divinetree | Mom says it's my turn with the Alastor

Perfect! Even if Lucifer was pregnant, and had most of his days a bit achy and queasy, that didn't mean there wasn't still the energy in him to dance a proper jig! Why, he saw quite a few ladies go a little wild at the speakeasies away from their controlling husbands.

So Alastor wasn't really worried one bit - just no grabbing and tossing, and he'll play the part of following Lucifer's lead, letting his husband dip him and toss him. It would be a few months more before he needed to watch how much he was lifting, after all.

Perhaps he shouldn't be lifting and tossing, but in all honesty how much did Alastor weigh, and did that apply to otherworldly creatures with superhuman strength?

But this was also pride. He could carry a fawn AND the fawn's father, couldn't he? His... queen? Did he really want to be called that, or was that a joke? Eh, ask later-

Oh, did his body protest a little. The aches were reminding him of themselves every time he bent, every time his arms lifted past the chest level. With his outfit chosen to mask his bump, he was heating up a little, but the bead of sweat at the brow would just be chalked up to how intensely he had focused.

He still blew an appreciative and rowdy whistle for Goetia couples that decided to cut a fucking rug- gotta gas up the demons that were actually trying!- But he made a show of taking a few and twirling them away to their partners before moving to his own, adding the others on the floor to the mesh of festivity. It was enough to coax a few of the hesitant to gradually join in.

What fun! A little rebellion, subtle but stubborn, getting these damn feather-heads to get into the swing of things. If the King himself is doing it, these little hierarchy-obsessed peons better do it as well, isn't that right?

Alastor at first didn't mind and even joined in the effort to pull people away from whoever they were clinging to - get them out on the dance floor, peel them away from whatever social dead weight was making them reluctant to go have fun.

There were even some Goetia that were being fliratious with him, even if just for the sake of the dance, passing him back to his King - silly, ridiculous, ballroom etiquette at a jazz dance, how ridiculous!

But then, on SOME fluke, some crane man had slid himself in to dance with the King. The Goetia seemed to not pay one bit of attention to the mere Sinner, Overlord or not - he was preoccupied eagerly trying to match the King's energy in the dance.

"You really are the life of the party, King Lucifer! It's a shame you don't join more," he praised, fluffing out those feathers and spreading out those feathery arms like a real bird, trying to impress Lucifer as he did his best to swing to the rhythm.

Annoying. But Alastor watched, danced with other beasts, ear always turned towards Lucifer... something in his chest burned and while he kept his demeanor, he was internally self-soothing with recipes for roasted poultry.

"A shame, indeed! But I could be convinced...!" Those big white wings had opened, and Lucifer could always appreciate another winged one. The way those feathers bled from white to black by the tips was lovely, and this fella took great care of them.

The display was enough to bring a laugh out of him, flattered, and he rewarded the effort with a little extra time in a dance.

Man...! He was really hesitant about this kind of thing, but who knew he'd wind up having so much fun!? He'll probably be an exhausted husk after all of this, but that was future Lucifer's problem! A party was definitely the best way to celebrate the end of the first trimester rollercoaster!

The Goetia lad seems to fluff up happily - the king has a surprisingly charming smile and laugh?? Craning (hah!) his neck down, he bowed to the king and flashed his most captivating grin he could muster.

"Mayhaps I could invite you to my next birthday, then? If this sort of music is your speed, I could-- GWAWK!"

The Goetia squawked and almost jumped a foot off the ground, hurriedly grabbing his tails feathers and holding them away. Behind him was Alastor, who held a hand to his mouth in a classic 'oops!' gesture, a tail feather pulled out on the floor under his boot.

"My apologies, good sir! Why, I was getting a little carried away with a lindy hop, hoh hoh!"

He jumped with the squawk, looked up with a blink. Oh, uh... what an unfortunate accident.

After the shock wore off, he burst into laughter. "Isn't he innovative?! The lindy stomp! Gotta tuck in your tail sometimes with this guy, you understand."

