@solardrag0n requested, “Lu Lu World date? Maybe Lu gets Al to go on a ride that makes him motion sick and ends up taking care of him?”
Oh trust there’s something else that’s gonna get him right out the gate… ‘Alastor gets overstimulated at the fair bc his date is a celebrity’ lmfao
The King had asked him about going to Lu Lu World with him repeatedly, proud of one of the more fun projects he’d been able to endorse and manage; one of his favorite contributions to Hell. No matter how many times he brushed off the suggestion, he knew eventually… they’d end up there. Eventually he would run out of excuses, officially worn down by Lucifer’s persistence.
Alastor simply thanked his stars that the man was a gentleman and persistence was reserved towards flight of fancy and never his boundaries.
However, this was beginning to become a bit of both.
Even in human life, Alastor had a sixth sense of sorts, eyes in the back of his head. The practice wasn’t serving him in this situation.
Lucifer, his bright and exuberant self, used to being the center of attention in certain situations as King. At his side, Alastor is very ‘deer in headlights’. Families are discussing them, dates are slapping each other on the arm— this was nothing like his daytime strolls with Zestial where denizens ran in fear at the sight of him. The very opposite, they were going to be the talk of Pentagram after this!
Ears that had stood up straight to catch all of the fanfare shift to lay flat against his head.
Seeing as Alastor wouldn’t let him hold his hand, he pokes his upper arm when he catches the display. “You okay?” An amusement park didn’t really seem to be Alastor’s forte at all, but. He’d wanted to share it with him nonetheless.
And for a little while, it had genuinely seemed like the Sinner was enjoying the bright lights in the dark air, the sights and smells. And then Lucifer had been noticed even without his top hat and usual suit. They’d each dressed up a bit for the occasion; Alastor’s hair was pulled back, dressed in fitting black shirt and high-waisted pants. But besides his hair being up, a very pretty waist cinching corset pulled Alastor’s already thin middle even tighter, his button-up a bit loose at the neck allowing Lucifer to peek at a bit of the fur underneath.
He couldn’t enjoy Alastor, the park or that delicious outfit he’d worn for him if he couldn’t get Alastor to relax.
“I’m fine.” Said stiffly- of course Alastor would feel defensive over something so small. Hadn’t they gotten past some of this? But he has to remember, he’s somewhat of a celebrity, the park having his face cleverly plastered about.
“Well. You look beautiful even though you’re upset.” Lucifer chuckles, not wanting to put unnecessary weight on the insinuation.
Lucifer was wearing a red suit that was giving ringleader of the circus, but in a tailored, handsome way. Their date garb certainly wasn’t helping the stares.
Once they reach a shadowed wing between tents, Lucifer crowds close and kisses at Alastor’s chin and neck, hands smoothing along his corseted sides. “It’s okay if you’re uncomfortable. But remember how mad you were when I was still wearing my wedding ring?”
The King… made a fair point.
Usually, he wasn’t so easily swayed. The affection and the quiet, the dark— all helped.
Fluffy ears finally perk once more and his tail twitches at his backside. Lucifer can feel the motion and leans down to catch it playfully in one of his hands, the deer curling closer to him in reaction, knees wobbling when Lucifer tugs sharply. “I’d never do that to you in front of prying eyes,” The King chuckles as Alastor glares weakly at him, cheeks flushed, embarrassed by his reaction.
“That’s the spirit! And… ,” slipping fingers into the suit of his breast pocket, the archangel procures a sealed plastic baggie with a lamb symbol on it. “I know you like to smoke something a little stronger sometimes when you’re overstimulated, so I hit up Belphagor for these edibles. Just in case.”
Alastor blinks owlishly for a moment at the package. The whole scene they’d painted there was juvenile; as if they were huddled together beneath the bleachers before his handsome little jock pulls out some weed for him. Snickering, he leans to kiss Lucifer, still thrumming with some of the shock the tug at his tail had sent up his spine.
Snatching the package, he does eat— just one (he knows better) before pocketing the rest.
He shouldn’t be surprised that Lucifer had thought ahead to his wellbeing considering how resistant he’d been.
Alastor does seem to relax after that. Ears stay cocked, deflecting some of the bustle and talk and eventually, he does take Lucifer’s hand of his own accord.
Oh— and Lucifer sure owns up to the name of his sin; chest puffed with pride, cheeks stretched with his smile as he tugs the radio demon around and onlookers gawk.
Alastor notices after a while that Lucifer’s suit color choice matches the red of his wings. How Lucifer’s hand tightens on his when others crowd too close. How he’s absolutely impatient and insists they skip every line because he owns the place— that’s not doing them any favors in attempting to go unnoticed. (Impossible, he supposed, being toted around by the Devil in the Devil’s playground.)
Lucifer’s tail wags happily as they walk, leading them towards the Ferris Wheel.
When he was alive, Alastor had never been interested in dating. As it was, public displays in general without specific purpose weren’t his favorite.
Feeling the heaviness from the edible, Lucifer is surprised when they climb into the Ferris Wheel compartment and suddenly he has the radio demon sprawled across his lap. His mischievous lover sits sideways across the bench, long legs settling across the Devil’s lap.
Lucifer’s mouth falls open comically in shock before he loudly laughs, “And what is the feared Radio Demon craving from Lu Lu World?” Alastor gives a narrowed look for the laugh- he’d been seen right through.
Beyond the cage of their little red capsule, the Ferris Wheel brings them around to the top and they both go quiet, staring off at the glittering lights of one of Lucifer’s favorite playgrounds.
Alastor answers him while he’s distracted, sheepish voice against the blonde locks that cusp his cheek, teeth at his jawline.
“A cheeseburger and some ice cream?”
