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Lucifer had been incredibly nervous for the whole past week, but today it was especially bad. His thoughts were spinning around and around, only to end up back at the same point. Lucifer sighed. He pushed the rubber ducks placed in front of him back and forth. Once he even was on the verge of flinging one of the ducks into the nearest corner out of frustration… but then he held it in his hand and looked at the cute red beak and those little wings ... and this one was wearing an absolutely adorable tiny hat.
He gently pressed the rubber duck to his cheek like a man defeated by weaponized cuteness.
„As if I could ever throw any of you against a wall… I mean, look at you, you’re adorable!” he muttered to himself, briefly forgetting his problems and a little startled that he’d even considered throwing one of his beloved ducks across the room.
He looked at the little duck and frowned. Hmmm… He definitely hadn’t made enough ducks with little hats yet; he could make a few more. Hats in different shapes and colors, maybe some with feathers, a beret or two and perhaps a few with the kind of hat Vox liked to wear. He could put a VoxTek logo on it. Yes, that would be absolutely delightful!
Oh. Right. Vox. Suddenly, his current problem hit him again. With a sigh, Lucifer set the duck back down and collapsed into one of his armchairs.
Tomorrow was their anniversary. A year ago - after all their endless tiptoeing around each other, and with Charlie’s help, of course - he and Vox had finally decided that they were a real couple; with all the trimmings.
Lucifer shifted in his chair; something pressed against his back, soft but insistent.
Oh.
A warm, dreamy smile spread across his face as he pulled out the plush Vox he’d made for his boyfriend - his gift for their one‑week anniversary. He brushed a hand over the plush toy’s tiny face and hugged it to his chest.
Vox had looked so incredibly cute when Lucifer handed him the plush version of himself. On the screen, his face had slowly shifted into that soft cyan glow. First his cheeks, then the color was spreading and blending with the deep navy until his whole face lit up. It was enchanting, and Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat every time he managed to make the outwardly so unapproachable media overlord glow like that.
And now… now Lucifer still had nothing for his beloved for their anniversary.
What a shame! He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He’d already made Vox so many ducks and other Vox-like things, but for their anniversary, it needed to be something truly special. Vox wasn’t expecting anything and hadn’t asked for it. Usually, Lucifer was the one who made gifts, Vox showed his affection differently.
But Lucifer really, really wanted to give him something.
Hm. Well. He still hadn’t made much progress. Lucifer frowned. If necessary, he’d just think it over through the night, but for now he wanted to take care of dinner first. He was craving waffles. With syrup. Vox had never understood how anyone could eat something that sticky and sweet in the evening; in his opinion it was acceptable for breakfast… occasionally. But Lucifer just had an extremely sweet tooth. On the other hand, he absolutely didn’t understand Vox’s fondness for whiskey. He’d tried that brown liquid once - a microscopic sip - and the face he’d pulled afterward had made Vox laugh so hard he nearly short‑circuited.
He had pulled the pouting Lucifer onto his lap and kissed him slowly, deeply, until the whiskey taste was gone, replaced entirely by that intoxicating Vox‑note Lucifer could never resist. The memory sent a tingle through the King of Hell’s lips, and suddenly he could hardly bear the wait for his beloved to come home.
He didn’t have to wait much longer. A noise came from the living room, followed by a loud clang.
“Oh, da-##$-mn it,” a familiar voice muttered. “All this knick‑knack…” Lucifer rushed into the room. Vox stood there, impeccably handsome in his black‑and‑blue suit, holding a ceramic duck with a floral pattern, now broken in two. He gave Lucifer a look that said I swear this wasn’t my fault.
Lucifer’s gaze drifted to his lover’s face. Vox’s eyes were narrowed, one eyebrow lifted in faint irritation. He looked exhausted - shadows under his eyes, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Lucifer was one of the few who ever saw him like this, without filters or performance. Anyone else would have been greeted by a flawless, polished screen‑face. Perfection, baby.
But Lucifer had made it clear he didn’t want perfection. He loved Vox exactly as he was. Flaws included.
Lucifer stepped closer. “It’s no big deal. Just a moment…” With a flick of his wrist, the duck knit itself back together and Lucifer put it back.
The tension in Vox’s face eased, a small, tired smile breaking through. “Lu... I’m really glad to see you right now,” he said, his shoulders visibly loosening.
