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FIC IDEA VAULT #17 - RadioApple Hercules AU

@fanby-fckry is an enabler XD Their post about their idea for a Little Mermaid AU forced my hand to actually write down this idea! Originally I had the inspiration from this Tiktok!

So, this is an inspired by Disney's Hercules AU, we will follow cannon for season 1 loosely and then we take off from there, and yes, the tiktok scene will be there! I have lots of ideas already down, including a general idea of how each chapter will go. So far, aiming for 8 (?) chapters, which will have not only Alastor's POV but also Lucifer's and others as they become relevant. I want to incorporate the ideas I already have for my own Hellaverse (which I will also use for my Alastor centric fic) which include the Sins being ride or dies for Lucifer, Roo as the main villain, lots of bonding amongst the cast and some cameos by the Helluva Boss crew! I don't plan to make this be straight romance, I want them to be friends first before Alastor starts caring more for Luci, and I'm also trying to keep him as faithful as I can be to his Ace Identity (which is a spectrum! Please, no harrasment over this, but if anyone would like to help me out to make sure I don't screw Al or offend anyone, please let me know! I would really appreciate the help!)

I am swarmed by work, and this has been the worst week for me in a while, I can feel the depressing thoughts around, but talking about my aus, or any of my fandoms always helps! I hope to work on this and publish soon, but I do want to have some chapter written before posting to Ao3. So, without further ado, I leave you with the main summary and two snippets from chapter one! I'm sorry for the errors, I will fix them up for publishin the full story on Ao3! Enjoy!

At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love (Hercules Radioapple AU) by Vesta Dragon

Tasked with getting closer to the King of Hell after the last extermination, Alastor the Radio Demon tries his best to show the king the attention which is plain to see the fallen angel craves. But as they spend time getting to know each other in the most antagonistic and less romantic way possible for Alastor's peace of mind, he finds his mission shifting when shown what a capable ruler Lucifer can be, alongside his softer side that still shows the angel he never stopped being. Lucifer knows that getting along with Alastor will keep Charlie happy, and keep one less headache away from him as he takes the reigns of his kingdom back with the help of his closest friend, Satan, who is now on a mission to make sure both him and Charlie are in top shape for any upcoming battle Heaven will surely start. His heart will be his doom, as he feels himself growing closer to Alastor, but will their love be enough to stop the threat lurking far below Hell? Or will her millennia-old plans finally come to fruition, so the Root of All Evil can finally rule it all as the planets align?

Chapter One Teaser under the cut!

God was created to bring balance to the Universe, and he in turn created Angels, his first and most beloved was Lucifer Morningstar… The story of the Garden of Eden is one I'm sure you are all familiar with, but what you probably didn't know was that it skipped over a lot of details. Lucifer always thought that keeping Humans always happy and in the dark, meant they would never get to their full potential. He befriended Lilith, the first Woman, and they fell into a quick and deep love.

Charlie Morningstar was interrrupted by the loud entrance of Angel Dust, the spider demon carrying around a cooler from which he passed around beverages to the visitors sitting in front of the princess in the Hotel's second entertainment room.

"Boooooriiiiing! Charlie, I swear if you tell us the detailed history of all of creation, I'm taking everyone on a tour of my favorite clubs!"

Finished with his task, he took the main couch, sitting for once, not splayed out but definitely confidently enough that it drew some curious eyes, though they quickly turned away as he swept his gaze around. He took from the cooler two extra waters and passed one to Charlie, who accepted despite looking scandalized at his suggestion.

"Angel, you wouldn't dare!" "Oh, but I would! Who wants to go dancing?" At the raised (albeit nervous) hands that went up, he smirked at the princess who huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Well, what's wrong with giving them all the details?" Charlie shuddered to think were her charges would end up, so she admited that maybe her story would need to be told differently than to how she prefered to remember it. "For one, it would take us way too fucking long to go over everything. Let's go for the more fun version! You gotta know when to give the right details." He made sure to wink at a couple of people, the majority laughing as he riled the princess up.

"We are not sharing anything explicit!" That would be worse than the clubs, as she was about to continue her point, she was interrupted again.

"Is Charlie going to tell the Story? I wanna help!" Nifty had jumped from behind the couch Angel sat at, no one having heard her skittering around until she had made herself known. She proceeded to jump over the couch, landing on Angel and kicking him slightly before settling in beside him.

"Ouch, Nifty! Careful with my arms!"

"Hehe, sorry Angel!"

