#radioapple week day four

[strawberry-roses-on-ao3]

Radioapple Week Day 4: Drinking/Bonding

They're bonding by bitching about their horrible fathers over drinks

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 (here) | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

[gildedoak]

Side Story - Petit Fours Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 - RadioApple Week Day 7 - “Day Out"

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[minkdelovely]

kinktober — day XXI

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It is my honor and privilege to provide you little devils with the schedule for Week Four of Kinktober, put together by our dear @hazelfoureyes! I hope you’ve all been enjoying yourselves so far — idk about the rest of y’all but it’s been an eye-opening month for me! Who said an old dog can’t learn new tricks? 🤭❤️‍🔥

If you’ve missed any — or are looking to binge read some smut — please be sure to check out the masterlist I have linked below that @synamartia has graciously been maintaining for us 🙏🏻

And without further ado, here is my fourth offering to you all. I’ll see y’all again on Sunday! ♥️

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prompt: size kink

sanctuary

“let me satisfy your soul.

i’m not a saint

but do i have to be?”

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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!alastor x bottom!lucifer (or is it? hehe), alastor is down bad, luci worship, very brief mention of blood and viscera (yk, just horny cannibalistic demon things) 🕊️✨

word count: 1.2k

summary: alastor gets sentimental about how much he loves how small lucifer is.

author’s note: hello darlings! i am once again pushing my romantic radioapple agenda. while i never set out to instill a rose-colored haze, i nevertheless hope you enjoy. in regard to my agenda, well… it will happen again. quote is from holy ghost by børns — and this falls under my previous warning; don’t be surprised if you see it again in the future lol

coven: @fraugwinska @hazelfoureyes @macabr3-barbi3 @sugoi-writes @synamartia 🕯️♥️

the coven's kinktober masterlist

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“You’re so fucking small,” Alastor groaned.

It wasn’t a new observation, by any means. In fact, it was one of the first that Alastor made mention of when he and Lucifer met all those months ago.

You are much shorter in real life!

Typically, a comment on Lucifer’s stature was just an impudent barb to throw at the King. A sure-fire way of pissing him off whenever Alastor felt like seeing that smug look on Lucifer’s face wiped clear off. Replacing it with one he found much more attractive: anger.

Lucifer didn’t always take the bait though, so Alastor had learned to measure the usage of this weapon. There were still plenty of other ways to achieve the same result. Knocking Lucifer’s hat off his blonde bouffant the other morning had been particularly enjoyable. He really did look so much better without that garish thing he dared to call a fashion choice. 

But right now it wasn’t an insult.

Alastor was slightly propped up on some pillows, admiring the pretty King of Hell whine from his words as he bounced on his cock. It was a sentiment Alastor had felt many times, lost in the awe inspiring sight that was Lucifer in the throes of passion. That golden glow radiating from under his skin like a divine beacon he couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to. Pillowy wings extended on either side of them, and Alastor loved the way they tickled his thighs with their light touch.

In these moments, Lucifer seemed almost fragile. 

His lean, petite frame was easily held in Alastor’s hands. He had them on that delectable waist now, the tips of his fingers laced behind Lucifer’s back. Alastor wasn’t directing the angel’s pace, instead he was relishing the feeling of Lucifer under his touch. Soft alabaster skin, strong muscles flexing underneath; dew drops of sweat that Lucifer benevolently created to bead from pores that didn’t previously exist, solely because Alastor had complained over it once. How unfair it was for him to be the only one dripping with effort, and worse still, losing out on a facet of Lucifer that only he was allowed to indulge in. 

What a marvel it had been when Alastor felt the slick perspiration the next time they copulated. How the sweet and acrid scent of it filled his nostrils and made his mouth salivate. Somehow managing to taste even better than it smelled when he ran his tongue up the length of Lucifer’s body. Needing only to straighten the arch of his back to elongate himself and complete the path from belly to neck, finishing off with a flourish of his tongue along Lucifer’s throat and the underside of his chin. 

Alastor’s head fell backward, his jaw hanging open to let out an unrestrained moan just remembering it. He really was so spoiled.

“You feel like glass under my fingers,” Alastor panted, tightening his grip on Lucifer as if he meant to test the theory. His ears and cock twitched as Lucifer cursed wantonly, sinking down to grind himself against Alastor’s pelvis. Lucifer’s walls fluttered, managing against all odds to squeeze him even tighter. “Fuck, you take me so well for such a tiny thing…”

The words were husky in this throat, thick with lust and static. Part of him couldn’t believe his raw honesty nor how the words seemed to pour so easily from his mouth. Moaning again as Lucifer cried out his name, droplets of arousal falling onto Alastor’s stomach; his muscles tensing in reaction to the heat and weight of them. 

“I want to see you fall apart…want you to use me until you cum,” he continued, hissing as Lucifer’s hands left his chest to clasp over his own the best they could. His pace invigorated by Alastor’s words.

How delicate those hands were. Dark and graceful, with long slender fingers that could tear him to shreds if he so wished. Alastor felt, as well as heard, his antlers creak; branching out as the image of Lucifer’s pristine, radiant skin covered in his blood and viscera flashed in his mind. Mercifully, he managed not to climax, silently chastising himself for almost finishing first over a fantasy after his admission of wanting to be used. 

“Fuck baby, what’s gotten into you?” Lucifer’s voice was whiny and just above a whisper, but he was glowing with pride. Rolling his hips and clenching around Alastor’s cock with a familiar determination. “Can’t wait to cum on your cock. Gonna milk you fucking dry…”

Alastor groaned and bit his lip, the sharp taste of copper on his tongue as his climax inched closer and closer. Normally he wasn’t this affected when Lucifer spoke this way, the vulgarity of it making him feel more embarrassed than inspired. But this is precisely what he wanted now. To be used by his love as nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. It was within his power, as all things were.

Lucifer’s hands tightened over his own, which still encompassed that slight waist. His movements were becoming stuttered but Alastor refused to guide, writhing in the blissful agony of anticipation. His resolve was put to the final test as Lucifer took one of Alastor’s hands and brought it to his member, his own hand remaining on top as Alastor began to stroke with an even tempo. Squeezing the tip a little harder in his palm in the way he knew Lucifer enjoyed before moving back down.

The room was filled with nothing but the blended sounds of their affection, until finally Lucifer screamed, wings fluttering as he slammed down onto Alastor’s hips as his orgasm peaked. Alastor didn’t even notice the hot release in his hand, his eyes drinking in the vision before him. Disheveled, sweaty blonde hair framing Lucifer’s ethereal face. Mouth open to reveal sharp teeth and a forked tongue between gasps for breath and the velvet sound of his voice. The vice grip of his walls shuddered around Alastor’s length as he quickly followed suit, spilling into Lucifer’s heat with a relieved cry. Both of their chests heaving to catch their breath as their bodies twitched and jerked from sensitivity and delight.

Slowly, Alastor lifted Lucifer off him, both of them groaning a little from the loss. Lucifer waved his hand absently to whisk away their mess as he climbed down from his seat in Alastor’s lap, taking refuge on his tufted chest while Alastor’s fingers gently carded through his plumes. Their body heat mingled as their breaths evened out and synced, and Alastor couldn’t help the hum of contentment that vibrated through his chest, earning a sleepy chuckle from Lucifer.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Lucifer concurred, burrowing himself further in Alastor’s embrace. 

Alastor stifled a laugh as he felt Lucifer’s tail eagerly wrap itself around his left thigh, the tickle catching him off-guard but the feeling of security more than wanted. He kept up the grooming of Lucifer’s wings as a comfortable silence settled over them, quickly punctuated by the deep, even sound of Lucifer’s breathing.

If Alastor enjoyed sleep as much as Lucifer did, he would be jealous of the angel’s ability to fall under in what seemed like mere seconds. Instead, he gazed down at the relaxed, statuesque face on his chest, his immortal heart swelling just underneath it. Beating as both a lullaby and a vow of his ardent devotion. 

His whole world encapsulated in this small, resilient, all-powerful form that he was lucky enough to provide sanctuary for.

“Pleasant dreams, mon ange. I shall be here when you wake.”

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[inuhalfdemon]

We Interrupt This Meeting for No One Can Know...

RadioApple SMUT

Rating = Explicit

Word Count = 2,768 Words

Lucifer fidgeted uncomfortably. It was the third fucking meeting this afternoon!

And, he was horny…

Incredibly horny.

Couldn’t even focus on what Alastor was currently seriously discussing with the Royals that had traveled here from the Lust Ring kind of horny.

