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Understanding people is something Alastor is not always skilled at. But while people can be challenging- their possessions are much easier to understand.
And so he collects. In his little nest of a bed in which he dwells, tucked into the corner of his room at the Hotel- that is where his collection lays. And because Charlie makes it a point to enforce the good manners of respecting one’s privacy- and likely because everyone is just a little scared of him- no one ever looks in his rooms. His collection is a secret kept only by himself.
It’s not a problem. He could stop any time, if he so wished.
But why would he stop when the taking is so much fun?
Or: In which Alastor is a creepy little fuck and steals trivial possessions of those he cares about. No one notices, until Lucifer does.
(5 times Alastor steals something, and 1 time something is given)
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14 Jun 2026
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Determined, Lucifer opens the door and pushes his way inside the dark room.
Immediately, Alastor’s scent consumes him. Without the door to dilute it, the full scope of his partner’s predicament becomes quite clear to Lucifer.
He’s in heat. There’s no question of it. And not just at the start- no. He’s in the thick of it. A day or so along if the potency is anything to go by.
Lucifer can’t believe he didn’t realize sooner. But then- Alastor has never had a heat while Lucifer has known him. He’s never smelled this particular scent mingled with his Alastor’s own, never knew to pick it out amongst the many lingering scents in the hotel.
Or: In which Alastor goes into heat and thinks he has to face it all on his own. Spoiler- he doesn’t.
(No smut, just cuddles and scenting!!)
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14 Jun 2026
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”C’mon Al, it’s been too long since you’ve slept-“ Lucifer braces his hands on the arm rests of his chair, preparing to stand, when suddenly Alastor pushes him back down into the cushion.
Lucifer sits with a thump, his brow raising in confusion. “Al?”
Alastor doesn’t reply. Instead, he turns and swiftly seats himself on the floor at Lucifer’s feet, his back pressed against Lucifer’s legs, his head leaning back onto his knees.
Well, this is new.
Or: In which Alastor likes having his ears scratched
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13 Jun 2026
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Alastor looks downward, finding Lucifer padding into the room wearing the form of a cat.
And as Alastor beholds his love in this small and non-threatening form (not that he’s very threatening as an angel, of course), he can’t help but wonder…
Lucifer’s jaw stretches wide as he yawns, kicking the door closed with a back paw, before shaking out his fur and getting ready to-
“Don’t change back.” The words are out before Alastor can stop them, causing him to wince. Fool, fool, fool.
Lucifer halts, looking up at Alastor with an odd expression, his head tilted on its side as he sits.
Or: Touch is hard for Alastor. Thankfully Lucifer stumbles upon an accidental solution after shape shifting into a cat
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13 Jun 2026
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Lucifer’s brow furrows. “It doesn’t look like nothing. You really are burning up- and with the coughing and whatever else is going on-“
“I’m fine,” Alastor snaps. “I can handle myself.”
And he can. He always has. He’s always needed to. He won’t fail himself now. Not when he’s come so far.
But Lucifer merely offers him a soft, sad smile. “I know you can Al. But you don’t need to. Not anymore, anyway.”
Or: Alastor gets sick and hides himself away. Lucifer finds him (cue the comfort)
Bookmarked by ShayTrayi
13 Jun 2026