"Oh, this will be fun." Vaggie had come due to all the shouting, wanting to make sure everyone was being civil. She had known Charlie had plans to share the story, and she was glad she wasn't the only one who knew the princess had to be watched so avoid her rambling to their guests for 5 hours. She loved her, but she knew Charlie tended to go overboard, especially with this.

"Hi sweetie! Come sit here with me, we can share the loveseat." Charlie relaxed upon seeing Vaggie, and made sure to give her a kiss as soon as the fallen angel sat down beside her.

"Can you two stop with the lovey-dovey public displays, let me get my coffee in first." Yet another interrupting, this time from the resident bartender, who was carrying two takeout cups of coffee, one of which he gave to Angel, despite Nifty's attempts to snag it.

"Husk, I'm surprised that you aren't drinking a beer." Vaggie smirked, knowing that usually, the stoic bartender tended to leave the tours to the others and kept to the quiet of the bar. But it was obvious why he had come, as Angel patted his legs.

"Oooh Husky, my lap is open if you want a seat."

"I'll take the floor, otherwise we won't get to the end of the story."

"C'mon you two! Seriously?!" Vaggie was infurated now, she had hoped they had at least some decurum to save it for after the tour was done.

"I meant he would loose circulation on his legs, I ain't as light as Nifty over there." Husk laughed softly, winking at Angel as he took a seat between his legs on the floor.

"Can I sit on your lap, Angel?"

"Sure, Nift."

"Oooooookaaaay, is everyone settled? Can I continue?" Charlie was more aware now of the time constraints, but she was glad to have the company. It was always more enjoyable to have the story be told with input from everyone.

"Yes, but keep it light on the start, we want to get to the good part this century!"

After their fall from Heaven and Earth, Lilith and Lucifer began working on making their prison more comfortable. As others, like the Sins and the Ars Goetia, slowly filled Hell, as they newly appointed King and Queen, they held a party. And someone new arrived to them. She was lovely, yet she was no former angel. Her power left everyone speechless. Her name was Roo. She welcomed everyone, but especially the new King. She had seen it all, and she had to thank him for letting her be born. She was evil personified and she had a proposition. She could help them get revenge upon eveyone who had forsaken them. And while some saw this as a great opportunity, Lucifer refused.

"Fighting Heaven will bring us nothing! I prefer to make the best of this here, were I have my freedom, despite being in my own prison. Let them deal with it all, I thank you for the consideration, but it would be foolish for us to go to war when we know we will lose." Roo smiled, she tried again to entice him, but he wouldn't move. His powers, which he knew she craved, he would not give her. Roo bid them farewell, making sure they knew she could be found at the deepest part, where the river of souls ran, if they ever changed their minds.

She returned to her domain, deep into Hell, to the parts that no one had ever ventured to. She stood now in her home, a castle of darkness that towered over everything. She climbed until she came to her work room, on its center a stone basin filled with a clear swirling liquid. From it she could see the present, past and future. She had used this to her advantage to make sure her influence had sparked the first sin of man. The free will of the humans meant that she now was present up on Earth, but it also crippled her once vast power. Her future vision would never be as it once was, nor could she force the fallen who now ruled Hell to make her biding. She needed more if she was to wreck havoc as she was promised, gazing into the hazy future in which she ruled it all. She could be patient, someday she would have her revenge.

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Alastor the Radio Demon could tell that he was utterly fucked, and he could count on one hand his whole life's (and afterlife's) regrets. Babysitting an overexcited and touchy princess and her entourage was something he deeply regretted, as he watched Vaggie run around trying to film the Hotel an annoying television commercial. He honestly thought his own was pretty favorable, but the Princess thought otherwise. As she went to her meeting, her girlfriend now scrambled to put something together with no experience. He could let her keep on trying, ultimately failing but he needed to keep the Princess as happy as possible, and this was something he would have to endure.

After all of that work only for the commercial to be cut off to the news that Heaven was going to come back earlier? He knew his boss was laughing at him. The next few months brought little change. After this, he saw Charlie welcome in another patron, Sir Pentious had tried to be a thorn at Alastor's side, but like the television demon he took orders from, neither could actually cause any harm; like a toy knife, both were only mildly threatening in appearance. His meeting with the Overlords helped him be closer to his end goal. The months flew by, and still, nothing was going the Princess' way, and she was forced to call her father.

