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Rory and Alastriona playlist
note: i know this is all modern songs, but Rory is more "hip" and Alastriona just likes to hear him sing
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rewrite the stars - greatest showman (peter hollens cover) as well was the version from (james arthur and anne-marie)
fix you - coldplay
yellow - coldplay
american beauty/american psycho - fall out boy
irresistible - fall out boy ft demi lavato
higher - michael buble
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seas-storyarchive · 2 days
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Maman Deerest - au
au where Alastor's mother is an exorcist angel.
She was picked by Adam. Has partaken in all exorcisms of Hell since she was picked. She remembers her past life, but is trained to suppress it and has done so. And then ep 8 happens.
Her helmet gets knocked off, and Alastor recognizes her. A deer exorcists that looks like him (note: she is also tall for a woman). And she recognizes him, despite everything. So she turns on her exorcist comrades on a dime to protect her son - her wings getting cut off by Adam ("pfft, my husband used to cut me harder than this, you weak little bitch!") and dropped from the roof.
is welcomed into the hotel, granted Vaggie and Lucifer have.. suspicions.
mother and son.. fight about stuff. ("you left heaven to protect me! what is WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?" "boy! why is it that you are down here in the first place!") including.. alastors choice of fresh cuts ("is that another demon?" "yes" "why in hell-" "my friend is a cannibal." "is it that missy hussy-" *insulted* "how dare you compare rosie to her!" "oh, her name is rosie, hmm?")
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seas-storyarchive · 4 days
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Soulmate opposites attract | au
Okay, so remember when I said
Rosie has deer ears and a deer tail
Well, get ready for
Rosie has small dog ears and a small curly tail.
That she hides. She feels so bad about keeping Al in the dark, but she spent so long earning his trust that if she ever told him the truth, she'd lose her only true friend in hell.
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How does request work? Do I need to be specific or offer scenarios of what the characters going to do?
You can just give me something and I'll work with what it is.
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What if velvette barged into the hotel to ask for forgiveness from the 2? She is low-key worried about Alastor saying stuff like “Are you ok?!” “Are you breathing” Everyone is confused bc… it's velvette… Vox’s business partner and Velvette just screaming apologizes for leaving. (you can make it angst with a happy end, and add Rosie, Alastor and maybe Velvette explaining what happened???)
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Everyone was watching Al, at the bar, like a pack of hawks. Stubborn fuck wasn't even supposed to be walking around, but Rosie just HAD to enable him.
"Why da fuq do you enable his fucked up mind?" Angel asked Rosie, who was sitting next to him at the end of the bar.
Rosie hummed into her tea cup. "He's too cute to say no to when he's injured."
"Well, whatever you-"
The door burst open, and in rushed - Velvette. Velvette!? What the hell! Hang on, was she crying? Going right for Alastor. Who was.. smiling? Oh wait, he smiled regardless and.. the crying was new.
"What were you thinking!?" Velvette stomped over, feeling like that five year old who scolded her dad for moving her pictures from the coffee table to the fridge because she hadn't finished them.
She put her hands on the sides of his head, tears rolling down her face. "Are you okay?! Are you breathing alright?"
Alastor said nothing, probably in pain, as he wrapped his arms around Velvette- what what what!?!?!?!
"Mom! He's not answering!" Velvette turning her head ala Alastor and addressing Rosie that way nearly took everyone out. Like, holy unholy shit.
"Oh Vicky.." Rosie had gotten up and walked to them, wrapping her arms around Velvette. "Darling.."
Still too shocked to move, everyone watched as Alastor hugged the pair - trapping Velvette between them. And then, Velvette started to sob.
"I'm so sorry I left! I just- I-" she kept getting cut off by her own sobs and shame and fear.
"Oh baby.." Rosie kissed the crown of her head. "Your father and I forgave you a long time ago."
Alastor kissed Velvette's forehead, "there is nothing to forgive, little doll. All is right."
"What the fuck is going on here?" Oh, there's Lucifer! Walking down the stairs with a new rubber duck to show everyone. Looking at the display.
This brought everyone back to their senses.
"What the fuq is going on!?" Angel asked, pulling his tommy gun out.
"If you make any attempt to attack my daughter, I'll add your screams to my broadcast." Alastor promised with a snarl.
Still didn't clear up anything.
"Well, I suppose the cat's out of the bag." Rosie said, looking about the room. "I suppose we can answer your questions." They had no choice.
"How." Charlie gestured to all of them as Rose let go of hug to move beside Alastor to keep in contact with Alastor and Velvette.
"Well, since all Sinners who come down to Hell are made infertile. Alastor and I-"
"We wanted a child." Alastor explained. "And so we performed a voodoo ritual. Taking parts of our souls and putting them into a voodoo doll."
"Yeah, me, bitches." Velvette turned her head around to look at the group.
Oh.. oh okay..
"So, um.."
"She's a member of the Vees! She works with Vox and Valentino!" Vaggie summoned her spear.
"Vagatha, I swear to my mother, that if you dare-"
"Stop. Stop." Rosie pinched the spot between her eyes. "Al, calm down."
"Dad, I don't need you to protect me."
"Victoria, sweetheart.."
"You'll need protection FROM me!" Victoria jabbed his nose angrily. "What in the name of grandma were you thinking!?"
"I had to protect the hotel, Victoria. These are my chums and-"
"I watched you almost die!"
"Look, darling-"
"What about how I feel about this- hell, what about MOM!?" Velvette gestured wildly to Rosie as she screamed at Alastor.
"Oh, trust me, I already gave him an earful." Rosie said to her daughter, before looking at the hotel crew.
"So.. she's your daughter.." Angel said, lowering his gun, watching the father and daughter in a yelling and talking match.
Rosie nodded with pride. "Yes."
"I see it." Lucifer said. "I just never expected Antlers to be a girl dad."
Without looking, Velvette flipped off Lucifer while still yelling at her dad. The red man did grin at this.
"So, um.. why exactly.." Charlie tried to ask, before Husk cut her off.
"The fuck is she working for the Vees?"