No harm, no fowl, right?

"I-- err, yes, of course--" the crane stammered, still flabbergasted - let alone when Alastor practically hip-checks him aside and away from Lucifer.

"I've plucked out a drink for you, my deer," Alastor crooned affectionately, passing a glass with a lovely little fizzy fruit mix - once Alastor had made sure there was no alcohol, he plucked it for his darling. Lucifer was working up a sweat, after all.

His husband. His perfect partner.

Lucifer can remember gestures like these better than most. He'd been the victim of them while Alastor stepped all over and took his song to Charlie that day. Something got Alastor's goat.

"It was lovely dancing with you, pal! But it looks like it's time for a breather. I would dance until I dropped if it weren't for my walking conscience here," he laughed. Best smooth that out now before things got... awkward.

The glass was passed into his hands and he did hesitate for a spell, confused. He'd made up his mind that he likely wouldn't be having anything on offer tonight on account of the alcohol, but the dancing had left him hot and dryer than a drought.

"Oh, thank Hell," was his breathless, voiced relief. You life saver, you life saver, thank you, thank you- It'd be silly to presume this wasn't virgin. He raised his sleeve to mop his brow as the other hand tipped the glass for a drink.

"Gonna need these to keep coming I think, it's hot in here..."

"Let's take a seat, there's plenty of overly cushy places to lounge," Alastor purred, leading his king to sit. And since he was getting toasty, Al draped his legs over Lucifer's lap, crossing them and leaning into his husband - kept the little bump from being visible and gave Lucifer an opportunity to pull away that scarf and loosen the coat.

And, of course, it was more of Alastor being ridiculous and staking his claim.

"You stole the show perfectly~"

Once seated, he shouldered off the coat and scarf for a few, letting it pile a bit. Combined with Alastor draping over him like a big red boa, the game wasn't being given away for another night.

As Lucifer eased an arm around his husband's waist, the claim couldn't be better staked.

A brow quirked in amusement. "Oh, really? Because I recall not being the one to add to that stuffy old band and pump life into the venue."

"Call it a gift for our host! Wouldn't want things to get too sleepy," Alastor chuckled smugly, draping his arms around Lucifer's shoulders. Not at all unlike the women all over their host. Tch!

"It's been quite a long time since I was the one kicking down the door on some old traditionalists," he chuckled in amusement, leaning over only briefly as one of his little poppet minions scurried over with a pilfered drink tray and more of those virgin spritzers. "Thank you, good lad," Alastor concurred, joining Lucifer in their temperate drinks for now. "Next one, let's see if they even know how to polka."

"Ugh- I'm telling you, it's a lost art!" He griped. "But no no NO, it's 'dweeby' and comes with 'stupid outfits'! Who cares if it brought people joy and solace, same as with any genre of music!"

But he'd been over this a thousand times in his life so far. Lucifer deflated and lay his head back. He pressed his glass against his heated cheek and temple.

"But if I've got to be the guy that brings it back, I'll be the guy that brings it back. Humankind will shock themselves sick when they find out that the rebirth of polka is thanks to the fucking Devil himself! Let's see their Bibles try to explain THAT!"

"HAH! True enough - jazz would have been no surprise, getting its own reputation for being the devil's music. Now, if Polka dominated the airwaves..."

Now that would be both hilarious and delightful!

Lucifer laughed. To be able to freely gripe like this was always refreshing, and the cool drinks were helping. Alastor's company was leaps above a salve, and in a way he'd forgotten where they were, even as so many creatures with flashy fur and feathers were lost in the jazz.

He smiled fondly at him, head canted. "...Did you know I once tried my hand at something on the airwaves? It was right around when radios first found themselves down here... maybe it was in those initial days you fell down here, now that I think about the time frame."

"Hmm! So that's why there was a bit of radio infrastructure when I first arrived. I'm afraid I must have missed it - I was building up for quite a bit before making my first moves. What did I miss out on?"

Lucifer getting interested in radio? Be still, his beating heart!

