Obsession . ||A radioapple 📻🍎(Alstor x Lucifer) Imagination.

19. They do service for Sera (whee)

As my exams are over there will be faster releases so....yay. Also im gonna give u guys some spoilers, I'll probably end this fic with Lucifer and Al telling the others about their relationship. So...no marriage or stuff like that, tho- they will be engaged.

Now enjoyyyy
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Alastor's POV

“I hate Sera.”

That was the first thing that came to mind as he sat in this hospital bed, feeling like a science experiment gone wrong. The second thing? Oranges. Lucifer, sitting beside him, was patiently feeding him slices of the fruit, and despite everything, he couldn’t help but find the whole situation absurd.

“Yeah, I know,” Lucifer replied, not missing a beat. He popped another orange slice into his mouth as if this was just another day at the office. “Anyway, once you’re back to your usual charming self, we’ll dive into this ghost-busting business.”

He chewed thoughtfully, letting the citrusy sweetness distract me for a moment. “What’d you tell the others? About me?”

Lucifer’s response was to lean in, and for a second, Alastor thought he was going to kiss him on the lips. But no, he diverted at the last moment and planted a kiss on his cheek instead. Tease.

“Sera handled it. She told them that we agreed to help her as a return favor for stopping the extermination.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “I have a feeling Vaggie didn’t buy it.”

“Probably not,” Lucifer admitted with a shrug. “But anyway…”

He sighed, sinking back into the pillows. “I guess we’re really doing this, huh?”

Lucifer smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You know it, darling. Ghosts don’t stand a chance against us.”

Despite everything, He couldn’t help but smile. Whatever crazy mission they were about to embark on, at least they were in it together.

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, giving Alastor a reassuring smile. "So for now, it’s settled. I’ll come by every day, and once you’re all good, we’ll report back to Sera."

Alastor sighed dramatically. "I want to be sick forever now."

Lucifer chuckled softly, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Alastor’s lips. "We’ll be fine," he encouraged.

"Yeah… fine," Alastor echoed, though his voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Well, there is another thing. The doctor said you’ll be discharged in two days and tol—"

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah..." Lucifer nodded, trying to look sympathetic but not quite succeeding.

Great. In two days, Alastor would have to leave this blissfully comfortable place and dive back into the human world for a ghost-busting mission under the iron fist of Principal Sera. Oh, joy.

"But don’t worry," Lucifer continued. "After you’re discharged, you’ll be back in Hell to rest. The doctor said to take it easy for a week. Then you’ll come back for a checkup. If you’re still not healed, more rest. If you’re fine… then we go ghost-busting."

Alastor let that information sink in, literally, as a sink on wheels—yes, an actual sink on wheels named Buford—rolled into the room. Buford made a beeline for the spare toothbrushes on the table, grabbed them with its robotic arms, and then casually rolled back out as if nothing unusual had just happened.