Work had been absolute chaos today; Valentino had been in a mood that could curdle milk; Velvette had been so annoyed by him and on the verge of a nervous breakdown, that Vox had sent her home. He trusted her to work just fine from there, and at least she’d have some peace. Then one of his subordinates… no, employees, Lucifer insisted on that term, had botched an important project. Vox had fired him on the spot. He would have loved to toss the man into Shock.Wav’s aquarium, but the guy had a family. And apparently, thanks to Charlie’s bizarre therapy sessions, Vox now cared about things like that and he’d learned to keep his temper in check. At least a little.
To his surprise, it actually worked. His subordinates… employees became noticeably more efficient. Vox had confirmed it through a long‑term study, comparing data. The results were unmistakable: the less fear people had of being fed to his beloved shark, the better they performed.
He’d even brought it up, almost excitedly, during one of Charlie’s therapy sessions with her creepy girlfriend. They had talked at length about the difference between fear and respect, two concepts Vox had always treated as synonyms.
Apparently, they weren’t. And if this new understanding made his corporation even more successful… Well, he wasn’t going to complain.
But today, he would’ve loved nothing more than to throw it all overboard - or better yet, straight over the edge of Shock.Wav’s aquarium. Only the little duck from his beloved King of Hell held him back, dressed in its tiny white tuxedo, an apple resting on its head like a crown. Damn it… the little thing was almost as cute as Shocky. Almost.
And as if the day hadn’t been bad enough, he’d messed up his teleportation and took the wrong device as a portal, which was why he’d slammed into Lucifer’s absurdly large living‑room cabinet, overflowing with the King of Hell’s beloved odds and ends.
But… seeing Lucifer made something in Vox unclench. It was exactly the kind of emotional reset he needed.
Lucifer stepped closer, rose onto his tiptoes, and wrapped his arms around Vox’s waist. Vox’s grin widened. He lifted Lucifer effortlessly and and let themselves fall back onto the sofa.
Lucifer nestled against his chest. Hmm, he loved that. The soft static, the electric hum that constantly surrounded Vox… Lucifer lifted his head. Vox had his eyes closed. Whenever he had a stressful day and the thoughts inside him were so loud and overwhelming that he could barely focus on anything else, he switched his screen to white noise mode.
Today, too, it didn’t take long before a faint crackling began, tiny white dots flickering across his screen as the static slowly grew louder. Vox had once told him that it helped quiet the storm of thoughts in his mind.
Lucifer gently ran his finger along the edge of Vox’s screen; the static was steady and lulling, and the white dots darting about reminded him of snowflakes…
Snowflakes!
Lucifer shot upright with a delighted squeal.
Vox’s screen flickered and his face reappeared. “What the heck, Lu…” he muttered, rubbing his face, utterly confused.
Lucifer had already jumped off his lap and was halfway out the door. “I’ve got to try something! Don’t wait for me with dinner! There are waffles!” And just like that, he was gone. Vox snorted with amusement. After a quick glance into the kitchen and a murmured „What waffles, little gremlin?” he ordered something from his favorite delivery service.
Lucifer hadn’t actually made any waffles before Vox got home, but he’d completely forgotten about that. He’d been occupied with something infinitely more important after all. With a burst of excitement, Lucifer plopped into the chair in his study and rolled toward his desk in one smooth swing. He finally came up with the perfect idea for their anniversary. And Vox, his brilliant Vox, had sparked it.
Snowflakes.
Vox once told him that one of the few bright moments from his life on Earth was also the last good memory of his childhood. It had snowed - a rare thing in the city they lived in. His parents had driven little Vincent out into the countryside so he could truly experience it. And experience it he did! They’d gone sledding together; they didn’t own a sled, but an old plastic sheet from the basement flew down the hill faster than any store‑bought one ever could.
They had built snowmen and made snow angels; Vincent frolicked and played with the other children until his nose turned red from the cold and the sky slowly grew dark.
To end this wonderful day, his mother had made hot cocoa, curled up with him on the sofa, read him stories, and kept the TV murmuring in the background until Vincent drifted into sleep.
Lucifer sighed wistfully. Vox cherished that memory like a treasure - buried deep, yet never lost. Because everything that came afterwards had been… well... Calling it “unpleasant” would barely scratch the surface.