For two months before Adam’s attack on the hotel, Alastor and Lucifer had been going pretty hot and heavy. Three, nearly four, weeks after that…they both hardly saw each other: between Lucifer’s being swamped with duties pertaining to the upheavals all across Hell and all the extra responsibilities he was overseeing at the new hotel to help Charlie with, and: Alastor doing all his normal hotel managing on top of having to re-establish and maintain his status as the Radio Demon  during the nights…they both were utterly exhausted.

It hadn’t really bothered Lucifer...the lack of intimacy. He was too busy, too tired, and too distracted with everything else for it to be at the forefront of his mind often and Alastor’s most recent rut only just ended; intimacy would be the last thing on the Cervidae demon’s list of needs right now.

But, then these past few days happened…

Carmilla Carmine had arranged for back-to-back meetings with all sorts of higher-ups from Hell’s other rings: meetings concerning the widespread news that angels can be harmed. Carmilla was currently the only weapon’s dealer all throughout Hell that specialized in angelic steel. She had agreed to work closely with the hotel going forward but, the reality was that many would want to be somehow…involved. They needed to address the issues of availability, producibility, dispensary…all the yadda, yadda…that came with that with concerning the business of her weapons. It was decided that Lucifer and Alastor would both host and attend to these meetings with Carmilla to discuss and negotiate everyone’s interests and concerns so that a process - of sorts - could be established.  

Yesterday, Lucifer’s mind started wandering from him…Today, his body started betraying him…

So here Lucifer was; horny as hell and shifting awkwardly in his seat at the far end of the long meeting table that was adjoined to Carmilla Carmine’s offices.   

Lucifer’s incessant and unflagging erection was maddeningly distracting for him. He was only just wondering if he might be able to pull off a quick wank or a subtle rut under the table when:

“Your grace?” Carmilla asked, pulling Lucifer’s attention back toward the meeting.

“Huh?” Lucifer sat up straight, blinking. “What? Sorry, I-“

 “One of the Royals is wondering what demons will be considered in the distribution of angelic weaponry and steel. Obviously, there won’t be enough for every demon in Hell; he’s mostly curious as to how that will be decided as things progress, and I thought you might like to weigh in on why and how we will be prioritizing buyers.” Carmilla explained. Alastor sat across from her further down the table; smiling and looking at Lucifer with a very sharp look.

 “Of course, my apologies I kind of…zoned out there…” Lucifer laughed lightly, quickly trying to re-gather his thoughts.

“One of the most cum…cum…cumming…” Lucifer loudly coughed and cleared his throat.  “Common! One the most cummin-COMMON issues is, ha, ha…that many demons will want to obtain these sorts of weapons for other, less beneficial means. Alastor, our resident Radio Demon and Hazbin hotelier, will be presenting Hell’s biggest penis for you all…problem! Hell’s biggest PROBLEM in regard to-!” Lucifer was sweating and his eyes had gone wide. The Royals from the Lust Ring were smirking and laughing but, both Carmilla and Alastor were staring back at him in uneasy and stunned silence.

Lucifer coughed loudly, “Heh, sorry…throat’s a little dry…um…what, what was the position…er…question, again?”

“Why don’t we take a break.” Carmilla offered; speaking to everyone, and the Royals nodded happily. “We can re-convene back here in an hour. There’s refreshments and a lounge…” Carmilla stood up to show the Royals where everything was.

Alastor watched them leave; smiling widely.

Lucifer sighed and quickly adjusted himself before awkwardly standing and going to the door. Alastor flicked an ear and followed him out. The Royals had all gone to the table where there was food laid out but, Lucifer headed straight for the Culligan in the corner for a cold drink.

Lucifer stepped aside with his cup and Alastor joined him, his smile twitching slightly.

“I know they are from the Lust Ring, and I know it’s your nature to be…accommodating but, was the crude humor really necessary?” Alastor asked him, unamused.

“I’m sorry!” Lucifer hissed, his voice dropping, speaking quieter now. “It’s been weeks, okay…I’m in a little bit of a tricky headspace, right now.”

“If you’re feeling overwhelmed, we could talk to Charlie. Really, I could agree with anyone that these meetings have become terribly tedious…”  

“That’s not what I mean…Al.” 

Alastor sipped from his water; eyebrow lifting as he considered Lucifer. Lucifer tilted his head sharply; eyes widening as he was giving Alastor a pointed look from him back down to his crotch.

“Oh…OH!” Alastor realized; ears straightening. 

Most of the Royals had filtered out of the hallway and were heading into the lounge. Lucifer finished his cup of water, then stepped to follow the last one who was heading in when Alastor reached out and gripped him by the elbow. Reflexively, Lucifer jerked his head back to see Alastor setting his cup down. Alastor never touched him in public.

Alastor glanced back at the door to the lounge to confirm that no one was watching, then his shadow quickly darted up from his feet at the floor, pulling both men back down with it so that they disappeared from the room entirely.  

 Lucifer whirled around, feeling disoriented as Alastor’s shadow left them to slide underneath the bottom of a door. They were in a small space; crammed in tightly by shelves and all manner of disinfectants, towels, mops, brooms…

“We’re in a cleaning closet!?”

“Yes, now quieter, if you please.” Alastor hissed, turning around and moving items off from one of the shelves that was behind him.

“Wha-?” Lucifer turned around in a circle again. “Why!?”

“Carmilla has security measures all throughout this entire building, no doubt. We wouldn’t be able to slip off to the hotel without her knowing and I don’t like the idea of her becoming suspicious or wondering why we may have left.” Finished with moving everything out of his way, Alastor leant over the shelving; his torso laid out of the top and his hips lifted level with Lucifer’s.

“Wait. What are…what are you doing?” Lucifer stopped his spinning; Alastor’s suggestive posture catching his full attention now.

“I’ve neglected my sovereign, and this is me addressing the consequences.” Alastor smoothly loosened his pants; pulling and shoving them down so that they crumpled to his knees.

“Wait.” Lucifer started sweating, swallowing dryly. “Was that-was that supposed to be a ‘I’ve been a bad boy…’line…coming from you!?”

“Whatever suits your fancy, Luci.”

“But, I can’t…I can’t ward the door if Carmilla’s got this place secured.” Lucifer gulped, staring at Alastor’s deer tail flicking over his tight bare ass.

“Then, we’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t we.” Alastor shot him a look.

Lucifer quickly fumbled at the clasp to his pants; clumsily pulling them lower and reaching inside to pull himself out.

Fuck, he was hard…

“You-you’re sure?” Lucifer asked Alastor, uncertainly – suddenly feeling way too overheated.

“Yes, yes. Just make it snappy.”

Lucifer stroked at himself a couple of times, stepping into Alastor backside. Lucifer let go of his length and slid his palms over Alastor’s waist; his hands gripping at the man’s bare hips – Lucifer’s erection slid over and rested against one supple buttock, the tip of it smearing pre-cum into the firm cheek.

Lucifer licked his lips. “Inside?” He asked Alastor softly.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” Alastor told him indifferently, adjusting himself over the shelf more so that he was in more of a relaxed position. “I can’t say that I’m very much in the mood, myself.”

Lucifer let go of Alastor’s hips; sliding his hand to his own collar and releasing the knot of his bowtie.

“The tail, then.” Lucifer said, deciding something as he slid the fabric away from his neck.

“The wha-!? Oh, of all the lewd-“ Alastor’s words were cut off as Lucifer leaned himself forward and slipped the fabric of his bowtie over the deer demon’s head. He yanked it between Alastor’s lips so that the loop of it slid sharply into his mouth, pulling snug at the corners.

Alastor’s head bent back sharply, and his back bowed as he snarled at the makeshift gag he had been given.

Lucifer tightened his grip on the fabric; adding tension to it as he leant forward – voice low and growling: “Careful that you don’t bite through that, Al…you ruin my bowtie, and I will ruin you.”

Alastor’s ears fell back, and he submitted with a soft whine.

“That’s a deer…” Lucifer grunted; shifting himself so that he was pressed more firmly into Alastor now.

The angle was a bit awkward, but Lucifer managed to work it so that the ends of his bowtie were stuffed – clenched – between his own teeth as he leant over Alastor. It couldn’t have been an entirely comfortable position for Alastor; with his head, neck and upper spine cranked back like they were, but he yielded himself willingly.

Lucifer tilted his hip, his erect penis sliding between Alastor's bare cheeks - the tip of it pointed upward - and he groaned softly. Alastor's tail flagged side to side at the sound and Lucifer took it gently in his hands. The deer demon’s ears flicked quickly back and then forward again at the contact, but he remained still.