"I wanted to strike out on my own in fashion, and I joined Vox and Valentino because they needed someone who knows, well, modern fashion." Velvette said as she gestured to her parents.
"Hey.." Rosie and Alastor gave her matching smirks, and she matched them.
"Why do you stay?" Vaggie asked her, getting three sets of eyes on her. "With the Vees?"
"I won't let them hurt my models." Velvette said seriously as she looked to the Hotel crew. "They work for me, not them. And I can't quit now, I made a deal."
"Aww, spoken just like your father!" Rosie cooed with a happy smile.
"Greeeeat. There's two of them." Lucifer said, getting a double flip off from Alastor and Velvette.
"So, what was it like, growing up with Smiles and Grinny as parents?" Angel asked.
"Wonderful." Velvette said with a smile. "The best parents anyone could ask for."
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As the day full of awkward small talk and memories gave way to evening, Velvette decided to leave.
"I have to go." She stood up, getting a hug from her parents and hugging them back. She looked to the members of the hotel, "I know you don't owe me anything, but make they don't do anything stupid. Especially this one." She jabbed Alastor in the cheek.
"Sure thing, Velvette." Charlie said with a smile.
"Bah, Velvette is a member of the Vees, she doesn't know anything that happened today." The woman rolled her eyes.
"Right, Victoria." Vaggie said with a smile, liking the moxie on this woman.
"Stay safe, darling." Rosie gave her daughter another hug, and a kiss to the temple.
"Mom." The woman smiled up at her mother's affections, returning them, before letting go.
"Give us a show, you hear me?" Alastor said with a smile, hugging Vel- Victoria. His sweet little Tori, who would ride on his shoulders while clinging to his antlers (the reason he kept them so small, even to this day). "You got all the best parts of your mother and the worst parts of me, so give us all one hell of a ride."
"You know it." The woman laughed as she hugged her father, getting a kiss on the crown of her head beside where her mother kissed.
When the two let go, and the "backbone of the Vees" left far out of even Alastor's sight, the cannibals turned back inside to see the rest of the hotel crew looking at them.
"So, you're a girl-dad?" Lucifer asked.
"What?" Alastor asked the king, not getting it.
"I mean, a dad who had a girl." Lucifer said, trying to think.
"Oh, yes."
"So, that voodoo thing? Where you combine souls?" Vaggie asked, genuinely curious. "I've never heard of it, Heaven and it's keeping quiet on many religions and all."
"Oh! Well, it's a bit of a process - both actually performing it as well as waiting for it to work. It will take a few hours at maximum to see if it actually worked." Alastor said with a smile. "But, it did for us."
"She was so tiny." Rosie said, moving her hands to show how small their daughter had been. "In order to not lose her, I had to sew pockets into our clothes to carry her around until she was about two."
"I kept a few of those jackets. I use them to carry around Niffty some times." Alastor said with a smile. "In fact.." he opened his jacket, to reveal a pocket.
"Yes!" Niffty scrambled up Alastor to get in to the pocket, laughing as she popped her head out thus making everyone laugh.
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seas-storyarchive · 7 days
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Ideas on what to do with this? Story ideas? Anything?
Voodoo Dolly - Au
Velvette is the daughter of Rosie and Alastor. Using a voodoo ritual to put parts of their souls into a voodoo doll. Her original name had been Victoria. (Also yes, she is a cannibal here)
Too ambitious. Too cunning. She was the best and worst parts of them. They still love her, but makes them work for her to show them a scrap of attention.
Bonus: after watching Alastor get his ass handed to him, Velvette goes home to Cannibal Town. She's scared, wants her parents.. and is sorry.
(Any help is appreciated)
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Voodoo Dolly - Au
Velvette is the daughter of Rosie and Alastor. Using a voodoo ritual to put parts of their souls into a voodoo doll. Her original name had been Victoria. (Also yes, she is a cannibal here)
Too ambitious. Too cunning. She was the best and worst parts of them. They still love her, but makes them work for her to show them a scrap of attention.
Bonus: after watching Alastor get his ass handed to him, Velvette goes home to Cannibal Town. She's scared, wants her parents.. and is sorry.
(Any help is appreciated)
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Wine On - Garden Gang what if
Summary: Has light Radiorose, but mainly because the Deer is tired of the rest of the Garden Gang and Hotel Crew
Also: it's my bday today, so I'm giving all of you a gift.
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Bad idea to get everyone drunk off of Al's aged since the days of Eden liquor. Bad idea.
Husk was on a ceiling rafter with Lute and they were fighting over the space, Angel was running around nude with a lampshade, Niffty was running to and fro everywhere, Cherri was taking shots off of Saint Pentious' body as he lay wasted on the table, Vaggie was crying to Lilith who was comforting her, and Lucifer was still chugging the liquor with Eve and Adam.
Where Al was? That was a mystery. He'd vanished after hour 2 of being drunker than anyone had ever seen him. And that was 3 hours ago.
"Guys.. we need to find Alastor." Charlie said, finally.
Lilith, Lucifer, Adam and Eve all laughed.
"What's so-"
"Kid, he sent a text. Lookat.." Adam showed her the phone.
Charlie read it out, "about to go the the flower garden. Don't tell Charlie." She was confused, looking at Adam. "What does he mean by-"
"Char-char, shh. Charlie ain't s'pposed ta hear that Antlers went ta his lady friend's to finally get *hic* tapped out like a light switch." Lucifer said at the bar. "Dude's about to be bow chicka wowed!" This drew a laugh from almost everyone.
"About time." Eve said, slamming her bottle down.
"Oh.. well, good for him I guess.." Charlie said, giving in to temptation and grabbing an unopened bottle to drink from.
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"How'd you sleep?" Rosie asked Alastor, he'd shown up at her place drunk out of his mind and collapsed onto her shop floor.
Alastor gave a thumbs up. "Best sleep ever." He smiled at her, looking at the frilly gown she'd dressed him in. "I feel pretty." He leaned on her. "Am I pretty?"
"Gorgeous." Rosie chuckled, wrapping an arm around him.