And Lucifer Morningstar ended up coming. To HIS HOTEL. The former Angel went so far as to compare him to a bellhop and Alastor was so close to unleashing everything on the pompous asshole. Thankfully, he managed to take his anger out on the loan sharks Mimzy brought, but he still had to dismiss her, more forcefully than he would have if he hadn't already been so on edge. He was fuming by the end of the day, not only had he been humiliated by Lucifer, Husk knew of him being on a leash, and Heaven would soon come. He unleashed his anger once in his room, thankful for the small mercy that his room opened into his own private bayou and no one would be aware of his (frankly childish) tantrum, and suddenly he felt it in the sudden stillness of the air, and deep among the trees, the one who owned his sould appeared.

Roo was not that taller than Charlie, yet the front was just to spite him. he knew, seeing he still towered over her but she held all the power to bring him to his knees, like she did now.

"Alastor, sweetheart! Interesting day?" She sat on a tree stump that formed into a throne. Alastor hated every minute of it but he obediently knelt by her feet, levelling her with his worst glare.

"Roo, you said he wouldn't leave his isolated hole." She laughed and smiled almost as wide as him.

"I said he wouldn't come out without proper reason, Charlotte finally reaching out to him I guess gave him the strength to try for the first time in years." She was looking at her nails, utterly unbothered by this. Her ability to see aspects of the future irked him when she kept information like this from him.

"The fucking Devil will unravel everything I have worked for here." He seethed but Roo just laughed, a shrill sound that hurt his sensitive ears.

"Oh, Al, don't be so pessimistic, darling. I need you to trust me." She reached out to take his face in her hand, squishing as he growled, static becoming more prominent around him. "This is needed, taking out that pompous asshole up in Heaven will leave my darling Lilith in the perfect spot to worm her way in, you have to trust me."

"Charlie will draw a target on her back if she goes to Heaven, and it will lead the Hotel to be in danger." All his hard work, gone if Adam himself lead the charge to the Hotel.

"Well, that's why you are here, correct? Al, trust me, everything is going according to plan. Make sure to use our little golden ticket to make a deal with the Princess, I will need her to complete my plan." He avoided yelping in pain as she dug her fingers into his face, her other hand making sure to spread his smile wider, to the point it hurt more than usual. Her tone grew dark, and suddenly Alastor could feel the chain around his neck tighten as her voice echoed everywhere in the bayou. "And don't lose your temper with Lucifer again, I don't have the time to get another puppet if he decides to smite you."

With that, she threw him to the floor and as soon as his head had stopped spinning, he looked up to find her gone.

#my writing #fic idea vault #vd's fics #fic idea vault 17 #Hercules AU #hazbin hotel #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #alastor the radio demon #charlie morningstar #angel dust #vaggie #hazbin husk #hazbin nifty

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i-write-sin-not-tragedy · 2 months

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7, 8, and 19 for the writer asks!

Thank you Fanby!!♡♡

7. Your Favorite a03 Tag

Oh god OEKFKKEKD probably either "arranged marriage" or "Weird flirting" i LOVE when characters' personalities are shown through what they consider to be flirting? This might stem from my very autistic and aromantic brain not grasping "regular" flirting at all but god i love the weird flirting tag so much

8. How slow is a slow burn?

Depends on how the flow of time works in the fic its self but usually i wouldn't call something "slow burn" unless it takes 5 chapters AT LEAST for the ship to even address their feelings

19. share a snippet from a WIP without giving any context

"......so, does your family really like spiders?"

Mismatched blue and brown eyes pop open just enough to give the younger girl an annoyed look.

"What?"

"Well, like, it's your family crest, right?" She continues, ignoring the boys' irritated look completely, rambling in a cheerful tone. "Ours is an apple! My dad has this whole story behind it. He LOVES to tell it any chance he gets, and it's sooooo long and weird and—"

"Cool. I don't care."

Charlie purses her lips, eyes narrowing. Both the kids' bodies bounce slightly when the limo hits a bump, jostling them in their seats.

"You're not very nice, Anthony." She says finally, arms crossed over her chest, rosey cheeks puffed up in a pout.

"I wasn't trying to be." The blonde boy retorts, sinking down in his seat across from her, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

#haha surprise baby rainbowdust jumpscare #what could this be for who knows #ask games #platonic!rainbowdust #yeah ill tag them lol #☁️💬

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It’s not Wednesday, but have a WIP!

Content Warning: somewhat sexually suggestive content/sexual humor

“I’ve never seen you on a hellphone or a computer or anything with internet access for that matter.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, my effeminate friend!” Alastor wrapped an arm around Angel and reeled him in closer. “I’ve had access to the ‘internet’ for as long as the Vees have been mooching off of my domain, rebranding radio waves as this so-called ‘wi-fi!’”

