Lucifer dotes on a pregnant!reader
ă»â„ Congrats, youâre pregnant! Itâs not Luciâs, but nobody can tell the difference with how much he adores you and your baby
x: based on @ukor02âs prompt! reader is fem with no use of y/n. enjoy đ€
~ 27k words!! YaâllâŠ. :â)
[read it in chapters on my ao3!]
âPlease, Mr. Demur! Canât I pay you next week? Iâll have enough by then, I promise.â
âHow many ânext weeksâ are we going to have here, hm? If I donât start making money on these units, I wonât be able to pay off my own debts. I canât let you keep living here rent-free!âÂ
You grimaced as your landlord continued to speak across the line, his voice harsh against your ear as you held the small phone against it. Your nails clicked nervously against the wooden countertop of your kitchen, the sound reverberating around the room, helping to drown out your thoughts.
You had been very behind on monthly dues. Your income wasnât enough to support all your woes anymore, which meant you were struggling to pay rent and afford groceries. Hellâs inflation was getting pretty crazy, and without a second source of income, you were doomed.
You had a second source of income when your boyfriend lived with you and worked for maintenance at VoxTek. Until you found him rolling under the sheets with your next-door neighbor, one of Valentinoâs girls who decided that sheâd expand her interests to family men.
He had begged for your forgiveness when you dragged him by the ear towards the front door. âI wonât do it again, I promise!â he had pleaded, moaning for your mercy. Right, like you were going to trust a demon from Lust to stay loyal any longer.
What a fool you were, giving him all those chances. Now, you were taking the hit for everything. Alone. Regret ate at the back of your mind, should you have let him stay? If not for your feelings, at least to have kept a roof over your head for you andâŠ
Your gaze traveled slowly down to the small bump on your abdomen, the unspoken words shouting that you ever had relations with a man. Your unborn baby.
The baby your boyfriend knew about, a week before he brought that woman into your home. Yet, he still shoved you aside for a hotter piece of trash. The nerve.
How were you going to support a whole other helpless, tiny being now? If only you could get some empathy from your landlord, appeal to his second natureâŠ
âI understand your difficulties, trust me, I do! Butââ
âIf you understand that,â your landlord over the phone finally growled out, âthen youâll understand that Iâm giving you three days to pack up all your things, and get out of my unit!â
The line ended, that soft buzzing in your ear the only thing keeping you grounded atop the kitchen stool you were quietly shaking on.
Out? He was evicting you? That wasnât fair! Youâve lived here for years, and a few late payments are what ends your relationship with the little one-bedroom apartment? Ridiculous!Â
What were you going to do now? There was nobody to lean on for help, not anymore. Not after your boyfriend left, and your best friend ran off with some royal shitbag down to the Envy Ring, and who even knows where your parents were these days.
It was just you, and the little bean whoâd call you Mama soon enough.
Your hand lowered, thumb grazing soothingly against the small protrusion in your belly. Tears pricked at your eyes, hot and angry as you fumed silently. Was this it? The end of any happiness in your life? Forced to grovel like a dog to some powerful entity, or sign a contract that rips free will from your grasp?Â
You shivered at the thought. No. That's not how you were going to go out, not without a fight. Even in a dark and brooding place like Hell, youâd try to live a happy and comfortable life, if not for you, at least for the baby growing in your womb.Â
Maybe, when the child is born, you won't feel so lonely anymore. Theyâd be someone to snuggle with at night, curled up against your chest as the two of you lounged on the sofa. The soft words emanating from the TV across the room like a lullaby to their tiny ears, as they drank in the warmth of your body, drifting into blissful sleep.
Youâd lower your nose and breathe in that fresh, sweet baby scent from the top of their head, filling you with another dose of pure love and adoration. That child would be fawned over for, well, forever. Even if you were the only one going to share that love, you could wait for them to grow older and return some of it.
That made you smile, imagining the little pitter-pattering of feet against tile flooring as you baked the toddler delicious treats and cooked delicacies that made their little mouth water. That gleam of awe in their eye as the flavors swirled against their tongue, their brain growing fuzzy with pleasure.
Thatâs the life you would live, and not some cardboard box in the alleyway begging for scraps.
âAlright, looks like Mama has some work to do,â you spoke softly to the quiet, empty room. You werenât sure whether the little bean could hear your voice nestled so far in your belly, but at this point, you were willing to chat up thin air if it kept your sanity.Â
It wasnât going to be easy, that was for sure. You needed a stable income, instead of picking up odd jobs popping up on the streets. Then, you needed to find a place to stay, it could be anything, even a barn. As long as it was somewhere with a little room and comfort, it would do for the time being. Youâd have to upgrade when the baby was born, though, maybe to a two-bedroom apartment this time.
Quickly, you lifted your phone and typed in the now-familiar phrase âPlaces hiring in Pentagram Cityâ. You scrolled, favoriting every job that offered a decent income and was manageable for you.
Being pregnant was going to make things difficult, seeing as youâd be unable to do many physical tasks sometime down the road in the coming months. Which would give you very few options soon.
Your feet hit the soft carpet of the living room, and you rubbed your eyes sleepily. That nausea that had been plaguing you early in the morning was draining you physically, and the stress that was beginning to build on your shoulders only zapped your mental strength.
A few hours of beauty sleep, and then youâd get your ass to work.Â
Your stomach growled, moaning for substance, and you sighed. Okay, a nap and lunch⊠then, youâd be moving toward financial stability. One step at a time, and now a tiny bean to think about.Â
Sooner or later, youâd get there.
Before eviction day, you had managed to find an open position at a small convenience store in a much quieter part of the city. Residential neighborhoods wrapped around the row of stores inside a quaint, little market at the edge of the city.Â
You looked into the large display windows that bordered the front door to the dark purple shop. âWeâre Hiring!â in bold lettering on a corner of the glass pane, beneath the rows of chips and other snacks on a tall shelf standing a few feet behind the window. Right beneath that flashy sign, was a smaller piece of paper taped hastily to the glass surface. âRoom Available for rentâ was scrawled in unkempt handwriting, and your eyes widened in excitement.
Taking a deep breath, you gripped the cold, metal handle and pulled the door open. The golden bell above your head jingled a faint tune as you stepped through the threshold. Your eyes take in the old, wooden shelves that hung on either side of the room, while shorter displays were lined neatly in rows spanning wall to wall filled with snacks, home essentials, and more.
The place was kind of a mess, but⊠it felt rather homey. A âMom and Popâ shop kinda of thing, stirring nostalgic emotions inside of you. When you reached an older demon, her back hunched slightly with age and the weight of the large shell on her back, you realized how your feelings couldnât get any more accurate.Â
Green skin sagged from the elderly womanâs face, deep wrinkles embedded into her reptilian features as she regarded you with suspicion. She resembled pretty closely to a tortoise, with that round, thick shell that lay upon her back and neck that extended high from her body. She held a broom in her long claws, halting mid-sweep as you smiled gently at her.Â
âCan I help you?â She croaked.
âIâm here for the job opening, the general worker position?â Your smile widened, trying to look as presentable and friendly as possible. This may not be the job of your dreams, but it was a job nonetheless, a start.Â
âYou Hellborn?âÂ
âYes.â What an odd question.
âYou can lift and move large boxes?â
âSure can!â You replied, with a quick nod. For the next few months, at least. If you couldnât find a new job by the time your belly was unable to be hidden any longer, youâd spill the beans to granny.
âHm,â the wrinkled demon eyed you with more interest, and she tilted her head in thought for a few moments, before meeting your gaze again, âI think I can make do with whatâs in front of me, for now.â
Not even an interview? What a score!
A sigh of relief escaped you, the invisible weight on your shoulders lightening slightly as you shook hands with the turtle. The job wasnât going to be that difficult, cashiering, stocking, talking to customers, easy peasy. Until the swollen ankles kicked in.
âOh, and the room for rent! Iâm kinda in need of some living arrangements for now. Do you still have availability?â You clasped your hands, smiling widely once more.
âWe have spaceâŠâ The old, turtle-faced demon sighed, turning her large shell to face you, before ambling away towards a dark hallway behind the small checkout counter. She beckoned you with her thick tail that slowly swayed behind her as she moved.
Slowly, you followed behind the woman, entering what seemed to be the large back room of the store, piles of boxes labeled as different foodstuffs, with thick, heavy bags of an assortment of goods. There looked to be a large freezer on one wall, as it blew cold air that seeped into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as you crossed the room.Â
The turtle demon stopped at a light-brown wooden door, before softly turning the handle and pulling it open. She leaned through the doorway as far as her wide shell would allow and tugged on a thin string hanging from the ceiling. With a click, the small bulb above your head flickered on, illuminating what seemed like a large, dusty storage closet. You gulped, this was tiny! It was the size of a small bedroom, but was supposed to be your entire living unit? You pointed into the lit room, quirking a brow in disbelief.
âIs thisâŠ?â
âThe room available, yes.â
âItâs kind of⊠small.â
âWell, what did ya expect, a two-bedroom with a loft? Itâs less than a hundred for a reason. The bathroom is next door, so it's a quick walk. Weâve got a hose in the back you can use to shower, and you got a place to buy most of your essentials just a hallway over.â
You thought for a few moments, rubbing your hands together as your mind raced with what other options you currently had. None, really. Anywhere else you had gone to seek employment had already found someone or deemed you unqualified for the position. Let's see⊠the alleyway or a closet? Hard choice.
âAlso, utilities are included in the rent.âÂ
Well, that was a good bargain.
âOkay, sureâ you nodded slowly, rubbing your face with a sigh, âThisâll work.â
âGood. Weâll just take rent out of your paycheck, then. The name is Alma, let me show you around.âÂ
You had followed her back out to the front of the store, before being walked through the job and every detail your new boss, Alma, found necessary to fill you in on. How to work the old cash register, keys for every door inside the building, where the gun was hidden underneath the counter in case anyone was to rob the store and use it for defense.
When you returned home later that day, your back hit the door and you slid to the ground with a sigh. Your stomach rumbled, and you tenderly rubbed a hand across the protrusion underneath your skin. Rising to your feet, you headed to the kitchen, digging through all the junk for any healthier options you had. There wasnât much, but you settled on a small microwave meal and placed it into the little appliance.
As the microwave buzzed softly, it filled your head with background noise to your quiet thoughts. Thoughts about your future, your chances at success, your baby, or your loneliness navigating such a turbulent time in your life.
Hopefully, once you had a good nightâs sleep and packed up in the morning, the doubts about your decision that were eating at your conscience would fade. Everything was going to be very different from here on out, but maybe, that wouldnât be so bad after all.
âLooks like we have our work cut out for us,â you whispered into the empty room once more.
It had been a few months since you arrived at that quaint, little shop looking for a job and a place to stay. After a few months, your stomach only continued to grow.Â
You had hidden the sight through baggy clothes at first, careful to keep your secret hidden from prying eyes. Until running to the bathroom all the time and your sudden bouts of exhaustion made you reveal the fact to Alma.
She had rolled her eyes, before grumbling how âas long as youâre still able to workâ there wouldnât be any problems regarding your employment.Â
There wasnât much you brought over from your apartment, not even your bed could fit comfortably inside the little room. Instead, you resorted to a one-person mat that only lifted you from the floor a couple of inches. At first, it sucked, really, really sucked. Soon enough, you adjusted to the tension in your back that always woke you just in time for work.
You had brought a few trinkets with you, memories from your past, and small items to keep you busy. You brought that little microwave from your place, which was situated on a small coffee table on the wall across from your bed.
There was nothing for the baby, yet. You didnât have anything to begin with, nor did you have the money to afford such things. Later, when the little bean was closer to arrival, youâd start hunting through garage sales and thrift stores. The only thing keeping you educated on your pregnancy was the few books detailing motherhood that were on sale at one of the local vendors.Â
Standing atop your microwave, was a small flatscreen TV, your only source of entertainment nowadays. Sure, you touch grass once in a while, exploring the market, brisk walks around the block, that sort of thing. Getting a workout made you hungry, though, and with your tiny paycheck? Three meals a day was a luxury you couldnât afford.
The problem? You were always craving something to eat. Sweet treats, odd vegetables, food you used to hate. Once, you even drooled over a slab of raw meat you were packing away into a freezer, the thought of ripping it apart and devouring it right then and there itching at your scalp.Â
Instead, you opted for a large salad. While you made sure to eat enough to feed your baby, the quality of the food you were consuming wasnât the greatest. Hopefully, you'll be able to afford healthier meals soon.
The work in the store was mundane, the customers lively but nothing worthwhile, and life was pretty stagnant after a few months of living there. Except for the changes in your body, those new aches and sores, the sudden dizziness that caused you to plop down upon the nearest surface.
It was one of these times when you felt your face numbing and your vision beginning to blur, and you fell upon an unopened box of goods. Hand lifting to wipe that dribble of sweat away, you took a deep breath. It was getting harder to do that, though, with how the baby in your womb was beginning to steal the space your lungs needed to expand.
It was a much hotter afternoon, the air simmered with acrid, dry heat that suffocated the store with its intensity. It was a weather normal pattern, but one you loathed nonetheless. A fan close to you finally swiveled in your direction, and you let the cool air smack you in the face with its soothing touch.Â
Alma wasnât around, which meant she wasnât able to catch you on another one of your on-the-clock breaks. Standing on your feet, lifting boxes and other items all shifts was not fun with a baby rolling around somewhere in your guts.
You were enjoying the momentary peace, eyes shut as you inhaled another large breath. The small TV hanging from the corner of the room, right behind the cashier register hummed softly as the news anchors yapped quietly about something or other.
When you opened your eyes, the congregation of large shadows at the front door caught your attention. Quickly, you rose from the cardboard box, fiddling with another small pile as you took a knife and tore it open. Bags of chips nestled together, your stomach grumbled softly at the multiple flavors it hosted.
You did your best to look busy, just as the door opened with a creak and the bell above its frame jingled excitingly about the fresh, new faces.Â
âI can't believe you made us take a walk in this weather, Charlie,â a feminine voice moaned as they crossed through the threshold. Their tall figure rose above the rows of shelves, pink fuzz popping from their partially exposed chest as they strode in. Both sets of arms were crossed, as they turned to meet the gaze of a woman with a bright red tuxedo.
Beside her was a shorter, gray-skinned woman who immediately placed herself in the direction of a whirring fan. One good eye scanned across the room, looking for nothing in particular.
A tall snake demon slithered in behind them, huffing as he collapsed onto a small bench next to the doorway. The hoods framing his face began to fan his heated skin, recuperating for a few moments.
âI agree withâhuffâAngel Dusssssst,â The man hissed tiredly, swiping a claw over his brow to dry his forehead, âIt sssseeems we have chosen a poor day toâhuffâembark on our little excursion.â
âIt is pretty hot today, but! That means we all sweat a little more, and burn off some of that negative energy!â The woman, Charlie, exclaimed as she clapped her hands together, âClear our minds of all that clutter and embrace the heat of a new day!âÂ
Angel Dust rolled his eyes, grumbling something as he turned to a display of sunglasses, plucking out different pairs from the stand and fiddling with them on his face as he posed in the tiny mirror.
âHuskâa! Donât I look fantabulous or what?â He turned towards a short, feline demon with quirked brows. He sent Husk a playful, sultry smirk which the feline only growled softly at, before reaching into a fridge for a large bottle of water.
âYa look like shit,â he grumbled, popping the cap off and chugging down the drink in one go. It seemed like the guy did that often enough for the contents to disappear so quickly, which was pretty impressive. Hopefully, he was going to pay for that drink too.
âAwww, thanks kitty!âÂ
The demons dispersed from their little group, scanning the shelves for any snack that would satisfy their hunger after that draining exercise.Â
You watched through careful glances as they wandered about. There was no doubt the group of demons had noticed you by now, but there was nothing special to see as you just continued hefting boxes across the room. The last one, a large crate of soda cans, was giving you a rough time.
Strength waning, you huffed as you slowly walked towards the wall of fridges. Straining as you try to shift your grip, your arm placement is awkward with your round stomach making it difficult to get good positioning on the container. Panic seized you for a moment, as you fumbled with your hold.
âLet me help you with that!â A cheery voice exclaimed from beside you, causing you to jump right as the crate was lifted from your grip into the arms of the apple-cheeked woman.Â
Charlie smiled brightly at you before she turned away, setting the crate down gently next to the fridge door. You fanned yourself, taking in a deep breath as the woman turned back to face you.
âIâm sorry,â you smiled apologetically, reaching up instinctively to brush a thumb gently over your bump, âheat and exhaustion are just not a healthy mix.âÂ
âThatâs okay, it wasnât a problem! Andâoh my,â the demonâs eyes gleamed at your swollen stomach, her gaze soft, âIâm sorry, I donât mean to be rude but are youâŠ?â
âPregnant?â You tilted your head, smiling softly as a hand instinctively reached up to caress, âI am, yes.â
âAwe, I love babies!â Charlie swooned, placing a hand over her heart. âHow far along are you?â
âAbout four months! I just moved here recently, are you from around here?â
âYep! Just around the corner practically, right up the hill thereâs that big hotel? I run it! Itâs called the Hazbin Hotel!â
The Hazbin Hotel? Why did that name sound so familiar?
âAnd, these are all residents at the hotel!â Charlie smiled gleefully, sweeping a hand across the room as she gestured at her band of demons, âSome of them work for me, and some of them are my clients! The pink one is Angel Dust, the snake is Sir. Pentious, the grumpy fella over there is Husker, and the lady over there is Vaggie, my girlfriend!âÂ
Your head spun with the quick introductions, but you only listened thoughtfully as she spoke a few more words about her job.Â
âThatâs very interesting,â you finally said after she finished her sentence, âIâll have to look it up sometime, Iâm sure you're doing a great job. Hopefully, everything has been going well for you so far.âÂ
âI hope the same for you, too,â she smiled, eyes flicking down to your stomach for a moment before her head swiveled to get a look around the room, ââŠyou donât happen to have a bathroom here, do you?â
âWe do! Itâs in the back, I can take you there,â you smiled softly, before turning towards the back door and crossing the room. Charlieâs heels clicked against the old, cracking concrete behind you, as the two of you entered the back room. It was filled with boxes and other goods, and Charlieâs gaze bounced across the new scene with interest.Â
The dimly lit room sent shadows across the two doors on the far end, and your hand slid across the wall close to you to find the switch. The lights flickered on, revealing the matching doors standing side by side, and you turned towards the demon woman.
âItâs right over there,â you gestured toward the doors, backing up slightly as Charlie nodded. She made her way towards the bathroom, hand raising to grasp around the doorknob, before twisting it firmly.Â
Your breath hitched in realization right as she pulled the door open. That was the wrong door, that was your door! There was no telling how the woman would judge you after seeing the pitiful place you called home.
âWait! Thatâs myâ!â
âOh!â Charlie exclaimed as she took in the makeshift living quarters, illuminated softly by the bulb above her head.
Her gaze flicked to the sunken mattress, lying against the hard cement floor. The small TV stacked on that aging microwave, and the piles of books created a makeshift nightstand, with a little reading lamp and retro alarm clock. The mini fridge hummed softly against another wall, hardly big enough to fit a few day's worth of meals in it.
Charlieâs eyes rested on the stacks of labeled boxes nestled tightly against the wall for maximum space, the only remnants of your old life. Her heart beat rapidly, as she took in the flood of information she was gathering about your situation as she stared silently.Â
You only watched her expression with weary eyes, rubbing your hands soothingly as you waited for her words. Slowly, Charlie turned towards you, her gaze meeting yours and she read your expression carefully.
âYou donât actually live here, right?â She laughed in disbelief before her smile quickly faded when your face showed no signs of humor.Â
âThis is terrible! Especially with someone in your condition!âÂ
Condition? You werenât helpless just because you were carrying some extra cargo around for a few more months.
âDonât worry about me, Itâs not that bad itâs justââ
You were cut off by the sound of your stomach growling, so loud it practically reverberated around the room. The pitiful noises were followed by slight pain, a sign of how dreadfully empty your tummy was. The noises of hunger made Charlieâs eyes widen and her brows furrow deeper.
âAre you hungry?â She asked slowly.
âYes,â you stated bluntly, your tongue subconsciously wetting your parched lips. God, you were so hungry. All. the. time.Â
It was miserable, having to limit yourself on all the mouth-watering goodies surrounding you. You just wanted to stuff your face, fill up your stomach, and then some.Â
âHave you eaten anything today?â Charlie questioned, crossing her arms and shooting you a look of concern.
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âI get my paycheck tomorrow,â you answered quietly, averting the womanâs gaze as you gnawed at your lip. Embarrassment was bubbling in your chest, and tears were threatening to spill against you will.
Youâve never felt this⊠open with someone before, not in a long while. You were struggling direly, and now Charlie knew it too. And, revealing your financial situation to a customer youâve just met? Alma would have your head! What were you thinking?Â
Maybe, it was a subconscious cry for help. For some empathetic, kind soul to come swoop you off your feet into prosperity.Â
But, you were in Hell, who would do something so selfless like that, for nobody like you?
Charlie bit her lip, breath quickening as her gaze darted from you to the thin mattress on the floor. She seemed antsy, like there were words behind her lips the woman was desperate to spill. Instead, Charlie only gulped them down, before her composure straightened and she sent you an awkward smile.
âWill you excuse me for just a second? I have to uhm, go talk to my girlfriendâŠâ Charlie chuckled nervously, slowly backing away towards the front of the store, âIâll be right back, donât move!âÂ
You nodded obediently to the stern finger she waggled at you, before she pivoted and dashed towards the door at the end of the hall. Charlie wrapped a hand around an ash-gray arm, Vaggie jumped at her touch before she was dragged out of sight. The sounds of fast, hushed voices echoed to your spot in the dark.
Straining your ears, you tried to peep in on their conversation. With the way Charlie scrambled out of there, you were nervous about what exactly the two could be discussing around the corner.Â
âWe canât just leave her here, Vaggie!â Charlie shook her head sternly, crossing her arms as she spoke to her partner.Â
âWell, we canât just take her back to the hotel. We donât know the woman!â
âSheâs pregnant with barely any food, and a terrible place to sleep! We canât just do nothing!â The apple-cheeked woman growled, throwing her hands up as she paced in place near the freezers. The others on the other side of the room were too busy arguing over which flavor of ice cream was better to stop and listen in on the duoâs conversation.Â
âI know,â Vaggie sighed, her brows creasing in frustration as she rubbed a hand down her face, mind racing, âI just donât want to do anything that could put a wrench in your dreams, thatâs all. We donât know anything about her, she could bring trouble to our doorstep. There's enough of that as it is..â
âNothing will happen, I promise,â Charlie replied softly, lacing her fingers with Vaggie, before soothingly brushing a thumb over her partner's knuckles, âWeâll just say sheâs on⊠maternity leave! That way, she can have the baby stress-free, and then find a job either at the hotel or somewhere else. And, if any problems arise, we have Alastor to handle it.â
âOkay,â Vaggie nodded slowly, âIf you think this wonât be an issue⊠then, I trust you, babe.âÂ
âThank you, Vaggie.â Charlie smiled softly, âI havenât told her yet. I just wanted to run it by you first, and figure out how to ask a stranger to, well, move in with strangers.â
You backed out of earshot, having gotten enough of the twoâs words for your breath to quicken and your thoughts to spiral. Turning, you faced into your room, staring into space as you chewed absently on your lip.
They want to give you a place to stay, for free? No questions asked, just out of the kindness of their hearts?
You shook your head, a dry laugh of disbelief escaping your lips. That was impossible! This was Hell, and things like that never happened. You were born in Hell, and have practically seen it all when it comes toÂ
Murdering, whoring, and overdosing. That was Hellâs usual. Who was this woman, and what could she possibly have in store for you?