"I don't wanna go back to the hotel yet. I'm not about to be the only sober one." Alastor murmured as he yawned.
"Good, I like having a deer to cuddle." Rosie moved her other hand up to cup his face and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you, for not taking advantage of me, in that state.." Alastor didn't elaborate further.
"Oh babe, I would never." Rosie kissed his cheek. "And I wouldn't let anyone else see you that way. You're too innocent for that."
"Me? Innocent?" Alastor chuckled, before his stomach growled.
"Aw, does my deer want a snackie?" Rosie pinched his cheek.
Alastor bit her fingers, just a nibble, grinning. "Yes, but you'll be more than enough."
Rosie laughed, kissing him. "Stay put, lover boy, I'll go fetch you a nice leg."
"Big enough to share? I don't want to eat alone."
"Of course, you clingy drunk buck." Rosie pinched his nose before she left to go retrieve the piece of meat.
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There Alastor stayed with Rosie, talking about everything and nothing.
"Your mother, tell me about her." Rosie said after finally convincing Alastor to let her do his hair, deciding to put her spare set of curlers in his hair to be careful of his ears.
"Most loving woman you'd ever meet." Alastor chuckled. "She'd make you feel like you'd always been part of the household. Give you a simple chore, a cuppa, plate of whatever she'd made that day." He sighed. "I miss that, honestly. But, given my sins.."
"Why not try, Al?" Rosie asked him, knowing what that would mean.
"I.. I'm afraid to lose the only.. I- I mean.." Alastor, the radio demon, tongue tied? Oh, this was a treat.
"I know. I'd miss you too much too." Rosie kissed the top of his head. "The man who taught me what love could be."
Alastor hummed, smiling. "I'd miss how freely you can move me. Like a mannequin in your shop. The only woman who will ever truly have my heart in a way I thought not possible."
They lapsed into a silence filled with love, Rosie finishing up with curling his hair. Alastor quickly returned the favor, using her brush to untangle her hair and brush it out into waves of white before putting it into a messy french braid.
From there, the two danced. To music and laughter. Just the two of them.
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The hotel? Oh..
Lucifer, Vaggie, Lute and Adam were all drunk and sharing a braincell that had them flying around a passed out Lilith and Husk like vultures.
Niffty had flooded several toilets - how? No one dared ask.
Cherri had disappeared with Pentious.
Angel and Charlie were drunk dancing on the bar and screaming karaoke. Eve reviled in the chaos, laughing between swigs of her bottle.
Yup, Alastor would be one angry deer when he came home. Especially concerning the snapping gators that had just escaped his room - thanks Niffty.
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Alastor returned the next morning, Rosie having driven him to the hotel herself, opening the door. What greeted his curly head was a disaster. A mess. Shit he was NOT dealing with. He closed the door and walked back to Rosie's car, sliding across the hood and then getting into the passenger seat.
"That bad?" Rosie asked with a laugh.
Alastor nodded. "I'm just going to hang about Cannibal Town today."
"Perfect. Oh, hey! Let's go to the theater! They have black and white shows today." Rosie started to drive away from the hotel.
"Rosie, take me on your magic journey. Be my guide." Alastor said, turning the radio on to jazz.
"As you wish, my dear deer." Rosie laughed as they sped down the road, soon joined by Alastor.
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seas-storyarchive · 9 days
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Any writing prompts for genderbent Radiorose?
Rory = male Rosie
Alastriona = female Alastor
Note: these will also be posted to ao3 in my one-shot collection.
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crossover request.
Alastor is the adoptive father of Moxxies Mother Eloise and made a soul deal with her when she moved away. Years later he meets Moxxie thinking he’s Crimson.
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Alastor.. never really thought he'd be a father. He did regret not leaving his mother any grandchildren after he died, but.. courting a woman hadn't even been on his mind at the time - a creole man making it on to radio, including his extracurriculars.. not a moment to spare.
But here, in hell, he had all the time. As well as a new little one to spend it on. A little baby imp he'd plucked up after an extermination, who's parents had been killed. Little lady had plenty of moxie, fussing against him at first when he'd plucked her up. Only to relax into his arms after a moment.
"My, my.. what a strong little lady you are." Alastor said, now at home and giving the baby a bottle. "Quite the spirit." As he watched her drink, he smiled. "I think I'll call you Eloise. Yes, a fine name for a wonderful little lady."
Okay, so maybe - just maybe - impulsively adopting a baby girl was a bad idea. But.. consider.. Alastor actually had an itch to scratch with his feelings of not having children before death.
He made sure Eloise had everything she needed to succeed in life, teaching her to be a proper lady, and even teaching her some of her grandmother's recipes- not pass them, the memories of his mother, along to his child?? Alastor would rather die again, thanks.
Teaching her to dance, how to speak French, that Jazz was superior music and radio was the best medium to express oneself. It was perfect. And she taught him things too. Patience, happiness, love, every little lesson a parent needed.
The day Eloise brought Crimson home? Alastor nearly waged war upon the demon imp. Nearly. He knew what a sleazeball was, how they acted, and tried to discreetly warn his daughter. But.. Eloise was as stubborn as him, curses. And, one day..
"I'm going to marry him, and move to the Wrath ring. Regardless of if you approve or not, daddy." She said to him, the day before she left actually.
Well.. "I expected this.." Alastor produced a radio and a contract. "This radio belonged to your grandmother, princesse." As Eloise took the radio in her arms, he continued. "It should still pick up my broadcasts, should you want to hear me."
"Oh daddy." Eloise looked from the radio to Alastor, a smile and tears in her eyes. She then noticed the contract, "daddy? What's that for?"
"This, princesse, will let me know how you're doing and if you should need me." Alastor said.
Eloise laughed softly. "Oh daddy, I'll be okay." She smile, signing it anyway. "But I'll sign it, just because I love you."
Alastor smiled, dropping to his knees to pull his daughter into a hug. "Oh, my petite princesse." He kissed her forehead. "I'll keep your favorite station going, always playing your favorites. Day and night."
"Merci papa." The red imp gave her father a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.
