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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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Alastor comes home to silence.
It's strange considering how much of a night owl you've become since meeting him. The quietness is almost eerie—the long stretch of hall between the staircase and your shared bedroom seeming daunting despite the fact that he's walked it a million times before.
The rest of the hotel is dark, like it's been devoid of life all this time. Even Husk has retired for the night, the bar closed and wiped down.
He wonders if he accidentally waltzed into an alternate dimension.
Shaking his head, Alastor creeps down the hall as to not disturb the other guests between him and the bedroom. The door creaks at the hinges as he slowly pushes it open, not wanting to spook you in case you were awake.
He can't explain it, but warmth fills him from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes when he finally lays eyes on you.
You've fallen asleep at the desk, head buried in your arms to hide your face from the light of the lamp. Your shoulders rise and fall gently with each soft snore, the blanket sloppily thrown over your shoulders cascading down to the floor to make you look like royalty.
The demon feels his grin shrink into a small smile as he slips behind you to peer at what you were doing before you passed out. Dozens of polaroid photos are lazily scattered around the desk, each one dated in the corner and signed with your name and a heart.
His eyes scan the sprawling expanse of photos, dating all the way back to just before you'd introduced yourselves to each other.
He carefully plucks the sharpie from your fingers and caps it before slipping an arm under your knees and the other behind your back. Hoisting you up and using his hip to slide the chair back into place under the desk, he watches as you stir in his arms for a moment.
Alastor carries you to bed, laying you down and re-fluffing your blanket so that you can cozy into it. He sweeps your hair from your eyes and leans down to kiss your forehead.
"Sleep well, Cher," he whispers.
He's just about to whisk himself away to get ready to join you in bed when he happens across the photos again. Curiosity washes through him and, nosy as ever, he dares to take a peek at what your little project was all about.
The demon is careful not to nick the photos with his claws as he lightly drags them across the film, tracing each memory you captured.
Your first day at the hotel, dangling between Charlie and Vaggie as they took you in like a lost puppy. He's not in the photo, but he still remembers hearing your laughter from the lobby and thinking it was wonderful.
Your first time doing one of Charlie's ridiculous bonding activities, where you confessed that you had no recollection of your life as a human. It wasn't uncommon for new Sinners to have forgotten their lives, after all.
Your first time letting Angel dress you. He had decided to put you in something tight and revealing... that bastard.
Alastor's fingers stop atop a polaroid dated to when you first became friends.
He's distracted, looking at you with an expression he can't even recognize himself. Brows quirked and smile making his cheeks cherub—you snapped the photo in his moment of vulnerability when he normally would have vanished from it instantly.
He continues tracing your face in chronological order, your smile growing in each. And he's in every single one of them, never looking at the camera but instead distracted by you in some way.
"People told me you never like to take pictures," your voice suddenly startles him. He looks at you over his shoulder in surprise. You blink at him slowly through your bleariness, the same smile he's seen in all the photos gracing your face. "But for some reason, you've always been in mine."
Alastor turns around again to scan across all the polaroids you've taken of him, dating up until just last week when you had surprised him his favourite meal.
For a moment it dawns on him that he, a demon, should never have opened himself up so much to you. That you were his greatest flaw. That he was weak around you. The thought leaves as fast as it came when he realizes how soft his smile had gotten around you.
He can't remember ever being this happy even as a mortal walking the earth.
"Al?" You say quietly, now sitting up in bed alert and awake from his uncharacteristic silence.
He's still for another second. Then, he swipes the camera from the desk and makes his way to your side. You barely have time to register what he's doing before the light flashes and the shutter clicks.
The picture prints slow enough for you to finally realize that you had been the subject of his photo.
"What was that for?" You giggle, rubbing your eyes from the blinding light.
Alastor takes the picture and slips it into his pocket.
"I want to remember this," he tells you with a kiss to the top of your head. "A memory for me to keep, dearest."
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So I'm participating in RadioApple week on twitter...