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the soft clicking of heels reverberate around the dimly lit room. You pivoted sharply, smiling innocently as your gaze met Charlieâs excited expression. She bit her lip nervously, before straightening her posture and clasping her hands together.Â
âI know we only just met, but I would really love to offer you a place to stay. Something better than this, at least. We have large rooms with their own bathroom and little dining areas. Itâll be free! Plus, lounges, a kitchen, and a bar. Although, Iâm sure you wonât be needing that anytime soon.â Charlie chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck and she watched you intently.Â
âWhy would you do something like this for me?â You asked slowly, tilting your head as your fingers thrummed against your bump thoughtfully.
âBecause when I see my people struggling, I donât just stand by and let them. Itâs my duty to help those in need.â Charlie placed a fist into her open palm, determination in her gaze and she spoke assertively.
âMy peopleâ? âDutyâ? What could she possibly mean about that? Such strange words coming from an even stranger woman before you, so desperate to hear your approval.
âI can definitely think about itâŠâ you finally said softly, meeting her gaze after a moment.
âThatâs a start! Here, take this, itâs my business card.â The woman patted down her pockets, before pulling out a small card from her pants, thrusting it excitedly towards you.
âI made them myself!â Charlie whispered, her eyes gleaming with pride as you stared down at the little writings across its surface.Â
âI can call you tomorrow, with my answer,â you replied finally, slipping the card away for later.Â
âGreat! Thank you so much for considering! Itâll be worth it, I promise!â
A shadow loomed across the room, as Angel Dust poked his head into the doorway. He squinted into the darkness, before quirking a brow at Charlieâs figure.
âYa cominâ, toots? Iâm hungry, and I deserve some R&R back at the hotel. ASAP.â
âComing!â Charlie called, beginning to cross the room. She turned to face you, curving her lips into another bright smile as you stood there motionless. You didnât say another word as she was consumed by the bright lights of the store, and you stayed frozen in place for a few more moments.
Your head spun, Charlieâs words still consuming your thoughts as you chewed at your lip. Just as you were about to head back to the waiting group, you heard grumbling from behind you, and the door to the back alleyway opened wide.
Alma ambled inside, returning from a friendâs business a few stores over. A large bag in her claws as she lumbered towards you,Â
âI smell customers, are they Sinners? Ugh. Here, take this and put it in the freezer right away. Iâll go up front and get them out of here.âÂ
âOf course,â you replied, hardly listening while still untangling your racing thoughts. The box was changed to your arms, and you took it with a huff before lowering it gently next to the freezer.
You watched Alma enter the front of the store, chattering loudly to the group of demons you had acquainted yourself with as you pried open the box. Slabs of fresh meat were revealed underneath the thin, soaked red parchment shielding them. You wet your lips subconsciously, that ache in your stomach returning as you inhaled the flavorful, wafting scents.
Hopefully, youâd start craving something much more tasteful like ice cream or peanut butter.
Taking time to pack away the stacks of goods only kept your mind busy from Charlieâs offer. You still felt uneasy with her proposal, for all you knew, it could be a trick or some way to wrap you into a deal. There was no way someone like her existed in someplace like Hell.
That doubt still crept up your spine as you stood at the gates of her aging little hotel the next day, nestled on top of a small hill on the outskirts of the bustling city. Charlieâs handmade business card was clenched tightly in your hand, as your eyes read the address one last time before taking a deep, reassuring breath.
The hotel didnât look too bad, in your opinion. An honest fixer-upper that would look really beautiful if done correctly. The colors were a little odd, not to mention the structure of the building was weird. Jagged even, as different parts jutted out from the center, your eyes traced the outline of what seemed to be⊠a boat? One that was nestled tightly against the outer walls of the hotel. The building seemed refined, like the owner before the apple-cheeked woman had good taste. Overall, if you did choose to stay here, it wouldn't be too bad of a place.
Except⊠why did it have to be on top of a hill?! Just the sight of the trek you were going to have to endure made your ankles start to ache, and you groaned, head thrown up in the air as your feet dragged up the cracked concrete path.Â
âDid these guys ever think of investing in a ramp?â you groaned internally, wiping sweat from your brow as you continued the strenuous hike. If this were the kind of difficulties you were going to face throughout your pregnancy, you would have taken more laps around the block in preparation for this moment.
Sputtering for breath, and only halfway up, you rested for a moment with a huff. How many steps have you taken? To keep your shame, you refrained from counting as you continued the climb. Another two months, and this would be impossible, which made you deflate even more.Â
You hated feeling so⊠helpless, useless, weak. People looked at you differently, as if you were the child, incapable of being able to support your own weight. Which was another reason you were resistant to the idea of moving here, you didnât want to feel like a charity caseâor a burdenâto Charlie and her friends. Hopefully, youâd prove to them today there was more to you than the baby in your womb.
The final step up to the front doors was a hefty one, and you fought the urge to roll over in defeat on their doormat. You shot the cement path the finger, before turning towards the large oak doors. You squinted, trying to get a peek through the stained glass windows as you leaned in slightly.
âStop being so creepy and knock,â you growled at yourself, before lifting a closed fist and rapping it against the sturdy, wood frame of the entryway.
Knock Knock
No response, but you waited patiently with clasped hands and a bright smile ready to go.
Knock Knock
You thought you heard shuffling behind the door, but still no response. You rolled your eyes in irritation, crossing your arms. It was getting hot out here and you needed somewhere to sit down. What kind of a hotel doesnât greet their guesâ
The large door opened slowly with a loud creak, revealing a tall, red demon. He was dressed rather formally, with a nice red tuxedo that hugged his figure perfectly. Large ears sat above his head, small antlers poking from bright red hair that framed his face. His lips were curved into a wide, toothy grin that made the hair at the back of your neck stand on end as you met his ruby-like eyes. They stared intensely into your gaze, as if reading every thought behind those wide eyes, partially shaded by that equally red monocle resting atop his cheek.
What was up with this guy and the color red?
âCan I help you?â He finally asked sweetly, static dripping from his voice, paired with a strange overlay that seemed to pour from his tongue as you watched him speak. It sounded as if he was speaking right through an aging microphone. With the door only partially cracked, you didnât see much behind that large, charming smile of his.
âHello, uhm, good sir! Iâm looking for Charlie? She and I talked yesterday andââ
âOhmygoshitsyoucomein!!â The words rolled off Charlieâs tongue just as she popped up right beside the smiling demon. She wrapped her hands around your forearms and pulled you through the threshold with a squeal. A gasp left your lips as you were dragged gleefully inside, and the door shut softly behind you.
For the next few hours, Charlie gave you a tour of the hotel while sharing her visions for the future. Dreams of happy days in Hell, and a second chance for the sinful. Sinners being redeemed and going to Heaven? Was that even possible? You didnât know, and it didnât really matter if they could, seeing as you werenât one of them.Â
You got better introductions to the residents, including new faces. Alastor, the demon from the front door, who welcomed you with that exotic voice and a humble demeanor that made you feel somewhat at ease. His voice seemed familiar though, reminiscent of horrible, violent rumors of a powerful demon on the prowl. One that scooped up Overlords and sent them to their doom.Â
Why were people afraid of you being dangerous, when demons like Alastor resided under the same roof? He may have not looked at you with that same hunger he showed his enemies, but he still could send you six feet under in an instant. Which made your unease grow a little more, as you thought about the safety of your child.
Then, there was Niffty, the freaky little cleaning lady who had a constant itch to stab things. When she saw your baby bump, she lit up, rushing towards you with a skip in her step. You froze, watching the tiny woman approach you with a bashful grin.
âCan I touch the baby?â She sent you a puppy-dog stare through one large, glittering eye. Her arms were behind her back as she twirled innocently, a small, toothy smile on her lips.
âOh, well, I donât really mind,â you said softly, lowering yourself slightly so she could reach a hand up and place a warm palm on the fabric lying against your abdomen. She giggled softly as she rubbed your stomach tenderly for a few moments, as if she was petting your child directly through her soft touches.
âDo you have a name for it?â Nifty asked, lowering her arm back to her side.
âNot yet, but Iâll figure it out,â you had said, before turning your attention back to Charlie. Finally, the last stop of your little tour was getting a peek at one of the rooms youâd be staying in. Crossing a single hallway, the two of you stood in front of a dark, wooden door. With a twist of the handle, the apple-cheeked woman pushed open the door, and your breath stilled as you leaned through the threshold.
It was a rather large room, fully furnished to replicate a master bedroom. A bed, two dressers, a large wardrobe, even a small dining table with matching chairs on the other side of the room. You stepped into a white-tiled bathroom, taking in the large maroon bathtub and matching colored sinks. Everything looked clean, and honestly, the rooms didn't match the exterior of the hotel. There wasnât much to complain about, other than some aging upholstery and building cobwebs.
You stepped back into the large bedroom, Charlie following your figure with a hitched breath as you circled the room again, inspecting it closely. You halted, silent for a few moments, before you pivoted to face the demon woman.Â
âSo, this is free? No strings attached?â
âYep!â Charlie beamed.
âNo secret legally binding agreement that Iâm about to shake on?â
âOf course not!âÂ
âWellâŠâ you started, brows furrowing in thought as you looked around the room. Charlie stared at you with apprehensive eyes, unable to read your expression as you considered your options, âIâd have to find a place closer to work, or figure out transportation from Almaâsâ
âWork?â Charlie inquired.
âHow else am I supposed to afford food and other necessities? I canât just sit around all day waiting to pop!â You raised an eyebrow at the woman,Â
âThe point is youâre supposed to take it nice and easy until youâve had your baby! Donât worry, weâve got plenty of food to go around. Plus, Iâm sure we can find a place to buy some baby essentials, like diapers and a crib. Whatever you want!â Charlie argued, that smile never faltering as she tried to win you over with charm.
âYouâre just going to spend money like that on me?â
âThatâs right! Like Iâve said, Iâm willing to do anything to support my people.â
âBut⊠how can you afford that? Who are you?â
âI guess I havenât told you, huh?â Charlie laughed nervously, before rubbing her neck with a sigh, âIâm not a big fan of telling people right off the bat, but my full name is Charlie Morningstar.âÂ
Morningstar? As in the royal family? Charlie was the daughter of the king of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar? Oh dear. This was a joke, right?
You felt your heart beat rapidly, and you placed a hand on your chest to calm its racing pace. The Princess of Hell was standing right in front of you like she was any normal demon, which was crazy. The fact you were standing in front
âYour Majesty!â You lowered your head quickly, averting your gaze respectfully.
âPlease donât!â Charlie shook her head, walking up to you, âI donât want you to regard me any differently just because I'm royal and all. I just want to help you.â
Slowly, she lifted a hand, lacing her fingers gently with yours as she stared at you with pleading eyes. You could feel the truth in her words practically radiating from her as she waited for your answer, her tone the complete opposite of manipulative, and you bit your lip in thought.
âPlease, live here,â you read through her glistening gaze.
âOkay,â you finally said softly, a smile slowly creeping onto your lips as you looked up at her.
âReally?â Charlie asked, her eyes lighting up as you nodded in response, and she bounced giddily in place, âThis is great! I canât wait to tell everyone! Oh, I am so happy you said yes. Weâll need a day to prepare, but you probably need a day to pack anyway. Oh! I almost forgotâŠâ
Charlie filled your head with more chatter about what was in store now that you were studying, and you listened intently as the two of you strolled down the hallway back into the lobby. By the time you made it to the front door, your feet were sore from all the walking, and your eyes were tired and droopy as you munched on a sandwich Sir. Pentious had kindly made for you as you left the hotel.Â
When you passed through the open front doors, you turned back to Charlie, and a few other demons behind her.Â
âThank you for being so kind to open up your home to me,â you said softly to the small group, âIâll be back tomorrow with my things. Have a good day!â
âBye!â
âSee ya, momma!â
âSsssstay hydrated!â
By the time you walked the block and a half to the dark purple store on the corner, the air had cooled considerably, and the walk wasnât so bad this time. The fans were silent, hibernating for their next use as you walked across the cracked tile of the shop, your boss fussing with change behind the checkout counter as you approached.
âLeaving?â Alma had asked slowly when you finally dared to inform her of your decision. The demon was mid-count of the register, her long neck lifting so she could meet your gaze with a curious expression.
âYes, someone offered me a place to stay until I have the baby,â you nodded, rubbing your arm soothingly as you spoke, watching her expression carefully, âI believe it would be in my best interest to take that opportunity. Iâm sorry for the short notice, so you can keep my paycheck if you want. Iâll be out of here by tomorrow, probably.â
Alma squinted at you, deep in thought as one claw tapped absentmindedly against the cracked, wooden countertop. The turtle demon grunted, before lowering herself to reach underneath the register, pulling out a long piece of paper and setting it onto the counter.Â
Dipping a claw in ink, Alma scribbled some numbers onto the paper, before signing her name below. Carefully, she lifted the parchment towards you, quirking a scaly brow at your hesitation. Extending a hand, you took the paper from her hold and turned it over. It was a check, with the remainder of your pay. Eyes widening, your head lifts to meet the old demonâs calm gaze.
âTake care of yourself, then,â Alma croaked, nodding her head slightly at you as she continued to count the cash register. A smile bloomed across your lips, and you quietly turned towards your room, excitement to be out of that cramped little room making you move a little faster as you began to pack your things.
âAlright, everyone. My dad is going to be here in⊠one hour.â Charlie smiled awkwardly, eye twitching slightly as her disheveled figure addressed the small group of demons inside the lobby of the hotel.
You sat on the couch, munching on a morning snack as she spoke. The small bowl filled with goodies rested atop your swollen belly, now larger since you moved in a while ago. Apart from the sudden dizziness and aching back, some good things came with being pregnant, like your personal little dining table in the shape of a watermelon.Â
Sometimes, youâd practice balancing different items atop the growing swell. Cups, books, anything that gave you some entertainment now that were limited in physical activitiesâmostly declared by Charlie, but you didnât complain too muchâand stuck inside most days. To an outsider, what you were doing may have seemed weird or strange. But, seeing as they werenât the ones lugging around a whole nother being, no one had room to talk about what you did for amusement.
Once, you even let Niffty build Jenga on top of your bump, as you lay comfortably out on the sofa in the lobby. The little structure tipped slightly on the unlevel surface, and you did your best to control your breathing to keep it from toppling over as she gingerly placed each rectangular block. Angel Dust had walked into the lobby, adorned in revealing clothes and cat-eye sunglasses. His features were exhausted and drained as he halted in his tracks at the sight.
âWhat are you two doinâ?â He slowly asked, lifting the shades from his face as he watched with a perplexed expression.
âAngel~,â you called, lifting your head with a smile to meet his gaze, âFancy playing a little bit of risky Jenga? We were just about to start.â
The spider demon seemed to want to reject the offer, before his eyes flitted across the empty roomâsave for the familiar bartender cleaning glassesâto the clock. It was about eight o'clock at night, a Friday, and the pornstar was trying to find any possible reason to stay inside tonight. For once, Angel Dust was party-pooped.
âHuskaâ, pour me a tall one, wonâtcha? I gotta get in my zone,â He had called towards the bar, his golden tooth glinting as he shot you a sly, toothy grin.Â
The next rounds encompassed you trying desperately not to laugh at the sensations of the game. After each block was expelled, it tumbled down your tummy and tickled at your skin. You clasped a hand over your mouth, holding in your laugh as your stomach twitched, and the small structure began to teeter.
âHey! Watch it, mama,â Angel laughed, grimacing slightly as the Jenga tower jiggled again, âIâm about to win!â
Niffty giggled beside him as you kept your mouth covered, unable to say a word with the fear that your laughter would bubble up past your lips given the chance. You stilled yourself and regained composure, the blocks settled back into place.
âWhat ifâŠâ Niffty said, a mischievous grin on her face as she lifted a claw towards you. Your eyes followed her finger right as it reached your abdomen, and you tensed, trying to prepare for the inevitable.
âNiff!â Angel gasped with a glare, right as the small white finger poked you in the side. Even with her claw, the touch was like a feather against your skin and you had no control as you reacted to the ticklish feeling.Â
âNifâHA!â You had blurted with a snort, your body pitching forward slightly at the sensation. Your lips quivered into a clasped smile just as the blocks tumbled over, losing their balance on top of your bump. They slid across the floor, and you sat up quickly.
âThatâs it, missy!â Angel Dust rose to his full height, pointing an accusatory finger at Nifftyâs innocent expression, âYou sabotaged me on purpose! You did this at UNO last night, and I wonât have it no longer!âÂ
Pivoting abruptly on his heels, Angel adjusted his tight outfit and pulled back his hair, before he turned his head towards the two of you.
âGoodnight, ladies! This star needs his beauty sleep!â He waved as he strutted away, leaving Niffty to clean up the mess and you to return Angelâs empty drink to the bar.Â
That day had tested your limits on how useful the bun in your oven was as a food rest, and you stuck to small items after that. Such as the bowl in front of you that you were tiredly nibbling on as you watched Charlie pace in place, anxiety obvious on her features as she muttered to herself.
The others around you tensed, before they dashed off in different directions, breathing heavily as if whatever was to be done was extremely important. You turned your head, watching them flee in confusion.Â
Then, Charlieâs words finally computed in your head, the morning brain fog waning as you slowly sat up. Blinking, you rubbed a hand down your face, rubbing the sleepiness from your features as you processed the information.Â
Charlieâs father, Lucifer Morningstar, was coming to the hotel? In one hour?Â
The king of Hell, the most powerful man in the realm. Whose face had long since disappeared from the public eye, when before it adorned every magazine and cover photo that one could buy.Â
What was he to think of you, a nobody with a boring story and a baby on the way?Â
You felt a slight nudge inside your stomach, your child softly prodding your side, maybe in an attempt to get you moving as you shot up from the couch.Â
âYour dad is coming here right now?â You asked approaching Charlie, and she stopped in her tracks to face you.Â
âYes,â she nodded, biting her lip, âI havenât seen him in years, and his opinion of the hotel isnât the most optimistic.âÂ
It seemed like it was difficult for Charlie to speak about her father, as if herâas husk had put itââdaddy issuesâ made the topic of her familial relationships sour on her tongue.Â
âHeâs just going to come and visit? That doesnât seem too bad, Iâm sure the place will grow on him after a quick tour.âÂ
âHeâs my only ticket to Heaven,â Charlie sighed, using a hand to rake her unkempt hair back, âEverything has to be perfect. We just need to clean a little, put some balloons up,Â
âWhat does your dad like to eat?â You said after a few moments.Â
âWhat?â Charlie stared at you with perplexity, tilting her head slightly with a quirked brow.
âWell, as you know Iâve been practicing in the kitchen a lot, learning to bake and all that, and I believe it would be a nice idea if we made something your dad enjoys. That way, he feels welcome and less apprehensive.â
That was true, you had started working in the kitchen daily ever since you moved to the hotel. With Charlie being so kind and offering for you to live there for free until your baby was born, and the fact your large bump made it difficult to do many physical activities, you decided to stick to something more hands-on and less strenuous.Â
Surprisingly, it was actually quite fun. Most days, youâd flip through pages of recipes from a cookbook Alastor had loaned to you, looking for that one treat that made your mouth water and the little bean inside of you flip around in excitement. The kitchen inside the hotel was actually quite large, with multiple fridges and ovens with wide counters that wrapped around the room.Â
Youâd gather all the different ingredients, following the directions closely as you worked. Sometimes, your feet would be so sore youâd pull up a chair and listen to some music while you quietly cut cookies into various cute little shapes, before decorating them and handing them out to all the residents inside the large building.Â
Except Alastor, who claimed to hate anything sweet when you stood before him in the lobby one afternoon.
âThank you for the kind gift, my dear, but I seem to have been born without that fabled sweet tooth. Chocolates are not my cup of tea.â The charming demon had told you, politely waving off your outreached hand as you held a small brownie with a frown.
âSo⊠what do you like?â Your arm lowered, and you stared at the brownie for a moment. The thought of putting it in your mouth instead was very tempting.
âHave you ever tried Jambalaya?âÂ
âI donât think so,â you shook your head.
âHm. Well, perhaps you can add that to your list of recipes to try? With all that work youâve been putting into cooking, I'm sure itâll be no difficulty for you to concoct.â Alastor had tilted his head thoughtfully at you, hand resting leisurely against his cane as he leaned against the barâs counter.
You had sent him a warm smile, slightly surprised by his good words. He didnât seem like the kind of man to give others praise over himself unless it benefited him.Â
Conquering the kitchen was a little more difficult than you previously imagined, and the two charred ovens on the other side of the room were a testament to that.Â
At first, the confidence in your work was pretty poor. Whenever Niffty or Charlie would ask what you were making, youâd simply smile bashfully and quietly state you were making treats. One time, you let Sir. Pentious take a bite out of your chocolate cheesecake, which ended in the snake demon lying splayed out on the floor from a sugar crash after he devoured the entire pan of it.Â
Needless to say, after most of your new friends begged for more delicacies from your hand, you let your ego swell a bit at all the praise. Now, the Egg Bois were deemed your official taste testers and would huddle around your area as you let them lick the extra dough from your used bowl.Â
âMore!â Theyâd cry happily, indicating another successful batch of sugar cookies.Â
Now, you hoped your skills had improved enough to sweep the king of Hell off his feet.Â
âWhat does my dad likeâŠâ Charlie said after a moment, pulling you back to reality as she squinted her gaze, rubbing her chin in thought.Â
You stood there silently, waiting for a response. For some reason, Charlie was having trouble recalling anything of value at first, muttering this and that. Does she really not know what kind of things her own father liked? How long has it been exactly since they had a proper conversation?
âApples!â Charlie finally proclaimed, nodding at herself in approval, âMy dad loves apples, canât get enough of them, itâs even on the royal seal.âÂ
Apples, the only earthly fruit to find itself all the way down in the pits of Hell. Even the harmless produce got the heavenly treatment by the big guys upstairs, and would never be allowed through the pearly gates since The Fall.Â
Being born in Hell, you never got to experience life like humanity above, but at least the one good thing was that Heaven didnât get to enjoy the savory goodness that was the red fruit.Â
They seemed to be a cultural treat back on the living plane and came in all kinds of varieties. Pie, cake, chips, juice, alcohol, syrup, cereal? Humans couldnât get enough of the fruit! Was there even a combination left to create with the crisp, tarty goodness?
Wait⊠thatâs it!Â
âApple tarts!â You blurted excitedly, clapping your hands.
âWhat?â Charlie asked as you moved forward, taking her hand in glee.
âIâll make him some apple tarts! Iâm sure thatâll improve his mood and be more agreeable to you! Iâve got to get to the kitchen though, see you in an hour!â You spoke quickly as you hurried off, Charlie trailing your figure with wide eyes.
As you slid into the kitchen, your hand immediately dug for your phone, as you quickly pulled up any five-star recipe for the tarted treat. Then, there was frantic mumbling coming from your left, and you lifted your head to see a large figure rummaging through a fridge. The demonâs tail lashed nervously behind him as he stuffed more ingredients into his arms.
âSir. Pentious?âÂ
The figure pulled his head out of the fridge in surprise, hitting his head on the way out with a grunt before pivoting to face you.Â
âItssss you!â He breathed out in relief, holding a clawed hand to his chest as he regained composure.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhy, I am baking cookies for His Majessssty!â He held out the small pile of items towards you, before slithering to a corner of the kitchen on the opposite side of you, âWhat about you?â
âApple tarts! I guess weâll see whoâs he prefers, huh?â You called playfully as you bent down with a grunt to collect utensils and mixing bowls hastily.Â
âAh, yesssss. Nothing like a friendly competition in the heat of the kitchen.â Sir. Pentious chuckled nervously, as he continued to pull ingredients from the cabinets, just as you were doing the same.
You grimaced at the cooking time of the apple tarts, it was going to be very close, but you were set on this delicious goodness and a little apprehension wasnât going to stop you yet.
As you worked, you heard the remnants of your friends preparing outside of the kitchen, somewhere in the lobby. Heavy footsteps reverberated across the tile as they hurried about, and the sounds of plastic stretching, like balloons being blown up and the soft screeching of tables being moved around followed soon after.