"Soyez en sécurité maintenant." Alastor said as he stood up. "Don't make me break all the rings to come find you, princesse."
"I promise I won't, daddy." Eloise said, tears running down her face as she smiled. "Smile daddy, I won't have you without one on the day I leave."
Alastor honored her wish, smiling as she turned and left the house, went off the small porch, and to Crimson's waiting car. He stood and watched them drive off, staying put for hours, before he made his way to the attic for his radio show.
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Moxxie always listened to his mother, and well.. with his mother. To the old radio that belonged to his great-grandmother. To the station that was always playing.
Sometimes there would be a voice on the station, a soft one who introduced songs or told jokes that were obviously dated, dad jokes.
Moxxie, an observant tot, noticed his mother would always laugh at each one. "Maman, why are you laughing? Those jokes aren't even funny."
"Oh Moxxie, bebe, I forgot. You know this voice on the radio?" Eloise was ashamed of herself, pulling Moxxie onto her lap.
Moxxie nodded. "Yeah.."
"Well, that's your grandfather. He works in radio." Eloise said with a smile.
"Why don't we see him?" Moxxie asked, looking up at his mother.
"Well, bebe.. he and your daddy don't get along. And he doesn't live in Wrath."
"Where does he live?"
"He lives, and don't ever tell your daddy I told you, in the Pride ring."
Moxxie's eyes widened. "He's a mortal?" Even toddlers knew only Mortal Sinners existed on Pride.
Eloise nodded. "Hmm. But he's such a sweet an' loving man." Her smile softened. "I hope we can visit him, one of these days. He'll love you."
Moxxie nodded with a smile. He hoped so. His grandfather sounded nice!
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The day Alastor felt the contract break - was a dark day indeed. He saw the contract break into bits, and so did his heart. He sobbed in front of the fireplace.
"I- I'm going to kill you, Crimson! Mark my words! You'll be a dead imp when I find you!"
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Moxxie, now a teenager, curled on his mother's chair. He held the radio, tears in his eyes. There was no music. No voice. No static. There was silence.
"Grandpa.. I- I need to hear your voice.. please.." Moxxie sobbed, clutching the radio tighter.
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Millie looked at the old radio that her husband had on the coffee table. It had been there since she had moved in, since they got married..
This thing never worked. Just sat there. It was so old. To the point the whole thing was hanging on to a former shell of its glory with duct tape and hope. Moxxie's hope. For what? He never explained. He always just told her it was and heirloom - his great-grandmother had it, his grandfather passed it to his mother, and now it was his.
She jumped when Moxxie called in from the kitchen. "Millie! The beignets are ready!" The mysteries of the radio could wait. It's beignet time!
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It was Blitz's idea. To go to the Pride Ring. Where there were sinners and debauchery and.. well, it wasn't all that different from Imp City.
Oh! Moxxie had an idea!
He heard the Radio Demon was back. Maybe- just maybe.. he could get his mother's radio back to working order! Maybe he knew his grandfather! He carefully packed the radio, and a photo of his mother, into his backpack before they had to leave.
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"Hey Al? Um.. who's this?" Alastor had been sitting in his chair, whilst everyone was watching a movie, looking at an old scrapbook. And Charlie had seen one of the pictures.
"This is my daughter." He admitted, smiling as he looked at the picture she had sent him of her wedding to that bastard Crimson - his half was ripped off, by Alastor when that photo arrived.
"No fuckin' way!" Angel was now paying attention.
Alastor nodded, turning the pages to the beginning before flippping the book to show them.
"My daughter, Eloise." He gave them a few seconds to look before flipping the page. "I found her after an extermination."
Charlie cooed at a photo of the little black haired imp with her hair in two puffs while she wore a pink spring dress. "She's so cute!"
"She.. she was my whole world.." Alastor said, his voice heavy, as this was too much. "I.. I'm sorry, I.." he closed the book, and pulled it back to his chest, covering his eyes with one hand as he sobbed.
Lucifer appeared on the arm of his chair, giving the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Antlers.. I- I didn't.. I'm sorry, for your loss."
"Alastor.." Vaggie stood up, concerned.
"She- she was taken.. b- by that fucker!" Alastor spoke through his radio, even that was affected.
"Who? Tell me whos I gotta kill fer hurtin' my buddy's familia!" Angel stood up with a 12 gauge in hand - where the hell did he.. nevermind.
"C-"
There was the slamming open of a door.
"Sir!"
"Shut it, Moxxie! You were the one who wanted to see if the Radio Demon was here!"
"Oh.. adoring fans, I see." Hold the fucking phone! The radio and book were gone, and Alastor was back to normal. Fucking psycho. "Come, chums." He instructed, and everyone else just went along with it, "let us greet these wayward.."
There were three red imps standing there. One had large horns, another had black hair and the final one had white hair.
"Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" Charlie greeted the imps. "I don't know how far imps will get, as it's a first for everyone, but-"
"Whoa! Whoa, lady.. look, we don't want your shitty happy hotel shit." Said the tallest imp.
"Mister Blitz, sir!" The black haired imp scolded. "That's the princess!"
The white haired one spoke up. "Um, what my boss," he gestured to the tallest imp, "and my wife Millie," he took the hand of the black haired imp and kissed it, "mean is.. we're looking for the Radio Demon. See.." He removed his backpack and pulled out the busted radio - only to get attacked by a tendril, dropping the radio and breaking it even further, pinning him to the wall and choking him.
Alastor's eyes were black voids, with radio dials in the center, his teeth flashing as he spoke. "W̸̩̟̋h̷̼͕̆̉ÿ̵̩̣͘ ̶̹͊ḏ̷͛̓o̶̫̽ ̸͓̍̄ͅŷ̶̯̖͠o̸͔͝ṵ̴̮͂ ̶͖̀h̸̗͆a̷̮͓͛v̷̧̌é̴̻̊ ̸̞͝͠m̴̧̰͊̀y̷͔̔̒ ̵̰̲̀̆d̷͔̒͜͝a̸͓̔̂ū̴̱̆g̴̱̈́h̴͚̺̅̅t̶͉͇͗̏e̶̱̽r̴̺̙̃̄'̴͉͋̕s̴̖͌͒ ̴̬̌r̸̗͕̊͝ǎ̵͕̈ͅd̴͈̳̿i̵̯̎̀o̴̫͇̾?"