Moving his hips, Lucifer stimulated himself against Alastor as he played with the tail - stroking and combing his claws through the fine and silky hair. Alastor's tail was wagging softly in his hands and Lucifer wondered what it might feel like...to have that softness rubbing against the sensitive skin of his dick. 

Imagining it elicited a carnal grunt from him and he quickly shifted himself so that with every thrust of his pelvis, his hard length dragged against the base of Alastor's tail. Alastor's tail stiffened in Lucifer's hands, a delicate ridge of fur rising and standing straight down the middle.

Lucifer huffed, a sweet tension building quickly now.

Alastor shifted his hips and Lucifer's jutted in response.

Alastor's tail began wagging and Lucifer firmly gripped it by the end with one hand - holding it down so that when it moved it brushed wonderfully over and against his cock. Lucifer used his free hand to continue to pet and stroke at the tail, slowly - tenderly. A muffled sound came from Alastor; encouraging him, but Lucifer was already about to come.

The deer’s tail was so incredibly soft...it felt so nice...having it pressed against him just in that way...and he could feel Alastor's heat, teasingly close and inviting.

All Al had to do was lift his tail from Lucifer's hands, lift it and tilt his hips and Lucifer would be sliding insi-

Lucifer's rhythm suddenly stuttered, and he was coming into the strands of Alastor's tail.

He suppressed a deep groan at the pleasurable release of it, still maintaining to stay quiet. Breathing heavily, he hurriedly removed the ends of his bowtie from his mouth. Tugging on one end; he pulled the fabric away from Alastor’s face and set it aside for a moment.

“I’m holding you responsible for the clean-up.” Alastor hissed.

“Of course.” Lucifer grunted, reaching for a clean rag from the shelf.

Sighing, Lucifer appreciated the relief from all of his built-up tension; a touch of clarity returning to him now.

“Fuck…thank you, Al.” Lucifer stepped back, moving to put himself away and re-dress. “All good now.”

“Eugh, I may need a moment.” Alastor had pulled his pants back up and was making some adjustments of his own.

“Wait…” Lucifer stopped. “Did-Did that just get you hard!?”

Alastor glanced back at him, his face flushed.

“Oh! Don’t look at me like that, you lech!” Alastor snapped. “We don’t have time for this!” Alastor turned and Lucifer’s eyes dropped straight to his crotch.

Alastor started reaching for his jacket; his shadow slipping into the closet from underneath the door and extending itself to the ceiling.

“Al…that tent is pitched.” Lucifer told him. “That pecker pole is not going away anytime soon.”

“It will! Just…give it a second.”

“I’ve got a better idea.”

Alastor turned at Lucifer’s tone and then the King had him pushed so that his back was against the closet door.

Lucifer immediately went to his knees and was working at Alastor’s pant clasps.

Alastor’s face flushed vibrant red and both of his ears laid out to the sides.

“Luci…”

“This won’t take long.” Lucifer undid the last of the clasps and slid his hand into Alastor’s loosened waistband.

“Wait.” Alastor tensed. Lucifer had him pulled all the way out now and his shadow was jeering down at them in an insane grin.

Lucifer held Alastor’s length in both hands; one sliding and angling so that his clawed fingers could gently grip and stroke at his balls while the other gripped firmly at the base.

Alastor’s ears flattened lower as he nervously dry swallowed, gulping loudly. “Hold on, let’s just –“

“Help me out here?” Lucifer tilted his head and eyed Alastor’s shadow, pumping at Alastor’s length.

The shadow’s grin widened, and it dropped swiftly back down to Alastor. Hands of shadow pulled Alastor’s own hand to his face; muffling his mouth and restraining his body so that he was kept standing still against the door. The shadow’s face leered over the deer demon’s shoulder; it had a wicked grin and it’s sharp green eyes were glowing brightly.

Alastor growled lowly in his throat but, his shadow’s participation meant full consent was granted.

Wasting no more time, Lucifer slid his mouth over Alastor’s hard cock, his soft lips moving past the weeping head of it – warm and wet. Alastor did his best to suppress the groan that bubbled up from him and Lucifer felt the twitching of the engorged organ that was in his mouth.

Softly pumping his hand against Alastor’s base, Lucifer continued playing with the tightening testicles with the pads of his fingers. Lucifer’s head bobbed up and down; pushing the head to Alastor’s curving length closer and closer to that soft padding of tissue just to the back of his throat.

Lucifer could hear Alastor’s sharp intakes and outtakes of breath; the desperately quiet panting he was doing in and out of his nose.

Tilting his face, Lucifer slowed the bobbing he was doing up and down Alastor’s shaft before he gently started sucking; the tip of his tongue brushing and pushing Alastor’s apex to the roof of his mouth. Alastor shuddered and shook pleasurably from the quickly building tension and when Lucifer’s tongue slid across his slit, he felt like his eyes might actually roll into the back of his head and he softly whimpered.

Lucifer released his mouth, stroking at Alastor’s slick and saliva-coated cock.

“Shhhhhh…Al….you’re so fucking rigid.” Lucifer coached him, quietly. “Relax…lean back and tilt your pelvis…perfect. Now stay still and keep quiet!”

Alastor’s shadow tightened it’s hold, and Alastor let his head fall back.

 When Lucifer took him into his mouth this time, he took nearly Alastor’s entire length before pulling back. Clenching his teeth, Alastor fought the impulse to buck and thrust his hips and the claws of his free hand dug sharply into the wood of the door.

Lucifer’s growl of warning buzzed against Alastor’s shaft when he took him again – broken by a wet gag and a gulp - and Alastor felt his quivering tip slide deeper into Lucifer’s throat. Lucifer pulled back again; releasing Alastor’s balls he jerked both hands to Alastor’s hips, and gripped them roughly; leaving dragging claw marks as he took Alastor back into his throat, again and again, deeper and deeper.

Alastor felt Lucifer’s gag reflex tightening against him and with a muffled warning and a pitiful grunt through his nose, Alastor was coming into Lucifer’s mouth.

Moments later, both men were walking down one of the hallways, returning to the lounge.

Lucifer coughed.

“I should apologize to Carmilla.” Lucifer’s voice cracked. “I think I might be coming down with something.” He made a show at thumping his chest and Alastor sighed, saying nothing.

There was a quiet pause, then: “You know, we should cum to these meetings together more often.” Lucifer croaked.

[minimag1c]

Day 3 of Radioapple trick or treat!

Bones of loved one because we can't forget them aren't we

Immortalizing forever

Day 3 ----->ᵒᵘⁱʲᵃ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ/ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 ✏ 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

Note: I have too much ideas for the prompt of "ouija board", I myself who's into spiritualism and is a pagan/shaman but it will be focused on another prompt in another day. For now, then consider taxidermist!Lucifer who's a bit psychotic and have issues :)

Tw: major character death, bones(I think that was obvious enough already-), human flesh, implied necrophilia I guess

Also it's reaaaally short like really but it has dead dove so yeah sorry not sorry. Plus, both Lilith and Lucifer here are not royalty, just sinners lmao

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"Oh you have no idea how much she means to me Luce..." Lilith lamented towards her friend, toying with her recent necklace given as a gift from her girlfriend Rosie as the shopkeeper looked at her with a raised eyebrow. While he was dusting a few antique triffles and statuettes from his collection, he looked back at the woman, a teasing smile on his smile.

"Oh and pretty sure she also gush a lot about you as well with her friends"

"Oh shush" Lilith rolled her eyes at him while the shorter man laughed slightly.

Today was one of those days were Lucifer didn't had that many customers in his taxidermy shop but not that the demon really minded it. In fact, coincidentally, it was also one of those days where he didn't felt energetic enough to actually put on a motivated and kind facade and would rather just let his eyebags and snarky remarks out.

Most people wouldn't know the reason why he acted this way but only the fewest people close to him such as Lilith knew too well it's answer.

For a small moment, the two was alone in the shop, a comfortable silence settled between the two demons while Lilith looked around, still in awe at almost every Lucifer's creations that were either displayed in front of windows or at the entrance, on his counter and of course at shelves with it's ustensils and ways of creating a four armed snake or multiple eyed goat.

Then something caught her eye.

A few deers' statue didn't had the specific pattern which was specific to Lucifer's motif while between the ducks with horns and black ish tones, there would be red tuff of cats laying there and there.

It was even more flashing and obvious when Lilith saw a portrait of Alastor next to the shelf.

She winced at it.

It was no mystery for Lilith and Rosie that Lucifer's lover have died 3 years ago, succumbing from an angelic spear during extermination and how devastated the goat demon became after that, to the point where he locked himself from everyone around 6 months straight, Lilith almost fearing he would die of hunger if it wasn't for the fact that he was already a sinner.

