#enemies to lovers radioapple

[roseshewrites]

A GOLDEN PIECE OF YOU~(RadioApple)

*Chapter 3, Second Waltz

Of course Charlie had hung a gigantic WELCOME HOME, DAD sign decorated with rubber duck stickers and rainbows on the stair banisters. She had also tied an unholy amount of balloons on every single balloon-friendly surface she could find in the front lobby, which was surprisingly quite a lot.

Of course, Alastor was standing front and center in front of the group waiting to shout "Welcome!" At him as soon as he walked in. Only the group of misfits that made up the hotel's population all shouted it at random intervals and in varying decibals, Husker coming in last with a deep mutter, and Nifty, who was sitting atop Alastor's shoulders gave a gleeful, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Well, it was the thought that counted.

Of course Alastor said nothing to him whatsoever and only widened his large yellow grin, his red eyes narrowing as he stared Lucifer down.

Charlie cringed and then giggled at the chaos, running to hug him.

"We're all so happy to have you here, dad!"

Minus one.

But, he could put aside a rivalry for now. For Charlie.

"Thanks, babygirl!" He grinned up at her.

Dear gods, she had gotten so tall. So tall and beautiful, and confident.

She certainly did not get any of that from him.

Party chaos ensued.

Alastor was made to play some radio music with a cue from Charlie who cried, "Hit it, DJ!"

("Hit what?")

"Play some music, asshole," Angel Dust supplied helpfully.

"I remember her asking me to supply music to her little party. I don't remember being asked to strike someone named DJ."

"Oh, for fuck's s-"

But the rest of Angel's swear was suddenly drowned out by the loud jazz tunes strumming agressively from the radio demon, who looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"DOES THE GUY KNOW ANYTHING ELSE OTHER THAN ELEVATOR WAIT MUSIC-"

The jazz increased in volume till even Angel's shouting was drowned out and Husker was seen in a corner pressing his ears and hissing.

Nifty, unaware of the tension or perhaps feeding upon it, hopped from Alastor's shoulders and proceeded to attempt a messy looking Charelston dance where instead of just holding her arms up, she was also stabbing at the air.

Lucifer sidestepped her quickly before she could impale his ankle, and muttered conspirationally to Charlie, "Is it always like this here?"

His daughter grinned, "Hehe, yeah..pretty much all the time." She scrunched her shoulders sheepishly then said, "But I love it!"

Alastor finally found a reasonable volume for his jazz tunes much to Husker's relief, and twirled Nifty around by her little finger when she asked.

"Spins! Haha!"

"Watch the daggers, darling. They're for the bugs, not my feet, remember?"

"Uppy spins, please. Please, Alastor!"

Nifty was bouncing on her little feet.

"Oh, very well."

The radio demon swooped Nifty up as she demanded, much to her squealing delight, and set the both of them spinning about the room as the jazz music settled into a record crackling waltz.

Oh hell, Lucifer thought. They're so fucking adorable. When had he ever seen Alastor so gentle?

Lucifer caught Charlie grinning at him, and knew she was remembering a time in her childhood when he would do the same thing with her.

"I can't pick you up like that anymore," he said, actually a little bit sad. Maybe just bittersweet. He had missed so much of his little princess' life.

"You can just lift my spirits instead, dad," she laughed.

He chuckled. "That, I can do!"

Nifty pointed out Lucifer from on top of Alastor's neck and when they got closer she cried, "Now go dance with the baaaad boy." She clutched at his ears and giggled.

"I don't know Nifty darling, *is* he a bad boy? Perhaps you should go find out for yourself."

"Hey!" Lucifer said, slightly miffed. "I'll have you know I'm the original bad boy."

"Ooh!" Alastor chuckled, "So touchy. Perhaps a little dance would cheer you up, *King.* "

He was holding out one clawed hand to Lucifer, eyes narrowed at him expectantly.

Nifty clawed her way down Alastor's back and with a little "hup-hup!" Ran off to go stab some bugs, bored with the party.

"Well, I, uhhh.." Lucifer didn't know what to say.

"Oh, no worries, Applesauce, I promised your daughter I'd be on my *best* behavior this evening."

"Well, I suppose one dance wouldn't uhhh...wouldn't hurt," he agreed reluctantly, taking Alastor's hand. "Don't call me that again though."

