Luci_with_pussi
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Lucifer is lamenting not being able to figure out Alastor's end game at the hotel and gets far too drunk one night. During his blackout, he accidentally casts a truth spell over the entire hotel.
Unfortunately, he can't remember exactly how he phrased it, so the truth spell won't be reversed until he figures it out.Radioapple slow burn with a hint of mystery.
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Alastor wanted fear. Recognition. Power. Whoever held the cards could control the game, but a slip of the hand could spell disaster. With his own soul in the hands of another, he finds himself holding the losing hand, having to save a failing hotel that he didn't care about for a man who gave him no choice.
(AU: The person who owns Alastor's soul is Lucifer.)
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Fuck this shit I am outta here by Iron_Tony604
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Helluva Boss (Web Series)
19 Jan 2025
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What happens when Lilith comes back and tells the residents of Hazbin Hotel, that Alastor held her captive for all the years she's been missing?
What happens when Lucifer and the rest of the new found Hazbin Hotel family react a little too harshly and leave Alastor hurt and defenseless somewhere in hell?
What if Vox found him?
What if Vox wants to give Alastor the ultimate humiliation by connecting Alastors mind to the TV and broadcasting his past for all of hell to see?
What will hell do when the truth comes out and things are revealed that no one thought possible?Series
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Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love by Starlit_Rainfall
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
07 Jun 2025
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This dance he had with Lucifer was a hinderance at the least, a game at most.
He never expected to be cornered by the fallen angel, especially not in such a vulnerable state. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with Lucifer’s presence while he could feel his life-force draining from him.
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Lucifer helps Alastor heal from his battle injuries, and Alastor learns something new about himself.
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“Why him?”
Lucifer closes his eyes with another sigh. He crosses his arms over his stomach, simulating the hug he so desperately needs.
There’s a lot he can say here.
Like how Alastor makes his hopeless heart flutter with the belief that maybe dreams are still possible; that Alastor makes him feel something, anything, everything all at once, and it is as heavenly as it is torturous.
But all he can manage, in a voice so small he can scarcely believe it’s his own, is, “He makes me laugh.”