"It-" Moxxie coughed. "It was my mother's.." he gasped for air, and was ripped from the wall by the tentacle to be face to face with the demon. "M- my dad i- is Crimson.. E- Eloise w- was my mother.." he could barely breath, his vision was failing.
"Drop him!" Blitz pulled out a rifle, sticking his fingers in his mouth and whistling, at the same timd Millie pulled out hers.
"Al!" Charlie tried to calm him down. "Look at him, do you see anything of your daughter in him?"
Alastor was quiet, staring at the demon, before dropping him.
Moxxie coughed, wiping tears from his eyes as he rubbed his eyes. "M- Mom said.. said you worked in radio.. d- didn't think.. you know, sir.."
"Drink." Alastor handed the imp a glass of water, which he drank from.
"What in the world is the matter with you!?" Millie kept her gun trained on Alastor as she walked to her husband, the deer backing away to allow her space.
"You probably just want this," he snapped his fingers, and the radio repaired itself, "fixed and to go about your business-!"
A white shape that was snarling and snapping attacked Alastor. As the hellhound scratched and bit him, Alastor screeched like the seven circles of hell were ripping him apart.
"Loona! Stop!" Moxxie grabbed the gun and shot it into the ceiling. Granted, that made him dizzy from moving so fast, but he had more important things to worry about.
Loona, surprised by the noise, backed up. She kept her eyes on the Radio Demon, snarling as she moved back to her dad.
"Mox! He almost killed- whoa whoa!" Blitz dropped his gun.
"I don't blame my grandfather for that. I look like my dad, and I wish I looked more like my mom.." Moxxie said, lowering the shotgun.
"You have her spirit, kid. You got moxie, in spades, even." Alastor joked, making everyone save for Moxxie groan, sitting up. He offered him a hand. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. Alastor, pleasure to meet-"
Moxxie dropped the gun, turned around and hugged the man, who hugged him back. "You hug like her. I missed her hugs.." he sobbed. "I- I missed hearing your jokes on the radio.. e- even if you weren't in my life, I- I still-" his choked on a sob.
Alastor hugged the little imp close. "Oh, non, non.. grandpa's here. I've got you, mon petite prince."
After watching this for a few minutes - not a soul on either side of the room spoke - Moxxie and Alastor separated.
"Let's start over." Moxxie said with a smile, before clearing his throat and holding out a hand. "My name's Moxxie, pleasure to meet all of you. Truly a pleasure."
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seas-storyarchive · 9 days
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2 for 1 combined request because yes.
Protection - genderbent au
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In the beginning, after Alastriona introduced herself as an overlord.. things got tense.
"Look, pops." Vox said to Rory, the television faced man had invited Rory to a club to talk. "Alastriona is WAY out of your league. Way closer to my tastes and all."
Pfft. This fool wished. "Hmm.." Rory wasn't going to touch his drink, not trusting anyone in this club. Goodness, it was disorienting. "Well, I suppose you'll have to try harder, my good man. For Alastriona is unmatched." He put a tip under his drink and walked out of the club, leaving a drunk Vox to stew in anger when he finally realized what happened.
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Cut to when Rory and Alastriona began a courtship, it was very lowkey. He was ever a gentleman, her being a proper lady.
This? Well.. it occured during a monthly meeting of the Overlords.
"Allow me." Rory pushed Alastriona's chair in a bit so she was closer to the table.
Alastriona smiled at him. "Why thank you, Rory. Such a dear." She joked, her ears flicking.
"Hey! Hey Alastriona!" Great.. "I heard you'd be here! I got these for you!" A bouquet of red roses was shoved into her face.
Don't pull out the handgun. Don't pull out the handgun.
"Well, I suppose I should thank you Vox, truly lovely collection of flowers and- oh, tsk." Alastriona's tone was taunting and sarcastic as she took the bouquet, and all the flowers died the moment her fingertips touched it. "I'm afraid my thumbs aren't very green. So sorry-"
"No! No, it's fine!" Vox threw the bouquet away, onto Rory - who ignored the flowers coming back to life in his presence- grinning like a fool at the overlord as he pulled a box out from behind his back. "The finest chocolates in all of the underworld, for you!"
The entire room, apart from Vox, all mentally asked themselves - didn't Vox realize that Alastriona hated sweets? They assumed it was well known!
"Ah, thank you, Vox." Sarcasm and annoyance were not being captured in 4K by the television, it seemed. "But, I am afraid this is ill timed, as I am watching my figure. And am not much for chocolates."
Vox looked a bit crushed, looking past Alastriona to see Rory smirking. He was not about to lose to some - some - founding father, rose pimp looking bitch! "Well, let me know what you want and it's yours!" Vox said to Alastriona. "Anything! No price is too high!"
"Anything?" Alastriona asked, playing with Vox's emotions hardcore as she batted her doe eyelashes at him.
Vox nodded, grinning like a fool again. "Anything.." Oh, Alastriona had him. Poor sucker.
"What I want, Voxxington," oh, watching Vox being so desperate was delicious.. but now was time for him to go eat dirt, "is for you to recognize that when a lady is already in a courtship." She took Rory's hand, interlocking their fingers. "It is highly improper, extremely childish - much like your style of dress - and very rude."
Vox's face, when he finally realized he lost when Rory pulled up Alastriona's hand to kiss the back of it, was that of a broken man. He looked so defeated. Oh, Alastriona wished she had a camera.
The meeting went as normal after that, Vox was silent. Too shocked to say another word. Focusing on Rory and Alastriona's held hands that rested on the table.
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Cut to current day:
"Alastriona! I have come for you, darling!"
Alastriona, who sat on a balcony overlooking the lawn, frowned into her mug of coffee.