Alastor swept him seamlessly into the dance. The man was right on time with the music, and led Lucifer around to a perfect pace.

Lucifer fell naturally into the pace too, noting how Alastor had so gracefully taken the lead role. He'd feel irked by that if he wasn't so impressed by how Alastor had a hand on Lucifer's waist, the other lightly holding his hand but yet kept the rest of his body at a respectful distance.

He was being...well, this evening anyway, he was being a perfect gentleman. So far.

"Your footwork is amazing. I like the song, too. Shostakovich."

"Second waltz. You know your music."

Lucifer chuckled, "Kiddo, I invented music."

"HaHa! Don't me call that."

"HaHa! I was created before the garden of Eden was a sparkle in God's eye. You're a kiddo to me," he smirked up at Alastor, whose eyes narrowed and glinted dangerously.

"Ahh yes, that's right. Samael. God's favorite toy. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

"Smooooth," Angel crooned from a corner, whistling at them. Husker not so delicately clocked him on the shoulder. "OW, assfuckinlicker!"

"For your information, KIDDO, it did."

Lucifer spotted his daughter running frantically to try and get Alastor's attention and saw her whisper-shouting "IXNAY. ON THE SAMAEL-HAY."

Vaggie's face palm from this was audible.

"It's Amael-Say, babe. And EVERYONE heard you."

"Shit."

"You know what? That's okay," Lucifer broke free from Alastor's arms, standing back, "You wanna dead name me for no reason, bastard? You got a problem or something?"

"Dad! Dad, I'm - I'm sure he didn't mean it like that, did you Alastor?"

Alastor was very catlike observing his own claws, eyebrows delicately raised, "Really, I was simply making conversation. How was I supposed to know your father was still sensitive about something that happened so long ago?"

"See?" Charlie appealed, "And you're sorry, right? For hurting dad's feelings?"

Alastor just stared at her deadpan grinning, the radio waves about him crackling loudly.

"We'll, uhhh....we'll work on that one."

The party broke shortly after that with Angel dragging Husker off to go to the bar, Alastor bidding everyone a good night and Niffty was... Well, she was doing Nifty things. Where did she even sleep?, Lucifer wondered.

"Thanks for the welcome, Ducky," Lucifer yawned, "But your old dad's beat. Got stuff to unpack before I hit the hay."

Charlie looked at Vaggie then glanced at her dad. She gave her girlfriend a look and said "Go on ahead, I'll be up in a minute."

Both Lucifer and Vaggie exchanged looks that seemed like a moment of solidarity.

Because both of them knew Charlie, and they both knew no one was sleeping until SOMETHING had been resolved.

Behind her girlfriend's back Vaggie mouthed Good Luck at Lucifer, who winked in return.

When everyone else had gone to bed, Charlie and Lucifer stepped into a living area on one of the upper floors. Lucifer sighed and collapsed on a nearby sofa, flinging his top hat to the side.

She sat down next to him, looking a bit nervous.

"Okay. What is it? Spit it out, junior."

"I...just wanted to make sure....that Alastor's little comment didn't um...get under your skin too much."

"Oh please! I'm not worried about that jerk."

"You're really all right?"

"Charlie," Lucifer said impatiently, "I know you're worried I'm going to....maybe...fall back into some old habits of mine. You know my problems and that worry is certainly valid, sweetheart, but I haven't had a post-traumatic whatever in ages."

"So you're not gonna..."

"No self isolation," he said firmly, "No episodes. And I'm certainly not gonna let a reminder of my time in Heaven ruin my sleep tonight."

She grinned, her face lighting up like he loved so much.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for moving in with me."

"Of course!" He brightened, "Char, you know what we're gonna DO with this place?"

"No, what!" She was sitting in the edge of her seat now.

"We're gonna take hell by storm with it, Ducky. In a month it'll be so full of patrons we'll need to build."

"Yeah!! And after that?"

"Your dreams are gonna come true. I'll make sure of it."

After promises of going over group plans with her in the morning, they began to part ways but not before his daughter scooped him up in a twirling hug that lifted his feet off the floor.

"I love you Dad!!"

He chuckled when she set him down and he took his hat off and placed it on her head, walking off to his room.

"Love you too, darlin'. Good night."