You did your best to ignore the background chatter, as you sat upon your cushioned stool, a knife in your hand as you began to thinly slice a few apples in front of you. The recipe was simple, some apple slices atop the pie crust smothered in honey, cinnamon, and sugar. You werenât sure what kind of apples theyâyou assumed it was Alastor who did the shoppingâhad stored, but hopefully Lucifer would enjoy it nonetheless.Â
Thankfully, you already had a few pans of pie crust premade for another recipe, and began to slather the sugary syrup onto the crust, your mouth watering as you arranged the apple crisps on top. Sir. Pentious fussed with an appliance across the room from you, hopefully, the poor guy hadnât forgotten to preheat the oven while he was prepping.
After throwing the tarts into the oven you set the timer, watching the apples begin to sizzle and shrink slightly against the pounding heat. Taking a large swig of water, you grabbed a small spoon from the counter before sweeping it against the side of a used mixing bowl and turning towards your friend cleaning the dishes.
âSir. Pentious!â You called, holding out a small spoon towards him. That honeyed goodness oozed slightly from the edge as you presented the snake demon with some of your cooking. He slithered forward, his eyes wide with interest as he stared at the mixture on the spoon, before gingerly taking it from your grip and inspecting it.
The demon didn't hesitate to part his lips and swipe his tongue across the sugary batter, before letting it swirl on his taste buds for a few moments. Slowly, his eyes lit up, and his lips curled into a large, fanged grin.Â
âMmm! It iss deliciousness!â Sir. Pentious melted in front of you, before placing the entire end of the spoon in his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. The snake turned, before plucking out a chunk of dough at the bottom of his used mixing bowl.Â
âSsssalmonella free!â He smiled, the doughy ball held out between two long claws extended towards you. Right, he probably doesnât use eggs in his cooking. Especially so close to the Egg Bois, who worked near the sink to quickly wash the dirty utensils spread about Sir. Pentiousâ station. You even noticed one or two running over to your work area, and grabbing used dishes to clean. You would have to thank them for that later.
Reaching out, you gingerly took the cookie dough before placing it between your lips and chewing softly. The flavors hit your tongue, and you perked at the intense, sugary taste of the dessert. Sir. Pentious had taken the classic route and baked some very delicious sugar cookies, and you licked your lips of any remaining dough.
âVery good! Save one for me after the party, hm?âÂ
âI sssuppose we are an even match, then!â Sir. Pentious declared, sending you a large smile before turning away to watch over his Egg Bois.Â
You turned away, your eyes darting up to the clock as it ticked closer and closer to the new hour. Soon, Lucifer Morningstar would be here, and hopefully, your apple tarts would please the most powerful man in Hell. Was he as handsome as the magazines made him out to be? Your eyes had always traveled to his porcelain figure in the supermarkets, that sultry, playful gaze he shot the camera that practically beckoned you with a hot, invisible finger.Â
The ethereal radiance he exuded even trapped inside that paper cover already made your cheeks warm and your skin tingle, you couldnât imagine how youâd feel when he was standing right in front of you. Especially when it came to your recent increase in⊠passionate perspectives.
You shook yourself, attempting to rid your mind of such thoughts as you groaned into your hands. You sat on your stool, waiting quietly in the dimly lit kitchen for your treats to finish. The lobby had quieted down since you had begun, now more casual discussion along with rustlings of party decor being adjusted and preps of introductions. You paid the others' conversations no mind, deep in thought as you brushed a thumb across your stomach softly.
The timer suddenly rang loudly in your hands, and you jumped from your seat slightly at the noise in your palm. The small, white clock vibrated in your grip, and you rushed to reset the mechanism to end its cry. You looked up at the clock hanging on the wall once more, how long had you just been sitting there thinking about gorgeous men? Lucifer could show up any minute!Â
Settling the timer gently atop the marble counter, you slid off the seat and reached for the oven mitts next to the sink. Striding to the oven, you pulled its door open, the rush of hot air hitting your cheeks.
âImagine being late to greet the king of Hell,â you growled to yourself as your eyes snapped to the clock on the wall, the new hour finally arriving, âA great first impression, good going.â
The yummy goodness in your grasp sizzled as you pulled the pan from the oven, breathing in the delicious scents deeply before placing the metal dish on the top of the stove. Steam billowed off the golden-brown apple slices, the cinnamon mixture oozing slightly underneath the thin crisps of fruit.Â
Hurriedly, you cut into the tart, slicing the pie-like treat into smaller slices before placing them gently onto a separate tray. By the time you threw the remaining dirty dishes in the sink and made your way to the door of the kitchen, you heard those familiar rasps against the hotelâs front door.Â
Knock Knock
You halted in your tracks right when Charlie swung open the front door to reveal a handsome, pearlescent figure bursting in to wrap his arms around his daughter. Those platinum blonde locks bounced softly underneath his tall brim hat, as he settled beside his daughter as they chatted. You were unprepared for those soft, yellow eyes that swept across the room with a playful glint in their gaze, or the confident, charming smirk that seemed so natural on the fallen angelâs features.Â
That air of superiority radiated from Luciferâs figure, with every demon in the room aware of the raw power he possessed. Those tantalizing stories of a ruthless and blood-thirsty ruler of Hell who crushed anyone who so much as sent him a heated glance refreshed in everyoneâs memories as they smiled widely. The fallen angel hadnât stayed in such a sought-after position since Hellâs creation for no reason, as only Heaven could match his strength.Â
Lucifer made no show of the deadly undertones in his proximity, however, as he strolled farther into the lobby with a relaxed grin as Charlie introduced him to Angel and Sir. Pentious. The kingâs looks were only improving every step he took closer towards your spot hiding behind the kitchen door, your breath hitching as you traced his figure from the cracked doorway. The tarts werenât the only thing in the room making your mouth water anymore.
Should you just stay in here until he goes away? Mail the tarts to him, instead? Surely, meeting you wasnât that important, and there was always a next time to introduce yourself. Inhaling a sharp breath, you shook your head to ease your nerves and expel those anxious thoughts. You were no coward, and even the prettiest face in Hell wouldnât stop you from handing Lucifer the bakery sweets.
âI guess thatâs why they called it the Has-Been Hotel, eh?â You heard Lucifer laugh from across the room, and you poked your head out from the doorway.Â
Eavesdropping into the conversation for a few more moments, you gripped the small tray in your hands tightly as you waited for the perfect time to make your sneaky entrance. Right when his eyes left the place near Husk you were planning on scooching into, you took your chance and hurried across the lobby.Â
Everyoneâs eyes were on Lucifer and Alastor bickering, and it didnât seem like anyone noticed as you slipped next to the shorter feline. That was until you felt the side of your stomach connect with the table's edge, and it slid slightly with a sickening screech. You clamped your mouth shut to stop a frustrated curse from leaving your lips as you tensed.
Curious gazes locked onto your figure, and the tray in your hands slowly lowered onto the table as you felt sweat bead down your forehead from the unwanted attention. The plan was to be as low-key as possible when you joined the group, not be thrust into the spotlight!Â
Lucifer turned, his gaze landing on your stomach before anything else, and your breath hitched as his eyes lit up with an unreadable gleam. The king traveled up your figure, before resting on your face, and his eyes seemed to widen even more as he stared for a moment.
Gosh, how embarrassing. If he decided to burst out laughing at your clumsiness or make a public spectacle of your interruption, maybe itâs something you deserveâ
âWoah!â Lucifer suddenly perked, before leaning backward, squinting his eyes as if he just got hit by a harsh ray of angelic light, âSomeone tell Heaven they dropped one of their halos down hereâŠ.âÂ
A pair of sunglasses materialized between his fingers as the fallen angel shimmied past Charlie, and you watched with wide eyes as he practically leaped over the table to reach your figure at the other end.Â
âBecause you are glowing, mama!â The king slid right up next to you, lifting the shades from his face as he waggled his eyebrows with a devilish smirk. Heat crept across your cheeks, and you smiled bashfully at his antics. Lucifer Morningstar was right next to you, and even so, up close you couldnât find a single imperfection on his features.Â
The demons around you blurred as you and Lucifer locked eyes for a few moments longer, the expressions flicking through your gazes enough to cover the silence. Luciferâs smirk turned into a soft smile as his eyes flicked to your stomach then back to you with an adoring glimmer, his features gentle as he lifted a hand out towards you.
âPlease,â you laughed softly, tilting your head away to try and hide the heat that was practically pouring off your face as you slid your fingers into his palm, âThatâs just a fairytale, Iâd say the truth of my appearance is the opposite right about now.â
The warmth radiating off of Luciferâs porcelain skin made you want to melt like butter. You felt the ache in your joints subside softly, along with the feeling of bliss from his touch that made goosebumps ripple across your skin.Â
âNo, seriously,â Luciferâs grin widened, patting your hand softly, âEven I am envious of your glow, sweetheart. You look great.â
You resisted the urge to scream into your hands like some kind of lovesick teenager at his words. Geez, you barely said a few sentences to this guy and heâs already trying to rizz you up. And it was working!Â
âThank you,â your voice cracked softly, and Lucifer gripped your hand tighter as he lowered himself slightly in a bow.
âLucifer Morningstar!â He smiled as he met your graze once more, tipping his hat slightly as he spoke, âIâm sure you already know who I am, though, as do most who see my face. The question is, who are you?âÂ
That soothing warmth on your skin disappeared as Lucifer slowly released your hand and took a step back. You lowered your arm back to your side, silently pining for his soft touch against the fallen angel.Â
âOh, enough about me!â You wave off his question with a large grin, attempting to change the conversation, âYouâre the special man weâre all gathered here for today!âÂ
Averting your gaze, you reach down towards a slice of apple tart on the tray nearby. The dessert is still slightly hot, and the heat that greets your skin followed by an itch of pain helps keep your focus in front of such a tasty snack. You were not talking about the tart.
Lucifer looks at it for a few moments, steam still slightly wafting from the golden-brown crisps of apples as you hold it towards him. The scents of cinnamon and honey hit the fallen angelâs nostrils, and he licked his lips subconsciously, eyes still locked onto your hand.
âWhat is this?â He quirked a brow, gaze flicking to the warm smile on your lips then back to the dessert.
âAn apple tart,â you reply, your arm stretching farther towards him, âI heard a rumor that our ruler fancied red fruits, so I thought Iâd welcome him with a snack.âÂ
Slowly, Lucifer lifted a hand and took the tart from your grasp. He turned it in his hands for a moment, before lifting it to his lips and taking a deep breath. The fallen angel sent you one last unreadable look before he placed the tart into his mouth.Â
You licked at the crumbs on your fingers, savoring the little bit of flavor you received. Indulging yourself in food in front of the guy you were currently ogling over wasnât on the top of your to-do list. Youâd stick to satisfying your cravings in the privacy of your room.Â
Lucifer chewed for a few moments, before he squinted in thought. He swallowed slowly, and then his eyes lit up with a surprised, but joyful, gleam. A smile bloomed across his lips as he reached over next to you to grab another of the pie-like treats.
âOkay, wow. Iâm impressed. I might hire you as my personal baker from now on,â another tart was consumed by the king, as he licked hungrily at the cinnamon mixture that was dribbling down his chin.Â
He seemed to be really enjoying them, which made you giddy inside. One, because Lucifer was enjoying your food, and two, because that would mean he was in a good enough mood for Charlie to convince him to get an audience with Heaven.Â
âDad,â Charlie finally broke the conversation between the two of you, before settling at your side. She put a gentle hand on your shoulder as she continued to speak, âThis lovely lady was having a rough time with her living situation, so I offered her a place to stay while she was still expecting. Sheâs been a great addition to our little Hazbin family. Now, sheâs taking it easy until the baby comes.âÂ
âThatâs a good idea,â Lucifer nodded in agreement through the apple tart he was stuffing his face with.Â
âIâm not completely useless,â you quickly interjected, clasping your hands together, âI help out around the hotel in any way I can, or however Alastor can use my assistance.â
âRightâŠâ Lucifer shot Alastor, who was watching the three of you with interest a few feet away, a sharp glare as he spoke, âYour⊠manager over there isnât pushing you too hard, is he?â
What was that? It sounded like Lucifer had held in a growl when he asked that, you could feel the reverberations from his throat underneath his tone.Â
âAlastor has been nothing but kind to me, everyone here has. His Majesty is too kind to care for me like this. Donât worry, I havenât done anything that could affect me or the baby.
âWell, thatâs a relief,â Lucifer said, as picked up the last tart from the tray.
The kingâs gaze rested on you as you looked at the tart longingly, your stomach growling softly as you imagined the treat between your teeth. You had eaten breakfast, had a snack before Luciferâs arrival, and had some cookie dough from Sir. Pentious, yet you were still hungry? Where was your self-respect in front of the most important figure in the realm?
Lucifer must have noticed your hungry gaze, as he split the tart apart and handed a small piece towards you. You stared at it for a moment, before shaking your head and gesturing silently for him to eat it while you heard Charlie conversing quickly with Vaggie nearby.Â
The king didnât let you refuse, when he squinted his eyes at you with a stern look and pushed the tart closer to your face, to where it was almost grazing your lips.Â
With a sigh, you send him a warm smile in thanks and reach for the tart. It crumbled slightly in your hand and you quickly shoved the whole thing into your mouth, lifting a hand to shield your immodesty as you chewed softly.Â
Fuck, that tasted so good. Your time in the kitchen has improved your skill as you happily continued chewing down the dessert, a content smile on your lips as you stood next to Lucifer.
âJust make sure not to let that creep over there make you do anything you donât want to do,â Lucifer held a hand up to hide his mouth from the onlookers, shielding the quiet words that left his lips, âIf you ever need me to smite himâŠâÂ
âDad!â Charlie gasped, shooting her father a stern glare.Â
âA joke, a joke,â Lucifer chuckled, elbowing his daughter softly in the side before turning away from you.Â
It was then that the chandelier above everyoneâs heads swayed dangerously, the rusting bolts loosening slowly from their hold against the thick plaster. You heard a soft creaking sound before your head shot up just as the bolts dislodged from their place and the large light fixture came crashing down.
It landed a few feet away from you, as glass shattered and splayed across the floor. You jumped in surprise, your hand automatically coming up to shield your stomach and Luciferâs head snapped towards you in concern. You hadnât been hurt, but his eyes still traced your figure for any injuries before he gave the chandelier a stink eye.
âAlright then,â Lucifer chuckled, and you watched with wide eyes as he slid from your side the floor beneath your feet shifted as he began to⊠sing? You backed away to the edge of the wall just as the fallen angel began to address his daughter, showcasing his magical talent as different objects poofed in and out of existence.
You had watched with wide, awe-struck eyes during the sudden musical number, your thoughts still on Lucifer's warm, gentle touch and his praise only moments before. Why was he so kind and out of the gate, was it because of your pregnancy?Â
Did the king of Hell have a soft spot for babies, or did he take pity on your exhausted, worn figure? Even baking was becoming a chore, and standing on your feet for so long was beginning to wear down on you. Thankfully, the attention was finally off you now that Lucifer and Alastor were practically at each other's throats again.Â
Did it matter what Lucifer thought of you? His attention alone made your thighs ache, and staring into those pretty eyes for too long made your lips dry and cracked and needed someone to wet them with their own.
Jesus, get it together! You just met the man, stop being such a weirdo!Â
When you finally were pulled back into reality, blinking away the stars of hot emotions that were dancing on the edge of your vision, the music had ended and a strange, short woman had burst through the front doors of the hotel.
Mimzy, that was her name, and apparently a friend of Alastorâs back from their living days on Earth. You didnât know Alastor had friends outside of the hotel, let alone friendly enough to embrace the woman. Even with all those nasty rumors about the red demon, Mimzy only looked at him with a playful glimmer in her eyes as she turned to get a look at the rest of the group.Â
When she approached you with giddy steps and batted eyelashes as she grinned at your figure relaxing on the bar stool across the room.Â
"Aw, suga, that baby bump of yours is just precious! Iâve nevaâ seen one so adorable before! Whoâs the lucky man?â Her eyes quickly scanned across the room, as if your baby daddy was hiding somewhere among the few pieces of furniture inside the large room.Â
âNot here,â you replied with a sigh, âNever will be, unfortunately. He and I had some⊠disagreements a while ago. I havenât seen him in months.â
Lucifer watched you carefully, drinking in your words with an unreadable expression from a distance before Charlie dragged him away to continue the tour around the hotel.Â
"Aw, darlin', that's a tough break. But forget that fella! You're better off without him, sweetheart. Plenty of strong mamas out there held their own just fine. Down here in Hell, it's rough, but you don't need no man to look after you! Keep on keepin' on, hun."
You averted Mimzyâs gaze at her words with a bashful smile. Doubt had always itched at the back of your scalp, doubts of whether you were doing everything right and when you had the baby if you could be okay on your own. Now, you felt a surge of renewed confidence in how good of a mother you could be. The strange woman was right of course, you didnât need a man to have a stable life.Â
But, you still yearned for someone to caress you softly late at night, or whisper sweet words of adoration and care when you desperately needed it most. A man to kiss and cherish for the rest of your life, and someone who would love your baby as their own.Â
Mimzy was loud and obnoxious as you sat next to her at the bar, but you assumed thatâs what she did for a living, drawing people in with her charm to stay for drinks and watch her dance. Her job was to wow the crowd enough for them to give her and her flapping sisters big tips and lots of company.
She wasnât too bad of a story-teller either, and as you and a few others listened to her story of Alastorâs interactions with previous overlords, you caught the way Husk growled when he spoke to her and how heâd shoot her icy glares whenever nearby. As if she was a rattlesnake ready to bring trouble, and only he could hear the warnings from her tail.Â
You understood the suspicion the feline bartender was holding towards Mimzy when a large hole suddenly blew through the wall opposite from the bar, and harsh, angry voices snarled the flapperâs name.Â
Adrenaline shot through your veins as you jumped from the bar stool, your first thought instantly going towards your baby. That maternal, animalistic urge to protect your childâs wellbeing at any cost, even if it meant sacrificing some of your own.
As your friends rushed around the room in a panic, and Alastor met the murderous loan sharks head-on outside, you locked eyes with Mimzy cowering underneath one of the bar stools.Â
âIâm sorry, I just needed to get them off my back!â She grimaced as another explosion rocked the lobby, and you stumbled backward as debris from the ceiling fell across your shoulders.Â
Your head snapped across the room, and you saw Alastorâs large demonic figure taking the brunt of the loan sharkâs attacks. Tentacles whipped around him as they smashed a few snarling demons into a pulp against the ground. The thugâs aims werenât very accurate, and some grenades bounced right past the giant demonâs figure and straight toward the hotel.Â
Luckily, nothing had reached the inside of the building yet, but you werenât going to take any chance as you turned on your heel towards the closed door of the kitchen. It was on the farthest side of the lobby and provided a large catalog of items you could use for self-defense.
If the time came when you had to cheese-grater a man across the face or make a kabob out of his eye, you had the tools to do so.Â
As you moved, you turned your head to scan for the others still in the room. Sir. Pentious was slithering to cover behind a couch, Niffty tight in his hold as she lowered his head out of sight. Husk was somewhere behind the bar no doubt, and Angel Dust was poking his head out behind the large gap in the wall, cheering on Alastorâs bloodlust.Â
Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie were still unaccounted for, most likely somewhere on the opposite side of the hotel by now. There wasnât a doubt that the three of them heard all the chaos, but would they get here fast enough to lend a hand? Alastor was powerful, but he couldnât be in two places at once if one or two thugs decided to take the fight inside.Â
Right now seemed to be a really nice time to put that pure angelic power to good use!
Your ears rang loudly, heart pounding, right as you reached the kitchen door. You wrapped your fingers around the handle and pulled on it harshly. Except, the door didnât budge. Again, you pulled on the handle, grunting with effort right as the floor shook beneath you. Your side harshly hit the door as you stumbled forward, before inhaling a sharp breath.Â
You were stuck, the door behind you locked tight.Â
Had the door locked from the inside when you had left earlier? You didnât remember closing it, but perhaps the musical shenanigans from before blew a strong enough gust of wind to shut it tight.Â
Your eyes darted across the room, looking for any other place to run that could give you even an ounce of protection. Unfortunately, you werenât flexible nor small enough to actually fit inside or behind anything for cover at the moment, which limited your options.Â
A loan shark cried out for help right outside the gap in the wall, a tentacle wrapped around his meaty legs as he harshly yanked him backward. The demonâs high-pitched scream faded as he was flung over the black gates and off into the distance.
Your gaze lowered, catching sight of a grenade from one of the few remaining thugs bouncing right off Alastorâs back, and colliding with a large boom against the hotelâs roof. The ceiling shook, pieces of plaster falling from the sky as you ducked to try to avoid them. Angel Dust dove behind the bar, beckoning you from across the room to join him and Husk as they lay low against the tile.Â
Did they think you could actually run across the room before another explosion hit the hotel?
You didnât have a chance to join them anyway, as a large support beam above your head shook violently, before the wall crumbled around the long, wooden post and it began to dislodge from its fasteners.Â
Before one could blink, the beam began to fall from its place against the ceiling, its trajectory aimed right on top of you. Angel gasped and placed a pair of hands on his face, shielding his eyes from your doom. Husk only stared in horror, mouth agape as the large object descended upon you.
Backing against the kitchen door, you shielded your head and curled your legs against your stomach.Â
âThis is it, I'm a goner,â you thought as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, waiting for the blow.Â
Except, it never came. Nothing happened, actually. The deafening sounds of chaos and war around you faded slightly, as if you placed a pair of headphones over your head. You didnât feel the sting of pain, or the sound of the large beam crashing to the floor.Â
You were still alive, that was for sure with how hard your heart pounded against your chest.Â
Slowly, you lifted your head and cracked an eye open, a golden light blinding you for a moment as your pupils adjusted to the ethereal glow. A dome of energy crackled around you, casting a mesmerizing golden hue across your figure. The thick walls of energy around you arenât completely opaque, and you can see the lobby in shambles, but your little area under the bowl is completely intact.Â
Taking a deep breath, you relax slightly and slowly stand from the door, the sounds of chaos still audible as you hear another explosion and screaming thugs.
âLook, Charlie,â Luciferâs chastising voice rose above the chaos, his head turning from you to his daughter as another support beam crashed beside them, âWhat did I tell you? This is what happens when you invite people in and be kind to them⊠nothing but trouble! You should still stick to helping people that actually need it.â
Your head turned, watching Lucifer lean lazily against his cane as Charlie scrambled around the room trying to help the others. His back was turned to you, but seeing you were sealed in a practically indestructible barrier while he continued to yap, your safety was guaranteed now.
Finally, Alastor swallowed up the last of the thugs, the large demon licked his blood-stained chops before slowly shrinking back into his original form. Dust still swirled around the lobby, but the explosions had ceased, and anything that was in danger of falling had already done so.Â
The dome of energy surrounding you flickered out of existence, any trace of its magical essence vanishing as you took a tentative step forward. The intensity of the light made your head ache, and you rubbed your temple with a groan.Â
âAre you okay?â Lucifer asked softly, coming up to stand beside you, his fingers wrapped around your arm tight as you steadied yourself.
âYes, just a little dizzy, Iâm fine now,â you turned to stare at the fallen angel with an assuring smile, right as his eyes scanned across your face, only for his brows to furrow at the sight.
âWait, youâre bleeding,â Lucifer tensed, before his cane dropped beside him and his fingers slid down to your wrist, and he turned your hand over palm-up. On your index finger was a small cut, which oozed with a thin trail of black blood, before dripping onto the carpet below.Â
Lucifer dug into a pocket inside his white overcoat, before pulling out a hand-embroidered handkerchief. He reached up to your forehead, gently brushing the fabric against your skin to clean it.
You must have smeared some blood on your face when you had previously rubbed it, thatâs why he was so worried. There was no pain from the wound, and you had no idea where it had even come from.
