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

Telling the news.

Whaaaaat? I'm alive? How rare.

They just go home and tell everyone about their um. Engagement lol.

ENJOYYY
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Alastor’s POV

Alastor had done it. Somehow, miraculously, he'd actually done it.

He had proposed to Lucifer Morningstar—the King of Hell, his one true love—and Lucifer had said yes.

Yes.

The word echoed in his mind like a song on repeat. Was this a dream? He didn’t feel like he was dreaming, but then again, his life had never been this surreal, not even when he was alive.

“Alastor?”

Lucifer’s voice jolted him back to reality. They were standing in a quiet alleyway in New Orleans. It was one of those forgotten corners of the city where no one ventured anymore, the kind of place that practically screamed "ghosts might live here". Alastor had brought Lucifer here because it was a good spot to open a portal without drawing attention—or so he’d thought.

“Is this a good place to open the portal back to Heaven?” Lucifer asked, his golden eyes glinting in the low light.

Alastor nodded, still dazed. He was too busy trying to process everything—the proposal, the acceptance, the fact that Lucifer Morningstar was now his fiancé. But before he could spiral too far, Lucifer stepped closer and kissed him, effectively turning his brain into static.

“What are you thinking about?” Lucifer asked, pulling back just enough to smirk up at him.

Alastor blinked. “Oh, um… nothing. Just… this all feels a bit unreal.”

Lucifer laughed softly, the sound so full of joy that Alastor felt his chest ache. “It does, doesn’t it?” Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Lucifer added, “Pick me up.”

Alastor blinked again. “What?”

“I said,” Lucifer repeated, his tone dripping with mock impatience, “pick me up and carry me. I’m tired.”

Alastor didn’t need to be told twice. With a grin, he scooped Lucifer up effortlessly, holding him with one arm like he weighed nothing at all. Lucifer’s arms wrapped around his neck, and before Alastor could say anything, Lucifer leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time.

“You should take care of your fiancé, no?” Lucifer teased, pulling back just enough to smirk.

Alastor chuckled, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Obviously,” Lucifer replied, pressing a kiss to Alastor’s cheek. “I like seeing you flustered.”

God, he loved this man.

“Now,” Lucifer said, his tone shifting back to business, “let’s get back to Sera and give her these stupid spirits. We need to tell Charlie about us.”

With a nod, Alastor watched as Lucifer waved his hand, opening a glowing portal right outside Sera’s office. The faint hum of celestial energy filled the air, and Alastor reluctantly set Lucifer down before they stepped through.

The moment they knocked on Sera’s door, she opened it with her usual no-nonsense expression. “Who—oh, it’s you two. Come in.”

She led them to her desk, where she sat down with the air of a principal about to lecture two students who had just set the science lab on fire. “How many spirits have you caught?”

“All of them,” Alastor and Lucifer replied in unison.

Sera raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed despite herself. “That’s… impressive. Now, give me the bracelet.”