Now, Lucifer seemed to have finally went past his grief and mourning but still, she would occasionally be scared that he would do another lockdown or worse, knowing how extreme he could be.

And seeing Alastor's portrait back have put her on edge again, sensing that Lucifer's sadness would go back.

"-And did she wanted to go on a date with you or not?" Lucifer's surprisingly calm voice echoed as Lilith went back on the ground, trying to shake her worry away.

"We were actually thinking about it but she's been very busy with cannibal town these last few weeks and you know how murdery these guys can be" Lilith waved her hand as Lucifer slightly raised an eyebrow at her while he cleaned and rearranged a chimera that was sitting on his counter. Lilith bit her lips before she hesitantly asked.

"Lucy?"

"Yeah?"

"... Why are you keeping this portrait?" She eventually asked, pointing with her thumb as the uncanny smiling expression of Alastor, his gaze immediately looking at everyone who entered in the taxidermy shop.

For a very brief moment, inside Lucifer's eye flashed this old him, his wounds still fresh and his mental completely shattered when he got informed that Alastor died, before he rolled his eyes slightly, a small, uncertain smile on his face.

"Oh you don't have to worry about it, Lily it was rotting away in the basement thus I preferred to put it there for now! You knoooow..." he said and Lilith swore she could notice that Lucifer's speech felt a bit jerky as if he really didn't wanted to talk about it.

But then the smaller demon beamed again, almost destabilizing Lilith as he waved his hand around in turn, dismissive.

"But meh! This is just a detail, was planning to sell it one day. Can't bring myself to keep it too long" he explained.

Well that was definitely not what Lilith excepted to hear from her friend plus the decision seemed a bit too radical... But again, it was probably for the best that Lucifer took harsh initiatives, for his own sake.

A sudden unexpected call from the woman's phone interrupted the two's discussion and soon Lilith had to excuse herself for her own music studio had a problem they need to fix as soon as possible thus she had to leave in an impromptu rendezvous. Still, before she departed, the snake demon's mind wouldn't be at peace if she didn't at least check one last time on Lucifer.

But the goat demon simply laughed wholeheartedly at her concerns, finding it touching.

"Lilith, I will be fine. You shouldn't be so scared" He then started to count on his fingers. "I have took my meds, make sure I sleep well and don't try to overwork myself too much."

"I know that but-"

"Yeah yeah, about his creations..." He took a pause, his tone less sure but still firm. "... I will find a way to get rid of them."

Lilith bit her lips, still iffy about all of this but the constant buzz from her phone in her pocket was enough to convince her in some ways.

"If you say so Luce just... Please be safe."

Lucifer smiled warmly at her.

"I will."

But as soon as he guided her outside the taxidermy shop and closed it, the goat demon instantly collapsed on the floor, taking a deep breath.

This was bad.

This was so fucking bad.

Lucifer took a few steady breath, trying to calm down his speeding heartbeat as his fists shook with uncontrollable emotions bubbling inside.

After what felt like an eternity, he reculantly got up, not without difficulty and having to lean on the glass door, and used his magic to pull off all the lights in the shop, too tired to do it manually.

"Breath in and breath out Luce..." He groaned in tiredness, rubbing his face as to calm himself down furthermore, his deadpan gaze looming over the taxidermy shop, precisely on those specific crimson deer with sharp smile that seemed to stare at his dead soul.

He knew he NEEDED to get rid of them somehow in any ways, knowing it was awful for his own wellbeing and psychology. But they thought about leaving ḧ̴̯i̶̢̓s̶̹͝ possession, leaving what remained of ḥ̷͊i̶̱̎m̷̚͜ and his memories. He have already lost a part of Alastor and Lucifer couldn't bear the act of getting furthermore away from his husband.

With carefulness and slowness, he walked towards the back store, hid by a silky black and red curtain, which led to numerous shelves, all sorted with any kinds of anthropomorphic or humanoids body parts: snake eyes, human limbs, ears, jaguar teeth, fingers, lizard tail and many more macabre trinkets all set next to tools specialized in their each dissecting process.

Lucifer, of course, was already used to this sight that would reminded him not only that he was alone but this loneliness was for eternity, his own Hell going progressively worse than him not being able to feel human anymore and being a monstrosity, scarred and mangled deformation between an animal and his face.

The unfinished products and empty jar that were sitting for so long dust started to settled on was a daily reminder of it.

Without thinking twice, he went downstairs, not caring to light up the room until his eyes couldn't discern a single thing, not even a crate nor disgraced old rags. The damp, small room's smell immediately went to Lucifer's system and if it wasn't for him being used to it already, the goat demon would have recoiled in absolute disgust and would have banned this place forever.

But that was not the first time he was there and it wouldn't definitely be the last. This moist and stuffy basement was technically his second home.

At first, Lucifer still didn't wanted to turn on the lights, despite his eyes growing heavy and swaying because of the lack of visibility until he felt something heavy falling yet the sound was not that loud, just enough for his senses to flare up.

Lucifer smiled.

"It was about time you actually manifest yourself."

Without further ado, he snapped his fingers to pull on the smallest bit of source of illumination. Only for a small lightbulb to brighten up not even a quarter of the suffocating basement.

It only highlighted primary the metal table below, a long figure laying on it that was veiled with a grey tarpaulin as an arm stuck out from it.

It had a deep cut on the forearm, dried up blood covering the entirety of the limb.

Lucifer went towards the working bench, rolling up his sleeves and putting on gloves as he put asides his tools and a clean towel before leaning furthermore on the tarpaulin, lifting it slightly until he actually removed it entirely.

"You're still just as beautiful as when I lost you"

Alastor's mangled and disfigured face didn't responded as Lucifer continued, tracing his fingers down the body caked up in mud and dried up blood until it landed on a less gross area, at least the blood was not a yellowish nor mixed with other grim that got caught up with the rest. Lucifer tsk ed.

"We should really clean you up one day dear" he couldn't help but comment.

Alastor's unsmiling face still hasn't responded.

"Lilith went to check on me and talk at the store today." Lucifer started to tell, taking Alastor's arms in his hands while he cautiously set apart furthermore the gap that opened the deer's arm, inspecting if he could see his lover's bone between those tendons and torn up flesh. When he didn't saw them yet, he continued, laughing slightly.

"Oh Alastor you don't know how head over heels she is with Rosie. Really! The two are already together for a while now and yet she still gushes about her as if she was an absolute goddess that can't beat reached out by a mere sinner like her." Lucifer shook his head at the absurdity of his propos while he was still searching for the less painful spot for him and Alastor to dig the taller's bone. The goal demon then added with less enthusiasm as his words were now coated with more bitterness and nostalgia.

"If only you could see these two. They're just as adorable as buttons and so, SO lovey-dovey with each other" he couldn't help but let out another laugh notwithstanding the dry tone in it. "Too bad, you're ill and bed ridden for a while now and unfortunately I don't think it would get better if that continues."

As soon as he felt that around the upper arm the bone was a bit easier to be removed, he used a small saw and metal pliers that were only designed for this kind of operation. However, he still continued to speak with his beau, whom exposed cracked skull started to attract more flies on it.

"Though that doesn't mean I don't give them news about you. It's just... I feel like Lilith doesn't understand what I'm saying when I'm talking about you. She keeps looking at me with pity as if I've gone crazy."

His tone was a bit irritated at the last part while his instrument dug in the flesh, making sure he was careful when it comes to his dissection. "To be frank, I don't know why she keeps insisting about leaving you behind. You're hurt and in need of assistance after all, that's when you need me the most or at least someone who can tend your wounds and injuries.."

He then stopped, now focusing his attention on the cut bone as he tried his best to extract it gently at possible without causing furthermore damage.

He didn't wanted to hurt Alastor after all.

After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer finally managed to torn apart the ulna from the radius starting from the lateral epicondylitis as he huffed in relief, wiping his forehead with his clean arm. The goat demon then looked at the now bend over arm of his lover, shaking his head slightly.

"Sorry for the mess hun. Unfortunately, I left the sewing kit at home and the one here aren't disinfected enough to not fear any skin issues." Lucifer explained.

Alastor said nothing as the blonde continued, smiling softly as he took the now meek and squishable arm that was almost cut in half, as he gently put the limb back next to Alastor's side, hoping that it wouldn't get infected tomorrow after he gets the last steps done for him.

"But I will close you wounds Alastor, just like always." He said, running his hands through what remained of the deer's hair.