âItâs just a scratch,â you assured, not pulling away from Luciferâs hold on your hand as he dabbed softly at your forehead.Â
That warmth bloomed from his touch again, sending a shiver up your spine and your eyes to droop placidly. Itâd be a lie if you said you werenât exhausted from everything that had happened today, and that energy he exuded only feeding the urge to cozy up on the sofa a few feet away.
âBetter safe than sorryâ he retorted, worry dripping from his voice as he tore off a clean piece of his handkerchief, wrapping it around your finger before tying it taut against your skin. His fingers still lingered against your palm, as the two of you stood there around the demons trying to pick up the place a little.
âIâm guessing youâre the one that put that barrier around me, hm?â You asked with a soft smile.Â
âWell, I didnât expect to walk into the room with you about to be impaled by a giant wooden stake. It was pretty crazy for a moment there⊠is the baby okay?âÂ
The fact he was also worried about your child made you gush silently, swooning harder for the fallen angel than before.Â
âFine,â you nodded, reaching a free hand to gently caress your bump, âI felt them moving a bit when you came over.â
The baby had been quite active recently. Doing backflips, karate kicks, and whatever else there was for entertainment inside your womb. Earlier, when you were baking, you took a painful jab to the side by the little one, and that wasnât the first time today.
It was then that you felt it, a kick against your inner walls, causing you to jerk slightly from the surprise of it. Lucifer jumped from your reaction, and you sent him a large grin with wide eyes as you curled your fingers around his hand.Â
âTheyâre moving right now, even!â You perked, gently tugging his arm towards you with giddiness. Nobody has ever felt your baby kick before, a privilege usually reserved for parents or the childâs father. You had neither of those now, so if it meant showing a stranger the same feelings of softness you experienced? So be it.
Lucifer tensed, frozen in silence from your bold actions as you placed his hand against the fabric of your outfit. You still for a few seconds, the fallen angelâs warmth on your stomach welcoming as you waited for the baby to move again.Â
Luckily, they did, right against the kingâs hand against your bump. He hitched a breath as soon as he felt the sensation of your little oneâs movements, his eyes widening with fondness.
You smiled widely, your bump growing ticklish at the feeling of your childâs restlessness. Then, you felt something odd going on against your abdomen, and you lowered your head with wide eyes as the tip of Luciferâs finger began to glow. A soft, golden light that sizzled at your fabric, before it seemed to seep underneath and into your skin.
It felt like someone was pouring caffeine directly into your bloodstream, the exhaustion dissipating from your mind in an instant and your heartbeat quickening. The painful throbbing in your ankles subsided, and you felt renewed energy even deep in your bones.Â
The light seemed to grow across your bump, and the strange magic that was flooding your senses suddenly had your mind racing. Could it be hurting your child?Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked quietly, taking a nervous step backward away from his touch.
âWhat..? Oh!â Luciferâs hand retracted to his side in an instant, his lips curving into an apologetic smile as he averted his gaze. He seemed nervous all of a sudden, eyes darting across the room before they landed on Charlie brushing dust off of Vaggieâs hair across the room.Â
âMy apologies, have a wonderful rest of your night,â The king of Hell tipped his hat to you, refusing to meet your gaze as he backpedaled and pivoted sharply away from you, and began strolling towards his daughter who turned to him with a frown.Â
Your stomach twisted at his sudden exit, regret bubbling in you. Did your question come off as too confrontational? Lucifer didnât exactly ask for your permission to do⊠whatever he did, so it wasnât wrong to react the way you had.Â
Watching Lucifer leave for a few moments, you sighed softly, hands rubbing together in a soothing motion. Looking around the room, you searched for something to busy yourself with as your mind continued to race.Â
That was the last time you had spoken to Lucifer for the rest of the night, his sudden departure after reconciling with Charlie leaving you to stew silently with your thoughts.Â
Would you meet the king again? You desperately hoped so.
Your thoughts stayed on Lucifer even after you awoke the next morning, and the morning after that. Thoughts of his gentle touch, his strange behavior, and the way his magic had filled you with such strength.Â
You felt renewed vigor after that sweet encounter with the king. It was like getting shot with a dose of ibuprofen and adrenaline all at once. The soreness in your ankles subsided, the strain on your back lessened, and you felt, dare you say⊠lighter on your feet?
Was that what angelic magic was capable of? Luciferâs touch felt like nothing you had ever experienced before, at least compared to some of the other demons in the hotel.
Alastorâs magic was freezing to the touch, and whenever he was visibly displaying his power in the vicinity, you began to notice how your breath fell from your lips like fog. The Radio Demonâs aura played with your fight or flight instincts, putting you on the edge whenever his smile sharpened, those spots in your vision filled with strange symbols as he shot predatory eyes towards enemies of the hotel.Â
Fear was the driving force behind Alastorâs power, the elixir to spur that blood-lust in his veins. A similar feeling itched at the back of your scalp anytime Angel Dust returned from Valentinoâs studio, the stench of an emotionally driven display of dominance that always led to someone curling against the cold, hard floor in anguish. While you held no reservations for the pleasant-speaking, red demon, you still regarded him with caution at the amount of trouble he could bring into your life at any moment.Â
Charlie had a lot of potential for being half-angel, the same magical essence that flowed through Heaven also flowed through her veins, mixed with the demonic presence imbued into her parents when they fell. It made you feel uneasy, being surrounded by such powerful forces with a child on the way.
Except, Luciferâs aura was much different. It made you feel⊠grounded, and safe, like you could conquer the world. A boost of confidence with a hint of child-like giddiness that made a soft smile grace your lips the entire rest of the day.
That soft, golden magic that spread across your skin made warmth bloom through your body and sent pleasurable tingles up your spine. It eased the strain in your muscles and settled your nerves like a refreshing sip of red wine after a long day, making you dizzy for more. Even though you were the one to pull away first, that desire to get closer to Lucifer again didn't fade the rest of his visit. Which only made you frustrated at your own chaotic emotions.
Growling, you inspected your appearance in the bathroom mirror, steam coiling around your face as the plush fabric of the towel soothed your soaked, heated skin as it dried the water dripping from your figure.Â
Curse these pregnancy hormones, for making you think such disrespectful thoughts! He was the king of Hell, not some pretty dilf with a thing for babies that made heat creep across your cheeksâand in between your thighsâwithout a second thought.
âI blame you for this,â you shot a glare down to your bump, before exiting the bathroom with a huff and reaching your dresser.
You began to change in an outfit for the day, which was taking much longer than usual now that your stomach was growing rounder by the day. It was obvious you were close to your due date, and that filled you with joy and anxiety.
Joy, to be finally holding your baby into your arms and letting them snuggle against your warm chest. Communicating through soft lullabies and whispers with the only response being kicked to your bladder wasnât exactly the thrills of your pregnancy. When you finally had the little bean in your life, youâd do everything you could to spoil them rotten.Â
Your baby wasnât exactly a âlittle beanâ anymore, but until you settled on a name, that was what you would continue to call them.Â
Thoughts about your baby always made your anxiety spike, thinking about what you would have to do to bring your child into the world. Labor wasnât pretty in any realm, and the exhaustion and pain that would come with it wasnât something you liked to think about too often.Â
What would happen if something went horribly wrong? Who⊠who would take care of your child?Â
You only sighed as you finished dressing, slipping on comfortable footwear as you crossed your room towards the hallway door. The trek from your room to the lobby had become quite a strenuous one, since you slept across the hotel from everyone else.Â
When you had first arrived, you still dealt with the occasional twisted stomach, especially after your nose began to identify once delicious smells as revolting to the point you were gagging just smelling a once beloved candle.Â
At your request, Alastor had found you a room with a small balcony that faced away from the city. It was the cleanest air, and smelled the least sulfury as that side of the hotel was hit with large drafts of freshâor whatever was close enough in a place like Hellâair that you welcomed on days where you felt like emptying your last meal constantly.
Now, the long walk was killing your ankles, and the staircase conveniently placed between you and the lobby made your path even longer when you had to slowly waddle down the stairs. You havenât come close to slipping yet, but seeing as you couldnât see your feet any longer, it would surely happen eventually.Â
As the door to your room shut softly behind you, the plush carpet beneath your feet felt refreshing to your swollen appendages as you began strolling down the hallway. Yawning, you rubbed the remaining sleep from your eyes as you closed in on the staircase. Since waking up, an exhaustion deep in your bones had been plaguing you. Today, the only thing on the to-do list was to watch the newest episodes of âHellâs Greatest Bachelorâ and sleep.
âWhat are you doing up there?â A familiar voice called from the bottom of the staircase, sending you a stern stare as he leaned against his cane.
You stopped, one foot hovering just above the first step as your head shot up and eyes widened as Lucifer stared at you with furrowed brows. What was he doing here? When did he get here, and why did you choose today to wear something comfy and casual?Â
Was he still upset about what happened last time?
âMy King? W-what are you doing here?âÂ
âI believe I asked you first. What are you doing all the way up on those steps?âÂ
âDoes His Majesty now quarrel with the stairs?â You teased, trying to contain a playful smile. Whenever you were in the fallen angelâs presence, you almost caught your lips curving into a goofy grin that was paired with heated cheeks.
It seemed Lucifer was in much better spirits today, his demeanor more playful than stern, and you sighed softly with relief.Â
âNo!â The king huffed, before placing his black-heeled boots onto the plush, red carpet of the staircase and slowly made his way up to you, âWhat I quarrel with is someone trying to kill themselves! Do you know how dangerous this kinda thing is in your condition?â
Thereâs that word again, âConditionâ. As if it is some illness that has befallen you and taken the use of your legs and critical thinking skills. Maybe it was just your emotions getting the best of you, but you really hated that word.Â
âI asked Alastor to put me over here, these windows have the best airflowâ you shrugged, taking another step down the staircase which Lucifer only grimaced at.
âStop moving, let me get to you,â Lucifer growled softly, watching you with unease before leaping up the final steps to your waiting figure.
He halted at a step just above you, and for the first time, you had to look up to meet the kingâs gaze.
âIâm pregnant,â you squinted slightly, sending Lucifer a small glare as you frowned, âNot handicapped.â
âI know, I knowâŠâ Lucifer lifted an elbow to you, a gentle beckon for you to take his arm as he spoke, âBut itâs always good to be a little extra careful! Itâs not like I'm bothered doing this kind of thing for you, anyway.â
âYouâre the king,â you take his gesture, sliding your arm around his as you lock elbows, warmth radiates from his touch and you relax slightly, âItâs demons like me who should be waiting on you like this.â
âIâm Lucifer Morningstar,â he puffed his chest slightly, quirking a playful brow at you, âI donât need anyone to wait on me, because I can do it all with a snap of a finger.â
You rolled your eyes with a smile as he guided you down the stairs, silence following his proclamation. It was quite a long staircase and stole your breath most times you tried to climb it. Hopefully, this daily exercise would mean your next match with the cracked concrete path down the hill outside would be in your favor.
Luciferâs hold on you was gentle but firm, as he used his other hand to softly tap his cane against each step. It was rhythmic, with purpose, and you thought in the silence of the large room you could hear him humming a soft tune, as he stared off in the distance.
âWhat are you singing?â
âI was singing something?â Lucifer perked, before he sent you an apologetic smile.Â
âI donât mind it,â you replied with a soft smile, turning your head to meet his gaze, âYour voice is very⊠pretty.âÂ
His eyes widened, face flushing slightly at the words that left your lips, which also caught you in surprise. Sure, you had gushed about his voice for the past three days, but you didnât expect to be so blunt about it. Especially, when it was to the adult crushâs face!
âYou think so?âÂ
âYes,â you batted your lashes at him, hold tightening around his arm as you continued down the steps, âYou have a very velvety, soft voice, even when youâre humming. Like a lullaby, something I'd sing to my baby before bed.â
You felt Lucifer puff his chest slightly, his posture straightening beside you and you could only smile in delight. It was obvious Lucifer liked your compliments, and you had no problem reminding him of how gorgeous he was.
You imagined that the fallen angel was carved from the smoothest marble with the most precise hands, a perfect sculpture of a man that humans could only envy.Â
âI used to do the same for Charlie,â Lucifer replied after a few moments, a content smile on his lips as if he was replaying the memories with fondness, âI like to think she got her musical talent from all the nights I sang her to sleep.â
âThatâs so funny, Charlie seems like she was a wild baby,â you laughed softly as the two of you continued walking down the steps, halfway there now. Envy itched at the back of your scalp as you imagined what it would be like to have someone else doting over you and your baby like that.
âShe was,â Lucifer gushed, just as your feet hit the hallway flooring of the hallway. The happiness Lucifer displayed talking about his daughter only made your heart swell.Â
If your ex had stayed around, would he have shown the same care Lucifer had in the short amount of time since you had met him? Probably not. At least you had done the right thing and dropped him the moment he chose his dick over a family, there were no regrets anymore about your past actions regarding that asshole of a demon.
âThank you, Your Majesty, for helping me with that difficult task,â You slowly began to slip your arm out of Luciferâs hold, and he hesitated slightly, but released his hold after a moment, âNow I believe it's your turn to tell me what youâre doing here so soon.â
âI felt Iâd come in person to tell Charlie about the meeting with Heaven. I got in contact with them and arranged a date for her. I just wanted to run through some rules she should keep in mind when sheâs up there,â Lucifer replied.Â
You titled your head, smiling softly at his worried expression. His daughter is going someplace potentially dangerous where he couldnât protect her, and that obviously made him uneasy. Youâd feel the same if it was your child, the thought causing your hand to lift and brush a gentle thumb underneath your bump.
âAlso, to apologize again,â Lucifer deflated slightly, rotating the apple-tipped cane between his fingers, âI overstepped my boundaries the last time we interacted, it was rude of me and I won't let it happen again.â
âAre you talking about that magic stuff you did to me?â You asked, tilting your head with a quirked brow.
âYes⊠I didnât realize I was doing it until you reacted. Itâs just kind of an instinct for me, blessing babies. I meanâwell, I canât bless anymore, but it's still the same kind of magic. I understand if it made you uncomfortable and everythingâŠâ
âI liked it.â
âYou did?â Lucifer asked in disbelief, his cane freezing in his grip as he stared at you.
âYes! I was just taken aback is all, Iâm sorry. Whatever you did, it felt very invigorating, like I could climb a mountain!â you nodded your head vigorously, eyes sparkling as you sent Lucifer a playful smile.
âOh⊠well, Iâm glad I could be of use to you,â he averted his gaze with a bashful grin, adjusting his long collar with flustered fingers.
âWould you do it again?â You asked with a raised brow, puckering your lips slightly as you batted your lashes towards Lucifer. Whatever he did felt like some kind of drug you craved, boosting your mood and energy like nothing ever has.Â
âUh huhâŠâ Luciferâs gaze drifted to your lips momentarily, before you unpuckered them and they curved into a pleased grin.
âGreat! Here, you can even touch my bump again, if that makes things easier,â you beamed, lacing your fingers with Luciferâsm who tensed at your bold touch. Gently, you pulled his arm towards the underside of your bump, lifting the fabric slightly so his finger could softly graze against soft skin.
Lucifer was deathly still, his hand obediently limp in your hold as you adjusted closer to the babyâs position. They had been very active this morning, playing patty cake with your bladder and parkouring against the walls of your womb. Even now, you could feel a slight nudging against the side of your stomach, and you pressed Luciferâs hand gently into your skin.Â
â...There! Can you feel it?â
Right on cue, your baby roughly nudged you, your skin shifting slightly against their jab, and Luciferâs hand tensed at the feeling. That soft smile of his widened, that glimmer of adoration returning to his gaze as his index finger extended, a soft golden glow emanating from the skin Luciferâs hand was softly pressed against.
Just like last time, a soothing burst of energy flowed through your limbs. The ache in your feet ebbed, that weight in your back lessening, along with the similar sensation of experiencing a sugar rush. The urge to do a few laps around the hotel, if that was even possible at this point.
And then, something strange happened. Something⊠different from the last time. You felt pulsing against your skin where Lucifer's fingers lay.Â
Ba-dump, Ba-dump. Fast and rhythmic, beating with life. As your skin seemed to glow with the angelic light, the noise only got louder as it echoed around the room. Your fingers still wrapped delicately around Luciferâs hand tightened slightly, as the pulsing grew stronger.
âCan you hear that?â Lucifer whispered softly, his thumb brushing softly against your skin as he met your gaze.
âIs thatâŠ?â
âTheir heartbeat,â he replied with a smile, âIt sounds very strong, too. A perfect, healthy baby.âÂ
Tears pricked at your eyes as you listened for a few more moments, the sounds of your childâs beating heart like music to your ears.Â
After a few more moments, Lucifer slowly slid his hand out of your grip and away from your stomach. With his touch went the warmth and that magical, golden glow. The room fell silent again, that musical rhythm fading with the light.Â
You wiped your eyes with a free hand, holding in a sniffle as you smoothed the fabric of your outfit back into place with the other.
âBetter?âÂ
âVery much,â you nodded, your posture straightening that made relief bloom down your aching spine, âEnough to go for a walk outside, even!âÂ
âAlone?âÂ
âWell, who else?â You quirked a brow, turning towards the long hallway on the other end of the room, one hand resting on your bump as you walked, âAngel is working, Sir. Pentious sleeps until noon, and Charlie and Vaggie always spend their mornings together. Unless you are suggesting that I ask Alastor, who actually might be around here somewherââ
ââIt's almost like, â Lucifer slid up right beside you, arm softly brushing against yours as he sent you a charming grin, keeping pace with your slight amble, âThere is a demon very close by that is perfectly capable of lending assistance. One that has done a fantastic job so far providing both protection and entertainment, donât you agree?
âDoesnât this demon have plans with his daughter this fine morning?â
âApparently his daughter has plans with someone else, and Iâd hate to interrupt the two lovebirds doing whatever it is that young kids do these days.â
âAnd youâd rather spend your free time with me?â You questioned with a soft, disbelieving laugh. Why would someone that could go anywhere he pleased and do anything he wanted, spend time with a random demon from the streets like you?Â
âIf the lady allows me,â Lucifer hummed with a grin.
What was so bad about letting him join you? It was only a quick walk, and you didnât mind his company one bit. He was the king of Hell anyway, he could join you even without your consent. He was giving you a choice in the matter, and that just proved his character was more than that egotistical, powerful grin he displayed to his people on the covers of magazines.Â
âHis Majesty may join my stroll if he wishes,â you grinned, sending him a playful glance as the hallway opened up slightly as you neared the front of the building.
Lucifer seemed to have a little more pep in his step the rest of the way to the lobby, which was unusually empty as the two of you passed through the large room towards the front entrance. The fallen angel slid right past you to reach the doors first, before he opened one wide for you with a courteous tip of his hat as you passed by.Â
âWhat a gentleman,â you teased with a giggle, patting him softly on the shoulder as you passed by, before stepping into the morning light. Basked in light red hues, you stepped onto the grass.
âThereâs a dirt path that goes around the building, just a lap is all I needed to burn some energy.â You turned to him with a smile.
Before you even got to take a step in that direction, your stomach rumbled loudly, and Luciferâs head snapped in your direction, before he quirked a brow at your averted gaze.
âHave you eaten anything today?âÂ
âNo, it's still early. I get sick if I eat right away in the morning, â you explained. Another addition to the list of pregnancy symptoms that liked to torment you.Â
âSomething light, at least,â Lucifer suggested, his eyes landing on a rickety old picnic table before turning to you with a pleading look.Â
You donât argue with the fallen angel, instead brushing past him to take a seat on one of the benches. With all the extra weight in your middle, sitting was also becoming a nuance, and the muscles in your legs were probably twice the size now with all the exercising you were doing lately.
âWhatâs on the menu today?â Lucifer asked from the other side of the table, rubbing his hands with a playful smile as he removed his hat and coat to lay gently beside him.Â
After a few moments of thought, you indulged him on your latest food fix.Â
âThe lady is as cultured as ever,â the king responded with a grin, before snapping his fingers and lifting his hand palm-up to catch a plate of your desire and lowering it gently onto the table, before catching a tall glass of water in the other.
Digging into your gourmet breakfast, Lucifer watched you with a small smile, pleased that you were eating something at least. His thoughts pulled him away for a few moments as you hungrily devoured the food on the table.Â
You both sat there in comfortable silence, drinking in the morning peace.
âWhat are your plans after you have the baby?â Lucifer finally spoke, his chin resting against his knuckles as he stared at you softly. The gentle breeze tousled his silky blonde strands, as you took a sip from your glass.Â
âProbably find somewhere deeper in the city, where the jobs are. Iâm sure thereâs somewhere hiring that will take my skills. Maybe Iâll actually become a baker this time.â
âYou donât plan on staying?â
âI donât want to be a bother,â you shook your head, pausing to take another large sip of your water, âCharlieâs already been accommodating enough, I canât ask for moreâ
âDid he think you were a bother?â Lucifer suddenly blurted.
He?Â
âWho?âÂ
âYouâre⊠previous partner,â he slowly replied, stepping carefully to the subject of your ex-boyfriend. Someone who you had desperately tried to forget these past few months, to no avail.Â
You blinked, tilting your head. Had Lucifer heard your conversation with Mimzy from when you first met? Had he been letting whatever thoughts stew until it drove him mad enough to ask you about it now?Â
âI think he was more bothered by the fact he was going to be a father, than just me,â you laughed dryly, tracing the thin lines in the wood absently as you further exposed the shortcomings in your life.
Lucifer clenched his fist, pupils narrowing in irritation at your words. A soft growl resonated from his throat, and you lifted your head in concern at his emotional display.
âIâm sorry,â he shrunk slightly under your questioning star, averting his gaze to control his outburst. âItâs just hard to believe that anyone would treat someone like you with such disregard.âÂ
Your mouth parted slightly, but no words left your lips as you processed his statement, heart fluttering at his reaction. Guilt and regret crossed his features for bringing up the topic, as if you were a ticking time bomb ready to explode at the mention of your old lover.
Was Lucifer angry for you?
You found yourself overwhelmed by Lucifer's unexpected display of protectiveness and concern. His reaction stirred a mixture of emotions within you, ranging from surprise to gratitude. It was as though a veil had been lifted, revealing a side of him you only glimpsed beforeâa side that cared deeply about your well-being.Â
âLucifer Iââ
âLetâs not dwell on the past,â the fallen angel interrupted you, rising from the bench suddenly as the empty dishes around you vanished with a burst of red smoke.Â
He slipped on his overcoat and hat, before moving around the table to stand by your side. You looked up at him with a questioning stare once more.
âShall we continue?â Lucifer asked softly, before lifting an elbow offering it to you.
You frowned at his change in the conversation, before lowering your gaze to his arm and slowly reaching up to grasp it with a small smile. Fine, youâd drop his sudden interest in your past and future.
Using his angelic strength, Lucifer helped you rise from your seat, a show of support you accepted gratefully. You locked elbows with him again, before turning towards the dirt pathway that wrapped around the hotel.Â
For now, youâd let him dote on you without fuss. One day, though, youâd figure out what made the fallen angel so interested in you.
After that, Lucifer came to visit the hotel more often, which also meant paying a visit on your end too. It always started with a soft knock on your door, before he greeted you with that charming grin that instantly sent butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.
Then, heâd pull out an item from the inside of his coat, lifting it towards you like an offering. Usually, it was food that the fallen angel had noticed you taking a liking to. Heâd lift a diverse array of mouth-watering goodies to your face, his lips curving into a knowing smirk as you hungrily accepted them.
Your cravings seemed to change by the week, so the poor guy began keeping a list of them all on the door of his fridge as a daily reminder of what could win your heart. Cravings werenât the only things he kept an eye on, every interest you spoke of during those long conversations were memorized.Â
As time went on, the gifts he offered you grew bigger, and so did your reactions to seeing them.