Vincent’s mother received a terrible diagnosis and at that time, medical science wasn’t advanced enough to do anything about it. She died. And suddenly, little Vincent and his father were on their own, robbed of their beloved mother and wife. His father tried to be the parent his son needed, he truly did, but grief carved him out from the inside. He grew quiet, distant, a pale echo of the man he had been. And as the months passed, he drifted further and further away from the son who needed him more than ever.
Vincent grew up, far from happy. There was no one left to guide him along his way. His father was a broken man. Hollowed out, unstable, too weak to be what Vincent needed. Vincent refused to become like him. He would be strong. Strong enough for both of them. His own life became a struggle too. Strong. Stronger. Higher, better, brighter. Television fascinated him - the polished anchors, the perfect smiles, the illusion of control. He would take care of his father, that miserable traitor who had left him alone in every way that mattered. He was better than his father. He would show him. He would show everyone.
Don’t stop. Keep going. Higher. More power. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.
His own TV show. He had nudged fate along a little and a few obstacles out of the way. In show business, only the relentless rose to the top. You eat or you get eaten.
His father could count on him, he should count on him. Trust him. Vincent would make it. Shine brighter. Better. Supernova. Brighter than anyone else.
One could rely on him. Always. No matter the prize. No matter who stood in his way, he would keep moving forward.
Trust me, Father. Trust me.
Shine brighter! Goin’ supernova, all the eyes look up.
His own TV-channel, finally.
Brighter!
His own network. Newer, bigger, brighter!
Trust me. Trust my voice. Trust me and your future will be brighter!
Now who’s ready to be baptized into a new era of entertainment?
~~
When Lucifer first heard Vox’s story, it had shaken him to his core and even now, the memory brought tears to his eyes. Vox had lost so damn much and he himself had been already lost in his lifetime, stumbling through his own life without anyone to catch him. Everything might have taken a different turn if someone had been there to walk beside him.
Lucifer wouldn't leave Vox alone. Not like…
Lucifer’s gaze drifted to a framed photograph on his desk. The grand opening of the Hazbin Hotel. Char-Char, her girlfriend… Vagatha? Vagencia? The porn star, the drunkard, that creepy little creature from housekeeping with this obscure fondness for pain… And him. Why in all of Hell was he in the photo? The man despised cameras. What was his name again? Lucifer was terrible with names, but Vox had repeated that one often enough… Alisian, Altos… Al… Alastor! A low growl rumbled in Lucifer’s throat.
That smile. Lucifer narrowed his eyes until his vision blurred and Alastor dissolved into a smear of red. With a sigh, he set the picture back down and rubbed his eyes. Alastor had left Vox alone, cast him aside.
Lucifer would do better. Lilith’s absence had shown him the cruelty of being left behind by someone you trusted with your heart. It was a pain that lingered, sharp and quiet.
The fact that Vox could even speak to that stupid deer still felt miraculous to Lucifer. For that alone, Vox deserved redemption. Although… Better not, cause then Vox wouldn’t be here with him anymore.
The long talks with Lucifer and Charlie and occasionally Charlie’s girlfriend had helped Vox immensely. They were the kind of therapy he’d needed back on Earth.
Lucifer would be there for him, reminding him that he was loved. And if he had to do it again every single day for the rest of eternity in this damned hell, he would.
Lucifer was so wound up he didn’t even notice his horns and wings had grown. With a rough exhale, he let the tension spill out of him and returned to his usual size. His fingertip drifted across the tabletop, drawing invisible snowflakes.
He straightened his posture. He was going to give something a try and see if he could pull it off, and if not… he’d keep practicing until it worked, even if it took all night. But damn it, he was going to give his beloved a nice memory for their anniversary.
~~
“Mmh?” Vox mumbled sleepily when Lucifer, exhausted but happy, finally slipped into bed beside him. Oh, shoot! Lucifer had tried so hard not to wake him. He pressed a tender kiss between Vox’s antennae and wrapped himself around Vox. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered, stroking his back. Vox let out a tiny devastatingly adorable sound and Lucifer had to cover his mouth to stop a squeal from escaping.
Vox shifted in his sleep, turning toward Lucifer and draping an arm across his chest. A cable emerged from his upper back, looping once around Lucifer’s wrist in a loose, instinctive hold. Lucifer watched, struck by the tenderness of it. This had happened before, but only in the grip of nightmares. Then the cables would wrap around the bedposts, tightening as if Vox were trying to hold on and needed every ounce of strength he had.