“Holy shit, I never thought of it like that,” Angel whispered.

“Wait a second…” The spider aimed an incredulous look at Alastor. “Are you tellin’ me you’ve been playin’ dumb about modern tech and culture this whole time?”

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag!” Alastor played the sound of a cat yowling – which caused Husk to flick his ear and stir in his sleep.

Angel Dust shook his head and wiggled out of Alastor’s grip. “Can’t believe the Radio Demon has a secret Vitter account,” he said.

“Actually, I created that account specifically for this occasion,” Alastor admitted. “Just because I have internet access doesn’t mean I’m ‘chronically online,’ as the youth say.”

Angel smirked, as if a truly wicked idea had entered his mind. “Hey, Al,” he said with faux innocence. “Look up ‘Radio Demon rule 34.’”

“Angel Dust,” Alastor said with saccharine sweetness. “In the kindest way possible, go touch grass.”

Angel laughed again. “Ok, so you know enough not to search rule 34 and to tell me to go fuck myself/get a life.”

“Precisely!”

#fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s fic snippets #hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #platonic!radiodust #radiodust #<- tagging both for people who have the tag blocked #and for organization #suggestive

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fanby-fckry · 1 month

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It’s still not Wednesday, but have a WIP!

This is my first time writing Chaggie since Season 1 got released; how am I doing?

Content Warning: Canon-typical violence, mentioned

Charlie flopped down on her and Vaggie’s shared bed. “You should’ve seen them, Vaggie!” she said. “They were dancing, and singing, and really, really – honestly kind of creepily interested in the idea of getting to eat the invading Exorcists. Especially their wings.”

Charlie grimaced and Vaggie made a mental note not to expose her wings while in Cannibal town.

“But I mean, that’s good, right?” Charlie said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself as well as her girlfriend. “They’re on our side!”

Vaggie nodded, intently. “Bloodthirsty troops are the most effective kind, sweetie,” she assured her.

#fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s fic snippets #hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #fanfic sneak peek #fanfic snippet

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fanby-fckry · 1 month

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Hey, remember when I said I wasn’t sure when I was going to be able to canonize Lucifer’s gender fuckery in the actual text of UH3, and that I might never touch on Alastor’s?

…

“I…” Alastor faltered. He could sense Lucifer’s sincerity on the matter, despite it not being at all relevant.

Lucifer was, in his own words, ‘not bound by human concepts of gender,’ with a particular distaste for ‘that strange binary system that’s gotten so popular.’ He actively encouraged demons and humans alike to live as their true selves even if – hell, especially if – that truth was an unconventional one.

And while Alastor legitimately could not care less about his own gender, he didn’t have it in his heart to spurn such genuine kindness from Lucifer. “Thank you for your support on my hypothetical sex change-”

When it’s 1943 and your nonbinary queer platonic partner who is also the Devil tells you he’d support you if you decided to transition or experiment with your gender expression, but that’s not at all the thing you wanted to talk about and half these words don’t exist yet so you’re left fumbling with a lack of terminology.

Also I remembered, this one takes place in 1943 not 1942. Early 1943. Like, January or February. But definitely after the surveys start up.

#fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s fic snippets #fanby: uhverse #fanby: uh3 #fanby: a rose by any other name #uh: alastor #uh: lucifer #uh: radioapple #hazbin hotel #radioapple #alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel

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fanby-fckry · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday:

I barely wrote anything today because I had to handle A Thing™️ that I might post about later, but here’s some stuff I mostly wrote yesterday and added a bit to today!

It’s part of Ace Alastor Week, and the working title is What’s the Deal With the Five Foot Rule?

Content Warning: brief reference to implied abuse, references to Alastor-typical cannibalism

Alastor placed a hand on Angel’s shoulder. “My dear, empathy is not an affliction I suffer from.”

“So you’re a hypocrite,” Angel said without thinking.

Three things happened in such quick succession that it took Angel getting sobered up the next morning to finally puzzle out the order of events.

One: Alastor let his hand drop from Angel’s shoulder.

Two: Husk vaulted over the bar with speed Angel hadn’t known he was capable of and wedged himself in between Alastor and Angel, wings flared in a protective stance.

Three: Alastor started laughing again.

That third thing threw both Husk and Angel for a loop.

“Calm down, Husker!” Alastor said, half breathless with laughter. “He’s right!”