"And who's to say! I could reclaim the airwaves, that could be a fun little project."

He hummed in thought. A project always sounded nice, but... "Oh, it was just a flight of fancy, really: It was a little bit of talk, a few jokes and anecdotes, and some of my favorite music. I thought..."

He paused, laughed quietly, feeling foolish. "...I thought the people down here would have liked to know the real me. But between not being very public, and Lily's songs being as they were- pumped full of magick to fight and to grow, real freedom-fighter stuff- it sort of... fell to the wayside, I suppose."

Lucifer focused on his drink. "It kind of quickly became clear I was just talking to myself, which... Iiiii... didn't need a fancy studio or all that money spent to do. I'm sure my old equipment is lying around somewhere, dusty and full of bugs."

Lilith not bothering to share the stage, hmm? Alastor's eyes narrowed, offended on Lucifer's behalf, because he wouldn't be. But shame on her - for someone to love and pride singing and to decide to leave someone she supposedly loved behind?

Well, that couldn't be left to stand, now could it?

"Join me, then, sha," Alastor purred, cupping Lucifer's cheeks. "Let's make a radio show together~ something special. Chat with me over the radio waves, we'll both share music, it'll be perfect."

Look, Hell needed someone in the royal family to be in their corner! Charlie was so young, and... and he wasn't exactly present back then, so...

His eyebrows furrowed with the touch to his cheeks. His heart clenched with that nostalgia, the possibility of something so warm, cozy and fun... but he shushed it, stilled it.

You don't deserve this. He's doing this out of pity.

"Hah... now, now! Would you be able to handle my adding a little je ne sais quoi~?"

Don't think he can't see how those brows are furrowing from anxiety. Alastor ran a thumb over a tensed brow. "Darling, you would be a delight. A perfect dance partner, perfect for causing mischief - of course you'll be a riot in the studio with me," he assured.

His silly, insecure king...

"I don't suffer fools and I don't invite anyone to my radio station. But you? Magnificent love of wordplay, quick witted, a gorgeous voice. Why wouldn't I flaunt my perfect catch?"

For all of his own self-made pride- he did have things about himself that he liked very much- it meant so much more coming from Alastor. He could lie all day long, but he wasn't one to waste words, much less when it came to how he truly felt about something. He was just catty that way, and he loved him for it.

The gold rose in his face. But he smirked, the quirk a little cocky. "...And I get to flaunt mine, you understand."

The king reached up, and drew fingertips along the taller demon's jawline. His gaze, when focused, had a way of making one feel like there was no other soul in the room. "...I would be delighted to conquer the airwaves with you, Alastor Morningstar."

Oh.

Oh.

He hadn't heard the name in full out loud, just yet, but... that painful, pleasant feeling was strong hearing it. Alastor's face burned bright red, more openly and obviously than ever before.

"That's Queen Alastor Morningstar to you!" he laughed, bubbly, delighted. Yes, that all sounded perfect to him. Not a king, not looking to fight or replace King Lucifer, no - they were a matching set, do not separate.

Ooh, that would be the first time it wasn't just on paper, huh?

The smile quirked toward something amused, yet warm. His hand played along Alastor's back. "Oho- Not just a bit, huh? But who am I to deny my deerest queen in calling himself whatever he pleases~?"

"Precisely. There's no Prince Consort on the chess board, that's silly. Nor do I have interest in being some king," Alastor rolled his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to Lucifer's lips. "I'm your queen, now. We're a bonded set."

And he'll replace the title for good. Lilith can have whatever claim she wishes, but Alastor's staking this role for his own for good.

"I adore you, Lucifer."

He would have it no other way. While unprecedented here in Hell, that only meant they could make their own rules on things like titles. Who would dare refuse them?

A bonded set. He loved the sound of that.

"And I you, Alastor." A kiss returned. The party could go on around them.

"Joy is... hard, for me. But with you, it's all that I feel. Thank you, for... joining me on, well, everything. The whole circus of it."

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