"Noble of you, but we'll see if that lasts," Alastor scoffed in amusement. Though if Lucifer was struggling too much with keeping food down, he'd make sure to insist - there was no consequence if the father was the one throwing up, after all.
"Yes, let's start with that achiness, hmm? I'll take you to bed so you can relax. Help you smooth out some soreness," he hummed a jaunty little tune, reaching down and scooping up Lucifer into his arms. Onward and upward! "Then I'll make you a few teas, to see which helps with the nausea best. We'll make certain you're as fed and watered as your body can take!"
Yeah, yeah. It couldn't get any worse than this! You'll see, Bambi.
He offered no fight as he was lifted, and instead swung his legs a little. He nestled a cheek against his chest. He hadn't thought much about the nausea being a problem when it came to eating over a long period of time, rather than just feeling a little under the weather now and again, but it wasn't just... him... he had to worry about with all of that.
He had a little blueberry-sized life to fight for.
Lucifer made a face of mock hurt. "You make me sound like a ficus."
"You're my charming little apple tree, growing new fruit~!" Alastor laughed, strolling through Lucifer's quarters smoothly with a tendril opening and closing the door behind them. "Our own little forbidden Creation, defying others' wills and laws. Our little rebellion," he kept rambling as he laid Lucifer on the bed, cupping pale white cheeks in his hands. "And, of course, Charlie's darling little sibling-to-be."
Apple tree was better than ficus, at least. And growing new fruit sounded cute...
Once laid down, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, he had projects that needed his attention, but how was he meant to work on anything when he likely needed to spring up and be sick at any moment? With the comforting touch, he was relieved; he'd been tackling it alone for a while, but... now it'd be easier, he hoped. Maybe this window will just fly by and he can reach a point where the fawn can let him eat comfortably.
Lucifer offered a weak little wheeze of laughter before he brought his hand to his face. "She's still getting through the rings, too! Maybe we'll make sure she's sitting down this time before we tell her 'oh, and just one more thing...'."
"She asks what's going on and I tell her I'm just working on my 'dad bod'! Hoh!"
Ahhh, but hang on a second, he cooked up a little willpower and went for a change of outfit. If he was going to rest, he needed to get comfy in his favorite lounging clothes and his fluffiest robe.
He stretched out his legs and hooves once he was done.
"...And I guess I should consider taking my coats and pants out a bit. Make it subtle to keep the game going at first, but also keep from getting too tight."
"If they don't know you can conceive, then we could keep things under wraps for quite a while. Perhaps I'm just fattening you up, letting you relax and be pampered. Such plausible deniability until the little one starts kicking!"
Lucifer looks properly cozy, now. Alastor peeked at those legs... Lucifer did run for so long, they deserved a gentle massage.
He laughed quietly at the thought. Alas, he had no choice, for he suffers the consequences of remembering to eat...!
His hands folded over his stomach as he lifted a leg. Wiggled a hoof. "...Gonna miss being able to see these suckers after a fashion. But I guess I'll be so distracted over everything else..."
A pause, and he drummed his fingers. "They're gonna listen to lots of music while they're cookin' in here. And there's going to be polka, of course. Non-negotiable."
"Heaaaaartaches, heaaaaartaches! ♪ My loving you meant only heaaaaartaches... ♫" Alastor teasingly sang, pinching those little hooves before lavishly smoothing out the achy ankle joints. "You'll never escape my jazz, sha. Nor a ballad, here or there."
"Hmm. That's a given, I'd say. They'll get everything. Both halves... the jazz, the history. They get to appreciate the radio and all that it brought. They can learn the accordion or the fiddle. The piano! That freaking... nightmarish Furby organ if they wanted!"
He fell quiet.
"And... they don't ever have to wonder who either of us are, or why they can't see us. First steps, and... first words. First songs, Al." He smiled, sank back against the pillow.
"They get to have it all, and nobody's made to miss any milestone for some stupid, stupid reason..." He set his jaw, eyes on the ceiling. They stung a little.
"Mother would never forgive if I took off," Alastor chuckled - he was clearly excited and not going anywhere, but it was a little joke for Lucifer to find a bit of humor in. Dotingly, Alastor kissed at Lucifer's middle, humming a small laugh into the fluff of the bathrobe.
Alastor pauses his massage, resting his head on Lucifer, albeit lightly. A little one... a son or daughter... an innocent little life that will look up to them with wide, curious eyes. ...He'll kill to protect them. Protect that curiosity. This one, and any other fawns that come after.
Lilith had told him after he finally asked, begged to know why she did what she did, even if it turned out to be a lie. But he never wanted any of his kids to be parted from their family without damned good reason. He'd missed so much when it came to Charlie, to the point of the two of them practically being strangers.
The thought of having that again would simply break him.
Lucifer drew his hands away as Alastor settled, and he lay them against his ears, stroking.
But he paused as a thought occurred, parting that dark curtain that fought to settle over his mind that was dipping itself into its first foray into hormones.
He snickered. "Oh no... it's gonna be real kicky since it's a little deer, huh?"
