Mitis_Daemonium
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When the Phantomhive's spare is dying, Vincent is willing to do whatever it takes to save his baby boy's life. Even if that means summoning a demon to do it.
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So Long Sentiment by Mitis_Daemonium
Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024), Final Fantasy VII Ever Crisis (Video Game 2023)
14 Sep 2025
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"P-please..." He muttered weakly, the planet's life source reaching up to his chest already. His lungs constricted at the icy edge the liquid held making him gasp in pain. "It.." Another pained gasp "...It hurts."
The professor sneered. "Yes, but through suffering you will grow strong. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want to be strong for your mother?"
A young Sephiroth suffers at the hands of Hojo but all that starts to change the moment he meets a certain couple of Ancients and has a few heart to heart chats with an unlikely hero.
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Mixed Signals by teamchaosprez
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Hellaverse | Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss Universe
02 May 2026
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Another mating cycle finds Alastor and Vox seeking one another's company to get through it once more. Some communication is required before they can continue their arrangement; unfortunately, at least one of them is terrible at putting feelings into words, but fortunately Vox is better at reading Alastor than he'd care to admit.
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- Part 2 of Scent Control
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14 Jun 2026
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The rutting season, it’s a first Lucifer even hears of it. He knows, of course, what it means in terms of animals and nature, more specifically of the deer nature but Alastor definitely isn’t an animal, despite some very distinct deer features. Perhaps he has more of a deer in himself than he lets on, though and if so, Lucifer is dying of curiosity what it even means for him during his season.
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.Except, what he comes to is no rut at all, which makes Lucifer simultaneously scream inside and lose his mind irreversibly for one pretty doe over and over again, whom he finds in the dim lights of the bayou.
He’s ready to count his blessings as long as the breeding season allows it.
This story was written for Doe Alastor Week 2026, in a form of a two-chapter fic, containing the following prompts: breeding season/fawns, scent marking, tail pulling/doe eyes, chasing/hooves, mounting/deer spots, deer noises/Bambi. Happy celebrations of our favorite doe to you all!
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Biblically Accurate Sins of the Flesh by thewonders_of_hopeandmedicine
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
27 Apr 2025
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Contrary to popular belief the Radio Demon does fuck, but only for one very good reason ...
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Alastor - cursed with a doe's body - enters a heat period once a month from the end of fall to the middle of winter. Much to his chagrin, after losing track of time with projects and deadlines, this year's heat sneaks up on him leaving him woefully unprepared and lacking a wider selection of willing partners. So, who else is he to turn to but his good friend the desperately love sick talking head: Vox
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13 Jun 2026
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The contact is brief, but it is enough.
And with that, a wave of pheromones floods his nostrils, thick enough to drown in. Nauseating, suffocating. Enough to make his legs go weak, his head spin, a burning ache twisting low in his stomach.
No.
No.
Of all the alphas in this rotting hell, he had to meet the only one whose scent has never repulsed him.
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The only person Alastor ever thought he could allow himself to be intimate with, until Vox decided to ruin everything with a damn business proposal.
Or: A truck full of love potions crashes and its content spills out. Chaos ensues. Alastor and Vox find themselves on top of a communications tower. There is a small room in that tower. Vox gives, Alastor takes. They communicate.
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“Seriously,” Vox continues. “Are you gonna stop me? Is this your fucked up way of telling me you do wanna fuck me after all?”
The mention of fucking does something genuinely horrendous to Alastor’s mind. He feels it like an electromagnetic pulse, hot and terrible, immediately blanking out everything but the concept of sex. It takes a practically superhuman effort not to open his mouth and whine.
“…No,” Alastor says, through firmly gritted teeth. “Absolutely not!”
“Then why,” Vox says, reaching up a casual claw and using it to unbutton Alastor’s trousers, “are your hips moving like that?”
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Alastor woke up in Hell half deer and half human. The vast majority of the time, his human sensibilities exercise complete control, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
But for one week of the year, his deer side finds a way to get revenge. When his heat cycle leads him right into Vox’s hands, will he be able to stop himself from surrendering, or will he lose himself and give in to the animal he fights so hard not to be?
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- Part 17 of [redacted]’s hazbin fic collection
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