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    Twelves days of one shots for Christmas, all to do with langst!

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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    What was the harm in waiting just one more night? He was healthy. In the prime of his life. He wasn't planning on dying anytime soon, not when there was so much more work to do on earth. He wouldn't die yet. Not for decades more. Not until earth got boring or his fragile human body started giving out with age, and he decided to replace it with demonic might. He would only go to Hell once he was ready for a change of scenery, and he wasn't ready yet. So there was no rush. The ritual could wait just one more day, when a stranger on the tram started yelling slurs at him and Alastor decided he had something better to do with his night.

    He wasn't in any rush.

    He could wait.

    He had.

    And now, years of preparation were ruined.

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    17 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 27

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    “I know, it takes a second,” Vox is saying. “Val said it felt like kissing a mirror, the first time—and yeah, I did ask him if he kissed a lot of mirrors.”

    He just keeps talking, as if Alastor hasn’t just gotten the shock of his afterlife. As if it weren’t out of absolutely nowhere.

    “It’s some kind of good luck ritual with a lipstick mark he used to do before his shows,” Vox carries on, as if he hasn’t noticed or simply doesn’t care that Alastor is—that Alastor doesn’t know what he is, in fact. “Maybe it worked. Hell, look where he is now.”

    Alastor grapples for a grip on anything. Anything at all. What his overtaxed mind gives him, as Vox reaches out to cup a hand around his face, is this:

    Vox is nervous.

    He’s rambling like Charlie losing her spot in a set of talking points and he’s gripping one of the armrests like an anchor. And he’s glowing; there’s a bit of cyan beneath his eyes.

    Well, fuck. What the Hell is Alastor expected to do about that?

    (In which Vox makes an attempt at romance, Alastor weathers a series of foul moods, and Charlie has a terrible day.)

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    06 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 20

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    “As long as I wipe that smile off of Alastor’s fucking face, I don’t care what happens.”

    Those were the last words Emily heard before her entire view was painted red…before that TV-headed sinner had lunged towards Alastor. Her vision was briefly obstructed, threatening to blind her temporarily as golden ichor sluggishly dripped down from what little remained of one of her wings. The feathers had been disintegrated entirely, with only bits of flesh still stubbornly clinging to ivory bones.

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    Alternatively, in an attempt to save both herself and Alastor, Emily offers Alastor half of her soul. But in-exchange, Alastor must give her half of his soul as well. It sounds...almost like a marriage proposal, doesn't it?

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    31 Dec 2025

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    Charlie had planted herself in front of Vox and was rambling off an impressive myriad of excuses, from busted pipes to bad Wi-Fi, while he stared at her, hands on his hips, with the utmost expression of forced patience. His black, digital brows were set in a line as straight as the glower at the bottom of his screen. He does a single, slow blink, finger tapping against his hip as he debates on how much money he can reasonably make on a Charlie Morningstar-inspired white-noise machine (and whether the guaranteed customer complaints will be worth the cheap buck) when a movement over her shoulder draws his eyes.

    He leans to the side, eyebrow quirking. "What's that?" Then promptly chokes on a surprised noise and shoves Charlie aside. "Holy shit, is that a human?"


    Lucifer plays a prank on Alastor.

    Everyone else has to deal with the consequences. 

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    15 Dec 2025

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    Lucifer goes because Charlie asks him to. He tells himself it’s for her, not because he cares. But when he finds Alastor on the edge of collapse, pride stripped to the bone, something inside him stirs that shouldn’t.

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    15 Dec 2025