“I’m right?” Angel echoed. Because, yeah, he was, but insulting an Overlord to his face is a stupid thing to do regardless of how accurate said insult was. If he’d said that to Valentino…

“Oh, don’t give in, now!” Alastor said. His radio tinned voice was a welcome interruption to a train of thought Angel really didn’t want to go down tonight. “You were onto something there!”

“Rules for thee, not for me, as they say!” Alastor threw his head back with enough force to break his own neck and fell into a fit of laughter once again.

“Oh, stop looking at me like I’m going to bite your head off!” said Alastor, the Overlord famous for eating demons alive.

“You too, Husker.” Alastor punched Husk in the arm in a way that would probably register as playful under any other circumstances. “Your attempt at playing white knight is very amusing, but we all know that if I truly wanted to harm Angel, there would be nothing you could do to stop me.”

“I’d die trying,” Husk said so softly that Angel thought he might’ve imagined it until Alastor responded.

“And you would!” Alastor agreed, far too enthusiastically. “You’d make for a delightfully tragic martyr, but there’s no need because this whole thing is hilarious!”

#fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s fic snippets #wip wednesday #hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #husk hazbin hotel #fanfic sneak peek #fanfic snippet

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fanby-fckry · 2 months

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📝 :3

Send me 📝 in an ask to get a random WIP snippet.

I couldn’t decide whether to give you the lead-up to a kink negotiation or Alastor being Alastor regarding concepts like remorse and feelings.

So here, have both! :3

Content warning for mentions of UH3-typical unrealistic kink, but it’s nothing explicit.

Lucifer was on him in an instant, gripping Alastor’s jaw between his fingers and forcefully tilting his face, angling it downwards so that Alastor’s eyes met his.

The Devil’s voice was like Hell frozen over in its icy calm. “I’ve got half a mind to tear that disobedient tongue right from your mouth,” he said.

“Lucifer,” Alastor purred, his voice slowly filling with static. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“That depends,” Lucifer replied, releasing his hold on Alastor’s face. The warmth had returned to his words, and his gaze was firm but gentle. “Is it a fantasy or something you actually want?”

Meanwhile, in another UH3 WIP:

Alastor laughed, mirthlessly. “Remorse is for children and weak willed men. I outgrew it by the age of ten!”

“You’re not fooling anybody,” Lucifer teased. “Even if it wasn’t guilt, you felt something. And you were happy to know that you didn’t come between Lilith and I. You’ve got a heart in there after all.”

“Hahaha, on the contrary, my dear friend! While I may indeed have a heart, you’ll find it’s filled to the brim with bloodlust and spite! There’s no room for any of that emotional nonsense you’re blathering on about. I need every bit of it working towards my passion for performance! My romance with radio! And of course, my one true love, murder.”

I’m planning on breaking the last paragraph up a bit with some actions in between, but I really wanted to show off that dialogue.

#fanby’s fic snippets #fanby answers #boyywithluv #and they were mutuals #fanby: uh3 #fanby: uhverse #fanby: speaking in tongues #fanby: a rose by any other name #uh: alastor #uh: lucifer #uh: radioapple #ask game #fanfic ask game #fanfic snippet #hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel #radioapple #osha violation

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fanby-fckry · 29 days

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It’s not Wednesday, but UH3 brainrot has once again consumed me.

I’m supposed to be catching up on Ace Alastor Week, and instead I’m writing ahead in the Season 1 fic.

Sneak peek below, heed the tags.

Content Warning: self harm*, blood, references to canon-typical violence, implied/referenced child abuse, inconsistent terminology regarding sex and gender**

*Whether or not this is self harm could probably be up for debate, but I, personally, consider it to be a form of self harm. Please put your own health and safety first; read with caution of feel free to keep scrolling. Stay safe, readers.

**Alastor sometimes conflates sex and gender because he just doesn’t think about or care what people have in their pants. He grew up in a time where the two were considered interchangeable; while he knows neither sex nor gender are static/that not everyone matches up with the gender they were assigned and will call a trans person by their chosen name/pronouns, gender them correctly, and treat them exactly like he’d treat anyone else, he still gets the terms a little mixed up from time to time. He wouldn’t gatekeep someone based on their transition status, because the physical state of someone else’s body isn’t his concern unless he’s actively in the process of killing them. And even then, he’s not focused on sex characteristics of any kind.

…

“And all this time, I thought it was mere population control!” Alastor ranted ino the private connection. He was pacing across his meticulously sound-proofed hotel room while his shadow flew from wall to wall.