"Dhis fuck again?" Angel asked, not looking up from his project, sitting at the table across from her to paint her nails.
"Sadly, my effeminate fellow." Alastriona said softly. She tapped her foot, sending her shadow to inform Charlie of their.. unwanted guest. How she missed her staff.
"Come on, babe! Let's get out of this loser hotel!" Vox saw her, finally, his smile becoming a jealous frown. "And go be in the company of people more OUR style!"
"Do you think he'll ever realize his style came from a dumpstah?" Angel asked, checking the shiny purple nail polish. "Hm.. what'chu think?"
Alastriona snorted. "Perhaps that's also where he picked up his personality!" She smiled as Angel laughed, looking at her hand. "I love it! Do you have the same color, but with glitter?"
Her question was met with a wide grin. "I sure as shit do toots!" He dug through his supply to find it.
"Vox, get out of here!" Oh, their show was back on! Angel paused to look over the ledge with Al, seeing Charlie and the rest of the gang ready to kick Vox's ass.
"Should I get my piece?" Angel asked, going back to digging.
"No, no. I'd like to get my nails done please, darling."
"Sure thing, toots." He found the requested polish, starting to paint the rest of her nails.
"You fuckers don't get it!" Vox snapped to the hotel residents. "I saw her first! That found father, pimp lookin, flower patterned fucker stole her from me!"
"How DARE you insult Mister Rory!" Niffty was on Charlie's shoulder, brandishing a knife - with dried exorcist blood on it. Ah, Niffty, darling dear.
"Piss off!" Vaggie's spear was inches from Vox's screen.
"No! I'm not leaving until Alastriona admits she made a mistake and comes with me!" Vox said, smacking the from his face, looking up at the balcony. "You hear me, Alastriona! You made a big mistake! But it isn't too late, babe! Come make the right choice!"
"Go kick rocks, Vox~" Alastriona sang, making Angel laugh.
"But you're supposed to be with me! Not that old timey, founding father-looking, pimp dressing, floral patterned bitch!" Vox stomped his feet like a toddler.
"At least my darling Rory has an actual persona that isn't a picture on a screen!" Alastriona really went there. Holy shit.
"Dayum toots! Save some for the rest of us!" Angel was loving this. It was beautiful.
"You fuck- fucking whore!" Oh, oh there it is. "Get down here, make the right choice, and MAYBE I'll-"
The sound of a shot being fired, and the defeating noise of breaking glass was heard. Vox had a hole in the corner of his television set, a crack from the hole to the other side of his head.
"Wha-"
Rory, abandoning his gun - still full of bullets by the way, tackled Vox down to the ground and began to claw and rip and bit at the man while snarling, "insult my wife again! Do it! Do it you tacky piece of-" his hair had elongated, breaking free from the hair tie that held it, as had his teeth and claws.
Alastriona whistled from the balcony before fanning her face. "Oh, how I love the sight of a working man!"
Angel chuckled. "Well, after this, you can tap that."
"Pfft. Oh hush you." Alastriona grinned at him with a blush.
"What I'm just sayin-"
The sound of high pitched screaming, mixing with the sound of tearing bones and wires was heard along with a snarl that was more of a roar.
"Leave! If I catch wind of you here or near my wife again, I will rip off the rest of your limbs and use them as mounts for the clothing in my shop!" Rory roared in Vox's face before getting off of him, holding an arm with frayed wires in his hand.
Vox took that as his cue to run off, with one less arm - the place of breakage with sparks and oil and blood spurting everywhere.
"Niffty darling," Rory held out his other hand, "my handgun, if you please." And, when he had it, he took a few (deliberate) pot shots - he might have gotten a bit too ambitious and actually hit the man in his leg, but worth it - at Vox to help nail the message home.
"My hero!" Alastriona called from the balcony as Rory's features shrank back to normal.
"All in a day's work, my beloved." Rory proudly puffed out his chest as he slid the gun back into his coat.
"You two are sick.." Vaggie said, impressed by also horrified.
"Then I hope to never find a cure." Rory said as he pranced back into the hotel, swinging his prize to and fro like a happy school boy who got a new toy.
"You are good to go and tap it." Angel said with a grin.
"Shut up." Alastriona smacked a twenty onto the table.
"Drop another twenty and I'll do your makeup."
"How about a fifty for hair AND makeup?" Alastriona pulled out the bill.
"You desperate floozy, say less! I'm in!" Angel snatched the bill. "Come with me to my office! I'll even throw in a free outfit consultation!" He led her off the balcony, into the hotel, and to his room.
"Bets on how long it'll take for boxxy boy to forget the memo?" Husk asked as they all filed back into the hotel.
"A week." Vaggie groaned as her spear disappeared.
"I betting 24 hours." Charlie said, getting a nod from Niffty.
"You think that fucker would be that desperate?" Cherri asked.
There was the sound of spitting - Rory had apparently tried Vox's arm, and spat the bit he tried into a napkin.
"What's the verdict, Mister Rory sir?"
"Horrible, Niffty dear. Just plain terrible." Rory said as he snagged the closest bottle from behind the counter, poppped the top, and chugged.
"Where are Angel and Antlers?" Lucifer asked, having seen them leaving the balcony.
"Right here, Luci baby!"
Angel walked down the stairs, with his makeup done. And he wasn't alone.
Alastriona was with him. Wearing heels, a red skirt that covered her knees but left the rest of her legs below bare, a form fitting black shirt with a red short jacket, and her long hair in curls, which highlighted the make up on her face.
"Look at this sexy bitch!" Angel said, hyping up his newly found make up buddy. No one said anything, and nope. Not gonna pass. "I said LOOK!"
Charlie, fighting her bisexual brain, grinned. "Oh my gosh, Al! You look amazing!"
Vaggie nodded, her lesbian brain broke.
Husk just gave a thumbs up, pounding a bottle.
Niffty was moving around Alastriona, going a mile a minute in compliments.
Lucifer nudged Rory, wiggling his eyebrows.
Rory was.. well, the bottle was on the floor and spilling everywhere, his mouth was hanging open and sockets were wide.
