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Idle Hands are the Devil's Workshop by a_wrinkle_in_truth, raindrop_rouge
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
27 Apr 2026
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Alastor’s hands destroy.
Impudent sinners who cross his way, literally and figuratively. The walls of the hotel when Lucifer pushes him just a touch too hard. The reputation of his rivals, when provoked.
They also tear through Charlie’s doubts when it’s needed the most; and through the dark fog that hangs heavy over Lucifer’s brain, just as it threatens to drown him.
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Lucifer’s hands create.
Objects that are far more complex than meets the eye. Art so ugly it could make the eyes of weaker souls bleed. Music that stirs up emotions long-buried away in one’s heart. Pleasure – never pain, not unless asked, although the pleasure is sometimes so acute that it may as well be torture.
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Lucifer and Alastor reach for each other time and time again - but it takes time to learn another's pace.
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- Part 1 of The Sum of Our Parts
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Original temptation. Hah. The bar was in Hell before Hell even existed, when the only competition for the title was Adam.
And yet…
If one were to momentarily forget all of the above, one might be forced to admit that at least the Devil’s voice is not wholly detestable.
One such as a Radio Demon, tied to a wheely chair backstage.
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To Alastor's greatest chagrin, Lucifer's voice becomes a fixation he could not escape if he tried.
And he very much does try.
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Alastor, a naiad rather fond of venturing into the woods, is caught slaying a deer favoured by Artemis. His father is sent to consult an oracle, to determine appropriate punishment. On his return, he exiles Alastor to the mountains – where his real punishment, his monstrous, fated spouse-to-be, will come find him at nightfall.
Alastor goes as bidden, and rapidly discovers that whatever monstrous traits his promised one may have, he may not lay his eyes upon. His fiance treats him well, all things considered, appearing in the evening to keep Alastor company at night, and vanishing at dawn. He only asks for one thing in return: that Alastor never seek to see him.
An Eros (Greek: Love) and Psyche (Ancient Greek: Soul) retelling.
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Following their success in the battle against Heaven, the Hazbin Hotel draws the attention of all, making it the new place to be – including the Hellborn, who cannot resist a visit to the home of the Princess of Hell, now a symbol of Hell’s momentary superiority over Heaven.
But the star hotels of the other Rings aren’t used to competition from Pride, and in the months that follow, try to interfere with its success.
At her wit’s end, Charlie calls upon her father again, and he agrees to ensure the harassment of the Hazbin ceases, by giving the meddlesome rivals a taste of their own medicine.
What’s this, a chance to be spiteful and petty for a revenge tour across Hell? Alastor is all in.
OR: Get in, loser, we’re going Ring hopping.
Enjoy watching Alastor and Lucifer being forced to work together to avenge the Hazbin Hotel across every Ring in Hell.
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A collection of DTIYS from over on Bluesky! I'm absolutely blown away by all the talent the artists in this fandom display, and sometimes I'm inspired enough to write!
CHAPTER 1: Sweet to the Senses - Vark's (@/xxinart.bsky.social) 2k celebration: Lucifer wants to broaden Alastor's knowledge and experience of Hell. Alastor just wants to broaden his knowledge and experience of Lucifer.
More DTIYS to come ~
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The Sum of Our Parts by a_wrinkle_in_truth, raindrop_rouge
Fandom Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
27 Apr 2026
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Written for Radio Apple Valentine's Week 2025.
In which we follow Alastor and Lucifer, as prickly as they both are, growing their relationship from the ground up - blooming into something beautiful, together.
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“How old are you, Astarion?”
Astarion is not expecting the question, Halsin can tell by the way he jerks upright, spine straight, shoulders strong.
“Two-hundred-and-forty,” he answers without hesitation. “Give or take a few years.”
Halsin swallows, rewords his question. “How old were you when you were turned?”
Astarion goes quiet. Extremely, cacophonously quiet.
“Thirty-nine,” he finally says, a bolt straight into Halsin’s heart.
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Halsin discovers Astarion was turned before his maturity and all the sacred elven rites that come along with it. Including the sex one.
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Bookmarked by raindrop_rouge
07 May 2024
Bookmarker's Notes
Woo second bookmark in a decade of intensely reading fic! Well deserved. I've already reread this twice and will likely come back to it annually. Perfect dynamic between the protags.