“Well,” Lucifer began, but Alastor wasn’t done speaking and didn’t care for being interrupted.

“Ha!” Alastor laughed, threading a hand through his own hair. “Can you blame me?” he asked.

A rhetorical question, but Lucifer gave his best attempt at answering. “It is p-”

“They’ve got no style, no finesse! And barely any skill!” Alastor’s shadow curled its claws into fists, and Alastor removed his hand from his hair to keep himself from pulling it or digging his claws into his scalp as he felt the urge to do the same.

“Year after year, decade after decade, it’s nothing but artless, soulless slaughter!” Alastor laughed again, manic, hysterical, and lacking any and all joy. “Is it any wonder I assumed it was simply a mindless masacre?”

“Alastor-”

“Entertainment…” Alastor dug his claws into the inside of his palm, attempting to ground himself with the pain.

“If killing Sinners for one’s own entertainment is so damned Holy, then why is he in Heaven while I’m down here?” Alastor demanded, static rising in his voice. “Why, one could argue that he’s worse than I am!”

“He’s certainly killed more Sinners than I have by now, considering how long the Exterminations have been in effect.” Hell’s history books were patchy at best, and Lucifer only talked about his – and by extension, Hell’s – past in vague, non-specific terms, often while drunk or sentimental. Or both.

Alastor’s claws began to draw blood. “And from the combination of what Charlie and Lilith and you have all told me, he’s a vulgar, disrespectful chauvinist!”

The pain no longer felt like an anchor. It was fuel on the fire that was the rage burning within him, the wrath he felt at the injustice of it all.

“My mother raised me to be a gentleman,” Alastor said. “Any disrespect I show is based on a woman's actions, not her sex. But Adam expected Lilith to bend to his whims simply on the basis of her gender! He talked down to Charlie, likely on the same logic!”

“And yes, I kill because I enjoy it, but I’m selective with my victims! I enact vengeance on behalf of the weak and vulnerable! In life, I corrected the injustices of a corrupt system, and in death I punish those already Damned by their sins!”

Blood was seeping through Alastor’s knuckles. He pushed his claws deeper, sinking them into the meat of his palms.

“So why…?” There were bloodstains on the carpet. Niffty would be quite upset if she learned that the blood was Alastor’s rather than one of his meals’.

“Why?” Alastor repeated, barely audible above his own feedback. His cheeks were wet. He must have gotten blood on them at some point.

Everything was silent for a moment, save for the static Alastor couldn’t reign in.

Then, Lucifer spoke. “It’s complicated,” he said, quietly.

Alastor made an animalistic sound deep in the back of his throat, something between a growl and a whimper. But he let the Devil speak.

“I don’t know the particulars, but murder and vengeance are both Damnable sins.”

“Then why isn’t he Damned,” Alastor said through gritted teeth. “Why hasn’t Adam Fallen?”

Lucifer sighed. “Nepotism?”

Alastor laughed. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you!”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Lucifer asked, his volume increasing. “My Father kicked me out of Heaven for falling in love with Lilith and for daring to dream of a world where humanity wasn’t bound by eternal ignorance.”

“And he gave you a kingdom!” Alastor swung his arms, flinging blood across the room with the sheer force of the movement. “He let you and Lilith elope when he could’ve smited you both! Do you think he’d give the same courtesy to his other angelic children, or do the rumors of you being his favorite son hold true, hm, Lightbringer?”

The radio began to smoke and glow with a faint golden light.

“Get that name out of your fucking mouth, Alastor.”

Alastor ignored him, ignored the projections of his power.

“My father never would’ve shown me such benevolence if I’d disobeyed him the way you did yours.” Alastor moved to inspect the bloodstains on the walls. “And the best thing he ever gave me was a lesson in the inherent cruelty of man.”

#self harm cw #implied abuse cw #fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s fic snippets #fanby: uhverse #fanby: uh3 #fanby: an age of upheaval #not tagging fandoms and shit because i don’t want this breeching containment #uh: alastor #uh: lucifer #uh: radioapple

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Randomly got infected with the Staticlovetune hate fuck – except it’s abouf masochism and dominance for Al and sex for Vox – brainrot and wrote 3k words instead of sleeping. Oops.

Still a WIP and not a priority, but here! Have some of my favorite lines:

You don’t spend decades engaged in a vaguely homoerotic rivalry without developing some level of respect for your nemesis.

