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[A: omgggg can you help me decide which i should buy 😣]
Alastor sat down on the chair, crossing one leg over the other, his finger rhythmically tapping on the armrest. A few seconds later, the phone vibrated. He grinned, show time.
[L: don’t spam my inbox.]
Spam? Alastor mused. What an odd response. The king must have been hungry. But to associate him with something as lowly as canned meat? The monarch clearly had poor taste.
[A: huh? What does spam have to do with this? Yuckieee, anyway c’mon tell which is better 😝]
He watched the typing indicator flicker on and off as Lucifer hesitated. Perhaps the king really did have a peculiar fondness for spam.
[L: that's not what…]
There was a pause. Then another message appeared.
[L: are you fucking serious]
or Alastor's little revenge on Lucifer backfires in the most unexpected (worst) way.
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18 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
such a good smut OS.
Alastor is being oblivious but we might put that on his lack of knowledge in technology and his horniness.
fuck you Luci for the end.
i got so flustered!!
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Alastor's hands trembled as he poured another drink, memories flooding his mind. Lucifer's touch, once unsettling, now sent electricity through his veins. The devil's praise made his heart soar, and even Lucifer's terrible puns brought a genuine smile to his face.
"This can't be happening," he whispered to the empty room. "I can't feel this way. I'm not capable of... of..."
But the truth was undeniable. Every racing heartbeat, every longing glance, every sleepless night spent replaying their encounters – it all pointed to one terrifying conclusion.
"Oh no," Alastor breathed, the realisition hitting him like a physical blow. He was hopelessly, terrifyingly attracted to the King of Hell himself.
And Lucifer, damn him, probably knew it all along.
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In the streets of New Orleans, Alastor's ascent from poverty to radio stardom leaves a trail of blood and chaos. His chance encounter with Lucifer as a child setting him on a path of obsession that spans decades. As Alastor's fame grows, so does his desperate need for Lucifer's attention and approval. But in a game of love, manipulation, and misunderstanding, who was ever going to be the winner?
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- Part 1 of Blood on my Shirt, Heart in my Hand
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26 Dec 2025
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incredible
first part of four in the complete serie (500k words)
you loved it but your soul was ripped through your reading
don't read againby arthyradio https://archiveofourown.org/users/Arthyradio/pseuds/Arthyradio
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16 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
--- to write
this sequel utterly magnificent, beautiful, and deeply moving
carrying a kind of emotional weightwatching a character who is usually so guarded, so hidden behind a mask of sharp smiles and calculated distance, finally allow himself to just be.
he biggest, sappiest man ever
Whether smiling, laughing, aching, or crying—there were so many complex emotions, but each single sentence carried this staggering depth that resonated deep within my bones.The feelings were so overwhelming and powerful that, while I was still on that train, I realized I couldn't just let them sit in my head. I absolutely had to pull out my journal to write this down because I didn't want these precious feelings to get lost or fade away through the passing landscapes outside the window. I wanted to capture the exact texture of what your story made me feel. Your work means something profound, and I truly hope these words bring you even a fraction of the comfort and joy you have given me. You can be so proud of what you wrote, and a huge thank you for sharing it with us.
I desperately hope to read more of your work in the future. And if I am ever on a train reading this story again, I know I won't try to hide my tears next time. Your words have given me a strange kind of strength. They empower me, changing how I dare to stand in this world, and how I dare to occupy space amongst other humans, their children, and their dogs. Even if just for a second, it is enough. So, merci.
I am just so genuinely happy to have read this fiction, as well as the first one. Reading them allowed me to appreciate what truly incredible writing looks like. You proved to me that it is entirely possible to feel something deeply intense, electrifying, and soul-stirring through storytelling without relying on smut. I admit that I often have a tendency to actively search for high stakes and intense sensations—those raw, unfiltered thrills—just to find a way to exist in this world, to figure out where I belong and how to place myself within it. It can be exhausting to constantly look for that spark. But sometimes, if I am lucky, I fall face-to-face with these beautiful fragments of a world that stands quietly right behind what we normally expect to see—behind what we allow ourselves to perceive. Your story is exactly that. It brings us the precise things we didn't even realize we needed, and it graciously offers us a safe, expansive space to feel, to live, and to truly exist. It serves as a gorgeous reminder that feeling this deeply is possible, and it gently shows us the very beginning of the path that leads us there.