One day, Lucifer had walked you back to the staircase in an odd silence. He had never been so quiet before, and his demeanor was more anxious than usual. You didnât have time to ponder that thought for long when the king cleared his throat to grab your attention.
âSoâŠ. I was a little bored last night,â Lucifer started, adjusting his long collar nervously as you regarded him with a quirked brow, âand, well, seeing as you didnât have much for the baby, I thought I could give you a hand, soooo I made you this!â
His arm quickly lifted towards you, and you leaned forward to get a look at the small object in his hand.
Nestled in Luciferâs palm, was a small, yellow rubber ducky. Your eyes widened, breath hitched, as your gaze flicked from the toy to Lucifer, then back to the ducky adorned with a small, white hat. He watched your reaction intensely, and at your silence, he cracked an awkward grin.
âFor the little one, in case you didnât have anything for them. Itâs even got a little baker's hat, since I know thatâs kind of your thing.â
Tears pricked at your eyes, and you took the duck gingerly from his hand, turning it over as you traced the outline of the beak, the cute little hat, and finally its adorable tail feathers curled at the back. It stirred something in you, your stomach swimming with emotions that were threatening to bubble up and consume you while staring at the toy.Â
He made this⊠for your baby? As a gift to you?Â
That was so sweet of him, and not even Charlie had given you something so thoughtful. Sure, she paid for a majority of your baby necessitiesâwhich you owed her your life for, no matter how much the girl disagreedâbut she never presented you with something made from the heart like this.
Lucifer did, though. Even if he made a million matching yellow duckies beforehand, he still made this one specifically for you. Had your ex ever cared enough to do something like this for you? You couldnât recall. And yet, a man who was practically a stranger before you was the one to care enough.
Fuck, you were about to cry. You tried to steel yourself, holding back tears.Â
You met Luciferâs gaze after a few moments, as you softly stroked the little toy with your thumb. The fallen angel only grimaced at your reaction, his smile faltering slightly as he watched your eyes well with tears and your lip start to quiver.
âDo you hate it?â He asked slowly, and you realized you were beginning to sniffle softly, hiccups building in your chest as you blinked in confusion.Â
âHateâhicâIt? Why would you thinkâŠ?â You started, before you felt tears welling up underneath your chin, and dripping softly onto the ducky close to your chest.Â
You mentally slapped yourself, of course Lucifer would think you disliked it because of how emotional you were being. Shame ate at you after that. Here the king of Hell was, thinking about you and your baby and making something in his own free time, only for you to reward him with tears.
Curse these hormones!
Now, the quiet sniffles that escaped you were from both sadness and delight, as you clutched the rubber ducky closer to your chest. The tears spilled faster from your cheeks, wetting the ground beneath you. A few droplets landed on your exposed arm, and its cool touch was a welcome sensation from the heat boiling underneath your skin.Â
âI-I-Iâm sorry, Your Majesty,â you finally breathed, rubbing a hand across your face to get rid of the tears, before you inhaled a sharp breath to calm yourself, âIâm sorry for being such a⊠such aââ
You clamped your mouth shut, trying to rope in the last bit of control you had over your emotions that were threatening to come undone. You sucked in a large, sputtering breath and Lucifer leaned back, just as your lips quivered violently.
ââa wreck!â you wailed after that, placing your free hand to your mouth to try and hold in your sobs.
Lucifer jumped slightly, closing in the distance between the two of you as he rushed to your side. He bit his lip, what could he possibly do to make you feel better? If he would have known this was how you were going to react
âWait, no! Youâre not a wreck, youâre completely fine. Perfect, even! Oh, please donât cryâŠâÂ
The man was starting to pace as you held a hand to your mouth, slowly but surely clamping down on your outburst of emotion.
âHere, have another one!â A second rubber ducky appeared with a red burst of smoke, landing softly into his palm as he lifted it towards your face, âDonât worry I have a lot more at home!â
The duckie's cute little apron, displaying a cookie and two tiny wooden spoons in the shape of an X, only made your lip quiver more violently. Lucifer slowly pulled the third ducky away from your view behind his back, staring with concern as you tried to catch your breath.
âItâs so cute!â you gasped through the tears, before rubbing your eyes once more.
âYou think so?â He replied in disbelief.
You nodded your head vigorously, smiling through the tears as you clutched both ducks to your chest. Lucifer slowly caught on, before breathing a large sigh of relief like he just avoided doomsday.
âAre⊠you two okay?â Came a familiar voice from the edge of the room. You turned your head to see Charlie standing with a confused expression as she watched Lucifer fuss over your disheveled figure.
âCharlie!â Lucifer perked, shooting her an awkward grin as he stood beside you, âI didnât expect to see you here! I just thought I'd swing by and give our friend here a little something for their child.â
You held out your hands to the princess, who leaned in to get a better look at the yellow toys. The familiar body shape, orange beak, and beady little eyes had her immediately recognizing the objects and the reason behind your emotional outburst.Â
âAwe, thatâs so sweet, Dad!â Charlie clutched her chest, swooning at the sight of the small rubber ducks in your hands, âTo make something for her baby like that, so thoughtful of you!â
She walked closer towards you and Lucifer, passing right by a few feet away to a hallway on the other end of the room.Â
âWell, I wonât interrupt the two of you any longer, comfortable in each other's company alreadyâ Charlie waggled her eyebrows at you, throwing her dad an encouraging thumbs up before walking around a corner and out of sight.Â
That had been a very embarrassing moment for you, but after the initial upsetting reaction, Lucifer didnât seem to mind the changes pregnancy had forcefully placed upon you. Emotionally or physically, he seemed to adore traits that you had acquired during these past few months.
The fallen angel had been helping you in the kitchen one afternoon, as you made apple empanadas at his subtle request.Â
Since you had first introduced Lucifer to your cooking, he couldnât get enough of it. Anytime you mentioned using the kitchen, his head would snap towards you, licking his lips with hunger. The fallen angel had never asked outright for you to make anything for him, but dropping hints like âI thought I'd drop off some more apples for your pantry, since I know you like to use them in your baking and all.âÂ
Youâd simply shake your head and pull out Alastorâs recipe book, flipping through the pages for anything that used the red fruit. Thankfully, there was more than just tarts and pie that you could try your hand at.Â
Thankfully, Lucifer ate up your dishes with the ferocity of a starving child every time.Â
âIf you can just materialize any food you want, why not just make these yourself?â You had asked him once, as you took small balls of dough into round, flattened pieces against the kitchen countertop.Â
âYour food is just much better,â he had shrugged next to you, folding the dough-wrapped apple stuffing into dumpling-like shapes, before setting them neatly on a cookie sheet to be baked. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his forearms, his red-and-white-striped waistcoat covered by a tall red apron.Â
Heat crept across your cheeks at Luciferâs words and you averted your gaze to hide your flustered expression. With his help, youâd never fuss about making him sweet treats. Especially if you got to indulge in them as well.Â
Picking up a light stack of dishes you walked around the counter towards the sink. Your walk wasnât really a walk anymore, your gait altered to adjust for the weight of what was basically a watermelon strapped to your stomach.Â
You were also much slower, and you hated it.Â
Right as you reached the sink, a soft chuckle reverberated behind you. Luciferâs gaze had followed your figure, his eyes glinting with amusement as you moved.
âWhat are you laughing at?â You shot him a playful, suspicious glance as you placed the dishes gently into the sink.Â
âYour walk, it reminds me of a waddle,â Lucifer teased with a soft smile, "Like a duck, adorable without even trying.âÂ
That only sent you into another flustered mess, cheeks heating in embarrassment that it was quite obvious you were struggling with the growing baby weight so far into your pregnancy.Â
Even with the multitude of compliments given to you by the king, your self-esteem had greatly deflated as the months passed.Â
âI look rather unsightly now,â you had sighed, adjusting your outfit in the tall mirror near your roomâs dresser.Â
Lucifer was leaning against the frame of your doorway, arms crossed as he watched you analyze yourself meticulously.
âWhat? Who told you that?â Lucifer questioned with a soft growl, brows furrowing.
âNobody,â you replied with a frown, crossing your arms, âNobody needs to tell me I look terrible. Itâs clear as day, just look at me!â
âI am,â he smiled softly, shooting you casual bedroom eyes, âAnd I am very tempted to show you just how wrong you are, but my daughter demands my presence, and who am I to deny my little girlâs call?â
âLooks like Iâll just have to see you later,â you replied as he strolled up to you with a cheeky smile.Â
âOf course,â he had purred, his fingers lacing with yours before he lifted your hand to his face. Lowering his head, Lucifer brushed his lips softly against your knuckles, heat radiating from his touch. Your heart fluttered, breath hitching as you resisted the urge to melt right then and there.Â
Lucifer had tipped his hat to you, releasing your fingers slowly before turning away and walking out the door. You had smiled like a dumb teenager then, your mood instantly brightening at his flirtatious demeanor.Â
However long this⊠bond between you and Lucifer lasted, you prayed it was full of nothing but soft memories. Only time would tell whether the king would get bored of you and simply turn the other cheek at your presence, no indication that the two of you had ever held a conversation.Â
âStop being so paranoid,â you growled to yourself, shaking your head, âHeâs only ever been kind to you. Caring, thoughtful, funny. What more do you want?â
With the last month of your pregnancy just around the corner, you were determined to make this last, mostly peaceful period a pleasant one with the people you cared about.Â
Hopefully, things will stay peaceful until then.
But, as Extermination Day closed in, so did your due date. You were giddy for the arrival of the latter, ready for the freedoms that came with having total control of your body once more.
âI canât wait until youâre outta me, kiddo,â you patted your round stomach affectionately, before waddling out of your room. Which was about five doors down from the lobby now, closer to the rest of the residents. It was noisier now, but at least you didnât have to walk a mile to get decent food.Â
It was Charlie who had initially convinced you to move, citing the fact that if you were to go into labor during the night or somewhere too far from the others, it may pose a risk to your baby in the case of an emergency.Â
She was right, and Lucifer had no qualms with the change, as expected.
The only downside to being close to your due date was the many false alarms signaling you of labor. False alarms that only heightened everyoneâs unease that you were a water balloon waiting to burst at any moment's notice.
Luciferâs anxiety especially spiked whenever youâd suddenly wince, hissing in pain as you put a shaky hand on your stomach. Heâd come rushing to your side, and you responded to his concern with an assuring smile and a pat on your stomach.Â
âIâm fine, just Braxton-Hicks contractions, nothing serious⊠I think.âÂ
The king would sigh in relief at your words, relaxing slightly before offering you water or something to snack on.Â
In the final month of your pregnancy, you were under strict orders by the royal family to refrain from lifting a finger until the baby came. You found that when the two Morningstarâs werenât busy, they were finding ways to entertain you and soothe the natural pains that came with being on the very last leg of your pregnancy.Â
Seeing as Extermination Day was just around the corner, the two werenât around much as the days went on. Charlie was disappearing more often to try and gather support against Adamâs forces, and Lucifer was slowly regressing into another one of his depressive episodes.
Luciferâs woes werenât magically solved simply because he was finding purpose in caring for you and the hotel, mental health was unfortunately not that smoothly paved of a road to traverse. The king still had days where he retreated into the darkness of his mansion, barely a word to you or Charlie during that time. Only to reappear with tired, sunken eyes and a handful of freshly crafted rubber ducks for your growing collection.
You always gave him the space he needed, it just was terrible timing seeing his daughter was preparing to fight an army of murderous angels.Â
Until one day Lucifer appeared in front of the door of your room, knocking so softly you almost missed it if you werenât right next to the wooden frame. Extermination Day was only a week away.Â
âYou should get somewhere safe,â He had started right as you appeared in the doorway, âThis hotel is full of targets for Heaven, you shouldn't be in such a stressful environment with the risk of an attack.â
âI thought they canât go after my kind?â You had questioned, head tilting in confusion.
âThe contract explicitly states they canât, but that doesnât mean one idiot canât point the spear at the wrong demon in the chaos. I just donât want to risk anything.â Lucifer pleaded silently for your agreement, his eyes soft with concern.
âIf thatâs what you think is best,â you had replied softly, heart fluttering at the level of worry and care the fallen angel displayed towards you and your child.
There was a small villa nestled on the outskirts of the city Lucifer owned, quiet and peaceful with its own butler that youâd rely on while you stayed there during the extermination. Lucifer had nudged at the idea of you staying there for more than just a couple of days, insisting how much better equipped it was to house a baby and away from any danger.
You had considered it, but your answer wasnât finalized by the time Extermination Day rolled around, and you awoke with packed bags and a twisting stomach. You had been feeling⊠off all morning. Your bump felt heavier as you completed your early routine, your baby a little more active than usual. Sleep was a rarity the past few days, and you tried to rid your mind of drowsiness as you stood in front of Charlie withÂ
âOkay, so there is a limo coming to pick you and your things up soon. I made sure to have them pull up at the top of the hill for you,â The princess spoke as Vaggie tightened her outfit from the back, adjusting it slightly against her skin.
It was a red suit that stuck to her figure perfectly, providing ample flexibility and movement during battle. You had never imagined Charlie in this kind of scenario, someone who strongly opposed violence walking straight into it? A surprising sight, but the princess was set on being on the frontlines with the rest of her people when Adam arrived.
âThank you,â you replied softly, before wincing at a ripple of pain that hit your from your lower abdomen.Â
âAre you okay?â
âYes, sorry. I've just been feeling a little under the weather lately. Nothing to be worried about.â You smiled reassuringly to the princess. She had much bigger things to fuss about then you.
âOkay, just let me know if something changes,â She nodded, adjusting her red suit as she spoke, âI havenât been able to get ahold of my dad this morning⊠I hope he didnât forget today was when the big army was coming down to try and kill us all.â
You had chuckled nervously along with Charlie at her own words. As much as it seemed like a simple tease, you had a sneaking feeling Lucifer would actually lose track of time and show up to the battle halfway through.
Charlie had turned away from you with a quick farewell, continuing preparations for the coming battle as you stood at the entrance to the hotel, waiting for the private car to arrive.
Then, you were hit with a cramp that had an intensity you hadn't experienced yet. It was followed by a sharp pinch deep inside your abdomen, before liquid began to pool at your feet. You froze, heart pounding as you stood deathly silent.
Was that your water breaking? Were you going into labor now?!
âCharlie!â Your voice cracked painfully as you called for the woman, who was adjusting a heart-shaped shield against her arm. The princess turned around to meet your gaze with confusion, before it morphed into concern as she scanned your figure, looking for what had you looking so shell-shocked.
âOh!â Charlie gasped, her expression a mixture of panic and delight as the dots connected, âOh my! It's happening! Hold on, hold on, Iâm going to grab my phone!â
Another contraction hit you as Charlie dashed off, causing you to double over in pain and Vaggie to rush to your side with concern etched on her features. The next few minutes turned into a blur as the limo pulled up, and you were slowly moved to its waiting frame.Â
This was it, it was time to have this baby. A relieving thought as you reached the vehicleâs side, your heart beating rapidly and mind racing with a million thoughts at once.
Your mind was still racing by the time you arrived inside the hospital and assigned a room.
âYou got this, boss!â An Egg Boi cheered atop a stool right beside your hospital bed, your hand clenched dangerously tight around his stick arm as you inhaled a sharp breath of pain.Â
âThank you, Frank,â You grimaced, adjusting your posture atop the mattress as you tried to find any amount of relief during this naturally uncomfortable chapter of becoming a mother. The contractions were getting closer together, and were increasing in l; length and intensity since you first started keeping track.
Immediately after telling Charlie the badly-timed news, she had you rushed off to a nearby maternity ward. At arrival, you were forced to change into a thin and revealing hospital gown, before being strapped to machines that read your babyâs vitals and recorded your contractions.Â
Apparently, the small hospital you were in was the best medical facility in all of Hell, paid for and used by the Morningstar family and the rest of the realmâs royalty.
The employees signed strict NDAs on what transpires during their shift, to prevent them from spilling to the press if a tragedy were to strike among the highest nobility.Â
You had been here for the past few hours, the warning sirens outside had gone off a while ago, signaling Heavenâs attack on Pentagram City. The shades were drawn in your little room, preventing the witness of any gruesome sights right outside your window.
You couldnât stomach watching the live footage of the extermination on your teeny hospital TV, not right now. Instead, you had some childish cartoon playing for Frank, who Sir. Pentious had insisted on going with you since everyone else was needed in the fight.
The drawback of not knowing the status of the hotel only made your anxiety worsen, though.Â
Was everyone okay? Was Lucifer with them? Did he know you were here? Maybe, they won already⊠or lost. A hundred unwanted thoughts sped through your mind concerning your friends, but when another contraction hit you and you grimaced against the feeling of your insides being squeezed silly, the matters concerning anything outside of this room were not on your mind any longer.
Thatâs right, focus on the baby. They were your priority right now, their well-being depended on how you handled the next few hours. Soon, youâd finally get to welcome your child to the realm and in your arms. Every change and ache youâve experienced for the past few months wonât have been for nothing, and youâd be cool with not experiencing this again for a long while afterward.Â
Right as your head settled exhaustively against the cool, sterile pillow and Frank soothingly patted your hand, the door to your room opened and a small bunny-faced woman quietly slipped into the room.
âHello! Iâm Nurse Smith, just coming in to check up on you. How are you feeling?â The sandy-colored demon asked with a pleasant smile, her black heels clicking softly against the tile floor as she moved to your bedside.
âI feel like weâre getting closer,â you croaked softly, lips cracked with thirst. Unfortunately, if you wanted a much less painful delivery, water was a no-no until your epidural. Your contractions had been manageable, but as the hour began to change, they were coming in more intense and closer waves.
âLetâs check, shall we?â Her long ears perked, as she moved towards the monitors displaying your childâs heart rate and other information, including how dilated your cervix was.Â
âOh, it looks like youâre dilated about 9 centimeters. I think weâre ready to meet the little one! Iâll call the other nurses, and the anesthesiologist for the epidural.â
âThank god,â You breathed with relief, the numbing liquid would be your saving grace in these trying times.Â
The nurse left the room to fetch the rest of the delivery team, your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest as you took deep, shaky breaths to calm your nerves. It wasnât really working, and while you understood the need for all hands on deck to fight a horde of trained angelic killers, the lack of familiar, comforting faces inside the building.
Frank was a nice little addition, but he could only offer you so much support with eyes glued to the screen of dancing, animated fruit with baby features.
When the anesthesiologist arrived, surrounded by a multitude of demons dressed in white medical attire, he had greeted you softly before lifting a long, thin needle to your view.
Gulping quietly, you rose to face your back towards the doctor, and he began poking uncomfortably down your spine. When it seemed like he had found the perfect spot, you felt a sharp pinch in your back before faint warmth slowly crept from the spot the demon had injected.Â
When that was finished, and you reclined back against your mattress, the staff around you were prepping the baby cleaning station and fussing around at the end of the bed near your legs.
Then, a tall woman with lion-like features strolled into the room, her commanding presence told you she was the head honcho of the small crew of white-clad women who were busy around you.
âHello, Iâm the OB thatâs going to help deliver your baby today,â she walked up to the side of your bed, pulling light blue latex gloves onto her paws as her eyes landed on the egg-shaped demon beside you with an odd expression, âIs he theâŠ?â
âNo!â You gasped, releasing Frank's arm and scooching over an inch from the short demon, before raising a brow to the doctor with a gaze that silently questioned âSeriously? You think Iâd bang an egg?â
She only shrugged, before turning away from you to speak quietly to a few nurses washing their hands. With a sigh, you twisted your head to face your innocent companion, tapping his shell softly to get his attention. Another contraction hit you, but the high-quality numbing agent had you barely reacting.
âFrank, sweetie, can you please wait outside until I get done with my⊠business here?â
âSure thing!â The egg replied happily, his eyes moving from the cartoons to you with a thumbs up, before the demon tipped his little black hat in a bid of farewell and hopped off the stool beside your bed.
As the nurses scurried around your legs, before lifting them with care and slipping your ankles snugly inside. You felt bare and exposedâwhich you wereâand while the room was much more comfortable and dimly lit than other hospitals you had been to, constant beeping equipment paired with the faint smell of the beach only heightened your anxiety at the fact you were about to give birth.
âDeep breaths for me, dear,â the OB spoke softly, before slipping a surgical mask onto her face, and retreating to in between your legs, two nurses at the ready beside her. Her figure became obscured as she bent down below the sheet that was covering the sight before your lifted knees.
Following her instructions obediently, you regained control of your breathing. Deep inhale, long exhale. Another, and another, then another, until you could feel your heart beginning to slow its racing pace.Â
âAlright, itâs time. On my count, I want you to start pushing when you feel your contractions, okay?â The OB piped up from underneath the sheet, and your fingers gripped the rails on the side of your bed with deadly force as you mentally prepared yourself.
â1âŠâÂ
Deep breaths, youâve got this.
â2âŠâ
Please let this be a smooth delivery.Â
â3âŠâ
I wish Lucifer were here.
âAlright, mama, push!â
Straining against the stirrups slightly, you inhaled a deep breath and poured all your strength into your lower abdomen with a grunt as you followed the doctorâs command. After a few moments of heavy exertion, you felt the contraction begin to ebb. Your head hit the pillow with a gasp for breath, sweat beginning to down your forehead.
A contraction slowly builds in your abdomen, cueing you into gathering your strength once. As you readied for another round of pushing, you turned towards a nurse who was standing supportively on the left side of the bed.
âIâm never having sex with a man again,â you groaned, lifting your head from the pillow with effort..Â
âOh, sweetie,â the much older woman laughed, patting your hand soothingly, âThatâs what they all say.â
Lucifer stood proudly in front of the newly rebuilt hotel, the strobe of lights flashing rhythmically, lighting up the buildingâs tall figure with a tempting glow to wide-eyed onlookers. The small, misfit army of Hell had defeated Adam and sent killer angels back to Heaven.Â
There were casualties on both sides, but thankfully only one demon that resided inside the hotel was taken from the realm. Sir. Pentious, an inventor, leader, and friend. Lucifer may have not known the snake demon for very long, but the respect he held for the brave captain was immense.Â
âWhat a beauty! And it only took us one musical number to get it all done, that has got to be a record!â The fallen angel nodded his head approvingly, crossing his arms as he twisted his head to observe the small crowd of demons.Â
The princess stood a few feet away, handing Cherry Bomb a small medical kit as she leaned against a bench. The cyclops woman sent Charlie a small appreciative smile as she took the metal case from her hands.Â
Turning, she strolled up to her father with tired eyes, exhaustion evident on her features, both mentally and physically from everything she had just experienced in the short span of a few hours.
âWe did good, if I do say so myself,â Lucifer grinned pridefully to his daughter, blonde hair swaying softly in the breeze as he met her halfway.
âYeah. That's for doing most of the work, Dad. We wouldn't have gotten it done so fast without your magic.â Charlie nodded, smiling softly.
âPfft, it was no biggie. Anything for my little girl,â Lucifer brushed off her compliment with a wave of his hand, before pulling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.
Charlie and Lucifer stood next to each other in comfortable silence, as the princess absently rubbed the bruise on her throat. Adamâs grip had been suffocating, the intention of harm evident on his expressive mask before it was split in two by Luciferâs powerful retaliation.Â
âI think sheâll really like this place, If she hasn't already seen it on TV at the villa.â Her father finally spoke after a few moments.
She. Charlie didnât need her dad to say your name to know who he was talking about. You were one of the few women that was on Luciferâs mind these days, and it was obvious the two of you had grown closer these past few months. She was sure if you were at the hotel during the battle the king would have been a raging mess to keep both you and his daughter safe. Fortunately, you were far from anyone who would want to lay a hand on you.
âI think sheâs a little busy right now, since sheâs..â
It suddenly occurred, the cloud of exhaustion parting just enough for the recollection of where exactly you had gone to smack Charlie square in the face. The princess had been so busy getting thrown around in battle, mourning her friend, and helping rebuild the hotel she almost forgot why you had left so suddenly.
