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For RadioApple Trick or Treat Week Day 7: Free Day
Lucifer gifts Alastor a Furby, and Alastor makes it everyone else's problem. To put an end to the torment, Lucifer has a brilliant idea: Fuck the Furby obsession out of Alastor.
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The Furby Radioapple crack fic no one asked for.
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- Part 4 of RadioApple Trick or Treat Week 2025
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04 Jul 2026
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Lucifer blinked at him for a moment, his cheeks heating further. Alastor gave him a confused look and that head tilted curiously again.
“You have feelings for me?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Lucifer,” Alastor said, his face softening as he put his hand under the angel's chin to tilt his gaze up to look at him, “do you think I don't? Have I truly done such a poor job of showing you that you believe what happened was because I feel nothing for you?”
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A misunderstanding leads Lucifer into a depression spiral which causes him to shut Alastor out. A little bit of wing grooming, stumbling through communication and maybe at the end a little bit better understanding of each other.
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- Part 8 of Hazbin Hotel One Shots
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24 Jun 2026
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The elevator doors slid open, and the lobby fell silent. All eyes turned to Alastor. Gone was his usual stiff haircut, replaced by soft curls framing his face. The burgundy dress clung to him, its plunging neckline revealing the soft fur of his chest, the hemline stopping scandalously short. Stockings traced the length of his legs, disappearing into high heels that clicked with each step. A choker circled his neck, long gloves matched the dress, and his tail swayed with maddening confidence.
Lucifer’s gaze lingered helplessly on every detail - the soft curl of his hair, the teasing flick of his tail, the way the dress seemed made to torment him. Even his usual filtered voice was gone, replaced by a Southern drawl as rich and smooth as molasses. It sent a shiver through Lucifer.
“What about you, sire?” Alastor asked, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do I pass your inspection?”
Lucifer swallowed hard, his voice coming out rougher than he’d intended. “You’ll do.”
Alastor’s laughter, low and silken, sent another tremor through him. As the group moved to leave, Lucifer followed, pulse racing and one glaring truth burning in his mind.
He was hopelessly and completely fucked.
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23 Jun 2026