"Well, Grinny? What do you have to say- whoa! Hello!"
Rory was on his knees, before Alastriona, holding her hand in his as he kissed it repeatedly. He looked up to her face, adoration on his, "you are gorgeous, my darling."
There was a mixture of "awwws" and gags. It was a fun to watch the two stuttering around each other for the rest of the afternoon.
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Another request. From @minilollypop
Best friend - genderbent au
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The whole gang, save for Charlie it seemed, was just.. dumbstruck.
Alastriona, THE Radio Demoness, touch averse queen herself.. was allowing for this well dressed, rose pimp lookin' fuckin' schmuck move her around like she was his toy doll or some shit.
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Husk knew better than to touch Alastriona. He'd tried, once, and she used the chain around his neck to pull him away and threatened him with death if he ever tried to touch him again.
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Angel had been smacked with her microphone cane.. walker.. thing. All he did was brush up against her arm. And she screamed at him that he was a pervert and- she looked angry and, afraid? Is that it?
He'd learned not to touch Alastriona after that, and even ask her about her day, getting sarcastic answers but that was fine.
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Alastriona hated Lucifer. He didn't know why. She was reminded of her father, mostly his attitude.
And she DIDN'T want him to touch her. Ew. No. She'd rather rip off and eat Vox's arm.
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But yeah.. this pimp lookin' schmuck was freely hugging her close, her even nuzzling cheeks with this fuck.
Vaggie was stupified at this.
Husk wanted a drink, screw it being 9am.
Angel wanted to make a sex joke, but he knew that it wouldn't end well so he shut up.
Cherri found this.. cute? Would she and Pentious be this cute?
Niffty was happy that Alastriona was happy. And they had a Matching Aesthetic!
Lucifer wasn't impressed. He found this Rory guy to be tacky. Miss Antlers sure had a certain way to pick her men.
"Who the hell is this guy!?" Vaggie snapped, pulling out her spear.
"Oh! Apologies, Vagatha, everyone." Alastriona said, now on her feet, a hand on Rory's shoulders. "This is the most daring, dangerous, overlord in his pocket of the pentagram, Rory!"
Rory moved Alastriona's hand from his shoulders before he bowed to everyone. "Hello, everyone. It is a pleasure."
"Dha fuq is yous and Smiles relationship, Grinny?" Angel asked bluntly.
"Angel!" Charlie snapped at the spider.
"He's my friend." Alastriona said with soft smile, putting her hand back on his shoulders as he put a hand on her waist.
"So are we! But you don't let us freely toss you about like dough for a pizza!" Angel gestured to the nonexistent space between the two cannibals.
"Angel.. she's known him longer. And that's fine." Charlie was trying to calm the situation down.
"I mean.." Husk had to agree, but with whom was unknown. Smart cat.
"He's nice!" Niffty said with a wide grin as she scrambled over and climbed up Alastriona's dress to rest on her shoulder, getting a pat on the head from Rory.
"And you are very sweet." Rory said with a tooth showing smile.
Niffty looked from Rory to Alastriona, "Ma'am, I like this one. He's THE guy for you!"
"Okay~! Um, down you go, darling." Alastriona laughed nervously, color coming to her cheeks, as she plucked Niffty from her shoulder to set her down. "There's a bug!" She pointed to under the couch, good, should keep her busy for.. a minute if that.
"Ooh." Angel now felt safe. "Is that why he's able ta toss yous to and fro, Smiles?" He asked with a confident grin.
Alastriona's eyes became a black void with radio dials, Valentino's ownership of Angel's soul can get fucked, "Angel, I am WARNING you!"
Rory blew air out of his mouth, sounding like sputtering, and everyone imagined him rolling his eyes if he had them. Although, be it at Angel or Alastriona.. that was the mystery.
"Okay guys!" Charlie cut in. "Let's all just.. um.. how about we have a trust building exercise!"
"No." The radio demoness said curtly.
Rory tilted his head. "Trust building? Sounds delightful!" He grinned at Alastriona as she looked at him with betrayal. "We still have time to do something before we head to the theater."
"Picture show." Alastriona looked at her nails.
Rory grinned as he put his hands on her waist - the most noist of zones. "Theater." He tapped his fingers, knowing she would cave.
Alastriona let out a laugh, covering her mouth. "N- no! Stoppit!"
"Make me~" he challenged, as friends do, tapping faster.
Alastriona was laughing louder. "I am - haha - a stronger overlord th- than you!" Was she crying laughing? Aww! So nice. "I- I will eat you in a quiche!"
"Bow-chicka-wow-wow!" Lucifer couldn't stop himself.
"Dayum!" Angel laughed.
Fun time over, Rory stopped the tickling to let his friend keep her dignity, hand still on her waist to keep her up right. Eldritch tendrils sprang out of nowhere to smack Angel and Lucifer. Repeatedly.
"I just think it's sweet that you have a Best Friend!" Charlie said to Alastriona with grin.
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Date - genderbent au
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"Alastriona, darling, tell me about your day." Rory said, as they were sat at a booth in a small cafe, having ran out of other meaningless dribble to speak of. In front of Alastriona was a coffee "as black as her soul" that had little grounds in it because she was feeling like an extra bit of bitterness today with a plate that had the specialty ham on rye bread. Not bad, lacked a bit of flavoring but otherwise passable for a sandwich.
Alastriona chuckled at his request, "there isn't much to tell, darling. Hotel business isn't all about managing people - it's paperwork, meetings.. blegh.." she looked at his face, seeing that adoring smile he always gave her. "Tell me about your day, dear."
The man chuckled as he was adding more sugar and cream to his tea and stirring them in. As to how he had no cavities, that was a miracle right there. "Aside from Susan causing trouble at the town meeting, nothing new occurred."
Rory had a plate of cake piled with strawberries and whipped cream in addition to his bowl of gumbo ("I want to try it to see how it measures up to the genuine article, darling." "If you end up liking that bowl of slop that dares compare itself to my cooking, I demand a divorce.") that had meat that tasted raw in a bad way and lacked the seasoning that Alastriona gave her dishes thus it was ignored and deemed slop.