Day 1: Late Night/Early Morning
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Could you write a short story about a trans FTM Y/N coming out to alastor?
If not I don't mind!
I'm just starting to come out to some people and want to feel validated by alastor lolll
Mon Cher
You had to start somewhere. But the issue with these kinds of conversations is there’s never a natural point in talking to bring it up…. And sitting people down can be so stressful for everyone.
But you had an opportunity.
Alastor was known for his pet names, often throwing out a dear or sweetheart.
So when he leaned against your side and asked, “Pass me that, will you ma chère?” You froze. Finally. The frustratingly gendered nature of languages was coming to your aid.
“Alastor, I’m not comfortable with being called ma chère. Can you call me mon cher?”
His face stilled, a moment of confusion. “That’s the word for males, dear.”
“Yeah. I know.” A nervous shift in your seat, “Actually, with all things. I prefer he or him and other male coded words. Those are the right words for me.”
Humans have been changing the way they were identified since humans invented ways to identify each other. Not a moment in time has there existed a point where every human language fully represented its people. Nor that every body was reflective of the soul it inherited.
So Alastor didn’t need long to adjust. He knew quite a few dapper lads in his day who had made the same request.
“Of course mon cher. May I have that pen now?”
After you handed it over he let the tip hover over his paper for a second, without looking up, “Did you want to talk anymore about things?”
After thinking for a moment, “Do you think I’ll struggle with telling the others?”
He replied as he began his work, slowly, mostly for show, “Do you want to tell them?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you won’t have an ounce of trouble. I guarantee it.” He looked up now, typically disheartening smile looking soft and gentle, “I’ll make sure of it, mon chéri*.”
Before the silence went on too long and he knew the topic would be changed he added, “Did you know Rosie makes custom suits? Quite the skilled seamstress. Perhaps we could stop by sometime. If you’d like.”
Not only had he truly meant the offer, you found telling him had brought a different kind of help. Sometimes you didn’t have to tell people at all once someone was there to set the new standard.
A day soon after came when Alastor addressed you appropriately in public, “Well that’s too bad Charlie, I need his help with some studio work.”
And the crew looked at you, and you smiled, and they smiled and the conversation would carry on as normal. The only change being a few words replaced a few others and you got a small pat on the back as Husk left the group to tend bar.
Sometimes the first steps are the hardest but get us the furthest.
Happy pride babies! made this very first steps for many people and I hope it was something you enjoyed. Apologies for the delay, i actually didn’t see this until about four days ago.
*“Mon cher” means “my dear”, said to a male person. “Ma chère” means the same, said to a female. “Mon chéri”, resp. “ma chérie”, means “my darling” or “my dearest”.
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Everytime im sad I read your Alastor fics and I get a huge boost of serotonin, Yummy yummy Hazels Alastor
🥹 if I can produce anyone serotonin then I feel like I’m truly living
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my writing VS me irl
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A phone lock-screen commission for LadyGvalentine on twitter.
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I’ll be adding to the GN! seraphim x Alastor fic soon!
hello! I have a question since I’m enjoying a lot your writing, do you perhaps also write for gender neutral readers? Hope I don’t sound rude and thank you anyway for the attention~!
Hiya Anon!
Actually, that's something I pondered over adressing on my blog - so thank you for giving me the incentive to do so!
I am a fully baked, straight-ass fem-feeling woman, and I've always written from the point I knew best - my own.
Which means I've always written my Reader inserts with the full intantion of the Reader being a AFAB fem-presenting full on woman too.
This fandom opened my eyes for so much more possibilities - For the first time I'm enjoying reading stories about male love/nsfw (i.e. Bluest Monday by @bapple), sexually ambiguous reader-inserts (i.e. The Lookalike by @impale-me-radio-daddy), but the most surprising are the stories with a gender neutral Reader, especially when it's NSFW (i.e. LuciferxGN!Angel Reader by @hazelfoureyes)
I am dipping my toes slowly but surely in - for myself - unknown waters. I have to admit I'm still not brave enough to write MM/FF and GN stories (yet), not because I don't want to - but because I want to do it right and most importantly: respectfully to those who identify with these stories. Which doesn't mean I wont do in good time.