"HAH! Poor King Lucifer, menaced by a little fawn stretching their legs out, crushing his sensitive organs," Alastor laughed, drumming his fingers on Lucifer's side teasingly.
"That sounds about right," Alastor got up, scooting up on the bed next to Lucifer. He paused only to remove his coat and bowtie, setting them aside before laying down again, offering himself as a cuddle buddy wordlessly. "I'm afraid napping and lounging about is going to be quite the norm for a while! Shall I read or sing to you? Amuse you with a little radio show?"
The offer was accepted just as wordlessly, his smaller figure huddling in as he turned to bury his face against his husband. He knew why everything was happening, knew that this was just the norm for a while. But things like this, like now? Made it all feel much more manageable.
He was so glad he's here.
All those options sounded wonderful. He only pulled away enough to be able to speak clearly: "Dealer's choice... so long as it's not a problem if I'm unconscious before you finish."
"And have to have an excuse to rerun the classics? Oh, woe is me!" Alastor teased, worming an arm around his little husband.
...Husband. Hoh. Still such a wild word to think of.
With a bit of a click, Alastor started playing one of his favorite run of Orson Wells' Time Machine, the radio sounds coming from Alastor naturally and warmly.
"There, that ought to be a fun little thing to listen to."
Curious, he wondered what sort of story this was. The writer was a familiar name, but the tale...
This was a man known simply as the Time Traveler. He would regale his dinner guests about a jump he took nearly a million years into the future, meeting the Eloi and the Morlocks, what had happened to earth in all of that time and his attempts to communicate with them both. At one point, this person's machine was stolen, and...
Well. He wasn't going to know how it ended tonight. Lucifer's snicker at earth becoming like a garden in a million years (sure, if humans ever got their shit together) was one indicator that he was still conscious, but that was about the long and the short of it. As the Traveler returned, told his tale and wasn't believed, only to disappear on another adventure, this listener's breaths had evened out, and eventually the king was very quietly snoring.
In his mind's eye, he was putting together his own time machine. What would the planet look like in 800,000+ years...?
Alastor wasn't nearly so drowzy, so with the soft chatter of narration still rolling, the Radio Demon set to a different little hobby.
Knitting! Sewing! Just a comfortable little quiet hobby. It was darling and domestic, having his new husband (husband!) curled up and resting, letting his body recover and spend energy growing a new life.
A few hours later, Lucifer might get woken up from the feeling of something being wiggled onto his head over his hair, something soft and a lavender-purple. Enjoy your new beanie after that snooze, sha.
He went back in time, rather than forward. He wanted to see the dinosaurs again, touch some pretty feathers, and maybe jump ahead a little after to kick sand in Adam's face. He feels like he didn't get to knock him around enough for everything he'd done.
But then he somehow hitched a ride on the time machine, returned to modern day with him, and-
Lucifer gave a small grunt. His eyes opened unevenly, head feeling weird. Something jostled it.
He lifted his head, for the moment still relatively dead to the world.
"...Sorry. Time's it...?" Head felt weird. He had himself a big stretch, but reached up to touch it. Huh... a knit hat. When'd that get there?
"Oh, we're reaching the afternoon. Not quite evening, yet," Alastor perked up with Lucifer jolting awake. Adorable, graceless. Dotingly, Alastor dabbed at Lucifer's mouth, getting a little drool off, before summoning a cup of tea. "Let's test that appetite again, shall we?"
It had been one of those knock-out naps for sure, enough that he hadn't entirely noticed the drool. Whoops. At least he hadn't slept the entire day...
But to wake himself up further, his wrist went to rub at an eye as he sat up. That tea smelled... incredible.
"Mm... well, I don't feel sick right now, at least." He also felt pretty hungry after picking at breakfast this morning. A good sign? Maybe. But he'd been hungry this morning, too, before the little blueberry just said 'no'.
"I think what I needed was a cuddle~" Yeah, he's waking up. But he pulled off the beanie and looked it over. Was there a label? Did he conjure this?
No label, no sign of conjuring! Once the tea is in Lucifer's hands, Alastor melts into shadow and slides out of bed, remanifesting and sliding his jacket back on. "I'll prepare a few things for lunch. See what appeals to the appetite."
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"Yes, let's start with that achiness, hmm? I'll take you to bed so you can relax. Help you smooth out some soreness," he hummed a jaunty little tune, reaching down and scooping up Lucifer into his arms. Onward and upward! "Then I'll make you a few teas, to see which helps with the nausea best. We'll make certain you're as fed and watered as your body can take!"
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He offered no fight as he was lifted, and instead swung his legs a little. He nestled a cheek against his chest. He hadn't thought much about the nausea being a problem when it came to eating over a long period of time, rather than just feeling a little under the weather now and again, but it wasn't just... him... he had to worry about with all of that.
He had a little blueberry-sized life to fight for.
Lucifer made a face of mock hurt. "You make me sound like a ficus."
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Once laid down, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, he had projects that needed his attention, but how was he meant to work on anything when he likely needed to spring up and be sick at any moment? With the comforting touch, he was relieved; he'd been tackling it alone for a while, but... now it'd be easier, he hoped. Maybe this window will just fly by and he can reach a point where the fawn can let him eat comfortably.