Alastriona fought back a snort, rather unladylike noise honestly but especially in public with her husband, as she smiled at him in a similar manner to which he stared at her. "Well, that old hag never fails to ruin a moment."
They both laughed. Unaware they were being watched.
A sinner demon, their server, had seen the rings, and took a few snapshots - one of the two, and another two zoomed in on the rings.
Bingabonga added to timeline: Holy fuckking fuck!! Radio Demoness and Cannibal King on a date!?! And they're marrried!?!
She added the pictures and then resumed her job. Unaware of what she'd done.
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Angel was scrolling through his phone, when he got a text from Cherri.
Cherri: hey, dipshit. what you know about this shit?? it's everywhere..
Cherri: [attached link]
Angel looked at it, and felt himself die again. He made a noise that drew everyone's attention.
"Angel?" Charlie was concerned, seeing the spider nearly foaming at the mouth.
The spider turned to Husk and Niffty, who had been playing a card game, looking out of his mind - and not in the usual way.
"Yous fucks know dhat Smiles is married to dhis fuckin' freak?" Angel showed them all his phone. Just in time for a ding to show another picture.
They had kissed. It looked like a chaste, quick, private kiss
"Fuck me to heaven and back." Husk said, not believing his eyes.
"Whoa! I can't wait to ask Miss Alastriona about this!" Niffty was grinning maniacally.
"Hang on - who the fuck would willingly pick Alastriona?" Vaggie asked. "I've heard of that guy's reputation for killing and eating his wife's after a time, so could that be it?" Should they do something? Don't get Vaggie wrong, she still had it out (derogatory) for Alastriona. But if this guy was a threat, they'd have to protect themselves and their friend from this man.
"No way!" Charlie jumped in. "I've met Rory, and saw them interact. She seemed genuinely happy to be around him when she brought me to Cannibal Town."
"Who knows? Maybe it's all for convenience sake?" Lucifer asked. "Wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened to people in their situation to deter unwanted attention."
"Luci, baby, does dhis look like convince ta you?" Angel showed the man his phone as another picture popped up - Rory was feeding Alastriona a forkful of sweet, sugary cake. Blasphemy! "Smiles don't touch sweets! She fuckin' hates them!"
Charlie screamed in excitement. "Let me see! Let me see!" When she saw the picture she screamed again, louder this time. "That's so romantic! Look at how they're looking at each other! Oh, they're so in love!"
"Angel." Husk said sternly, seeing the look on his face.
Angel looked hurt. "What? I just wanted to ask them how they mee-" his phone dinged again. "Dhey're on da move!"
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The two were walking arm in arm through a park.
"You were right about that gumbo, it didn't taste right." Rory scrunched up his face in disgust.
Alastriona laughed, moving closer to him. "I told you~" she sang, moving a hand up to adjust his hat so the skull was more centered.
"Thank you, my love." Rory smiled, taking the hand she was moving away and pulling it to his lips to kiss her knuckle tenderly.
The cannibal deer chuckled. "Careful now darling, I'd be tempted to think you wanted a bite."
"Just a nibble~" Rory said, giving her fingers a very light nip and humming.
"I.. R- Rory.." Alastriona was keenly aware they were in a park - granted there was no one around - a blush heating up her face as she tore her eyes to look off to the side.
"What is it, my darling deer?" Rory brought them to a bench in that secluded spot.
"I.. I don't deserve your charm.. it.." her face was moved to look at his, and her lips were caught by Rory's own.
"Yes, you do. Remember how you told me that you grew up a Creole in the time that you did?" Rory asked when they pulled away, getting a nod in return. "And, what did I tell you?"
"That.." she took a breath, as those words stole them every time, "that you wished you could see me, before my death, and bask in my beauty as you do now." Fuck, was she about to cry?
Rory said nothing, pulling her close. He looked up, frowned, and reached into his inner coat pocket. He produced a handgun, pointed it in the direction he was frowing, and pulled the trigger. Twice. All without a word, as his wife started to sob into his chest. Being the most vulnerable she'd been with him for about a year. Wether or not she heard the shots, she didn't indicate.
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"Holy.." The gang had just watched the whole thing, from the time the two walked into the park, to when Rory fired those shots and ended the feed in a screen full of static. And the one who held the camera.
"Fuckers." Husk said, angry.
"We're getting her a therapist." Lucifer said, grabbing his phone.
No one said anything else. They all agreed.
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When Rory brought Alastriona back to the hotel, it was getting dark out, no trace of her crying was present. Good.
They found everyone in a sitting room, all waiting fro them.
"Hey, uh.. Ona?" Charlie decided to speak up after what felt like an eternity.
"Yes, Charlotte dear?" Ah, radio. Helped make her not feel so raw.
"How long have yous two been married?!" Angel couldn't hold it in anymore.
Alastriona's smile became a flustered blush like nothing they'd ever seen before. "Oh, oh! That little sinner decided to take a few snap shots? Well, to think we'd tipped her rather well. And recommended her to management for a promotion." Shit.. they just made it so the Demoness had lunch picked out for tomorrow.
"Darling." Rory said, honestly happy they could just be themselves around this bunch of misfits, caroling his wife's penchant for violence.
Alastriona sighed, leaning into Rory's side, still able to talk clearly. "We've been married for about.. 27 years."
Rory nodded happily, smiling as he saw everyone's mouths drop. Take that, you pack of degenerates. "Best 27 years of my life."
Alastriona laughed, her face still flustered, as everyone's brains melted out of their ears in shock. She laughed louder when Rory pulled her along out of the room.
"So, darling.. about that gumbo?"
"That's my love."
Angel was the first to speak, "what da hell..."
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More doodles of radiorose au 📻🥀🦌🥩
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Any writing prompts for genderbent Radiorose?
Rory = male Rosie
Alastriona = female Alastor
Note: these will also be posted to ao3 in my one-shot collection.
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Sketchy sketchy outfit swap
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Messy sketchy of AU besties 📻 🥀
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