"Michael's" is also our possibility. It is our chance to dare to exist, after forgetting that we ever could.
You also managed to find and place words on things that I so often forget even exist for me too. You captured that heavy, suffocating ache in the chest that happens when you are suddenly feeling too much and you have absolutely no idea where to put that or how to process it. I had completely forgotten that this ache was a measured, real, and existing thing. I forgot that it is something we have a right to notice, to acknowledge, and to gently sit with. Seeing you write about it with such care and accuracy did me so much good. It felt like a quiet validation of my own internal world.
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Alastor is the head chef of "The Bayou," a Michelin Star New Orleans restaurant in Manhattan. He runs his kitchen with an iron fist, a sharp smile, and a no-bullshit attitude that tolerates nothing less than perfection. He is a textbook cynic, sarcastic, and deeply uninterested in other people.
Until a yellow food truck covered in cartoon ducks called "Quackmire" parks across the street.
What starts as reluctant research becomes an unwilling obsession. Late-night conversations on the curb. Boxed pasta for midnight dinners. Husk as a reluctant messenger boy. And Lucifer—patient, persistent, impossible—who looks at Alastor like he is worth looking at.
For the first time in years, Alastor feels something he cannot name. How the fuck does he keep having indigestion every time Lucifer so much as smiles at him?
Series
- Part 1 of The Quackmire Chronicles
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11 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
T-rated story.
a breath of fresh air,
well-written,
gentle,
hilariously funny.my copy of your story is absolutely covered in colors.
- green for Alastor’s anxieties at first feelings.
Hurt for his pain—hopeful for his future.- blue for those powerful statements.
the minds and the words.
let the weight of your words sink in.
a grand, emotional scale.- yellow for the humor
Husk, the crew, and banters.
Lucifer grinning, his specific brand of humor, and his chaotic energy.
comedic timing, repetitions.- pink... for the love.
For this sweet, slow discovery of feelings
Lucifer’s empathy and kindness. his pink flushed cheeks and pure happiness
Alastor finds the courage to let these new feelings take up space in his heart.his family.
his boyfriend and his soon-to-be-daughter
a "prickly romantic asshole"it was magical.
The time of night where their companionship spread through so many shared sleepless nights.
"I want to remember this. Every detail. Every breath,"words brutal, honest and intense.
prose, your way of assembling words.
repetitions as a tool to land a joke or ground an emotional beat.-- more than safe to read again.
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Lucifer's social battery is thoroughly drained, so he looks for any and all excuses to disappear from the torture his daughter insists on calling a team bonding experience. And if that excuse happens to be bringing a plate of food to the suspiciously absent Radio Demon? So be it.
What he doesn't account for is a very, very appealing half-naked Alastor... and a very, very unappealing holy scar across his chest. (Which, he completely fails to notice for a solid minute. Can you blame him?)
Lucifer totally, absolutely offers to heal it out of the goodness of his heart. Not because he wants to touch Alastor. Not because he nearly forgets the injury exists when met with an expanse of lean muscle and sinful antlers. Nope. Strictly medical.
In the end, they may not be good at this whole “feelings” thing…
But damn it, they’re very good at making it everyone else’s problem.Bookmarked by auroreaustrale
28 Apr 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Alastor so unguarded, not softer, not diminished - honest.
It reframes him entirely without breaking him.THE smut does come in
Alastor initiates, breaks Lucifer's barrier, Lucifer lets it happen… and then everything tilts. Lucifer takes over - control, space, presence, weight.
Overwhelming in the best way.Emotions weaved with actions, words… It’s layered, constantly.
You read one sentence and it’s funny, the next it’s sharp, the next it knocks the air out of you.Lucifer's fear layered under power, control and desire.
His darker side, that wicked, knowing smile - it’s defence, hunger, something a little desperate underneath the confidence.The staff reactions, Charlie smirking, Angel’s notebook - it grounds everything in a natural, casual way that made the intensity feel even sharper in contrast.
Alastor: “A smug, exhausted housecat.”
The end..
“Looks like I’m stuck with you.”
“You’re mine.”
“Unconditionally.”
And finally - “I’m home.”- read again, you love this author.
--"PRETTY BOY - Lucifer's obsession"
--"Healing magic has it’s toll"
--"All the soft things"
--"Unexpected Things"
--"Interview Gone Wrong (Gone Right?)"
--"Dominance" series
--still have to read "Craving" series, and "The Devil's Appetite" series