~

He was walking down one of the hotel's many hallways when a slight burst of conversation came to his attention, punctuated by that distinct radio crackle.

Dammit, he was not in the mood for another encounter with jerkface McRadio.

The two characters rounded the corner though, and he was trapped.

Alastor was being followed around by one of Sir Pentious' remaining Egg Bois, who was bopping along talking Alastor's ears off in a steady stream, Alastor nodding and "Mmhmm"-ing in all the right places, tolerating the Egg's enthusiasm.

"Say, boss, I gotta joke for yah!"

"Sure, Egburt."

"Why did the chicken cross the road?!"

"I don't know, why *did* the chicken cross the road?"

"Because America’s aging infrastructure doesn’t adequately provide footbridges or pedestrian underpasses!!!"

There was almost an audible pause, then Alastor cracked up, a real honest laugh that echoed around the hall.

"Oh my dear Egg, you do have your moments of lucidity, don't you?"

"Whatsat??"

"Never you mind. Now run along, there, I've preparations for tomorrow's broadcast."

 

"Okay!!"

The egg bopped ahead of Alastor, promptly rounding the corner ahead and leaving Lucifer alone...again...with the radio demon.

"So..Egburt, huh?" Lucifer remarked, just to break the silence.

"He answers to just about anything. Egburt, Egghead, The Great Eggsbie. Just don't expect him to understand that reference."

"Right..."

"I suppose I'll see you for your daughter's most recent group excercise itinerary in the coming weeks. It should be...enlightening."

Uh-oh. Charlie hadn't mentioned anything about that to him. Things at the party had been so chaotic, and then he'd gone and ruined things by getting pissy with Alastor, and..

"Yup, sure will," Lucifer aimed for assuming an air that he completely understood what the hell Alastor was talking about, and bid him goodnight; cringing inwardly that he went to tip his hat, then forgot he wasn't currently wearing it, disguised the movement with an awkward head scratch and left to the sound of Alastor chuckling deeply to himself as they both went their separate ways.

Enlightening.

Hooray.

What did Alastor know that he didn't?

[socksandcrocs]

Charlie would definitely make her dad participate in the hotel exercises lmao

[st33le]

“Your highness…”~

[doushitemacaron]

I can't believe this show gave me rival rival-ships. It's like rival inception and I'm so here for it.

[mintaikkcorpse]

If you don't have romantic tension with your enemy, are you even enemies?

[yorsue-dolly]

Charlie's redemption lesson

"Forgiveness"

[twosoulss77]

Enemies to Lovers🍎🦌

Inspired by @morningstarwrites ‘s fic. They literally went from needing a buddy system so they didn’t kill each other on daily basis, to not have enough of each other…

[gildedoak]

RadioApple Week - Day 2 - Enemies/Pining

I looked up recipes for "Blackened Duck" and MAN it looks tasty.

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[radioapple-tradingcards]

Of Saints and Sinners

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♦About: After destroying the hotel for the umpteenth time, Alastor makes a promise with Lucifer: in exchange for swapping compliments, learning to coexist, and becoming kind of friends Lucifer will owe him a favour. (Falling in love was not suppose to be part of that deal.)

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[ani-radio]

Inspired by this ⬇️:

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]



Is it just me or is anyone else bothered by how most Alastor Mpreg fics are written?

Seriously, whether you prefer reading trans-Alastor, (or my personal favorite) Cis-male unwittingly forced to endure the “miracle” of childbirth, too many fics forget that Al died in the 30’s.

The negative effects of smoking and alcohol didn’t become public knowledge until the 1960’s and 70’s.

I need Alastor, begrudgingly pregnant, throwing a hissy fit because Charlie tries switching his coffee to decaf.

I need to see Hüsker risking his neck and refusing to serve (a very hormonal ) Alastor any drinks.

I need to see Angel Dust -the drug addict- calmly explaining to Al that he doesn’t need a stash of opium on-hand for the baby after it’s born. They have better, safer medications for infants now.

I need Vaggie freaking out when Alastor cannibalizes anyone in protection of the hotel. Raw meat is dangerous and lone sharks are practically sushi!

On that note, I need Rosie lovingly fattening him up and giving him all the support and outdated parenting books he could possibly hope for.

