice the budding relationship between Alastor and Vox.
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When Vox finally manages to capture the Radio Demon, he expects drama, threats, and maybe a monologue about “the good old days.”
What he doesn’t expect is for Alastor to be running a fever high enough to fry circuitry.
Too stubborn to admit he’s sick and too proud to accept help, Alastor becomes Vox’s unexpected responsibility, snark, brattiness, coughing fits and all.
Vox wanted victory. Instead, he gets a miserable, feverish rival wrapped in a blanket and refusing to take his medicine.
This is not how the broadcast was supposed to go...or captured Alastor gets sick, Vox tries to help but Alastor is still a brat
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12 Dec 2025
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“...What?” He breathes, his voice a completely different tone than before. It’s low and breathy, like a worried whisper. “Henry. This—I—”
“Shh,” Henry responds. “This is what you wanted, right?”
William’s eyes grow wider still. “I—I don’t—you—I—”
“I mean, it's hard to take it any other way, considering you like to picture me naked, draped over the couch.”
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Henry Emily finds a journal belonging to his usually flamboyant, articulate, and witty roommate. What he finds within it shocks him, but doesn’t disappoint him.
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12 Dec 2025
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After a record-breaking year and a blindsiding trade, MLB pitcher and 2024 Cy Young winner Tyler Joseph is going into the 2025 season alone. Josh is two thousand miles away wearing different colors, catching for a different team, and Tyler is supposed to pretend like it doesn’t matter. He’s got a rotation to lead and 162 games to survive, even if the most important person in his life isn’t there.
Now Josh is gone, the season is starting, and the distance between them just gets wider and wider. All while navigating a sport that demands silence from players like them.
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- Part 3 of hit-and-run from the third base line
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12 Dec 2025
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But This Ludicrous Thing Is What Everyone Is Searching For by SpiralsInTime
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
10 Dec 2025
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Vox watched with bated breath as Alastor skillfully twirled the knife between fine fingers, and oh how badly he wanted those hands on him – those hands in him. He would do anything for it. His eyes grew wide as Alastor leaned forward directly in his face, the blood moon eyes staring into his soul. Then, as if making a show of it, the radio demon ran his pointed tongue along the flat of the blade, slowly licking up the black blood. It stained his tongue dark and Vox wanted so desperately to taste it on his own. To feel the heat of the muscle inside his mouth.
When Alastor smiled, his teeth were slicked black. He looked dangerous. He looked like a predator playing with its prey. He looked beautiful.
"You taste disgusting," he purred, voice like molasses. His finger ran along the cut on his chest. Vox's skin felt like shark flesh, sharp to the touch like teeth when caressed at the wrong angle. Alastor found it fascinating.
"Then don't fucking taste me!" Vox sputtered out, feeling an unwarranted level of embarrassment. He shouldn't feel insecure for how he tasted but Alastor always did manage to wring out every possible insecurity he could have.
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Alastor has his fun with Vox his way.
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11 Dec 2025
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“It’s a little tighter than I remember,” he murmurs, tentatively lowering his limbs towards the cushion of his abdomen. He heaves a stammered exhalation, a sigh, as his fingers prod at the affronting textile residing. “Is this what you wanted, Josh?”
The bodysuit clings to his frame with endurance—like ivy to stone—its umbral silk embracing the subtle incurvature of his waist. Settled to his shape, and adhered to the understated pudge of his tummy in a way that Josh simply cannot help but behold, before forearms gingerly shift to shield its magnificence from view.
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tyler, once again, wears the bodysuit and tights, as per josh's request.
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10 Dec 2025