Lucifer smiled furthermore.

"For now sleep well my deer, hope you'll get better soon."

And with that final note he leaned down on the cadaver, his lips meeting the swollen one's, his hands going to the tarpaulin as to cover up Alastor again, not before he finished biding farewell to his beau.

"I missed your taste Al."

He said, now completely covering the sinner's body before leaving him in the dark and cold basement.

He couldn't wait to meet him again, hoping that Alastor would return the kiss one day once he healed all of his lover's wounds.

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Is it me or those shits are getting shorter and horrible-

Anyway I have nothing else to say so yeah bye lol

[27/10/2024]

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[mothballmilkshake]

Any Pillow Fort in a Storm - An AppleRadio one shot

Written for day four of Halloween RadioApple trick or treat week!

[discretocincel]

Promises we keep (win your heart)

My sixth story for RadioApple Week 2024, this one for the prompt 'Dancing'! Go check it out on AO3 if you want, or read the other parts on Tumblr in the in-universe chronological order:

Day Three – Watch the world keep changing: The beginning, for Lucifer.

Day One – When skies are black: Early into their relationship, Lucifer is a little insecure.

Day Five – Before we float off in the wind: Keeping the relationship a secret is trickier than they expected.

Day Two – (Still) Craving your kiss: Lucifer can relate to a lowly sinner.

Day Four – Shores that cure: Alastor could see that Lucifer was suffering from keeping their relationship a secret, but since he isn’t ready to have all of Hell find out, he decides to start small, and tells Rosie. They have dinner at her home.

And lastly (so far?), the story for the sixth day, for the prompt 'dancing':

Promises we keep (win your heart)

Just to make sure the news was all the more shocking, Lucifer arrived at Rosie’s party almost an hour after Alastor. While both of their living arrangements were common knowledge in Hell, it was also wildly believed that they didn’t get along. Arriving together might’ve disputed that. And if Lucifer knew his sinner well, then it was certain that Alastor was planning on milking the rumors for all they were worth before the big reveal. Not that Lucifer found anything wrong with it. He himself intended to have some fun as well.

Truth be told, he had never been a very involved king. Lilith was the one who ruled, the one who interacted with the public, the one involved in politics. Lucifer rarely ever interacted with the sinners, until he joined his daughter at her hotel. While he was working on correcting his mistakes after realizing that the good of humanity wasn’t barred from Hell as he’d been led to believe at the beginning of time, he still didn’t interact much with the overlords. He got all the information he needed from Alastor, and he didn’t like it much. With the exception of Rosie and his lover, he preferred to stay away from them. Still, he hadn’t done anything as drastic as making a public statement about it. He didn’t try to hide his distaste for their business, but many overlords still chose to ignore it and attempted to get close to him whenever they saw an opportunity. Rosie’s little party was the perfect chance to indulge in a little sadism and mockery, fanning the flames of their ambition only to pull the rug beneath their feet at the very last second. He couldn’t wait.

“Your Majesty, it’s so good to see you! I’m glad you accepted my invitation,” Rosie welcomed him, loud and cheerful, immediately catching the attention of everyone in the room, including the staff.

Lucifer smiled, keeping his gaze on the leader of Cannibal Town and fighting the urge to locate his lover. He would later sweep the room, make it look like he was simply watching the scene, the décor, but he wouldn’t give any sinners the chance to try and chat with him just yet. It would be best to make them feel unimportant in the beginning.

“You’re lucky I’m in charge of organizing these little soirées,” Rosie said, accepting naturally when he offered his arm to her after she kissed his cheek. “The last time we allowed Valentino to throw one, it was a disaster.”

“I can only imagine,” Lucifer muttered, brow furrowing in distaste while they walked through the room towards the back, where the snacks were.

Like the lady she was, Rosie covered her mouth with the back of her hand to muffle her giggles.

“Velvette helped him a little bit, I believe, so it wasn’t as awful as it could’ve been. Alastor sunk into the shadows as soon as we entered though, never to return.”

“I’m surprised he went at all,” Lucifer admitted, knowing how much the Radio Demon detested the obscenity that was the moth’s brand.

“Oh, he didn’t want to,” Rosie clarified, smile stretching to showcase the sharpness of her teeth, “but I can be pretty convincing.”

“That’s good to know.”

His grin turned mischievous, and through the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Alastor’s shadow sporting a concerned grimace, which suggested he’d been eavesdropping. Infuriating, that even that he found adorable.

The shadow, if one looked closely, never failed to wag his tail when Lucifer granted them his attention. It made him physically ache to smother his lover in kisses. Alas, that would have to wait a couple of hours at least. Rosie was a gracious host, which meant she couldn’t stick to his side, for she had other things to do, and as soon as she left him, overlords swam towards him to get on his good side. Lucifer squared his shoulders, willing himself to be patient and strong. As Alastor kept reminding him, he was a king. He needed to face his subjects every once in a while. He needed to endure.

It took him exactly twenty minutes to grow tired of them and abandon all pretense of interest for their affairs. He excused himself, not as politely as he might’ve done earlier in the evening and made it clear that he would be stepping outside for a moment to be alone, and that anyone who intended to join him wouldn’t be welcome.

He knew that Alastor had been eavesdropping, his shadow wasn’t as subtle as he liked to believe, not to Lucifer, who had a habit of scratching the shadows’ ears whenever they were within reach, and still, the sinner had no shame, and didn’t even wait two minutes before joining him outside.

“Was their company not to your liking, sire? You left them awfully soon.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, going further into the back but making sure he was the one facing the glass doors, to keep the eyes on his lover’s expressive face to the minimum.

“They were… a lot,” he admitted with a grimace.

“I suppose we can cut short our plans for the night, deliver the news sooner so we can go back home.”

“Are you sure about this? Don’t feel pressured, really.”

Alastor shook his head while he reached out to hold Lucifer’s hands in his, bringing them to his lips to brush them softly over the fallen angel’s knuckles. With the sinner’s habit of always keeping a smile on his face, his lips were often a bit chapped, making the contact almost ticklish.

“I want to do this. You seem to forget that you’re the one getting the shortest end of the stick here—I would like to brag that you’re mine, Your Majesty. Unless you changed your mind?”

“I’m not forgetting anything. I think you’re the one who is confused.” Lucifer narrowed his eyes in reproach. “Don’t doubt that most of the people in that room genuinely believe they have a chance with me. It’s you they know as unreachable. If anyone is going to brag tonight, that’ll be me.”

Alastor snorted a laugh in disbelief, but he knew better than to try to argue with his lover, who was as stubborn as the sinner himself.

“Do you wish to go back inside, or not yet?”

“Can we stay here a little longer?” Lucifer asked softly, feeling silly even as his stomach churned with anxiety. Alastor had only just released his hands, and he already missed the warmth and comfort that his hold had offered.

“Of course.”

The bastard seemed so relaxed, too. It wasn’t fair. He was the one who asked for secrecy, how come Lucifer was the one feeling nervous? He took a deep breath, hesitating just a moment before taking a step closer to his lover and posing his hands on him, fingertips curling over bony shoulders, then he looked up.

The lights coming from inside created a nice effect on the sinner’s hair and ears, although it obscured his angled features and softer smile. It was so easy for Lucifer to lose himself as he studied the details on that face he knew so well but never tired of watching, the length of his elegant nose, the fulness of his lips, the prominence of his cheekbones and the coloring of his skin. His eyes, which would communicate so much more than the smile he honed as a weapon to keep the world at a distance. Lucifer loved those eyes.

Lucifer loved him. He had loved him for a while now, and he knew he would for a very, very long time. For eternity, he wanted to say, and he only didn’t because he knew it would send the deer running. Within minutes, they would reveal what they had to all of Hell—or to the overlord who controlled what the masses learned, anyway, which was the same thing. The overlord that Lucifer’s lover had once considered a friend.

Looking back, he still felt a bit ridiculous about the first time he’d allowed his insecurities win, when he’d ended up drunk out of his mind out of worry because his lover would be seeing the only man he had ever considered letting into his heart before Lucifer came around. It felt silly now, meeting Alastor’s eye as he gently rested his hands on Lucifer’s hips, delicately swaying them in tandem with the music coming from inside. It was no jazz, not that Rosie didn’t like it, but she found that violin concerts tended to exasperate the Vees faster, so that was what she favored when they were invited. It suited them just fine; it was one of Lucifer’s favorite pieces, and Alastor loved to twirl him around to the sound of it.