Lucifer offered a weak little wheeze of laughter before he brought his hand to his face. "She's still getting through the rings, too! Maybe we'll make sure she's sitting down this time before we tell her 'oh, and just one more thing...'."
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Would Lucifer start showing by the time Charlie figured it out? Or would she catch on from all the morning sickness?
"Or we could drop it on her and dear Vagatha out of the blue. 'Do you two girls have ideas for names?' HAHAHAH!"
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Ahhh, but hang on a second, he cooked up a little willpower and went for a change of outfit. If he was going to rest, he needed to get comfy in his favorite lounging clothes and his fluffiest robe.
He stretched out his legs and hooves once he was done.
"...And I guess I should consider taking my coats and pants out a bit. Make it subtle to keep the game going at first, but also keep from getting too tight."
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Lucifer looks properly cozy, now. Alastor peeked at those legs... Lucifer did run for so long, they deserved a gentle massage.
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His hands folded over his stomach as he lifted a leg. Wiggled a hoof. "...Gonna miss being able to see these suckers after a fashion. But I guess I'll be so distracted over everything else..."
A pause, and he drummed his fingers. "They're gonna listen to lots of music while they're cookin' in here. And there's going to be polka, of course. Non-negotiable."
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"Hmm. That's a given, I'd say. They'll get everything. Both halves... the jazz, the history. They get to appreciate the radio and all that it brought. They can learn the accordion or the fiddle. The piano! That freaking... nightmarish Furby organ if they wanted!"
He fell quiet.
"And... they don't ever have to wonder who either of us are, or why they can't see us. First steps, and... first words. First songs, Al." He smiled, sank back against the pillow.
"They get to have it all, and nobody's made to miss any milestone for some stupid, stupid reason..." He set his jaw, eyes on the ceiling. They stung a little.
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Alastor pauses his massage, resting his head on Lucifer, albeit lightly. A little one... a son or daughter... an innocent little life that will look up to them with wide, curious eyes. ...He'll kill to protect them. Protect that curiosity. This one, and any other fawns that come after.
"They'll want for nothing."
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The thought of having that again would simply break him.
Lucifer drew his hands away as Alastor settled, and he lay them against his ears, stroking.
But he paused as a thought occurred, parting that dark curtain that fought to settle over his mind that was dipping itself into its first foray into hormones.
He snickered. "Oh no... it's gonna be real kicky since it's a little deer, huh?"
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He dramatically brought his hands to his hair to clutch. "Nooooo... My poor organs...!"
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But he slowly ran his hands down his face. "Rgh... I feel like I just woke up and I'm already stick-a-fork-in-me done... like I ran a marathon."
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He was so glad he's here.
All those options sounded wonderful. He only pulled away enough to be able to speak clearly: "Dealer's choice... so long as it's not a problem if I'm unconscious before you finish."
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...Husband. Hoh. Still such a wild word to think of.
With a bit of a click, Alastor started playing one of his favorite run of Orson Wells' Time Machine, the radio sounds coming from Alastor naturally and warmly.
"There, that ought to be a fun little thing to listen to."
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This was a man known simply as the Time Traveler. He would regale his dinner guests about a jump he took nearly a million years into the future, meeting the Eloi and the Morlocks, what had happened to earth in all of that time and his attempts to communicate with them both. At one point, this person's machine was stolen, and...
Well. He wasn't going to know how it ended tonight. Lucifer's snicker at earth becoming like a garden in a million years (sure, if humans ever got their shit together) was one indicator that he was still conscious, but that was about the long and the short of it. As the Traveler returned, told his tale and wasn't believed, only to disappear on another adventure, this listener's breaths had evened out, and eventually the king was very quietly snoring.
In his mind's eye, he was putting together his own time machine. What would the planet look like in 800,000+ years...?
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Knitting! Sewing! Just a comfortable little quiet hobby. It was darling and domestic, having his new husband (husband!) curled up and resting, letting his body recover and spend energy growing a new life.
A few hours later, Lucifer might get woken up from the feeling of something being wiggled onto his head over his hair, something soft and a lavender-purple. Enjoy your new beanie after that snooze, sha.
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But then he somehow hitched a ride on the time machine, returned to modern day with him, and-
Lucifer gave a small grunt. His eyes opened unevenly, head feeling weird. Something jostled it.
He lifted his head, for the moment still relatively dead to the world.
"...Sorry. Time's it...?" Head felt weird. He had himself a big stretch, but reached up to touch it. Huh... a knit hat. When'd that get there?
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But to wake himself up further, his wrist went to rub at an eye as he sat up. That tea smelled... incredible.
"Mm... well, I don't feel sick right now, at least." He also felt pretty hungry after picking at breakfast this morning. A good sign? Maybe. But he'd been hungry this morning, too, before the little blueberry just said 'no'.
"I think what I needed was a cuddle~" Yeah, he's waking up. But he pulled off the beanie and looked it over. Was there a label? Did he conjure this?
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