laughingmyself_insideout



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  1. Public Bookmark 7

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    "Don't. Touch. Me." Alastor growled, eyes flashing yellow, as he fought to keep his voice steady.

    Vox took a step back, face falling.

    "I wouldn't hurt you, Al, don't you trust me?" Vox asked, and Alastor wondered how on earth Vox thought Alastor could ever trust him, considering he was bound to a chair, listening to the man give lecture after lecture on his plans to commit mass slaughter.

    "Please," Alastor muttered, staring at Vox, forcing the smile back on his face. "Vincent. Don't."

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    15 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 8

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    Alastor stops by every week for dinner at Rosie’s. It is during one of these visits that she discovers something interesting.

    He's very sensitive to roses.

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    21 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 6

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    For, despite Alastor’s frequent assertions that Vox is dull as a fish when it comes to subtle cues, even he noticed when Alastor went stiff in all the wrong places when Vox put a suggestive hand around his waist. Admittedly, the snarl and bared teeth might also have contributed to the speediness of this epiphany. But this is how it comes that they are now seated fully dressed on the couch in Vox's antechamber instead of tumbling in the sheets. Or rather, Vox tumbling and Alastor being tumbled, as even on his good days the idea of actively participating in anything concerning the stuffing of body parts in orifices seems unappealing at best (and downright atrocious at worst)

    “But it’s my birthday,” Vox whines not for the first nor the last time, eyes turning into watery faucets that leak outside his screen, and even the hot air whistling out of his fans managing to be a mournful sigh. “And you said I could have you. Properly."

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    It's Vox's birthday, which means that Alastor deigns to give the picturebox one afternoon of his precious attention and, to a degree, his body. But this year, things go differently.

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    15 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 26

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    Alastor sat up and stretched, bones creaking as they were twisted in disturbing ways. Then he swung his legs out, placing his hooves on the floor. 

    “No good morning kiss for me today?” Lucifer tried.

    Alastor just huffed, but he didn’t get out of the bed. Lucifer reached over, and grabbed one of his antlers. “Come here, dearest.”

    He pulled the Radio Demon in for a kiss, but their lips had barely met when there was a sound like a twig snapping. Alastor jerked back, eyes wide. Lucifer was about to ask what was wrong-

    And then he noticed the antler he was still holding in his hand. It had broken clean off.
     


    Lucifer learns something new about deer in general and the Radio Demon in particular.

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    19 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 5

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    "I don't think you do. I think you want me to tickle you again."

    Before the rivalry, Vox and Alastor share a cheap rental and far too much alcohol. When Vox falls asleep, a bored Alastor decides that pestering his friend is far more entertaining than laying in the dark and doing nothing.

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    17 May 2026