So, as far as sexy times with Alastor went, Vox would stick with his imagination and his right hand. And maybe sometimes the voice recordings he took during their battles. And clips from the times Alastor addressed him directly during his broadcasts. And…

…

Vox was going insane. Or Alastor was going insane – more insane, that is. Or both.

…

“You know,” Valentino said. “That new girl… The one shooting through the ranks – Velveeta or whatever her name is –”

…

Alastor smirked. “How uncharacteristically inteligent of you, Vox.”

“Fuck you,” Vox spat.

“If you’re lucky,” Alastor replied.

…

“Sit!” Alastor commanded, pointing to the chair as if Vox were a dog he was attempting to train.

Vox obeyed without a word. Alastor wondered if he should give him a treat for that…

And some lines specifically showcasing Aroace Icon Alastor:

For a small period of time, in his younger years, Alastor wondered if there was something wrong with him. If something had knocked the wires loose where they were supposed to connect his libido and his desire.

Then he realized that he didn’t care! A few missing connections in that department were truly the least notable of all his peculiarities. There were probably other people out there with the same disconnect living perfectly normal lives – the kinds of lives that would bore Alastor to his second death. Thank sin he wasn’t one of them.

…

Vox stared dumbly, still practically drooling over the sight of Alastor’s naked body. Honestly, what about nudity made people so goofy? Vox barely had half a brain to begin with, but apparently Alastor had destroyed what little he had simply by taking his clothes off.

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10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

I’m Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks

Thanks for the ask!

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

The fact that UH3 gets such a huge, huge amount of positive feedback still surprises me. UH3 technically started out as a rarepair PWP nonsexual smut fic in 2020.

Now it’s been a critical part of at least 2 aroace awakenings, several people’s introduction to nonsexual kink, and gets an almost constant flow of comments on everything from my portrayal of Alastor’s aroaceness to the Lucilith interactions to polyamory to cannibalism kink and aaaaa how did this happen??? It’s got fucking fanart, for fuck’s sake!

It amazes me every day.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Ok, so I don’t have the best memory and needed to actually go and find one. I kind of had one in mind, but then I came across this:

He had a laundry list of excuses – it was simply very enthusiastic blood drinking, lips are sensitive and very convenient to bite, tongues have a fun texture to chew, Lucifer tastes like heaven – but even that had backfired, the sheer number of them suspicious in itself.

And it was so fucking funny I just had to share. Alastor is so deep in his denial here it’s hilarious.

This was back in Bloodlust and Butterflies – Chapter 3 Blasphemy, when Alastor was still calling his make-out sessions with Lucifer “not-kisses.” He’s my favorite unreliable narrator. <3

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WIP Wednesday!

Here, have a UH3 WIP snippet I wrote earlier today before my brain started leaking out of my ears!

Specifically, my take on Alastor’s smile stitches, and their place in Unholyverse canon, which will eventually be part of a 5+1 Things fic.

Content Warning: either aftermath of self-harm or aftermath of self-made body modification, depending on how you look at it.

Trying to read Alastor’s expressions was sometimes like trying to read a book that’d been translated through several different languages, and then held underwater long enough to make the ink run.

That being said, something was definitely up. The corners of his smile were stiffer, and he wasn’t moving his mouth as much as he normally did when he talked – seemingly relying more on the airwaves to carry his voice rather than projecting it entirely from his mouth the way he usually did.

“Alastor,” Lucifer said hesitantly. “What happened to your mouth?”

“Oh! You noticed!” Alastor said brightly, and then, in a complete clash of tones, activated some of his magic to reveal…

“What the fuck?” Lucifer cursed, staring at the four green stitches on either side of Alastor’s smile. “Is your smile fucking stitched on?”

“Yes!” Alastor answered, with typical Alastor-level enthusiasm.

“Who did this to you?” Lucifer asked.

He had the urge to reach out and run his fingers along the stitches, dissolving the magic that held them there with his own. To press kisses into the corners of Alastor’s mouth and heal his wounds before wreaking havoc and Hellfire upon whoever thought that they could do this and get away with it.

But Alastor was still a bit touchy about touch, especially when he was feeling vulnerable, so Lucifer refrained.

Lucifer was still making mental plans to enact revenge on Alastor’s behalf, though. That is, until…

“Why, I did, of course!” Alastor said cheerfully, and Lucifer felt his jaw just about drop to the floor. “Who else can get this close to my mouth with a sharp object and keep their hands afterwards?”