âSheâs having her baby!â Charlie suddenly gasped, eyes widening before she threw her hands up to hold her head in realization.Â
âSheâs what?â Lucifer whispered, his face paling to an even whiter shade as he froze in place.
âShe went into labor this morning, so I had her taken to that hospital you liked,â Charlie explained breathlessly, a few demons around them eavesdropping on their conversation as Vaggie walked over with a mirrored expression of realization.
âAlone?â The fallen angel replied, mouth slightly agape as panic began to set into his features.
âOne of Pentiousâ eggs is with her,â Cherry Bomb answered softly from her spot on the bench with a melancholy gaze, as she re-wrapped a nasty wound with gauze.
âWhy didn't you tell me?â He demanded.
âI was kind of in the middle of a battle!â Charlie replied defensively, her mind racing now as she worried about you and how you were faring during such a stressful time. What about the baby?Â
Lucifer didnât respond, turning away from the gathering group of demons as he snapped his fingers. In an instant, his long overcoat materialized atop his shoulders, and his hat floated down gracefully to rest upon the kingâs head as golden magic circled his figure, before disappearing without a word.Â
âWhy couldn't he have done that for the rest of us?â Angel Dust grumbled from beside Cherry, before standing with a sigh and cracking his back. Husk strolled up to stand beside him, mouth opening in a large yawn as he itched his chin with a claw.
âIâll call a cab,â Vaggie replied, rushing off in search of a phone as Charlie began to bite her nail to try and relieve some of the stress that was beginning to bubble up in her stomach. A million unwanted thoughts of scenarios where something terrible happened to you or the baby eating at her mind.
The apple-cheeked womanâs nail was still at the mercy of her nervous chewing as she rocked self-soothingly in the chair next to Vaggie, who rubbed her shoulder softly in support.Â
Five battered demons sat in cushioned armchairs arranged in neat rows across a small waiting room right outside of the maternity ward.Â
Alastor had disappeared again sometime after the hotel had been finished, with no word of his whereabouts. Cherry Bomb had been too disheveled to join, tears brimming from her large eye as the rest of the demons squished into one taxi and sped off.
When they arrived, Lucifer was already inside the hospital, foot tapping impatiently in the front lobby as he pointed a commanding finger down towards a white, oval-shaped figure standing agape before him.
âYou, talking egg,â The fallen angel began, voice deepening to display his superior authority as Charlie approached from behind, âYou were sent here today to keep watch over someone very important. Now lead them to me⊠pleaseâ
Frank had stated wide-eyed for a few more moments, before saluting his king and marching off into a hallway on the right.Â
Now, the king of Hell was displaying anything but the traits of an imposing leader. Hunched slightly, head lowered, an obvious nervous wreck as Lucifer paced along a wide pane of glass overlooking a more residential side of the city.Â
One pink, fuzzy demon stared intently at the anxious figure with a large smile of amusement.
âTen bucks sheâs handling everything much better actually popping out the kid than this poor fella is over here,â Angel teased as he gestured towards Lucifer, before meeting Huskâs eyes from the chair next to him.
The felineâs gaze moved to follow the kingâs continuous back-and-forth trail in front of the window across the room, the apple-tipped cane twisting between his fingers impatiently as he waited for news on your condition. Lucifer raked a hand through his hair, pulling back the tousled strands as he mumbled something incoherent.
It was obvious Lucifer and Charlie were related by much more than just their looks, one being how badly they handled stressful situations. You were being cared for by the best doctors in Hell, what could go wrong?
âNah, youâre probably right,â Husk finally replied with a chuckle, before his eyelids slowly lowered and he drifted off into a light, cat-like sleep.Â
A quiet purr resonated from his chest as he napped, and Angel smiled before lifting the pink phone in his hands and taking a selfie, Huskâs peaceful expression slightly visible from behind the spiderâs figure.Â
Somehow, Niffty had gotten hold of a handful of markers and was demonstrating her artistry on a living canvas for amusement. Frank sat on the floor near Vaggieâs feet while the tiny cyclops doodled across his shell, he didnât move an inch.
When the door to the waiting room opened, a nurse clad in white slipped inside, and everyone froze to stare at the approaching demon. She lowered her gaze respectfully in Lucifer's presence, and halted right in front of the first row of chairs.Â
âHuskaâ, wake up!â Angel Dust whispered sternly into the felineâs ear and a poke to the cheek, who popped a disgruntled eye open in response to the interruption.Â
Husk turned to shoot Angel a glare before his eyes landed on the demon woman standing in front, his ears perking in interest.Â
âThe delivery went smoothly,â she smiled shyly, and everyone in the room exhaled a shared sigh of relief, âYouâre welcome to visit now, just follow me.â
Everyone rose from their seats, Lucifer adjusting his appearance to look more presentable for you as he walked toward the nurse. Charlie turned to lace her fingers with Vaggieâs before following behind her dad.Â
âMaybe I should stay back, I donât do well with kidsâŠâ Husk started, still leaning back in his seat.
âDonât be a pussy, pussy cat,â Angel teased, not looking backward as he joined the rest of the group by the door.
Husk growled softly, before lifting himself from the chair with a huff and exiting out of the door, his feathered tail swishing with anticipation as he crossed the hall and stood with the others at the last doorway on the end.
âShh, The Baby Is Sleeping!â sign was hanging against its frame, before the nurse knocked on the door softly and turned back to the groupsÂ
âWhenever youâre ready,â the nurse hummed, before backpedaling and pivoting on her heel to check in on another room nearby.
Lucifer stood frozen in place, one hand reaching for the door handle as he hesitated. Eyes stared expectantly at their king, who only backed up from the room and allowed Charlie to take the lead.
âI think it would be best if you go first, Iâm sure sheâs anxious to see you all safe and sound,â Lucifer said with a nervous grin, taking a step backward and slipping past the figures of your friends.Â
Charlie only stared at him with a curious expression, as if she was going to argue with her father, before turning back to the door and slowly turning the handle to reveal the room inside.Â
âHi, everyoneâ he heard you greet them tiredly from the other side of the room before they responded with a mixture of soft words for the new mother.Â
Lucifer couldnât see past the looming bodies of the demons in front of him, and that gave him time to pull out a thin, delicate object from his coat and turn it between his fingers in thought. His mind racing with what he could possibly say to you in a moment like this.
âHow are you doing?â Charlie asked as the small group of friends filed into the room.
âMuch better now that youâre here,â you replied with a small, relieved laugh, âAlthough, I did expect Sir. Pentious to join, too.â
Radio silence, not a peep from anyone. How were they supposed to tell you that your baking buddy had sacrificed himself for all his friends? It was such a happy moment for you, they couldnât dare ruinÂ
âYeah, bummerâŠâ Angel Dust murmured quietly, rubbing his arm awkwardly as everyone else tried to keep their lips from curving downward and find a topic to change to.
Then, the king heard Charlie gasp softly, her head turning to another obscured side of the room. The rest of the group turned their heads to follow their gaze, eyes widening at the sight.Â
âIs thatâŠ?â She whispered in excitement.Â
âYes, would you like to meet my daughter?â
Luciferâs heart fluttered at that. Daughter. You had delivered a healthy baby girl, and he was not going to wait around a moment longer to congratulate you.Â
Finally, the king inhaled a deep, reassuring breath before he strode forward and stepped into the dimly lit room. The crowd parted, revealing your relaxed form on the bed across from him. Lucifer finally met your siren-like gaze and your lips curved into a delighted smile.
âLucifer,â you sighed happily, eyes drinking in the fallen angelâs perfect figure.Â
âGlad to lose some of that water weight?â He teased with that signature charming grin, taking a few steps closer to your bed.
Across the room, was a transparent bassinet nestled in the darkest area of the large space. Every demon in the room had their attention on the bundle of blankets lying still inside.
Slowly, Charlie scooted closer and closer to the cradle, before she leaned over with a smile. She stared in awe at the tiny figure sleeping soundly, before turning her head to meet your gaze.Â
âI trust you, Charlie,â you smiled softly at the wide-eyed woman, âYou can take her if you want, just be careful.âÂ
With a joyous smile, the princess turned back to look down at the little bundle of joy, before reaching down and carefully lifting the baby out of the bassinet.
She looked just like you, all cozy wrapped up in the thick blankets around her small body as Charlie held her tight, slowly lowering into a cushioned chair near the shaded windows of the room. The rest of the attendees in the roomâsave for Lucifer, who couldnât take his eyes off youâgazed at your twin with adoration. Even Husk wanted a peak, nose twitching as he got a good look at the child with interest.Â
âLook at her nose! Itâs so tiny and adorable!â Charlie whispered and Vaggie leaned over the chair to get a closer look.Â
You watched the small group huddle around your daughter, their gazes tender as they fawned over the sleeping child. Smiling softly, you turn your head to see Lucifer coming closer, his arm leaning against your bed's railing as he lifts a mesmerizing flower into view.
It was a beautiful red rose. Not the hellish roses that rarely grew around the outskirts of Pentagram City, but the classic Earthly version, which you recognized from one of Angelâs descriptions of life in the living realm.Â
âI hope everything wasnât too difficult,â Lucifer responded to your surprised stare at his gift.
There were no thorns present, designed specifically by pale hands just for you to enjoy without the fear of pain. Reaching an arm forward, you took the flower gently from Luciferâs hold, your fingers brushing softly against his as you lifted it to your nose and inhaled a deep breath.Â
The scent of the rose made your lips curve into a soft grin, as you met Lucifer's gaze again.
âThank you, itâs so pretty,â
âNot in comparison to you,â he replied without hesitation.
You sent him a doubtful quirk of a brow. Having just delivered a baby, you werenât exactly runway-ready, but Lucifer didnât seem to care as he stared at you softly.Â
Charlie walked forward, interrupting the tender moment as she offered your daughter for you to hold once more. Lucifer finally got a glimpse of your child as he stilled, eyes lighting with interest as he traced the familiar lines on their little features that mirrored so closely to your own.
He hitched a breath, right as you leaned forward and pulled your daughter into your grasp, pulling her flush against your chest.Â
Pivoting slightly to face Lucifer, you beckoned the pale face closer to greet the new addition. Slowly, he sidled closer, leaning forward as his eyes traced over the tiny being all bundled up.Â
âHi there,â he spoke quietly to the child, whose features mimicked yours almost to the T. It was definitely your baby, and that only made Lucifer sigh with fondness as he lifted a tentative figure toward the bundle.
His claw delicately grazed against plump, soft cheeks which earned him an adorable coo from your daughter, and that only made the kingâs lip wobble more.
âItâs so nice to finally meet you,â Lucifer whispered, gently caressing the babyâs cheek as you watched with a warm smile.Â
Then, the king lifted his head to meet your gaze, tears in his eyes as he stared at you affectionately. You had to stop yourself from rising from the bed and comforting him.Â
âSorry,â he rubbed away the wet trails on his cheeks, âMoments like these get me pretty emotional.â
Slowly, you reached a free hand towards Luciferâs, lacing your fingers with his comfortingly as you laughed softly, tugging him farther past the railings of your bed. Your daughter was nestled against your chest, her warm cheek pressed against your skin only made your smile curve wider.
âI couldnât have done it without your help, or anyone elseâs here. Iâm glad I had that kind of support all these months.â
âDonât worry, mamaâ he tenderly lifted your hand, placing his lips to your knuckles for a few moments, drinking in your scent that always had him dizzy for more, âWeâll keep that streak going for a long, long time.â
Tears began to well up in your own eyes, as they traveled over to the smiling faces watching you and your baby with fondness. Had you known this is what your life would have looked like all those months ago, you wouldnât have been so anxious about the future.
Finally, you werenât so alone anymore. Not with Lucifer, and the obvious care he held for your daughter already, promising you a comfortable life.
Perhaps, happy days in Hell really did exist.
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â FORBIDDEN FRUIT
PAIRING â Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Baron Vladimir Harkonnen x fem!Reader
SUMMARY â After your planet was conquered by The Harkonnens, you are sent to Giedi Prime as a war prize to marry one of The Baron's nephews. However, Baron Vladimir changes his plans at the sight of you and decides to take you as his wife. Feyd-Rautha does not give up easily, though.
REQUEST â (1) // (2)
AUTHORâS NOTE â It's finally here! I got carried away, not gonna lie... Look at the word count! đ I might have forgotten about some warnings, just keep in mind the fic is dark and twisted đ By creating the Reader's homeworld and its customs I was loosely inspired by the mediterranean and islamic cultures but of course her physical appearance is not being described. đ€
WARNINGS â arranged/forced marriage, blood, death, Baron Harkonnen being an absolute and non-consensual creep, Feyd-Rautha being non-consensual as well in the beginning, SMUT, fingering, oral, breeding (artificial and natural), incest undertones (they're not related but he calls her Aunt and she calls him nephew) + Feyd's traumatic past briefly mentioned, Reader is a few years older than Feyd but he is aged up to 20
WORD COUNT â 13,560 (đ€Ą)
đ THIS FIC IS 18+ đ
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
FORBIDDEN FRUIT
Your homeworld used to be a Paradise. The sky was always blue, the weather warm but not too hot due to the light breeze coming from the Ocean. Cypress trees, pistachio nuts, olive branches and fish were what Pairi DaĂȘza was famous for in the past centuries. It was a small planet that remained unnoticed and neutral in most of the conflicts. The Imperial Family loved to spend their holidays on Pairi DaĂȘza and import their goods in a form of a tribute.
That was history. And although you were born on this beautiful planet, in your teenage years the whole world crumbled down and you were exposed to the true reality of the war. When one of the Imperial geologists had found a huge spice deposit under your planetâs Ocean, the destructive war began.
Your parents tried their best to avoid the conflict. They offered the Emperor to dry a huge part of the Ocean to harvest spice from there. In fact, your father the Sultan saw an opportunity of getting wealth and influence in this situation. And that probably was his downfall. The Emperor wanted all the spice for himself.
But The Emperor was not the one to get his hands dirty. No, he hired the most fearsome warriors and assassins to teach your planet a lesson. The Harkonnens.
While the battles were taking place on the ground, their special machinery was drying out the Ocean and harvesting the spice hidden underneath the water surface. The whole planet began to die off due to the lack of water. The crops were evaporating in the heat, people were starving and their homes destroyed. The Harkonnens were kidnapping your citizens to be their slaves and your father and his army were too weak to protect them. The subjects of the Sultan started a rebellion with the help of The Harkonnens and after long years of the ongoing and destructive war, it was the final blow for your fatherâs weak reign.
You were an adult woman now, standing proudly with a veil covering nearly your whole face with only eyes being on display like all unmarried women of Pairi DaĂȘza traditionally wore. Surrounded from all sides by The Harkonnen army in your fatherâs throne room, holding your motherâs hand. The dignified and beautiful Sultana with the last piece of jewellery she had refused to give away â a majestic headpiece made of gold and sparkling gemstones of all the possible colours. They reflected the dim light creeping inside through the windows of the ruined Pairi DaĂȘza Palace where you had been born and resided for your whole life. And where you would die with only a few the most loyal guards protecting you.
The front doors opened loudly and a huge, beastly looking Harkonnen man stormed inside with a few of his identical soldiers. You had heard of him, he was the terror of Pairi DaĂȘza in the past few years. The Beast Rabban himself. He dealt with your guards completely on his own, feasting on their deaths with a psychotic smirk. You swallowed thickly at the size of his hands; so big and strong they could break you in half. You hoped for a swift and quick death â as a Shehzadi of Pairi DaĂȘza you had your privileges and you counted that the mercy of Beast Rabban would be one of them.
He started to approach you confidently, his black armour stained with the blood of your guards, contrasting with his sickly pale skin. Your father stepped out to cover you and your mother with his own body as if it would stop the Beast. Rabban froze at the sight and let out a contemptuous laughter that echoed through the throne room.
âYour reign is over, Sultan (Y/L/N),â he announced. âPairi DaĂȘza and its spice is under The Harkonnen rule.â
âPairi DaĂȘza no longer exists. You have destroyed my world and you want to rule over the ruins,â your father drawled through the gritted teeth.
âWe do not care about your world. We care about the spice. But you⊠You will be remembered as the Sultan whose reign was the last. The death of your world will forever be attached to your name,â Rabban pointed out and reached for his blade. âCome to me and fight like a man, I shall give you the privilege of defending yourself. Do not cling to the skirts of your wife and daughter. By doing so, you put them in the path of my blade.â
âDonât hurt them,â your father approached him, despite your hands trying to stop him. âThe planet and the spice are yours. You can kill me but spare my family,â he pleaded.
âYour wife will be given to the new Governor of Pairi DaĂȘza and he will do as he pleases with her. Your daughter is our prize I will take with me to Giedi Prime,â Rabban laid his terrifying eyes on you and you froze out of fear. Youâd rather die than be taken away to The Harkonnens. He could only see your eyes but it was enough for him to smirk and lick his lips in a disgusting manner.
This scenario was worse than the death you had been expecting.
âYou will die,â he told your father and pointed at one of the deceased guards for your father to take his sword and be able to defend himself in a fair fight.
But you knew already it would be a slaughter you did not wish to see.
âDonât kill him! Donât kill my father!â You screamed and took a step ahead. Your mother sobbed behind your back.
â(Y/N), donâtâŠâ your father shook his head.
âI will offer myself to you willingly if you spare his life and let him govern this planet in The Harkonnen name. He will obey your orders and so will I,â you promised.
It was common for parents to sacrifice themselves for their children. No one would ever question such an act. Why couldnât it go both ways? You loved your parents just as much as they loved you. Especially in the last years of the war, you had grown very close having basically no one else by your side.
If you were all to die together, it was not a bad ending. But if they tried to kill your father, send you away and give your mother away to a stranger⊠you could not let that happen.
âWhat makes you think we care about women giving themselves to us willingly, Shehzadi?â Rabban snorted at you but he approached you slowly with his blade held up. âYouâre confident to offer so little for wanting so much in return,â the tip of his blade lifting up the hem of your face veil as you trembled out of fear.
âThere is no need for bloodshed. My father will bend his knee and I will go with you, my Lord,â you choked out, trying to hide your obvious fear.
Rabban tilted his head and laughed at you. Then, in one swift move he cut the veil open and you gasped as the fabric fell down on the floor, leaving you exposed in front of him and his Harkonnen soldiers. It was one of the greatest humiliations for the Pairi DaĂȘza woman for her to reveal her face in front of a man outside her close family before her wedding. It was her husband who was supposed to lift the veil off of her face on their wedding day and see her first before every other man would. To take the veil off of an unmarried woman in an aggressive manner like this was the greatest disrespect that back in the day men had been punished for by the law.
Embarrassed and humbled down, you stood still, trying to stare back at the Beast Rabban with your shoulders straight and your lips pursed out of anger and determination.
âYou are not mine for the taking. I am to take you to Giedi Prime and my uncle shall decide what to do with you. Most likely he will want you to be my younger brotherâs bride because it is him who will inherit the title one day,â he told you and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.
You hated Rabban but he was the devil you knew from the stories and now personally as well. His brother was a new character in the story that you feared. What was he like?Â
âWhy is that not you?â You asked him. âYou have just conquered a planet for your uncle, have you not, my Lord?â
âIt is not I who argues with my uncleâs decisions,â Rabban snapped at you but you saw in his cruel eyes that you had touched a sensitive subject with your question. âWill you bend your knee, Sultan (Y/L/N)?â He asked your father.
He was staring at you with a terrified expression on his face. He couldnât believe what you had just done. But you knew he wouldnât throw a fist now. He would bend his knee because your father was a weak man.
Deep down, despite your love for him, you hated him for his weakness. Most of your problems, most of the failures in this war were caused by this trait of his. You couldnât blame him, though. The Sultans of Pairi DaĂȘza had never been trained to fight or lead military campaigns. There had been no need for that in the past.
âI, Sultan (Y/F/N) of The House (Y/L/N), pledge my allegiance to The House Harkonnen,â your father kneeled and bowed his head down.
You watched Rabban closely. He could accept this offer but he could also simply behead your father.
âIn the name of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, may your service be accepted, Sultan (Y/L/N),â he nodded his head. âWe didnât know who to make the Governor of this wasteland anyway,â he snorted. âI guess this is solved. However, you will be watched carefully,â he squinted his eyes at your father. âI will leave my guards here and you will be spied on every second of your pathetic life, Sultan.â
âYes, my Lord,â your father nodded. âWhat about the rebellion you helped to start? The citizens of Pairi DaĂȘza do not wish me to stay in this Palace anymore.â
âYou have my army to command now. You can slay them,â Rabban shrugged his arms and your father stood up clumsily.
âYou helped them to start the rebellion against me and now youâre giving me your army to slay the rebels?â He asked to make sure.
âAll we care about is your spice,â Rabbanâs voice sounded casual and then he turned around to look at you again. âAnd your daughter,â he added with a smirk before approaching you and grabbing you by your arm roughly. You squealed as he started to walk you out of the room.
âLet me go!â You protested.
âYouâre already breaking our arrangement, woman. You promised to be obedient,â he barked at you.
âI want to say goodbye to my parents,â you told him.
âItâs not the last time youâre seeing them. That is, if they play nice and donât start anything,â he threatened as he looked at your scared parents.
Your mother risked it, though, and she ran up to you. Her shaking hands grabbed yours as she sobbed. She couldnât say much because of her state but she didnât have to.
âI will be fine, mama. I will survive and you have to as well, do you hear me? Otherwise my sacrifice wonât matter,â you told her and she nodded her head, silently choking on her sobs.
âThatâs enough,â Rabban threw you over his shoulder swiftly like you were a sack of potatoes and he took you out of the Palace â straight to the huge Harkonnen ship that was destined to go back on Giedi Prime.
You were a war prize.
You didnât know much about Giedi Prime except for scary legends and myths. The heavy industrial landscape was something you had not been used to nor was their black sun that was making everything on the planet black-and-white when you were spending time outside. Not that you had spent lots of time there. You were transported from the ship to the huge black fortress and into the chambers with a few female servants waiting for you. They bathed you carefully and put you in long black robes with a veil mimicking the ones that were traditional for the Pairi DaĂȘza unmarried women. Only your eyes were visible when you looked at yourself in the mirror, but barely â the veil was decorated with dangling silver chains. They were making you look even more mysterious and kind of dangerous but the whole outfit felt like a mockery of the traditional robes of your people.
The unmarried women of Pairi DaĂȘza were hiding their faces but their dresses were often made of a few layers of sheer and colourful materials. Just because they were under a cover, didnât mean they were not cheerful and full of life. The dresses would be often decorated with lace, flowers or embroidery. They were flowy and ethereal when the women walked down the streets and all the married women who no longer had to hide their faces were envious as they remembered their younger days. On Giedi Prime you looked as if you were in a deep state of mourning. But perhaps you were. Your planet was destroyed, your family humiliated. And no one knew what would happen to you.
You were taken by the guards and followed by the servants to a huge throne room of The Baron Harkonnen. You had heard of him from your father so you expected the worst but his unnaturally huge and floating form still made the blood in your veins run cold. He was enormous and repulsing; sickly. Kept alive by the machinery behind him and the undying will to rule forever.
He was accompanied by Rabban who smirked at you when you walked inside. There was another man standing there, too. He was young; strong and muscular but also slim. Tall and proud in the way he stood. His face was full of cruelty and mockery but you had to admit he was rather attractive⊠at least for a Harkonnen male. His lips were full, his eyes reminded you of a snake but they were decorated with a long set of eyelashes. You hoped he was the younger brother that Beast Rabban had mentioned before.
You stood in front of the stairs leading to The Baronâs throne and you bowed down, waiting for his reaction.
âShehzadi (Y/L/N),â he greeted you in a harsh, deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. âFinally I get to see you⊠Or not,â he added and you raised your head to lay your eyes on him. He was observing you carefully and so was the young man. âTake her veil off, Rabban, show me what youâve brought here,â he snapped at his nephew and the Beast approached you. âShe better be pretty enough for Feyd-Rautha if you decided to spare her fatherâs life for her,â The Baron teased him.Â
âWho would have thought that women were your weakness,â the man named Feyd hissed at his brother and you got startled by the sound of his voice. It was identical to The Baronâs in a twisted and uncomfortable way that formed a knot in your stomach.