Perhaps it was foolish, what they were doing. It would mess up the plan, ruin the fun, give it all away. But Lucifer didn’t care, and Alastor’s gentle expression suggested that he didn’t either. So, they danced. They were alone in Rosie’s patio, but the glass doors didn’t offer even the illusion of privacy. If he listened closely, he could easily detect the buzzing of Voxtech’s drones, no doubt recording it all. But Lucifer didn’t care. They could livestream their dance to all nine circles and seven rings of Hell, and he didn’t care. If they shoved a microphone on his face at some point later in the night, he wouldn’t hesitate before confessing, knowing that he had Alastor’s implicit approval.

Lucifer loved Alastor. And he knew, without a doubt, that Alastor loved him in return.

[hismercytomyjustice]

…uh oh…

*nervous laughter*

…I still have at least two chapters left to write… T^T

I am going to stop guesstimating my word counts. It NEVER ends well for me.

(side note - you’ll never guess what I’ve spent my day off doing!)

…fuck, this was supposed to be done in twenty chapters and now it might be closer to twenty-one or twenty-two… orz

…this is what I get for starting to become panicky about only being two chapters ahead of my posting schedule…

At least now I’m wrapping up chapter eighteen? Which means I’m currently four weeks ahead (yay, take that anxiety!).

Though seventeen might need a little more meat on its bones…

Ahh, it’s so weird nearing the end!!!

…although that means I’ll get to spend more time on the modern day AU I’ve been eyeing… 人( ๑｀⩊´๑)ᵐʷᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ

And maybe I can finally finish part eight of my Radioapple series that has been sitting half done for literal weeks* now!

*please refer back to aforementioned panic of being only two weeks ahead of schedule

[hawkth1ng]

radioapple week day four: bonding

this one took me forever and it's not even that long lmao

title: i would do about anything (i would even learn how to love)

rating: t

words: 760

[wbhsdo-wafaan-mycwaotp]

Alright folks, I'm back after several months of hiatus I swear there's radioapple in here, there's just a build up of radiostatic angst first. Mayhaps I will post the aftermath in another reblog. Idk man, I just have a lot of thoughts. Whatever. They get married in a few years anyway

Alastor is in school for radio broadcasting, obviously

His best friend, Rosie, is in school for theatre.

They met during orientation, they were in the same small group and have been inseparable ever since.

Vox is in school for Television broadcasting

Alastor and Vox are in the same year, and they end up as randomly assigned roommates their freshman year.

They realized they were both broadcasting majors, just in different concentrations and hit it off from there

it's pretty normal for their freshman year. It's not until things start kicking off sophomore year that things start getting spicy.

Alastor gets hired at the school's local radiostation as a paid intern. He puts a good word in with the tv station for his roommate, Vox.

"He's a charmer for sure. Viewers would love him!"

Vox gets hired as an editor pretty quickly in the second semester of their sophomore year after looking at his portfolio and grades. He's an impressive guy!

Alastor gets a little airtime every once in a while, but not too often simply due to there being no room for a new show

Vox and Alastor are still friends, they bicker back and forth and Vox teases Alastor about how he's just a paper pusher - which is fine, paper is simply better than all of the mess that computers make anyway.

UNTIL

Someone calls out sick from the radio station and there's no one to take the slot on the air.

enter Alastor

Vox is in the editing room next to Studio A, where Alastor is about to go live

Alastor starts the show, hardly looking at the script, and he's an absolute natural

Vox sits there for a second going "Oh!!! He's good at this!!" and promptly can't focus on any of his editing. What can he say, Al's voice is enchanting.

After the show, the ratings are soaring, so Alastor, only an end of year sophomore, gets offered a slot on the air. Four days weekly, mainly on the weekend to save time for classes.

His time on air coincides with Vox's editing times

(dun dun dun)

Vox is stuck listening to Alastor's perfect little radio voice every time he's editing, and it seems like no matter what noise-canceling headphones he puts on, he can't get that smooth voice out of his head.

This does nothing to sedate Vox's ever-growing crush on Alastor, only frustrating him further.

The summer comes around and Alastor is offered an extra day in the studio and a paid position. He's now on every weekday.

Vox is editing one day, trying his hardest to concentrate, but all he can hear is Alastor laughing with some call in, before answering in a borderline flirtatious tone.

he ends up standing and throwing a fit, accidentally kicking his chair into the shared wall.

The sound interrupts Alastor's broadcast. His first on-air call in broadcast.

The two end up back in their apartment and Alastor corners Vox, questioning him on why he was throwing a ridiculous fit and trying to sabotage his opportunities.

They get into their first fight, screaming back and forth for the better part of an hour, before they finally give up and make up.

Alastor, feeling kind, suggests to their boss that they bring Vox onto a segment or two on the TV side of things to give him some on-air experience.

Vox did start getting airtime, a few times a week to be a guest on the main segment, but the studio is broke, so they can't pay him or offer too much extra time. Nonetheless, the audience loves his quick whit and charisma.

The two are friendly again, everything is okay.

They're shooting the shit at Alastor's desk when the studio manager comes up and tells Alastor he's going to be the main guest on the morning news show. This isn't an offer, its a requirement. The people want to see the face behind the voice.

Vox keeps his composure in front of their manager, but as soon as he rounds the corner, Vox storms off without a word.

The next day comes around and Alastor is not pleased with being on TV, but tries to reconcile things with vox by giving him a shout out on the air.

"You know, I'm not exactly cut out for being in front of the camera, a microphone is more my style. But my friend, Exavier Vox, is wonderful in front of the camera. You really need to bring him on some day!"

Vox, who is shadowing the show director that day, thinks that Alastor is mocking him. His pen breaks in his hand, he blames it on the pen and excuses himself to go clean up in the bathroom.

While on the show, Alastor mentions a few times that he's bringing a special guest onto his show, and that everyone in the college should tune in

Vox gets excited, thinking its himself.

Privately, Alastor mentions that it's not Rosie announcing a new show or anything like that, that would simply be an advertisement slot. It's something much more exciting than that. Plus, Rosie's already been on the show too much.

It hits Vox that, well, he's never been on the show.

A few days pass and Vox hasn't been asked to join the show.

The day of the show comes around. Alastor leaves the house looking much nicer than he usually does, even sporting a blazer over his usual suspenders and bowtie.

Vox goes into the office later than Alastor, but spots him escorting someone around. He peaks out of his office and sees none other than the Student Body President, Lucifer Morningstar.

Vox absolutely snaps.

After the broadcast, Alastor walks into the apartment and Vox immediately starts screaming. They get into an absolutely nasty fight, the worst they've ever had. They're throwing pens and books, it looks like your parents fights during the recession of 2008.

A few days later, Alastor is asked to observe Vox's broadcast, one of his first solo broadcasts. When the room is asked for comments, Alastor stays silent. The only time he says anything is to make a noncommittal comment about how Vox should speak up and enunciate his words better. Vox is fuming, and the producer agrees.

He sees this as utter and complete disrespect.

They end up going home separately, but as soon as both of them are in the apartment, the blowout fight happens.

Alastor storms out, slamming the door as he leaves to the only other safe place he can think of now that the studio is closed and Rosie is home for the weekend: his new friend Lucifer's house.

Alastor arrives with a smile so obviously fake that even nieve Lucifer can see through it.

Lucifer invites him in and makes a pot of coffee, knowing they're going to need it for the night.

Coffee switches into wine, and by the end of the night, Lucifer knows nearly everything about Alastor and Vox's dwindling friendship. They two somehow migrated to the floor, leaning against the couch with two empty bottles between their legs, a third being passed between them,

Lucifer offers to let Alastor stay on his couch for a few days while things simmer down. Alastor happily accepts.

The two get close quick. Alastor admits that he used to think Lucifer was annoying and not fit to be the student body leader. Lucifer admits that he used to think Alastor was pretentious and not worthy of all the attention the studio and media gave him.

By day four of Alastor and Lucifer practically living together, Alastor has to step outside to call Rosie, who was already driving home, to figure out this strange feeling in his stomach. Why did he feel so nervous around his friend? Why were his palms sweaty and his cheeks warm? Why did he want to impress him so badly?

You've got a crush, Alastor! Oh my- I never thought I'd see the day!

Alastor denies it for a few days, but finds that he doesn't want to leave Lucifer's side. Maybe Rosie's onto something. She did always know more about Alastor than he did himself.

About two weeks go by, Alastor's been avoiding Vox like the plague, but he eventually needs to go and get more of his things and clothes. He brings Lucifer with him, needing the moral support from his new not-boyfriend.

He thought he had the timing correct, thinking Vox was at the studio editing. Apparently, he had switched his editing slot with someone else that day. Alastor had no idea.