I want to see Alastor go to the effort to ensure that his child has everything it could possibly need. Only to be confused by everyone’s judgment when he installs a baby cage into one of his radio tower windows. Unsafe? They act like it’s his first day in Hell! He’s already warded it against stray bullets and Vox-tec drones. Why, he even bought a special cover to keep out the acid rain!

I wanna see him have a breakdown because he’s not preparedfor parenthood, and nothing he does seems to be right. That the staff, well meaning, start crossing boundaries. Making his panic worsen to the point he ends up hiding himself away for days.

I want Lucifer to be the most understanding person in the hotel. Out of all of them, he’s the only one that’s ever been pregnant before and he gets that it’s a bitch. I want him to soften because as much fun as it is tormenting Alastor- he remembers what it was like.

I want him to help Al combat the Victorian mindset that “A held baby is a spoiled baby”

I want him to show Alastor the novel advancements in baby care while making it clear that these are merely options that are available… Alastor doesn’t have to use any of it and it will not be a lesser parent if he chooses not to. (Think of items such as baby monitors, rubber nipples and disposable diapers)

Because Lucifer presents these things as suggestions, Alastor takes it all in-stride, accepting the gifts with humor. “No need to add nappies to the laundry pile!”

In their time together I want Lucifer to discover that Alastor knows how to knit and embroider. I want them to sit together in the evenings crafting clothes and things for the nursery. (Bonus points if the child’s mystery-father turns out to be a completely unknowing Lucifer’s)

Of course, other things can be going on in the plot. War with Heaven. Dealing with the Sins. Stalking from the Vees. (Bonus points for Vox burning with jealousy) Alastor’s Deal TM. But we as a entire fandom are severely under utilizing a literal treasure trove of plot bunnies.

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I’ve added some fun links for anyone who wants to further play with this idea.

[prince-liest]

Thoughts on radioapple as a qpr?

I'm of two opinions on this... forewarning that I'm giving my general and genuine opinion in this ask. Insert disclaimer about "not all radioapple," this is not a judgment on those that like what I dislike, don't come for me, etc, etc.

I'm not a huge fan of radioapple as a ship, QPR or otherwise. A lot of this comes down to how they're characterized in that ship on average. I love Alastor and Lucifer as characters independently from each other, but radioapple has pretty broad mass appeal and thus a tendency to see their characters simplified into personality and relationship tropes. (I remember being genuinely very confused when I realized that radioapple is more popular than radiostatic, to a degree that is really funny in retrospect.)

That said, there has been radioapple that I've read and really, really enjoyed (check out my AO3 bookmarks). Generally it's been slowburn as hell, genuinely dedicated to portraying Alastor as aroace (and usually sex-repulsed which is my preference in this context; I also feel like non-QPR radioapple has higher rates of "wow this Alastor is definitely not ace" vibes than other ships from what I've anecdotally noticed), and taken a lot of time to dissect both of their personalities, goals, and the ways in which they'd clash and subsequently build on them both individually as characters and in relation to each other.

A lot of my issues with radioapple comes from not being a fan of typical "enemies to lovers (or QPRs)" tropes, which I think in turn ties into my being very aro and very ace. If you give me an enemies to partners then you better be very fucking dedicated to proving to me why these two end up actually liking each other, because there is nothing I find less relatable than horny hatefucking or a relationship built on humiliating or putting down your partner (in a non-kinky way, or in a kinky way that disguises genuine poor treatment). A lot of the "they take turns humiliating each other" or "Lucifer puts Alastor in his place" flavored fics that are intended to be shippy just put me off entirely. Especially given radioapple's intended endgame flavor most of the time is that it's not a toxic ship.

This extends to them in a QPR. Any kind of emotional connection between these two for me would require writing dedicated to the emotional legwork. I think this is why I don't enjoy a lot of radioapple art, too - by the nature of the medium it's hard to capture that in a single image.

Tl;dr: 99% of the time, hard pass. 1% of the time, fucking amazing work, good job, love it, can't WAIT for the sequel.

[socksandcrocs]

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG

[scen7rage]

How to make your sad deer better ‼️🩷 after ep8 made me so happy and hyper by it IN SEASON 2 WE NEED MORE 🔥🔥🔥

[sundae-meringue]

Say no no to "I love that man so much I would die for him" and yes yes to "I love that man so much I want him dead"

[dedlit]

Enemies to unwilling co-parents to reluctant lovers 🤣