AppleMedia Oneshots
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Alastor was well aware of the fact Lucifer had started holding ‘business meetings’ with Vox just to get under his skin. It couldn’t have been more obvious – all it had taken was for Vaggie to let slip that Alastor refused to do any more television advertisements when the suggestion of promoting the newly rebuilt hotel had come up – and the king had locked a suspicious gaze on him, demanding to know why.
His quite reasonable explanation that television was a tacky, ridiculous, temporary form of media had fallen on deaf ears.
Lucifer obviously wasn’t as foolish as he looked, despite what his silly attire might lead one to believe. He’d asked around, heard about Alastor and Vox’s little on-air disagreement – and subsequent city-wide power outage – and quite quickly put two and two together.
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- Part 1 of AppleMedia Oneshots
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You and Me and the Devil Makes Three by MothballMilkshake
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
01 Feb 2025
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“You know... maybe having the King of Hell into you isn't the worst thing in the world...” Vox mused, all of the tension returning to Alastor's frame in one go, like a children's toy having the strings through its arms and legs pulled taut.
A crackle of static bled into the air, his voice going dangerously low.
“Ha – what are you implying, Picture Box?” Alastor asked, leaning back on Vox's lap, narrowing his eyes at the other man's screen. The apologetic, contrite look he had been expecting to find was conspicuously absent – Vox looked thoughtful.
Like he was having an idea.
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- Part 2 of AppleMedia Oneshots
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Alastor was not a man particularly fond of getting 'gussied up' for no good reason. He plucked at the lacy undergarments he was wearing, careful not to catch any of the delicate threads on his claws, and grinned at himself in the mirror.
What a lucky man Lucifer was. That Alastor would go to such lengths: his neck wrapped in a collar of silk, sheer stockings on his legs and his arms and a chest piece that revealed more than it hid currently tickling his scars. He lifted his chin and turned in place, tail wiggling above the lacy band of the barely-there set of undershorts he had on – if they could even be given such a name. His ass was almost entirely on display, an asset he'd never considered as one of his strongest, but Lucifer certainly seemed to enjoy it.
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Or: Alastor has a proposition for Lucifer - and for Vox. Made entirely out of the goodness of his heart for the benefit of the hotel, of course. After all, it's not like he wants to see that useless Picture Box again.
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- Part 3 of AppleMedia Oneshots
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Vox was in the kind of scenario in which – if this were a movie – the camera would probably circle the scene for a moment, pause on a freeze frame of his teeth digging into his lip and his arms trembling in front of his screen, his quads starting to cramp a little as he tried not to sit too far back on his haunches because it would make his shoulders pop – and then his own voice would play over the footage, a dry little snippet of commentary about the situation.
You're probably wondering how I got here.
Funny story. Here was on Lucifer's bed, his arms tied together in front of his screen and a cable leading up into the roof. It was almost ironic, in its way, and he had no idea if the King of Hell had deliberately chosen blue ropes but he certainly wouldn't put it past the guy.
At the very least, Alastor had probably had some commentary to make on the colour choice.
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- Part 4 of AppleMedia Oneshots