But in order to put out my best work, I feel like I need to consume more of those wonderfully written, exceptionally crafted works to deepen my understanding and broaden my horizon. The last thing I want is to publish something that would disappoint the intended readers, or worse hurt or offend.
Do not hesitate to send me an ask for a story with a GN!Reader, though. Because while I don't feel able now - with the right idea and my passion for reading the fellow authors who put out diverse stories more than worth reading on the daily - I might get to that point sooner than I may think!
And again: Thank you for asking, Anon <3
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I saw you repost your Valentino Fucks a Human Sacrifice, does this mean pt 5 question mark? God when I first read that istg my eyes were opened and my legs.
I check tumblr daily just for your content istg, sometimes stopping by to reread your beautiful works, even in public, who needs shame am I right?
Love your work so much! Keep it up, you're so talented and take care <33
It’s still Alastor as the main but he’s that whole story was always meant to have 5 parts, but part 4 ended so nicely and I was so new to writing smut and fanfics that I was SURE if I posted the tags (which do involve Val x reader in a sense) for part 5 that no one would read it because they wouldn’t trust me to not make reader act OOC for the sake of just … shoehorning Val in lol because part 5 intentionally starts confusingly….
thank you so much! Aaah these words make me feel like a giant 🥺💝
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Someone got me drunk (as stress relief?), my asks are always open for whatever random questions or statements you may have, fanfiction related or not 👀💦 but my replies won’t have cute images as my faculties are failing me 👌🏼
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I posted this like yesterday….today something amazing happened ! POTATO!?!? Is that you?! White snake God?! Who did this!
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“Careful what you say, my darling, or you’ll be losing sleep at a rate that will have you begging me to stop.”
Did i draw this with the fic i just posted in mind?? Yes. Yes i did.
It's a wip because I'm tired. xD
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I’m unwell 💥
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omg the Cupid outfit from the Cupid story/ur pfp is you??? Like the photo is so good and very pretty!! Dude where do you shop?
it is me! Thank you! 💘 I felt pretty in it! Also I swear I didn’t make the fic because of the outfit lol that was a coincidence and when I was imagining an outfit for Cupid I remembered I’d just bought that!
here’s a better photo of it because it’s so perfect 😩
I pretty much shop exclusively at thrift stores. 1) clothes are made so cheaply and mass produced lately, I will not spend 35$ on a top that cost 7$ to make and possibly used slave labor, 2) I am very messy and will just ruin anything so why spend a lot; literally got fucking spaghetti on this outfit three days ago 3) I’d rather eat at a restaurant than have new clothes and always prefer to eat my money 4) less trash
that is from a brand called AnkRouge!
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HAZEL. HAZEL WHO I WANT TO KISS PLATONICALLY EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM. I don't know if I can trust the Valentino. I hate him. I will read whatever you write, but damn I am scared.
I accept platonic kisses!
listen….. it’s gonna be hard? lol I struggled a bit writing it. It’s going to be rough if you hate him but it’ll be okay and then Alastor is front and center and we just write over Val.
however!!! I understand Val is the fucking worst, and (((spoiler below the cut)))
Reader will be in a sexual situation with him for a limited time. For a specific reason she has made. That I promise makes sense for her character and isn’t some weird OOC thing. Reader is in control the entire time, in a consenting situation for a specific goal.
But! if you’re not okay with that, which I get, a “deleted scene” of just Reader and Alastor is also coming of just… sweet smut 👌🏼
part 5 is basically an epilogue. I’m going to go ahead and color code the Val sexual scenes, how does that sound? So readers can skip and just read the parts that are interlaced about readers experiences in hell and the after bit with Alastor?. :)
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Is this The Safeword is Radioapple Part 3 live action??
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