They enter the apartment and it's dead silent for a moment as everyone simply stares at each other.

As soon as Vox stands, Alastor steps in front of Lucifer protectively. This motion snaps Vox's patience. Vox looks Alastor up and down and shakes his head.

"You disgust me."

"I've done nothing to deserve this."

Vox is speechless, knowing he has a laundry list of reasons Alastor absolutely deserves this treatment and worse.

Lucifer steps in to try and mediate, asking why Vox feels like Alastor deserves this, trying to get both sides of the story. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Alastor, ever the instigator, nods, laughing.

"No no! Go ahead! Why do I deserve this treatment? What in the world have I done to you to make you hate me so incredibly much, my friend?

Vox starts in on him, counting off everything Alastor has done to hurt him, disrespect him, and disregard him. Everything he can think of is listed. Alastor just smiles and nods, egging him on. Lucifer puts his hand on Alastor's chest, trying to get him to stop, or at least calm down.

Vox sees the motion and his words die in his throat. He shakes his head again and walks to his room, grabbing his backpack and begins to pack his things.

"Vox, you don't have to do this. If you guys just take a deep breath and sit down, we can talk this-"

Lucifer is cut off by a glare from Vox and what sounds like a growl from Alastor behind him.

"Have fun with Mr. Student Body President, Alastor." Vox turns back to Lucifer and eyes him up and down. "Enjoy the spotlight while you have it, because when the dial turns to a new channel, no one will be around for you."

Lucifer is left absolutely speechless while Alastor is shaking with rage as the door slams behind him.

Please I beg someone talk to me about college au radioapple i am a radio broadcasting major and i have so many IDEAS and i just want to chat

[gildedoak]

Southern Comfort Food Side Story - Petit Fours Pt 2 of 6

This SCF short story going to eventually lead to the new comic series, which will start in January!

Part 1 - Meet the BFF

Part 3 - RadioApple Week Day 7 “Day Out”

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[gildedoak]

Radioapple Week Day 7 - "Day Out" Going to Rosie’s for Sunday Brunch! Alastor made Petit Fours. Part 3 of 6.

Part 2 "Fashion Crisis" Part 4

RadioApple Week - Day 6 "Sleeping"

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[gildedoak]

A small side dose of Sins! This would take place right after RadioApple Week Day 3 “Deal.”

I’m gonna need to make a master post at this rate. I’ve got at least ten more “episodes,” five of which are drafted, and one is four pages - not panels, PAGES - long!

I love reading all your comments and tags - thank you all so much for your support of this silly comic series! ❤️

LEMON BARS Mini Comic Part 1 "Deal" Part 3 "The Succubi Sequel"

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD MASTERLIST

[thatonequeerk1d]

I came up with it during Radioapple week but only started to develop lore at the end of July

Also enjoy these character profiles cause I spent like 20 minutes scrolling to go get it

Main Character

Name: Lucifer Morningstar

Age: technically as old as time

Family: Lilith Morningstar (ex wife), Charlie (father daughter relationship), Alastor (eventually)

Nickname(s): Luci

Sexuality: Bisexual disaster (rip)

Family: A quick fling with another angel (Lilith) but it fell apart when Lilith didn't agree with Lucifer's dreams, No biological children but grew a Father like relationship with a cafe owner Charlie Morningstar (last names are a coincidence and definitely not my laziness)

Role: Fallen angel stuck on earth

Occupation: King of hell

Backstory: Lucifer being a dreamer wanting to create a world of free will and letting everyone have there own fate went against everything that the higher ups wanted leaving Lucifer to be banished from heaven to a new place called hell. Unfortunately something went wrong and Lucifer came crashing down on earth and is now stuck. After trying to get back to Heaven or wherever he was supposed to be he eventually ran into Alastor a butcher who's also known for having a very popular true crime podcast specifically talking about an uncaught serial killer. Alastor promising to be able to bring Lucifer back to heaven only asked for one thing in return, Lucifer's blood for reasons absolutely unknown. Lucifer agrees and accidentally formed an unbreakable deal with Alastor and they are now bounded together tell Alastor has no more need for Lucifer's blood or Lucifer gets back to heaven.

Main character

Name: Alastor (No last name lol)

Age: 28

Family: Mother (dead) , father (also dead), Lucifer (soon), Niffty kinda daughter

Nickname(s): Al

Sexuality: Gay, Asexual

Family: Deceased mother died because she was shot, Abusive father, no past relationship though having a certain TV broadcaster (Vox) being obsessed with him....., no children though raised a little girl Niffty as his own daughter :)

Role: Sadistic serial killer stuck in an unbreakable deal

Occupation: Local butcher and murder mystery/true crime podcast host.

Backstory: Alastor grew up in an abusive home when he was a child his mother loved him dearly protecting him at all costs though he wasn't as lucky with his father to which was emotionally and physically abusive towards him and his mother (also sexually abusive to her) after one fateful night when Alastor was 11 Him and his mother packed up their stuff and left in the dead of night unfortunately they ended up waking up his father and lead to his father shooting his mother four times once in the back of her head going straight through twice in her chest and once in her stomach. After the shooting he quickly left as Alastor held his mother in his arms bawling his eyes out as she bleed to death in front of him. Now in the future Alastor the butterfly effect turned him into a infamous serial killer to which he deposes of the bodies at his day job where he owns his own shop being the town butcher. In addition for Alastor's own amusement he started a podcast simply talking about himself and his crimes (obviously keeping it anonymous). Everything was normal but one night he was cutting up a body when he heard a huge crash in the back alley being careful he walked outside to quickly check what the noise was. His eyes locked on a boy climbing out of a pile of trash bags with big white wings and a halo In his hands. Alastor learned his name was Lucifer and he had been an angel who was banished from heaven and is now stuck on earth. Alastor decided to go with his regular plan and made a deal with the angel promising to get him back to heaven in exchange for his blood to which was so powerful it healed him in mer seconds which was very helpful. But what he didn't know was making a deal with an angel was permanent now there was no going back the only way out was getting him back to heaven which he may have exaggerated on his abilities to do that. Now he had a parasite leeching to him.

Minor character

Name: Niffty

Nickname(s): Niff or Nift

Age: 16

Sexuality: Straight ally

Family: Birth parents died in a house fire when she was only 4 months old, abusive adoptive family, raised by Alastor, No kids

Role: Alastor's sorta daughter

Occupation: Part time employee at Alastor's shop

Backstory: Early in Niffty's life at 4 months old her house caught on fire due to the oven being left on. The roof caved in trapping her parents within and only by absolute luck was the fireman able to hear her sobs or else she'd be burnt too. After this development and no having any close relatives to take her niffty was placed in the the care of an orphanage where she lived for 4 years. She got adopted by a an family of three a mother, father and much older brother though this didn't end up working out at all! Her new parents turned out to be incredible abusive and so did her new brother she'd be adopted entirely to have an escape goat in the family someone they could throw around (literally) and release there anger on. After two years of this at the age of six niffty left in the middle of the night leaving everything behind. She unfortunately lived on a farm so she was left to wander the roads for two days before reaching town and passing out on a bench. She was found by Alastor (only 20 currently) picked her up and brought her home. Alastor would then go on to raise Niffty by himself sometimes with the help of a friend Rosie. Though all this Alastor never officially adopted Niffty they were still father and daughter. Now 16 Niffty is going through school having a minor life crisis and cursing on a cute boy at her school named Pentsious but shortened to Penny. She's living with Alastor in his apartment.

Minor character (Jesus Christ my fingers hurt and I still have the Vees, Vaggie, Angel 😫)

Name: Husker

Nickname(s): Husk, Kitten (Angel's fault)

Age: 28 (looks much older rip)

Sexuality: Pansexual, Aromantic

Family: No biological parents, surprisingly Angel's boyfriend. No kids

Role: Moody alcoholic

Occupation: Alastor's employee

Backstory: Husk had a comfortable childhood though he never knew his birth mum due to her only being a surigan (IDFK autocorrect is failing me) but his family was kind he never had any higher education in his life, he got the first job he could (working with Al) but one night he went to a casino and ended up winning massively this all fell out of hand as he became and alcoholic gambling addict, one day when walking into a cafe (Charlie and Vaggie's) to get coffee to wake him up he ran into a tall lanky boy named Angel which ended up being the best this to ever happen to him. Not long after they began to date not wanting his addictions to hurt Angel he managed to quit... For Angel for his boyfriend and love of his life <3

Side character

Name: Charlotte Morningstar

Nickname(s): Charlie or Char

Age: 23 recently out of college

Sexuality: Lesbian

Family: To absent parents, father daughter relationship with Lucifer, girlfriend Vaggie

Role: Daughter figure to Lucifer

Occupation: owns a cafe with Vaggie

Backstory: Charlie was raised by very rich parents both being lawyers. They were always busy and pretty much never had time for Charlie but still they had massively high expectations for her to become something great! This lead to Charlie just barely making it into college to be a optometrist at 17 (she was really smart so she graduated a year early). One day Charlie was sent on a mission to see if she could find anyone who'd lend her different animal eyes to dissect for a presentation she got rejected by several butchers due to not believing her. But when she came across Alastor he was more then happy to lead them over. (They were def human) After the presentation Charlie returned to the butcher to thank him and after that they just clicked. Charlie finished her degree but after against her parents will moved to the small town and worked for Alastor for a while (unaware of his crimes) when she met her now girlfriend Vaggie and then opened a cafe with her also having a motel on the top floor of the cafe. One morning Alastor popped by telling her to loo after someone while he was gone. She was greeted by a shirt man named Lucifer the two of them slowly started talking and after some time they became like father and daughter.