It was the first time it had happened like this while Vox was asleep. A gentle warmth unfurled in Lucifer’s chest, and he brushed his fingertip along the cable, mindful not to wake him. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. When they were awake, these cables had… other uses from time to time. Vox knew what he was doing with them alright! Lucifer’s cheeks flushed. Not now, Lu. Don’t go there
He pinched his arm and rubbed his face. Time to sleep now. Tomorrow will be wonderful. He settled in, stroked Vox’s arm, listened to the soft, steady hum, and drifted into sleep.
A weight dipping the mattress beside him and a gentle hand brushing his hair from his face coaxed Lucifer awake. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
Lucifer grumbled, earning a soft chuckle from Vox. Vox was still here? Was it that early? Usually he was long gone to work by the time Lucifer woke up. Lucifer yawned deeply and blinked against the unusually bright light in their room. Still groggy, he pushed himself upright. His gaze drifted to the duck‑shaped wall clock. 11:30 a.m.??
“What?” Lucifer jolted fully awake. Vox beside him was clearly amused. “Is it that late already? Why are you still here?”
Vox ruffled his hair. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I, your loyal subject, humbly request a day off from my hellish duties and – ow!“
He laughed, rubbing his ribs.
v“Stop it,” Lucifer murmured, a golden glow blooming across his cheeks. “You know I find that… what do young people call it nowadays? Cringe.”
Vox kissed Lucifer’s forehead. “I know, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sorry at all, Lucifer could practically hear the smirk. “I took the day off. It’s our anniversary, after all…” Vox paused, tilting his head. “That’s alright with you, I hope?”
“Are you kidding? Of course!”
Overwhelmed with happiness, Lucifer climbed onto Vox’s lap. He nestled against him, arms around his neck, face glowing with joy. Vox had stayed home, for their anniversary. Anyone who claimed the media tycoon had no softness clearly didn’t know him at all. Lucifer brushed a fingertip along the edge of Vox’s screen, smiled, and kissed him. The kiss deepened fast, heat blooming between them. Vox’s hands wandered from Lucifer’s hair down his spine, slow enough to make him shiver, until they reached the waistband of his pajamas. His fingers stroked that one spot at Lucifer’s lower back… oh, that spot always undid him. Damn, that felt good. A soft moan escaped Lucifer. He broke the kiss, breath unsteady and began unbuttoning Vox’s nightwear to give his collarbone the attention he knew Vox loved.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” Lucifer whispered, breathless. He savored the faint electric shiver that ran through Vox, he could feel it right there beneath his hands.
„Lu-$#cifer.“
Oh, how he adored that sound, the way Vox’s voice faltered, softened, almost broke. Vox melted when being praised, every single time. It amazed Lucifer how sensitive Vox was to tenderness.
Clearly, he hadn’t heard words like that often.
Lucifer lifted his hand and brushed his fingertips over Vox’s lips, admiring the soft, unguarded expression on his face. Vox’s screen glowed a gentle cyan.
“Do you know…” Lucifer began, trying to steady his voice and failing, arousal humming through him. He cleared his throat. “Do you know how much it affects me to be the only one who gets to see you like this?”
Vox let out a quiet, trembling sound, and the soft static around him deepened. His body tried to cool itself, light flickering faintly across his frame.
“That’s exactly what I mean…” Lucifer murmured, tracing a slow line along Vox’s collarbone. “No one sees you like this. Only me. You’re breathtaking. You’re so incredibly responsive to me...“
A faint flush spread across Vox’s face. Lucifer gently touched one of the antennae, creating an electric spark between them. Vox moaned softly and with pleasure.
Lucifer kissed him, guiding him gently but firmly backwards until they were lying on the bed together, Lucifer on top of Vox, close and warm. Vox opened his eyes. He lifted a hand to Lucifer’s cheek, his touch tender.
The moment felt luminous - fragile, precious, and impossibly beautiful.
Vox added it to his Lucifer folder; the one he never let anyone else see.
