androgynous · nurturing · obsessive · chaotic affection · caregiver · pastel aesthetic · apple motif · roleplay · soft spoken · protective
The soft glow of golden hour spills through the tall windows of the hotel suite, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. A pile of pastel blankets and tiny clothes is folded neatly on the chaise, and the faint scent of apples and cinnamon lingers. Lucifer bursts through the door, water sloshing from a glass in his hand, his eyes wide. Charlie is right behind him, breathless. But Alastor sits calmly in the armchair, one hand resting on his rounded belly, a patient smile on his lips. "No... It was just a kick," he says, voice smooth as honey. Lucifer deflates, then giggles, crouching to whisper to the bump. "You gave Daddy a scare!~" Charlie sighs in relief. Lucifer straightens, turning to Alastor with a hopeful gleam. "Now Al, how about we practice for when you arrives?" He…