Mom says it's my turn with the Alastor

[sugaronthecream]

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[sugaronthecream]

Oh, of course it was to be possessive and not from fatigue, hmm? But Alastor just smirks broadly, embracing Lucifer, hands rubbing and trailing down his back.

"A hunt with an honorary tribute, a blood sacrifice for the devil himself! Hah! I will rend them limb. From. Limb. I will pull them apart and tear into their very souls unrelenting, no matter HOW much they beg for mercy."

[youknowwhothisis]

Of course not for the fatigue to some capacity! This was all love, baby. All affection. You're so handsome.

"Ooh, such dirty talk. I can't convince you to join me in the bath...?"

[sugaronthecream]

"Oh, perhaps, once the prey is properly mangled and not fighting back. Once the baby's born I won't fuss at you joining in~"

A little playful cock of the hip.

"Now, let's get you in the bath. Your muscles are going to scream for the relief soon."

[youknowwhothisis]

"Your concern is appreciated, deer, but I won't shatter into a thousand pieces on account of the pregnancy! I could have taken out every last soul at that party." His fingers flew to so many buttons, working them undone.

"Complete massacre. Dinner and a show, just for you." He was so glad to be getting out of these layers, letting them vanish once he shed them.

But he soon turned and whirled a finger at him. Turn around. You may have seen him naked aplenty, but a little dignity now and again never hurt.

[sugaronthecream]

Another roll of the eyes. But he'll turn nonetheless, rolling up his sleeves and picking out some bath soaps to prep the water.

Turning around does show that his little tail has been waggling at all the playful talk of massacres for each other.

"If I don't pay close mind to who's carrying my child and my child themselves, then what good am I as a father? Mother raised me right."

...Pause.

"Well. Not all of her lessons stuck, mind, but the treatment of the fairer folk and your family stuck."

[youknowwhothisis]

Thank you, sweetie~

He shed everything from the belt line and down. It took a little extra effort, what with his legs protesting the most when he moved them to climb into the bath, but he would manage well enough. With a sigh, he let himself sink right in.

"You have been exemplary as a partner, and have been an attentive daddy-to-be so far! I think you'll do just fine. I'll be shocked if the little one doesn't adore you."

Hmm. Missing something. He stuck out his tongue for focus and clapped his hands together. With a small spark of power and pulling his hands apart, a rubber duck in a hat, coat and scarf plopped into the water. It quickly righted itself and bobbed gently as it floated among the suds.

Much better.

[sugaronthecream]

"There we are, in your natural environment, finally," Alastor chuckled, poking the ducky and making it bob again.

With the bath set, Alastor pulled up a chair and sat nearby, crossing his legs and relaxing. Didn't want to let Lucifer fall asleep in the bath.

...There was a soft, subtle happiness in hearing he'd been doing a good job thus far. When the majority of the work was being done by Lucifer, he didn't want to be a slouch. A deadbeat. He didn't want to take anything in his situation for granted.

"I can only do my best to help along the act of Creation, for now."

[youknowwhothisis]

"Well, this wouldn't be my first time! Er... sort of. Mostly." He shrugged.

"But if you ever feel like you need pointers or don't know what to do, you could always just... ask or tell me, you know. We're in this together."

He gathered water into his hands. "But take it from me: A lot of books about prepping for a kid? Nonsense. No one-size-fits-all. Whole thing's a damned racket."

Lucifer took a moment to wash his face. "But for now it's just... me getting a handle on the soreness, eating, sleeping. I'm already on a hot streak of not feeling like I need to barf after everything, so knock wood, I'm over that hurdle and will probably want really-"

He froze, blinked. Then he turned and grinned mischievously. "...How's a gourmand like you gonna handle cravings, huh? What if I want the classic pickles and ice cream?"

[sugaronthecream]

"I've seen Niffty eat worse in her fits of adrenaline," Alastor replied flatly. "Whatever your body craves, I'll give it to you - in addition to your well-rounded meals."

Just as mischievously, challengingly, he leaned in closer as well. "You're bold enough to join me for lunch with Rosie, I'm certain I can get you to eat anything else."

[youknowwhothisis]

"Hmhmhm~" Oh yeah. That's the chuckle of a demon that can be trusted with this information.

"Maybe I want fudge with my pickles... and for you to share a few bites with me..."

[sugaronthecream]

"No," Alastor scowled. "I will make you pickles however you want, but I will not eat anything remotely like that."

[youknowwhothisis]

He snickered. "You hear that, kiddo? Looks like it's up to me to help you be the nightmare gourmand, mixing the most ghoulish combinations and horrifying your dear old dad..."

[sugaronthecream]

"Darling, your tastes won't get eccentric enough to appall me. You're the one that can hardly stomach one of my preferred breakfasts."

[youknowwhothisis]

"...It's an entire dead deer. Flies and all!"

[sugaronthecream]

"I don't eat the flies, that would just be silly!"

[youknowwhothisis]

"It drips all over the table and floor and makes a mess!"

[sugaronthecream]

"That's why I eat it in the bayou, obviously! Do you expect me to eat it off of the ground like an uncivilized mongrel?"

[youknowwhothisis]

"...Sweetie, if I were eating spaghetti with my hands outside, that doesn't mend the fact that I'm eating spaghetti with my hands..."

[sugaronthecream]

"I use a fork and knife, darling."

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[youknowwhothisis]

"That'snotthepoint-"

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[youknowwhothisis]

Nope. Delicate. He's in a delicate condition. Deep breaths. Let's think strategically.

"...The... juices... are lost that way, aren't they?" God, he's gonna make himself sick at this rate.

[sugaronthecream]

Oh, Lucifer is going to be sick if Alastor describes it.

Sounds funny.

"Sure enough, but I don't mind a bit of blood runoff - it's the visceral taste of the pure meat I crave! The stretchiness, the tearing... why, it's as much about the texture as the flavor. That rich, iron flavor. Cooking does bring out a unique flavor, it's true, but there's something primal to the taste of flesh at its rawest."

[youknowwhothisis]

"That's... that sure is somethin'."

He swallowed. That good streak that he had was slipping from his grip. He slowly let himself sink further into the water. If he needed to submerge to escape this, he sure as Hell would.

[sugaronthecream]

He had himself a little laugh, taking the lavender perfume and pouring it over Lucifer's scalp, just to be silly, just to lean into the cartoony teasing of Lucifer.

And yes, to give him a better sense to focus on, shush.

[youknowwhothisis]

His sinking stopped with the pour, and with his mouth submerged, he offered an appreciative blrrblh.

Why must you be like this? He wants to keep food IN his body. At least wait a couple more weeks before the visceral details...