You felt oddly bad for the Beast Rabban. He was the one to conquer your planet and he was the one to take you. Yet, you were a prize that he had won not for himself but for his spoiled younger brother. You couldnât quite understand the dynamic of this family yet.
He stood next to you and grabbed the fabric of your veil in his fist in his usual brutal manner. By the pace of his breath, you could hear that he was as nervous as you were. If The Baron would not like you, he would be punished for going soft on your father.
Rabbanâs hand hesitated before tearing the veil off of your face. It caught his younger brotherâs attention. He hissed and walked up to you with a short knife in his hands that he had been playing with as if out of boredom. He smirked at you and revealed black teeth that made you flinch at the sight. Your reaction only excited him.
âHow long do I have to wait, brother?â He asked as he cut the veil open, impatiently. Rabban took a step back and allowed his brother to take a better look at you. The Baron tried to peek in but Feyd was standing right in front of you and covering your face completely from his uncleâs sight.
The young man hummed to himself and tilted his head both sides. He raised his hand up and grabbed your chin to squeeze it gently.
âHow old is she?â He asked his brother as if you could not speak.
âShehzadi (Y/N) is twenty years old like you are,â Rabban tried to recommend your virtues the best he could, like he was a slave seller.
âFive and twenty,â you corrected him confidently, not feeling any shame about your age. Rabban took a sharp breath in as Feyd gave him a scolding look.
âA bit old, isnât it?â The Baronâs voice interrupted them.
Feyd looked you up and down with so much fire in his eyes that you started to feel your cheeks heating up. You had never been looked at this way not only because of the custom of covering your face but also because it was not a way that men on Pairi DaĂȘza would court women in.
âIâll take her,â Feyd shrugged his arms as he announced to his uncle. He turned around to look at him and you sighed out of relief. So did Rabban.
âMove aside, Feyd,â The Baron barked at his nephew, impatiently. âIt is I who decide,â he added and Feyd took a step to the left, revealing your form to his uncle. You had both of the brothers standing on both sides and their hideous uncle looming over a few steps ahead of you.
In complete silence he was watching you for a long while, puffing on his pipe. Finally, he beckoned you over to come closer. You gathered the fabric of your skirt in your hands and took a few steps ahead with your heart pounding in your chest.
âI shall take her,â he stated as the whole room went dead silent.
âWhat are you talking about?!â Feyd protested and you chewed on the insides of your cheeks, trying not to burst into tears. âShe is mine for the taking!â
The Baron was a disgusting creature but you were aware that being his wife would give you more power and influence than marrying any of his nephews. It would protect your family better, too.
And every power came with a sacrifice.
Still, your dignity wanted to join Feyd-Rauthaâs tantrum. You had been expecting to be given in marriage to a young and healthy warrior. Not an old and sickly piece of greasy meat in front of you.
âShut up, boy!â The Baron yelled at Feyd and you flinched. âDonât startle, my Shehzadi,â he cooed to you in a malicious whisper. âAs you can see, none of my nephews are worthy of you nor my throne one day. You shall give me an heir,â he told you and you nodded, obediently. Fighting him had no purpose.
Feyd was furious. You heard him walking out of the room angrily and slamming the door behind him.
âYou have just made an enemy, my Shehzadi,â The Baron reached his swollen pale hand with the green and blue veins popping out. You gently took it and nearly gagged at the feeling of it.
âMe, my Lord?â You tried to bat your eyelashes at him. Your voice shivered out of fear and he smirked at you.
âFeyd-Rautha will no longer be the Na-Baron when our son is born. He will do everything to get rid of you and the child. You shall be careful, sweet Shehzadi,â he warned you. âI have my ways of keeping him obedient. When heâs not showing you proper respect, you will tell me, yes?â
âY-yes, my Lord,â you nodded.
âGood,â he squeezed our hand gently and you felt your stomach turning. âGo, prepare for the wedding,â he let go of you and raised his finger to touch your cheek. It was getting difficult to hide your repulsion but on the other hand it was oddly satisfying to know that you were chosen by The Baron himself.
You bowed down and walked out of the room with the guards and servants. They all were staring at you with widened eyes, as shocked with the outcome of this day as you were.
You hadnât seen The Baron for the past few weeks of the preparations for the wedding. In fact, you hadn't seen anyone. You had been kept a prisoner in one part of the fortress but you did not mind that at all because you had lots of servants and your chambers did not lack any luxury. The only thing you missed was nature â the greenery, the sound of birds, the feeling of the sun on your skin, the light breeze of the Ocean. But there was no way of coming back to it. Pairi DaĂȘza had none of it anymore.
Spoiled as a child, you were harshened in your teenage years by the war taking place in your homeland. Despite your fatherâs weakness flowing in your blood, you had learnt how to adapt and survive. You would survive just well on Giedi Prime, you decided.
The only thing you dreaded about your marriage was the physical aspect of the union. However, you had been informed by the medic visiting you every morning about the nature of your future duties.
âThese injections are supposed to prepare your body for carrying a son,â he told you after sticking a syringe with an odd liquid into your vein. âAfter the wedding you will be bred to carry The Baronâs heir, my Lady.â
âBred?â You swallowed thickly.
âI will insert the seed during a swift and painless procedure, my Lady,â he assured you.
âSo⊠I will not beâŠâ You didnât know how to say it without offending The Baron.
The medic knew, though. He looked up into your eyes as your face was covered with the black veil. The Baron had liked your homeworldâs tradition and allowed you to cover your face until the wedding.
âThe Baronâs health does not allow such activities,â he informed you and you sighed out of relief. âWhich does not mean he will not demand some⊠other duties.â
You nodded your head at him. Some other duties, whatever they meant, you could survive. It was the haunting image of him hovering over you or taking you from behind that was keeping you sleepless recently. You had come to Giedi Prime completely innocent in that subject but you made your Harkonnen servants tell you all about it. They were experienced, especially the ones who had been called late at night to Feyd-Rauthaâs chambers. The young na-baron apparently liked sex a lot. The more you were finding out about him and his nature, the more glad you were that it was his uncle you were marrying. At least he was not so young; not so full of adrenaline and testosterone as his nephew.
Giedi Prime had not had a Baroness in a long time. The ceremony was about to be the grandest you had ever experienced. The leaders of the great houses had been invited â your parents amongst them. Even The Emperor himself had sent an envoy to take part in the event in his name. You had never expected to hold such importance in the Galaxy. After all, you were only a Shehzadi of a small and unimportant Pairi DaĂȘza. The spice deposit had truly changed everything.
Your servant women worked on your huge wedding dress. It was black, too, of course. Everything was black. But there was some meaning behind it, in fact, since the wedding was an occasion to mourn your maidenhood and your previous life. The veil covering your face was decorated and attached to the upper part of your bodice, so when your face would be revealed and the veil taken off, your dress would stop being so modest and show off your breasts squeezed by a corset. You didnât feel comfortable with that idea. Women on Pairi DaĂȘza were not known for revealing their physical virtues in such a way. But Harkonnen women were their husbandsâ prizes and trophies. You wanted to make The Baron proud because it would keep him happy. And keeping him happy meant the safety of you and your family. You didnât want to play many games. You just wanted to survive.
You actually wanted to give him a son. Because giving him a son would seal your fate as The Baroness. Your position would be untouchable and that awful Feyd-Rautha could throw tantrums about it but it would be your son who would inherit the title of The Baron.
You were allowed to see your parents before the ceremony because they were supposed to leave early in the morning on the next day and in the evening there would be no occasion to be left alone with them like you were now. Alone in a room with your mother and father whose faces looked worried and exhausted. Their clothes were different than you remembered. Less colourful as if they were grieving, too.
âAre you alright?â Your mother asked you. She approached you and tried to lift the veil off but it refused to move.
âIt is attached to the dress. I am fine,â you assured her. âDo not worry, my face is not bruised. You will see when he takes it off,â you nodded.
âIt is an honour for you to marry The Baron himself,â your father smiled at you gently. âA great honour that he has liked you.â
âDonât be ridiculous,â your mother scolded him. âIt is awful, awful news. You know what heâs like. Heâs destroyed our planet!â
âShe can handle that for all the power sheâs going to have now,â he shrugged his arms.
âHow easy it is to say for a man,â your mother sighed. âYou owe her your life.â
âI do and I am grateful,â your father nodded his head at you.
âAnd yet you demand more,â you whispered to him. He froze. âYou demand of me to keep The Baron happy so he doesnât get rid of you. But that is your part of the deal. You shall obey him and play nice as you promised. As long as you do that, there is no threat and my protection is not required.â
âIf you think this way, why are you here, all dressed up to get married?â He raised his eyebrow.
âFor mother,â you held her hands gently, âbecause you will not be able to protect her like me,â you added sternly.
Your father looked away, frustrated. He wanted to snap at you but he could not. Not when you were The Baronâs bride. You were no longer his daughter but almost another manâs wife. And the man was too powerful to disrespect.
The ownership of women. Once your fatherâs, then your husbandâs. Freedom would come only in the case of a manâs death. And yet, men wondered why so many women were so angry and bloodthirsty.
âTimeâs up,â one of the guards entered the room harshly. âShehzadi (Y/N) is asked to attend the ceremony,â he announced and nodded at you. You nodded back and squeezed your motherâs hands for the last time before following the guard into the dark and cold corridor of the fortress, trying to keep your veiled head high.
Out of the people gathered for the ceremony, one pair of eyes was locked on you the most intensely. The dark eyes of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen were observing your every move, every gesture, every breath and every word. You felt suffocated by his gaze. It was full of fire like the first time he had seen you but also full of hatred and contempt. You couldnât tell if he wanted to claim you or kill you. Perhaps both answers were true. You wouldnât be surprised after hearing all the stories about him.
You feared him the most out of all The Harkonnens. Beast Rabban was the devil you knew and you were his weakness because you were the prize he had conquered himself. The Baron was terrifying and dangerous but he was rather calm and he treated you like a pet so as long as you were quiet and obedient, he did not take pleasure in tormenting you. Feyd-Rautha was different. He was psychotic and your wedding to his uncle was making him lose the greatest deal â his inheritance.
The worst part of the wedding ceremony was the kiss. Not that The Baron had been particularly passionate about it but something about his lips touching yours â even though briefly â was making your insides twist. Perhaps being married to him wouldnât be as easy to survive as you had been hoping.
When The Wedding Games had begun, Feyd-Rautha joined them eagerly with all the fierceness a warrior could possess. It was an old and dreadful tradition full of blood and violence, a display of power and murderous Harkonnen nature. The men, usually gladiators, were fighting for life and death. Only one could remain and become the winner who would be forever remembered. When his nephew joined the fight, your new husband didnât look very pleased and he followed every movement of his boy carefully, keeping his eye on the guard, too. He was scared of losing his heir after all.
You watched Feyd-Rautha fight as well. His moves were swift and confident. It was bringing him joy to both hurt and be hurt. He was playful in combat â smirking, winking, occasionally looking back to make sure you were watching. And whenever he was the one to take the blow, he would let out a laugh and hiss in pleasure. He was an odd, scary creature because he had no fear of any sort of pain. Not even death most likely.
Eventually, he killed the last opponent right in front of your eyes, wanting for you to flinch, you suspected. You did not give him such satisfaction. All the years of the war on your planet had made you immune to the sight of such violence and death.
He let out a triumphant yell and raised the bloody knife before bowing down and reaching his hands out with the blade towards you. You stood up and accepted his offering as you had been taught by your servants the past few weeks during your preparations.
âThy display of power and bravery has been noticed, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,â you told him the words you had learnt by heart.
âFor my Baroness I will shed the blood of my enemies,â he looked up intensely at you and you swallowed thickly. You hated when he was staring like this. You only nodded and turned around to hand the bloody blade to one of the guards who would secure it. The blade would later be on display in the Memory Room.
You sat back down and forced a small meal upon yourself. In the meantime, your husband had already left the party. Not that you minded.
Feyd and Rabban were sitting nearby. Both were staring at you but the older one actually looked as if he was sorry for you. He hadnât spoken a word to you ever since his uncle had decided to be the one to marry you. It was nearly funny how back on Pairi DaĂȘza everyone feared the Beast Rabban but here on Giedi Prime he was the least important pawn of the game.
Around midnight, one of The Baronâs servants leaned in to whisper into your ear to inform you that your husband had been waiting for you in his chambers. You swallowed thickly and nodded your head before standing up and leaving the dining room as fast as possible.
In the dark corridor you slowed down, though, not wanting to walk too fast and approach the dreaded room too soon. The guards were not following you but you knew the way, you had been taught it by your servants even though your chambers were in a different part of the fortress. Now, as The Baroness, you would get the new ones â even more splendid and luxurious. But you had been told you would not share them with your husband which was a great comfort.
Halfway there you heard footsteps behind you and you angered. Whatever humiliation was there to come, you did not want any witnesses. The corridor was dark and empty and yet some guard decided to follow you. You turned around furiously, ready to scold him. But it was no guard. It was Feyd-Rautha.
He leaned on the wall with a smirk and squinted his eyes at you.
âWhat do you want?â You asked him and clenched your jaw.
âLike a sheep for slaughter,â he snorted at you.
âThat is none of your business, I believe,â you straightened yourself and raised your chin up.
He didnât like your remark as he moved away from the wall and approached you quickly. In no time you felt his face looming over yours, mere inches away.
âI know what heâs going to do to you,â he whispered as you tried to remain cool but his words made you terrified. There was an odd sparkle in his eye, like he was enjoying your torment. He probably was.
âFuck me?â You tried to pretend it didnât bother you.
âWell, well, well, look at how dirty your mouth can be, Shehzadi,â Feyd-Rautha grabbed your cheeks to squeeze them and your eyes widened at his insolence.
âTo you, Iâm The Baroness,â you mumbled out.
âSure you are, little snake. How else should I call you? An aunt?â He teased. âI shall,â he added. âNo, heâs not going to fuck you. But heâs going to touch you and this reeking, slimy feeling wonât ever leave your skin. You will feel him always,â he moved even closer to you. You wondered how he could know such things. Then you felt how hard he was underneath his leather pants. You were scared he would hurt you now, which would make your husband furious and toss you aside, surely.Â
âSounds like youâd like to watch,â you drawled, regretting it instantly. He took a sharp breath in and pushed you against the wall, still holding your cheeks but now you were trapped between his body and the cold marble.
âDonât be disgusting,â he warned you. It was surprising there were things he was finding gross. He didnât look like the type. âYouâve no idea whatâs waiting for you, aunt,â he hissed.
âAw, youâre worried?â You cooed and he let go of your cheeks angrily. He remained close to you, though. You felt his hot breath on your face. He smelled like blood and leather.
Feydâs hands dropped to your waist. Before you could stop him, he was pulling up all the layers of your dress, desperately trying to get the access between your legs. You grabbed his wrists, trying to stop him quietly.
âNo, no, no, please, no,â you whispered in a panic. âPlease, donât hurt me.â
âIâm not going to hurt you, aunt. Heâs going to do it,â Feyd snorted at your words and froze when all the layers of your dress that had been on the way were finally moved aside. A cold shiver went down your legs at the feeling of your exposed thighs. Feyd cupped your womanhood covered with black silky underwear. You gasped at the feeling as your eyes widened when you looked at his face. His lips curled into a smirk as you shook your head.
âRelax, Baroness, Iâll ease you for him,â he told you as his fingers hooked on the edge of your underwear. You felt his cold fingertips brushing your pussy softly and a set of shivers went down your spine at that sensation.
You didnât know how to feel about it. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were getting dizzy. Your mind wanted him to stop but your body did not. Despite the lack of experience, you knew that The Baron would not make you feel the same way as his young nephew would.
âI wonât fuck you,â he let out a raspy whisper, âhe would kill us both for that.â
âHe wouldnât know,â you told him and Feyd tilted his head at you. âIâve been examined by the medic this morning to prove my innocence. I doubt he will examine me now again.â
âBelieve me, he would know,â Feyd let out a laugh as he moved your underwear aside and exposed your womanhood. It was too dark for you to feel ashamed of it but it still felt incredibly wrong. Yet, you didnât ask him to stop. Not that it would change anything.
He raised his hand up to his full lips and licked them while staring deep into your widened eyes. Then he put his hand between your legs again and began to touch you in your most intimate place. You sighed at the feeling of his wet and cold fingers trying to get between your folds.
âOpen your legs further,â he ordered and your body obeyed by moving the legs more apart before your mind could take over and make a responsible decision to run away. Not that you could run away because with his free hand he grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it to the wall above your head.
Once he got a better access to your pussy, Feyd focused on massaging your sweet spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head, occasionally dipping his finger carefully inside of you to gather some of your wetness. You moaned softly and dug your fingernails into his bicep, feeling a close release. He was smirking at how fast he could make you reach your high but you didnât care. You hated him but his fingers were skilled, making you stand on your toes as the muscles of your abdomen tensed, desperately wanting more friction.
âIâm gonnaâŠâ You gasped and that was when he took his hand away, fixed your underwear and took a step back, letting the folds of your dress fall down to their place. It took you a moment to collect yourself and realise that he had left you without a release but with a deep and urgent need. âWhat was that?â You asked.
âNow it wonât hurt when my uncle does the same to you, aunt. Maybe youâll even cum with his fingers inside you as you remember my fingers on your cunt,â Feyd chuckled contemptuously and licked his fingers clean as you watched with terror in your eyes. âSweet. Like Iâve imagined a cunt from Paradise to be,â he commented and turned around to walk back to the party, leaving you breathless and dizzy with an ache between your legs.
For a while you forgot where to go. You kept taking wrong turns before finally approaching the doors leading to The Baronâs chambers. At your state you werenât even scared anymore. Feyd-Rautha had eased your mind indeed and reduced your body functions to one primal need.
You pushed the door open softly and entered your husbandâs chambers. They were nearly empty and very cold. In the middle of it, there was a big bathtub full of a black substance. He was bathing in it and puffing on his pipe as he squinted his eyes at you.
âWhat took you so long, Baroness?â He asked and you cleared your throat, trying not to sound too shook up. The sight of him in that bathtub made your desire much lesser, though. Even the memory of Feyd-Rauthaâs cold fingertips brushing your clit lightly and teasing you with pleasure could not make you feel the same excitement again.
âIâm sorry. I got lost,â you answered, which had been only half a lie.
âDonât worry, Baroness, you will soon remember the way,â he wasnât angry and he beckoned you over with a move of his wrist.
You approached him obediently although your limbs were getting numb. You were left completely alone with him and you had no idea what he would want now from you. As your husband he could demand anything and youâd have to follow.
âUndress yourself,â his voice was softer than when he would address his nephews but it was still an order as he watched carefully with squinted eyes.
You nodded shyly at his words and began to clumsily take your gown off. It was a complicated piece of fashion and you did not have any servants to assist you. However, your husband was not rushing you, he simply watched and he was visibly content.
When you were naked, you covered yourself with your hands as you stood in front of him. He looked up from his bathtub and puffed on his pipe with a smirk.
âNo, no, donât hide,â he shook his head. âCome, join me,â he invited you in and you swallowed thickly at the black slime he had been bathing in. You doubted it was harmful but you didnât want to sit in the same substance as him. âJoin me,â he repeated, more sternly this time and you bit on your lower lip as you nodded and entered the bathtub.
Your body was shaking but the odd liquid was nicely warm and relaxing. The feeling of it helped you ease a bit. You sat as far away as possible from him.
âCome closer, Baroness. You see, Iâm old now and not of the best health. I sadly cannot perform my marital duties and satisfy you like a husband would,â he pretended to feel sorry for you. âBut I want to play with you a little and admire my new wife,â he reached out his hand and you took a deep breath in before holding it and letting him pull you closer. âDo you know why I took you for myself?â He whispered and you shook your head. âBecause he wanted you so much.â
When you left The Baronâs chambers, there were two scared female servants waiting already behind the doors. At the sight of you leaving in a hurry, they entered â most likely to finish what you had started. You hurried to the rooms that were supposed to be yours now. They were empty since your own servants would come in the morning.
You had been barely dressed because you wanted to leave his room as fast as possible. This time taking your dress off took you a few seconds and you jumped into the bathtub in the bathroom and filled it with warm water. With a sponge laying on the counter you started to scrub your body harshly, causing the skin to bleed in a few places. You wanted to get the black slime off of you and â most importantly â your husbandâs touch.
Feyd had been right. What his uncle had done to you was not the worst â he had been touching and teasing, sniffing your scent and caressing your skin as he had whispered about the beauty of youth and innocence. But the fact that it had been him doing so, it made it the most disgusting thing you had ever experienced. You gagged at the very memory of it and now, after your wedding night, you no longer felt comfortable with the idea of being bred with his son even if it would be an artificial conception.
You started to sob uncontrollably. You hated The Harkonnens. They had destroyed your planet and your childhood. Now they destroyed your innocence and womanhood. You would never get free of them.
But death was not an option. It would be an easy way out. You had to be strong.
The medicâs procedure had truly been quick and painless but you felt disgusting leaving the medical wing of the fortress knowing that The Baronâs seed might be already growing in you. To make it worse, on your way back to your chambers, you spotted Feyd-Rautha coming back from the training yards. He smirked at the sight of you as you froze, still remembering the last nightâs blasphemous act of intimacy that he had performed.
âAunt,â he greeted you with a nod of his head.
âNephew,â you answered in a similar manner as you looked him up and down.
Sweaty from the combat and still wielding a blade, he looked incredibly magnetic at that moment. His youthful and fearless energy was unfortunately drawing you in. The way he was staring at you made you remember how good his fingers had felt on your pussy and it brought the heat up to your cheeks. You wished he would stay away from you because his very presence was a torment.
âHow was it?â He leaned in when he spoke to you, his eyes carefully watching your figure. You did not give him an answer. âDid you cum?â
âYouâre an insolent brat, Feyd-Rautha,â you told him sternly and he straightened himself. You spoiled his fun by not being scared nor disgusted. âI want you to stay away from me since I might already be carrying your uncleâs true heir,â you added.
The playfulness of his eyes turned into anger very quickly. He pointed at your abdomen with his blade and you flinched. The guards standing a few steps behind you, hurried to your side immediately.
âYou will soon realise, aunt,â Feyd drawled, âthat he is your enemy â not me. He will destroy you like he destroys everything he ever lays his hands on.â
âLike he destroyed you?â You raised your eyebrow curiously and he lowered the blade. His jaw clenched but there was a shadow of hurt in his eyes at that moment, which surprised you. You didnât expect a man like him to ever feel hurt.
Feyd-Rautha did not reply to that. He walked away without a word, followed by your guardsâ eyes.
âAre you alright, my Lady?â One of them asked you and you nodded. âShall we tell The Baron about the incident?â
âYes,â you nodded. âHis nephewâs antics must be tempered.â
Six months had passed since your wedding day and you still were not carrying The Baronâs heir. Your husband was growing impatient and the only thing stopping him from getting angry at you was the medicâs declaration that it had not been your fault but the seedâs quality was weak due to your husbandâs age and condition. Even enhanced artificially with the Harkonnen science, it could not settle well in your womb. At this point you were so drugged with their injections to the point that you wouldnât be surprised if a simple touch of any other man than your husband would put a son in you. How ironic.
You had no idea what The Baron had done to Feyd-Rautha but after the corridorâs incident the young man had been avoiding you. He had been watching you carefully from afar with eyes full of hatred like an ominous shadow following you behind wherever you would go. But he would not approach you nor talk to you unless he had to in an official situation. He would always address you with respect as The Baroness or Aunt. You had noticed that it brought him a twisted pleasure to call you by that name.
