Mandatory Tastes (Radioapple)
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A few days ago he tried to flirt with him. In privacy, of course, or at least the most privacy they could get in the hotel.
He had lifted a hand to twirl his hair with his finger. His hat promptly sunk down on his head. “Al, I think I lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”
Alastor had looked at him blankly, blinking a few times before answering. “I don’t own a phone, your majesty. And I don’t believe your phone number is physical.” He said before walking away.
Lucifer had stomped his foot in irritation. This would be harder than he thought.
OR; Lucifer's been trying to flirt with Alastor, but to no avail because he actually isn't very good at flirting. Nor is Alastor good at receiving flirting.
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- Part 1 of Mandatory Tastes (Radioapple)
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“Your majesty.” He drawled. “I usually don’t dawdle with other’s affairs, but I can tell that you want to have sex with the Radio Demon over there–”
Lucifer cut him off, bristling. “Excuse me?”
Baxter didn’t falter. “It’s obvious. You have bedroom eyes.”
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- Part 2 of Mandatory Tastes (Radioapple)
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“You’re still wearing my coat.” Alastor said as he combed his hair.
“And what are you going to do about it?” He shot back, grinning.
“Well, I would like it back. It would be undignified to come downstairs in only an undershirt.”
“You can have it back once you earn it, bambi.”
Alastor sighed and set the comb down. “Very well,” He conceded, surprisingly compliant. Lucifer hadn’t assumed he would be so patient in the morning. “Now, shall we go down for breakfast?”
“Oh, please.” Lucifer replied eagerly, already halfway out of the bathroom.
OR: Part three to my Radioapple series, simple domestic fluff! (Can be read on its own ofc)
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- Part 3 of Mandatory Tastes (Radioapple)