A dragon lies in a cave, unable to recall their past. Does it really matter? Well. Maybe it matters a little bit. TW: Someone is set on fire. Very slightly graphic, but more emotional than anything

Angel Dust stumbles upon a very drunk Alastor. Rated M for gore mention and language.

Angel Dust has been sneaking off to the lounge in the middle of the night to practice the piano, counting on the room being. This time he has an audience. Rated M for some saucy daydreams

Alastor decides to try his hand at pet names and inadvertently offends Angel Dust. Rated T for swearing and there's suggestive content if you close one eye, tilt your head, and squint. Okay so here's the dealio. This IS a oneshot, however there are two versions. This was a commission, and the first draft went a tad off the rails. A 1.5k word fic was going to end up twice that, and instead of comedic fluff it was turning into pure angst. However! I still want to post it, so it will probably be chapter 2 of this fic. I'll just keep the two together. With that said, hope you guys enjoy because I had way too much fun writing this.

Angel Dust can't ruin the hotel's reputation if he can't go outside. Or, at least, that's what Alastor says. Of course, it's all a ploy to torture Alastor's least favorite spider demon, but maybe he doesn't know Angel Dust as well as he thinks he does. Mature rating for mature themes, no explicit content. TW: drug use, alcohol use, mild gore, sex work, abuse, overdose, suicide, death (all deaths are canon compliant) Cover art by glasgow.kadeem on instagram