The urge to comfort Alastor morphed into the urge to strangle him, then comfort him. Because honestly…

“What the fuck, Al?” If Fallen angels could have aneurysms, Lucifer was pretty sure he’d be having one right now. “Why would you stitch your smile into your own face?”

“Ah, well,” Alastor began. “There was an unfortunate incident recently, in which I almost allowed my smile to slip.”

Alastor’s voice darkened, filling with static as the stitches glowed a gastly green. “And we can’t have that, can we?”

“I mean, we can, actually,” Lucifer said dryly, ignoring the way Alastor snapped his own neck in an attempt to appear threatening. “It’s not the end of the world if you drop your smile.”

Alastor responded with a low rumble of radio static, almost akin to a growl.

Lucifer scrubbed his hands over his face. “I know that your smile is important to you, I just…”

Lucifer once again had to resist the urge to touch Alastor’s stitches. He started talking with his hands instead, in an attempt to keep them busy. Ironically, Lucifer, himself, sometimes managed to get in trouble where ‘idle hands’ were involved.

“This seems a little, uh…” Lucifer wracked his brain for the right word and eventually landed on, “Extreme.”

“Thank you!” Alastor said, voice and form returning to normal.

“That’s not…” Lucifer sighed. Maybe it was time to change tactics. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes!” Alastor answered with a chipper tone that either meant he was enjoying the pain, or he was very much not enjoying it and didn’t want Lucifer to catch on.

“If I heal you, will it mess with the spell?”

Alastor’s smile softened, even as the corners remained stiff. “Afraid so, Devil dearest,” he said, taking Lucifer’s hands in his own.

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📝

Spare a wip line? Please, xe, a wip line for a starving reader? 🥺

Send me 📝 in an ask to get a random WIP snippet.

Starve no longer, for I bring you a feast, from a future UH3 WIP:

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.”

Quoting Romeo and Juliet was sickeningly sweet – and so very, very Lucifer that Alastor found it rather endearing in spite of himself. A Shakespearean comedy revered as a romantic tragedy, on the lips of the Devil, himself, as he tried to comfort his not-quite lover.

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*somersaults in*

🎨, 🎯, 🦋, 🎁

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

Well, you sure know how to make an entrance. :3

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Ok, so people already have made fanart of one of my fics, and it has been fucking incredible. (I might have to make a tag for fanart of my fics, honestly, because I’d like to be able to just find the fanart, lol.)

But, at the risk of sounding greedy…

I’d love to see fanart for literally any scene in Bloodlust and Butterflies – Chapter 5: Rapture, or of Lilith being dramatic on her throne and Alastor realizing what she was up to in Metamours.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Not in regards to like word count or anything, but I have some fics that need to go out in a certain order. That’s more of a goal than I milestone though, I suppose.

Oh! I’m hoping to do my first 100% run of a challenge (casually using video game slang here because idk how else to describe it) with Ace Alastor Week, this April! It’s a week rather than a month, so I think I’ve got a decent shot at completing it!

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Alastor, hands down. He’s so shaped. He’s so gender. He’s my baby girl, covered in blood, touch averse, touch starved, emotional support cannibalistic serial killer that I can project my aroaceness and cluster b symptoms onto. <3

My non-canon-compliant version of Lilith is a pretty close second, though. She is also very shaped, although in a very different way than Alastor. She’s very put together, in a genuine, spent millennia learning and mastering interpersonal skills on top of her natural charisma and confidence kind of way.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Oh, do I ever!

You know the drill, readers! Spoilers below the cut!

(Specifically, spoilers for Crymini’s chapter in the Survey fic)

Christine started to laugh. A small, nervous chuckle at first that morphed into a hysterical outburst of laughter – pulling tears from her eyes and leaving her sides aching.

And the stranger… The stranger began to laugh with her.

This whole thing was insane. She was dead, she was expected to participate in a survey on queerness, and she was laughing hysterically with a seven foot tall stranger who may or may not have clocked her.

“Ah,” the stranger sighed as their combined hysterics finally began to teeter out. “Laughter is good for the soul, wouldn’t you agree?”

That almost sent Christine into another fit of laughter. What the fuck was going on?

I gave the hyena Sinner a laughter-fear response because hyena references. And I made Alastor laugh with her because he’s just Like That™️.

#fanby’s fic snippets #fanby answers #10moonymhrivertam #and they were mutuals #fanby: uhverse #fanby: uh3 #fanby: survey says #fanby: bloodlust & butterflies #fanby: metamours #uh: alastor #uh: lilith #uh: crymini #hazbin hotel #crymini #alastor #ask game

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