I CRIED TO THE TRAILER FOR THE WILD ROBOT 😭😭😭

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"SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD" COMIC - MASTERPOST

SEASON 1 Episode 1 - "Chicken and Waffles" Episode 2 - "Sweet Tea "

Side Story - "Enemies" (part of RadioApple Week, Day 2)

Side Story - "Late Night/Early Morning" (part of RadioApple Week, Day 1) / Part 2 "Milk and Honey"

Episode 3 - "Peach Cobbler" Episode 4 - "Hushpuppies" Episode 5 - "Crab/Crawfish Boil"

Side Story - "Drinking/Bonding" (part of RadioApple Week, Day 4) Side Story - "Domestic" (part of RadioApple Week, Day 5)

Episode 6 - "Gumbo" (additional character notes!)

Side Story - Lemon Bars Part 1 "Deal" (part of RadioApple Week, Day 3) Part 2 "Chef Identity Taskforce" (additional mini sequel) Part 3 "The Succubi Sequel" Part 4 "The Pantry"

Episode 7 (TW) - "Beignets Part 1" / "Beignets Part 2"

Side Story - "Tea with Rosie"

Episode 8 - "Shrimp and Grits" Episode 9 - "Cornbread"

Side Story - "Tea with Rosie 2" Side Story - "Sleeping aka 'Food Coma'" (part of RadioApple Week, Day 6)

Episode 10 - "Biscuits and Gravy" Episode 11 - "Pecan Pie/Sugar Pie" Episode 12 - "Fried Catfish" Episode 13 (TW) - "Apple Tartlets Part 1" / "Apple Tartlets Part 2"

SEASON 2 Episode 14 - "Banana Pudding" Episode 15 Episode 16 Episode 17 Episode 18 Episode 19 Episode 20 Episode 21 Episode 22 Episode 23 Episode 24 Episode 25 Episode 26

PETIT FOURS Part 1 "Meet the BFF" Part 2 "Fashion Crisis" Part 3 "Day Out" (part of RadioApple Week, Day 7) Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

SIDE STORIES Cinnamon Rolls Apple Cider Garlic Bread

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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple

tags/warnings: pining, fluff because where is it? i can’t find it, might be ooc but also i don’t care? let my boy miss his man a lot little? 🤭, not explicit but as a general rule MDNI 18+

word count: 1k

author’s note: a gift to @hazelfoureyes & @sugoi-writes but no one could be more surprised about this than me lol i was just absolutely overcome with need and… here we are? 🥲✨ chapter ten: part two is on its way, promise. this was very much a ‘struck by lightning’ moment — rare and cherished. i hope you enjoy and that this aids in the waiting 🙏🏻

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Slow.

That’s how it starts. So slow it doesn’t feel any different than the usual day-to-day.

Routine.

Safety in boundaries. Both sets and manages expectations. It’s slow here, too. Concealing itself as a begrudging task one could get out of. But doesn’t.

Consistency.

Knowing what to expect. This, unlike the others, is not slow. Though quick to some, it appears to all in its own time, and it’s not alone.

Familiarity.

Blurs the line. A line that was never quite solid from the start. This is slow. And noticeable.

Nerves.

Unpredictable. Some days it’s not too bad. Follow Routine, where it’s safe. Other days, the blur looms overhead. Brings discomfort. An itch under the skin that can only be relieved by another’s hand.

Touch.

Tests boundaries. Starts slow. A light hand to the shoulder. Grabbing of a wrist during a laugh. Longer eye contact. A different heat behind the taunts. The kindling of a new flame. There is no going back.

Desire.

Burns. This feels fast, due to the false sense of security brought on by Slow. There from the start, biding its time. Waiting to be found. Always with the intent to consume.

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It’s here that Alastor finds himself, fidgeting with a pen at his desk. Head in hand, mind wandering, and eyes glossed as he stares through the windows of his tower; the Hellscape he called home beyond the pane might as well have been covered in fog. What he was looking for was far beyond the city.

Would he be back today?

A question the demon found himself wondering often. Followed quickly with a correlating, hopeful squeeze in the chest. An ache that wouldn’t bother him as much as it did if it could be satiated by his own means.

Lucifer been gone for a couple weeks now. The halls of the hotel feeling barren in his absence. Hollow without his voice.

The angel had to leave the Pride Ring to perform his annual duties and make his rounds through the other circles of Hell. Places Alastor did not have the ability to venture to, being a sinner.

Agony.

This was new, and by far the worst development. It was slow, like many of the others, but seeped into the passage of time thick as syrup. Making it heavy. Seconds passing as if carrying the weight of the world. Because they were.

Missing someone was not something Alastor was accustomed to. Not suited for, even. He didn’t have the patience for it. The stamina. Roaming the halls kept his feet busy, but not much else. How many laps could he make through the hotel before an hour passed? It was a goalpost that kept moving as his anticipation turned to restlessness.

What purpose was there in having twenty-four hours in a day in the afterlife when time was a mortal construct? Did they count the hours in Heaven as well? Or was this a punishment tailored for the damned? It was positively infuriating, and Alastor planned to have a word with his king about it upon his return.

Even if just to lament the fact that time passing in solitude had never bothered him before. When Lucifer informed him of this upcoming trip, the Overlord hadn’t given it a second thought. If anything, he recalled quipping back about finally getting some breathing room.

His majesty was a generously affectionate creature in private. Alastor only pretended to be burdened by it. His flippant, exasperated demeanor being thrown in his face with spite as he now suffered the nights alone in bed. The evening chill maliciously soaking into the left side of his body without the barrier of Lucifer’s embrace.

Comfort.

Alastor was shocked to find himself craving it with a force akin to withdrawal. This was something he had been sufficiently providing on his own for much longer than he had ever received it from others. Subjected now to use Lucifer’s pillow to fill the vacancy of his arms. It was a poor substitute. The scent not strong enough, the weight too light. No breath. No heat. No reciprocating cling.

The pen in Alastor’s hand broke with a snap. Ink shining against the leather of his black gloves as it seeped in. Alastor couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than watch it settle in and dry. A stain that couldn’t be seen, but marred its host all the same. Fitting.

Why hadn’t he asked how long this would take? In his need to seem unfazed, he had trapped himself here in the liminal space of waiting with no end in sight. The relief of this misery known only to one of them. Without so much as a phone call for courtesy.

Does he miss me?

A lump formed in Alastor’s throat at the thought, a perturbed growl following close behind. Hand empty and paper blank, his anxiety settled in his chest. Heartbeat in his ears and pulsing against his ribs as he trudged back to their bedroom that might as well have been the gallows.

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In the late hours of the evening there’s movement in the room. Air punctured with the melody of soft, even breath joined by the shedding of clothes and boots falling to the floor with abandon. Bed dipping under the familiar body crawling in, the rustling of sheets as limbs entangle without conscious thought.

Close.

Solace, but not enough. Too much to make up for to be resolved with just an eagerly anticipated embrace.

Longing and adoration are pressed into skin through hungry kisses. Starting on the shoulder and chest before moving up the neck, the jaw, the face. A furrowed brow as consciousness returns to the slumbering demon, senses blooming with recognition at his angel’s long-awaited presence.

A proper kiss now as Alastor’s arms guide Lucifer to lay atop of him. Relieved moans and heavy sighs fill the small spaces between them as hands wander and knead and cling. Time finally on their side as they exchange saccharine apologies and heartsick complaints between the touch of fingers and lips. Basking in the sanctuary that can only be found here.

Slow.

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