Your husband hadnât been spending much more time with you either. He would be next to you during the official events and he would ask you to join him in his chambers about once or twice a week but other than that you had been spending your days alone with nobody but your female servants and male guards, occasionally with the medic. It was a lonely life but at least you werenât exposed too much to the dreadful Harkonnens⊠except for the nights you were expected to perform some sort of marital duties.
No amount of time had made you used to The Baronâs touch. You would flinch every time he caressed your body or admired it while whispering the filthiest things. But after the first month your body had developed a defence mechanism of dissociation during those acts.
Technically speaking, though, after six months of being The Baroness Harkonnen, you remained a virgin. The marriage had not been consummated properly so The Baron could divorce you without consequences any day. Giving him a son was the only thing that would legitimise your union. And as much as you dreaded his spawn growing inside of you, you wanted to secure your position. The frustration of not getting pregnant had brought you to tears many times before.
It did now as well. An hour after finding out that the last weekâs procedure had failed and the seed had not settled in your womb. The medic had been both sorry for you and himself because he had known that The Baronâs rage would mostly be aimed at him for not doing enough. Soon, though, you were sure, it would reach you as well.
Your chambers were being cleaned at the moment and you wanted to be alone so you wandered to a different part of the fortress and hid in one of the empty study rooms. You kicked your shoes off and sat on a black leather armchair by the wall as you sobbed into your hands, curling up with your feet up on the seat. You felt so small and unimportant at that moment; you missed home and you missed your motherâs embrace. You missed any sort of affection.
Focused on self-pity you did not hear the doors opening. You only startled at the sound of them closing loudly and you froze at the sight of Feyd-Rautha who had just entered the study room. At first, he stiffened seeing you as well.
âWhat are you doing here, aunt?â He asked, carefully.
âIt is none of your business, go away,â you ordered, trying for your voice not to break and reveal your crying state.
âYou cannot command that,â he snorted at you.
âI am your Baroness. I can and I will,â you sniffled your tears back and you hugged yourself tighter as if you wanted to protect yourself from him.
Feyd ignored your words, though. He approached you confidently and smirked after realising what you had been doing.
âYes, feast on the sight of me crying,â you snapped. âWhat a pleasure it must be for you. Let me please you further, dear nephew. I am still not expecting an heir that would take your place. Happy now?â Your voice trembled.
âLook at you, youâre glowing,â he crouched down to be on your level as he whispered in an oddly seductive way. You furrowed your brows at his words and he reached his hand out to brush your cheek stained with tears. âTheyâve injected so many hormones into you, Baroness, youâre practically begging to be fucked. Youâve no idea what the smell of you does to men around youâŠâ He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the tip softly. âThe taste⊠Even your tears are an aphrodisiac,â he looked up at you and you swallowed thickly. It was making you uncomfortable but for the first time in a long time you felt seen. âWhat a torment it must be. Do you touch yourself, aunt?â He asked and the insolent question snapped you back to reality.
âIâve no idea how he punishes you but youâre asking to be punished again,â you warned him.
âI can show you how he punishes me,â Feyd did not wait for your answer as he took his black shirt off, revealing his pale and strong chest. His hard muscles were simply beautiful, you had to admit it. But when he turned around to show you his back, he revealed dozens of thin scars scattered all over. Some were white and bumpy, visibly old. But some were more fresh and still reddened. You hissed at the sight and he turned his head around to look at your face.
âIâm sorry, I did not knowâŠâ You admitted and reached your hand out to touch some of them gently. You let your finger follow the lines and he smirked.
âDonât be sorry, aunt. I enjoy the whipping,â he grabbed your wrist and turned his body in your direction again.
âIt is hard to believe, Feyd-Rautha,â you admitted. âI thought his punishment was based on threats.â
âHis methods are more sophisticated,â Feyd sneered. âNow, Iâve revealed myself to you, Baroness. Will you reveal yourself to me?â He asked and you furrowed your brow. âDo you touch yourself?â He repeated the question that caused your cheeks to heat up.
âSometimes,â you answered. âI start but I never finish because somewhere in the middle I get haunted by the visions of his hands touching me and they make me sick,â you whispered your secret.
âPoor aunt, you must be so tense,â Feyd cooed to you and let go of your wrist. âSo ready and eager to welcome a child in her womb and yet so unsatisfied.â
You hated to admit that he was right. The amount of hormones that had been injected made your breasts and womanhood sensitive, a single brush of your servantâs hand during the bathtime was enough to fill you with desire. Most of the time you were walking around with an itch deep between your legs, a heavy burden that could not be removed by any means.
Now, Feyd-Rautha being so close to you and talking to you in such a manner was not helping. In fact, it was making your condition worse.
âWhat do you care?â You asked. âI thought you donât want me to carry him a son. If he tossed me aside or even killed me, it would be your victory,â you pointed out.
âMy greatest victory would be humiliating him by putting my son in your womb,â Feyd watched your reaction carefully but you didnât even flinch at the sound of that.
He was young and so full of life. You were sure heâd succeed during the first try. It would secure your position and keep The Baron Happy.
âWhat if he finds out? Heâd kill us both,â you bit on your lower lip.
âAnd you think I would allow that?â He snorted at you, revealing his black teeth. You were so shook up that in this state you even found them attractive. The fact they were so black, so different, so extraordinary, symbolising his brutality. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted his toxic saliva to poison your innocence. You wanted to be trapped under him as he ravages you.
He had to notice the shift of your gaze, the way you face changed its expression. He smirked triumphantly, already knowing that you craved him.
âThe medic⊠He will see I was deflowered,â your last hesitation made you speak up your concerns.
âThe medic?â Feyd-Rautha chuckled contemptuously. âThe same one who is working for me? The same one who is making sure that my uncleâs seed is not succeeding?â
âWh-what?â You choked out but he only smirked as he shushed you.
âDonât forget you were supposed to be mine, little snake. I do not give up easily,â he admitted and with one rapid movement of his strong hands he pushed your legs apart as your thin silky dress pulled up, revealing you to him. âLetâs give you a quick release before I properly breed you. You must be in such pain and torment,â he cooed.
Your eyes widened at his actions but you did not protest. Your limbs were getting numb out of the overwhelming desire and feeling his breath on your pussy was nearly enough to make you cum on spot.
Feyd dropped to his knees and leaned in even closer, biting the soft flesh of your thighs gently with his black teeth and leaving trails of saliva. You felt your womanhood pulsating, begging for his attention. He had to notice the twitching muscles underneath your underwear as well as he chuckled and took it off of you greedily. He froze for a moment with his eyes fixed on his prize and he slowly licked his lips.
âSo swollen and eager. The smell is enough to put only one thought in my head,â he admitted. âMake you swell with my seed. Come here,â he crooned in his coarse voice that sent shivers down your spine as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to the edge of the armchairâs seat. He threw your feet over his muscular shoulders and opened his mouth to stick out his long and slim tongue to show it off for you as you took a deep and shaky breath in.
Feyd leaned in and buried his face between your wet folds that had been anticipating any sort of release for weeks now. You gasped loudly at the sensation of the tip of his tongue tickling your sensitive sweet spot. His mouth was so skilled that he did not require the assistance of his hands as he placed them flat on your thighs to keep steady. He would gather your wetness with his tongue and then dip it all inside of you, making your back arch and hips rise slightly for more friction. There were times when his whole face was buried deep into you but he did not even flinch from the lack of air as he was devouring you, licking you completely clean like a starving dog and then focusing again on your swollen clit. Whenever he teased it, you were sure youâd cum now but then he would move his tongue away over and over, keeping you on the edge.
Your gasps and soft moans filled the room. You were trying to hold yourself back a little, ashamed of being so displayed for him but on the other hand it was him kneeling down to lick your pussy like a servant. It was you who was in control and the thought of that alone was enough to turn you on even more.
Your hands had been squeezing the armchairâs leather fabric but you dared to place them on the back of Feydâs bald head and he did not protest. In fact, he moaned at the feeling as a pleasurable vibration went down your body. Your toes curled when you pushed his face even deeper and you felt the pressure of his nose on your clit when he was fucking you with his long tongue.
The overwhelming desire stripped you out of shame as you began to move his head up and down, rubbing your pussy all over his face while your moans grew higher and louder. Fuck it, you thought, you deserved it. After months of such a sad and awful marriage, being The Baronâs trophy wife, unsatisfied and yet violated by his repulsing touch, you deserved to cum on his handsome nephewâs face. It was the least Feyd-Rautha could do to make it up for you.
With a loud moan, shaky breath and trembling legs you finally reached your peak. Although the movements of your hips came to a halt and your hands stopped pushing his face, he was relentlessly sucking on your clit throughout your high, until you begged him to stop and he hesitantly let go of your glistening pussy with your sticky juices vulgarly dripping down his chin as you looked down at him with hazy eyes.
âI could feast on you for days, Baroness, youâre as sweet as a ripe fruit from your homeworld,â Feyd did not bother with wiping his face. He took your limp feet and calves from his shoulders and threw them back on the floor before placing one last kiss upon your wet mound as your pussy twitched uncontrollably in an aftershock.
You didnât know what to say. You could see the hunger in him, he expected more and you wanted it, too. You wanted to feel his cock inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you like The Baron could never do.
âClaim me, Feyd-Rautha,â you ordered in a weak voice. âI want to remember with satisfaction each time he asks for me that it is you who have claimed me and fucked me. Put your son in me and smile every time you see me walking swollen with your seed as you know that it is yours and not his. If youâre a good boy now, I might reward you and let you feast on my fruit every night in my chambers,â you promised, like it would bring him more pleasure than you, which was not true at all. You craved it as much as him, if not more.
Your words elicited even greater hunger inside of him as he grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down on the cold marble floor. The coolness of the stone brought some relief to your feverish body, your dress was still pulled up and you watched Feyd positioning himself above you as you bit on your lower lip and realised he would truly claim you now, on the floor of an empty room in secret. There was something barbaric about it and the fact you were an innocent lady from a planet known as Paradise who would be taken by such a brute warrior was making you go dizzy. You didnât even fear the pain that would come with it because you wanted it â you wanted him to stretch you out and fill you.
When such thoughts were invading your mind and exciting you all over again, Feyd got his cock out of his leather pants and stroked it at the sight of you waiting for him with your legs open. With his free hand he gathered the wetness of your pussy and coated his length with it before hovering over you with his face inches away from yours.
âItâs going to hurt, my Lady,â he warned you with a smirk, there was absolutely no worry in his voice.
âI want you to hurt me,â you nodded and grabbed his biceps, ready to dig your nails in them as heâd slide inside.
Your spent and overstimulated pussy was relaxed enough to welcome him but the burning sensation made your back arch and your eyes roll, you were sure your fingernails made his shoulders bleed but you did not care. The pain was overwhelming and mixed with pleasure, you felt as full as you could and yet he still had more and more to give you, sliding it inside slowly, inch by inch, with a raspy moan and his forehead pressed to yours.
âYouâre so tight,â Feyd breathed out, âopen your eyes,â he commanded and your eyes fluttered open to stare into his cold and intense gaze. âI want you to look at me when I fill you up with my son,â he added and you nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak but already getting used to his size as if your pussy was made for his cock.
Once you nodded, he started rutting into you with all his force without any warning. You dug your fingernails even deeper into his flesh and moaned out of pleasure as the spasms of pain travelled through your body. His moves were fast and rough, relentless; nearly automatic like he was a machine and not a human. With each stroke he was hitting a spot inside of you that was making you gasp and writhe underneath him, leaving you a drooling and whimpering mess. Feyd used one of his hands to grab your cheeks and squeeze them gently to shut you up before joining his lips with yours in a sloppy and possessive kiss. You could taste yourself on him and you moaned at the taste â it was sweet indeed from all the hormones you had been injected with. It was no wonder he got addicted already, you would get, too. In fact, you explored his mouth with the tip of your tongue in order to clean it off of your juices completely, greedily licking them away from him as you were letting out muffled moans into his mouth.
His hips were brutal and his mouth was aggressive but you wanted nothing else but this. Hearing the stories about his sexual appetite you had been scared but now you wanted to laugh at your old self. It was nothing to fear, it was something to anticipate.
The fact that the act was forbidden, that he was your husbandâs young nephew and a rival of some sort, was making it even better. You were welcoming each of his rough thrusts with eagerness, hoping it would fill your already swollen womb. Your whole body was ready to take the seed and as much as you dreaded the idea of carrying your husbandâs son under your heart, you found the idea of carrying Feyd-Rauthaâs heir much more appealing. If he would be like his biological father, heâd be handsome and fearsome, psychotic and depraved. Youâd see your lover in him â not your husband â and it was giving you satisfaction.
Feydâs hands dropped to your breasts as he tore the fabric of your dress open to expose them for himself to squeeze and pull on your hard nipples. You broke the kiss and cupped his face to push it down to your neck where you needed his open-mouthed sloppy kisses and soft bites of his black teeth. He obeyed and then he moved his head even lower to give the same treatment to your breasts, occasionally accompanying your moans with his low grunts.
You could feel that your second peak was coming close and you wanted to make him finish, too, so you spoke up in a shaky, hazy voice.
âFill me up, give me a son,â you pleaded in a raspy whisper. âI want it so bad, I want to swell with your baby.â
Feyd moved his head up once again and joined your lips in another kiss â this time it was messy with teeth clashing and uncontrollable moans as the movement of his hips became less steady. In a few short spasmodic thrusts he spilled his thick black cum inside of your pussy. The feeling of his hard cock filling you deep inside straight into your womb was enough to bring you to your second peak as well.
Once he was definitely finished, he broke the kiss between you two and moved up to slide out of you and hide his cock back into his pants. You whined at the empty feeling and watched him put his shirt back on while breathing heavily, still laying on the floor, exposed with your dress torn up and your hair a mess. Feeling like a whore and absolutely loving it.
âYou will go to the medic tomorrow and tell him that he had to be mistaken and the seed had made its way inside of you,â he informed you oh-so-formally.
âYouâre so sure of your success?â You asked.
âI am,â he leaned in to look at you. âDonât worry, I shall still visit you at night whenever you invite me. Iâm a dog at your command now,â he admitted shamelessly and you sat up, resting on your elbows to take a better look at him.
That fearsome warrior was completely under your spell and all you had to do was to let him taste your pussy. You laughed at him. He had so many other women, yet it was you who made him this way. You knew why. It was because you were a war prize, because you were from Paradise and because you were an off-world Shehzadi. But most importantly he wanted you because you were his uncleâs Baroness. He craved you to spite him.
âAnd if I command you to never touch me nor speak to me again? I have already used you for my own gain,â you teased and raised one of your feet to caress his thigh with it.
Feyd angrily grabbed your ankle and looked into your eyes intensely.
âDonât think I will allow my child to be called his heir and watch myself being tossed aside as my son is remembered as Vladimir Harkonnenâs spawn,â he threatened.
You didnât answer that, unsure about the meaning of his words. He gave you one last angry gaze and pushed your foot away before walking out of the room as if nothing had just happened.
Of course the medic did not believe your words but he pretended that he had. He couldnât know that Feyd had told you about the fact that he was working for him so he just played along and informed the Baron that he had been mistaken and you were, in fact, finally pregnant with his son.
You had been hoping that once youâd be pregnant, your husband would leave you alone. But no, how wrong you had been. He was now keeping you around him nearly all the time as if you were a precious cargo. He invited many great leaders for official banquets and showed you off. He would sit you on his lap and keep his huge hand on your swollen abdomen proudly.
But you did not even mind that much â not when you knew that the child was not his. You would often catch Feyd-Rauthaâs gaze somewhere in the room and give him a mysterious smile as he would give you a smirk. It was your secret, your revenge on The Baron Harkonnen.
And late at night he would creep inside your room and please you however you wanted him to, only to disappear before the first rays of the black sun would hit you, as if he was only a dream or a ghost. You would recognise his smell now everywhere, though. The feeling of his touch differed so much from others. There was nothing but pure and raw desire bonding you two together and yet, when you watched him in the gladiator arena next to your husband, you feared for his life and you would startle at the sight of his opponents attacking him.
You knew that if something or someone threatened your life, Feyd-Rautha would protect you and he was more physically capable of it than his uncle. You needed him alive to keep you and your son safe.
You admired his body and his strength, the amount of his devotion to you and his little revenge plan. He was magnetic and you almost felt lucky to be chosen by him even though it was you having the upper hand in this relationship.
Some nights he was not coming to you, too busy with other things or perhaps too exhausted after the training. You didnât mind since your body needed a rest as well, especially now when you were six months pregnant already. That night was one of those lonely nights and you had problems with falling asleep, so when you were woken up abruptly in the early morning by your servants, you didnât hide your annoyance.
âWhat is it?â You snapped and rubbed your eyes.
âItâs⊠Itâs The Baron, my Lady,â the girlâs black Harkonnen eyes were widened out of fear.
âWhat about him?â You yawned and sat up, squinting your eyes at the sun creeping inside through the windows. Another servant was already opening the curtains.
âHe⊠He drowned last night, my Lady,â the girl informed you and you froze.
âWhat?â You asked, blinking slowly, not sure if it wasnât a dream. âWhat are you talking about? What do you mean drowned? My husband is dead?â
âYes, Baroness⊠He drowned in his bathtub. My condolences,â she bowed down. âYou are awaited by the lords for the council,â she informed you.
You were speechless as you allowed them to dress you up in a humble black dress of mourning. They did your hair up and put a light make up on your face to hide the dark bags underneath your eyes. Your mind was spinning with an endless train of thoughts.
One thing was certain â it had been no accident. It had to be Feyd-Rauthaâs doing.
And as much as you were relieved to hear about The Baronâs death since he would never touch nor hurt you ever again⊠you were scared of what would happen now. There was no way the lords would allow you to rule as the widow. You were an off-world woman who had been married to their Baron as a war prize. You were a pet, nothing more. You only hoped to convince them to let your son be an heir as they call someone else a regent in his name. You couldnât hope even for the regent title.
You were escorted to the council room by the guards and when you entered it, every man inside went silent. They bowed down and gave you their condolences but their eyes held no sympathy. Feyd-Rautha was not amongst them.
âThank you, my lords,â you took a seat at the end of the long, black table. âIt is a great tragedy but thankfully before his death, my husband has managed to produce an heir,â you brought up the topic immediately as the men looked at each other. âWhat is it?â You asked.
âThe boy is not even born yet, my Lady,â one of the lords spoke up and pointed at Rabban. âIf we announce Count Rabban the next Baron⊠or Feyd-Rautha as the late Baron wanted⊠Well, then they might produce their own heirs in the future. They are both young and capable.â
You got dizzy at those words and the reactions of other men. They seemed to hum in approval.
âSo, I am to be tossed aside?â You asked, angrily. âI am carrying your late Baronâs son and youâre tossing me aside? The child inside me is a rightful heir,â you protested.
âAnd what would you want?â A different lord asked without even addressing you properly. You realised you had already lost. âPerhaps you want to be The Baroness Regent? Over my dead body I will let a woman â let alone from Pairi DaĂȘza â to command me.â
âEnough!â The doors opened and Feyd-Rautha walked inside with his head held high and a playful smirk on his face. The way he confidently walked and scanned the room with his eyes was enough proof for you to know that it was him who had killed your husband. âThe child is not yet born, that is a fair point,â he looked at the lord who had addressed the matter, âtherefore at the time of my uncleâs death I was still the Na-Baron,â he added and you gasped softly. You couldnât believe that he betrayed you. You chewed on the inside of your cheek at the realisation how stupid you had been to think you were playing on the same side.
You had never discussed any details of his plan with him. But you were carrying his son and you hoped he would protect you and the child. Apparently, he only tormented you for his own fun. You wanted to cry. You had lost everything.
Then he looked at you and his face softened a little at the sight of your trembling lip and sad eyes.
âI will wed my uncleâs widow to be my Baroness as the old levirate law says,â he announced and you froze out of shock. Levirate was a law about brothers but you guessed an uncle with such an important title counted as that, too.
âRespecting that law is not expected from you, my Lord Baron,â one of the lords informed him. âYou can choose any other bride.â
âI can,â Feyd nodded and stood behind your chair as he rested his hand on your shoulder, âbut I will not. Iâm choosing Baroness (Y/N) Harkonnen to be my bride,â he announced as the lords looked at each other, as surprised as you were. Out of relief you reached your hand up to hold his and squeeze it in a grateful manner. âI also want to make it known,â Feyd raised his voice and everyone went silent as they looked at him, âthat the child she is carrying is mine and not my late uncleâs, therefore her son is my heir.â
Your heart started to pound in your chest. The eyes of the lords were staring at you with such intensity that you were afraid they would make a hole inside of you. You swallowed thickly, knowing perfectly well that you just had to admit to your sins now.
âI confirm,â you nodded and they began to whisper between each other. Feydâs hand squeezed yours.
âIf you do not believe me nor The Baroness, the medic might make a public announcement of the paternity test but I do hope you will not humiliate your Baroness like that,â Feyd told them and they all went silent again.
âN-no, my lord Baron,â one of the lords stood up and bowed down in your direction. âWe accept the child as yours and we will let others know.â
âI do not want this matter to be discussed nor questioned,â Feyd stated harshly.
âWith all respect, brother,â Rabban spoke up suddenly and you laid your eyes on him, curious about what he was going to say, âthe matter that has been discussed and questioned so far was our uncleâs fatherhood. The only thing we have found out today was the identity of the man our Baroness has laid with.â
âRabban,â Feyd barked at him.
âIt is quite alright,â you said. âI am rather relieved that I do not have to lie about it anymore as I am proud to carry Feyd-Rauthaâs son under my heart,â you smiled at the lords. Some of them rolled their eyes but they still nodded their heads at you.
âThen itâs settled,â Feyd announced. âGo back to your chambers as we settle the details about my uncleâs funeral and the rest of the upcoming ceremonies, my Lady,â he looked down at you and you nodded. He helped you to stand up and placed a kiss upon the palm of your hand before taking your seat by the table.
You were taken back to your chambers accompanied by the guard as you caressed your womb gently, very content with the outcome of that council.
The excitement made you less tired so you just ordered breakfast. Once you were finishing it, the doors to your bedroom opened and Feyd-Rautha entered your chamber. For the first time by daylight, without making it a secret. You stood up from the table and approached him with a smile before you threw your hands around his neck.
âMy darling,â you greeted him. âI have doubted you for a short while this morning, you know that?â
âHave I not told you that I would not allow my son to be remembered as his heir?â Feyd smiled at you and pulled you closer by your hips â as close as he could with your swollen womb between you two.
âBut the lords were right. You do not have to marry me. I can give you a son, he can be your heir. There is no need to wed me,â you pointed out.
âDonât you want it?â Feyd tilted his head.
âIâm asking do you want it,â you pointed out.
âI wanted to marry you a year ago when you came here, after I lifted up that veil. Why would I change my mind?â He put his hand on your abdomen and caressed it possessively. âYou were supposed to be mine. You would have been mine if he hadnât wanted to spite me.â
âWhy do you want me?â You asked. âAs a Baron you could have anyone. One of the Imperial Princesses even.â
âYouâve got what it takes, my Lady. Youâre stubborn and strong. Iâve claimed you, you are mine,â he insisted.
You cupped his face and caressed his cheeks with your fingertips. It was hard to believe that he was yours now. Your husband. You would no longer dread these words.
âI will be a good wife to you, Feyd-Rautha,â you promised, genuinely. You did not want any games nor conflict. âI want only one thing from you.â
âAnd what is it?â He squinted his eyes at you, curiously.
âSafety,â you pleaded. âOf me and my family.â
âYour family is now my family,â he nodded and you sighed with relief. âI want a few things from you, too,â he added and you bit on your lower lip.
âWhat is it?â You asked.
âYou will share your chambers with me,â he started and you nodded, âyou will give me more heirs,â he added and you smiled at that, âand you will never mention him again,â he finished sternly.
âNever mention who?â You asked softly and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his lips. âThere is only you and I.â
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