Lucifer grinned. That mischievous grin that Vox adored. “You know…” he murmured, letting his hand drift across Vox’s chest. “Last night, when…” He felt the heat rise to his face. “Yes?” Vox asked curiously, his voice low and rough. Lucifer’s fingers brushed Vox’s hip. “You had… your cables…” That was all it took. A sharp crackle of static cut through the charged air, and in one smooth motion Vox flipped them, ending up above him, a slow, promising smile spreading across his face. “Your wish is my command,” he whispered close to Lucifer’s ear, making him shiver.
Both of them deeply enjoyed this wonderful start to their anniversary.
~~
“Well, my dearest King of Hell, breakfast is ready,” Vox murmured later on. Lucifer, deeply satisfied, grumbled quietly but still sat up. “No breakfast in bed?” he asked, giving Vox a playful pout. Vox snorted. “Absolutely not. Crumbs in bed are disgusting.”
“You can just brush them out,” Lucifer insisted, and Vox rolled his eyes with a smirk.
“Come on. Or do I need to hypnotize you first?
“Oh, no, no, no hypnosis,” Lucifer mumbled quickly. “Noooot necessary. I’m getting up. See?” He scrambled out of bed and made a beeline for the shower.
A little while later, fully dressed, Lucifer joined Vox in the kitchen. “Oho, looking sharp,” Vox said, giving a low appreciative whistle. “Are we going somewhere?” “Maybe”, Lucifer replied with a sly smile, eyeing the breakfast table. “This looks amazing. You made it?”
Vox snorted. “Do I look like I did? I ordered it.”
Vox adored fine food but was hopeless in the kitchen, a fact Lucifer never failed to tease him about.
“Well, it could have been,” he said cheerfully, taking a seat across from Vox. “Damn, that smells incredible.”
They shared breakfast in a soft, unspoken harmony, the kind that only came with deep familiarity. Vox watched Lucifer enjoy the food and felt a quiet warmth settle in his chest. Vox felt grateful. No meetings today, no deadlines, no screens demanding his attention. Just Lucifer. And their day.
Lucifer lifted his duck‑shaped mug to his lips, watching Vox over the rim.
Vox’s phone buzzed. He stared at the device with slightly furrowed brows. Then he nodded briefly, his expression relaxed and put the phone away. “Velvette just texted me. Our current deal is finally wrapped up.” A reliefed sigh escaped him. Vox took the last sip of his coffee.
“My dear Lucifer, I have something for you.”
Vox stood up, disappeared briefly from the kitchen and returned with a neatly wrapped gift. Lucifer set down the duck mug and hopped excitedly toward Vox. Ohhh! He took the package wrapped in dark blue tissue paper, turning it over, giving it an experimental shake and even a quick sniff. Vox burst out laughing, and Lucifer’s grin widened in response.
The package felt soft beneath his fingers. Lucifer unwrapped it with slow, deliberate care and … „Oh… Oh, wow, that...“ His eyes widened. He lifted the gift as though it were something fragile. “Go on,” Vox said with a small, amused smile. “Look at it properly.” Lucifer unfolded the fabric. A cravat, finest silk, deep blue with a subtle iridescence, patterned with small black duck silhouettes.
“Vox… it’s beautiful…” Lucifer’s eyes glistened, emotion catching in his throat.
Vox’s smile softened into something unmistakably proud. “I… well, Velvette helped me. We did it together. I don’t know shit about tailoring. I’m glad you like it.”
Lucifer sniffled, still staring at the cravat as though it were a miracle. “You… made this?” “With help,” Vox repeated gently. Lucifer’s heart clenched. Vox, brilliant, analytical, allergic to practical handiwork and usually the first to delegate it, had made something with his own hands. For him. Lucifer’s face glowed with joy. “Help me put it on,” he murmured, voice unsteady.
Vox stepped closer and took the cravat, tying it with slow, deliberate care before adjusting the folds until it sat just right. “You look gorgeous, my king,” he murmured, a soft grin tugging at his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss against Lucifer’s lips. Lucifer wrapped his arms around him, breathing in Vox’s warm, familiar scent, eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you,” he said quietly. Vox hugged him back.
After a moment, Lucifer pulled back, wiped his face and smiled. “Well, who would I be if I didn’t have something for you as well?”
He took a deep breath, letting his gaze drift over Vox’s casual clothes, which looked adorable on him, yes, but Lucifer knew exactly how vain Vox was about his public image. Even if it was just the two of them. "Maybe you want to change. We... go out."
Well, Vox didn't need to be told twice.
When they stood together again in the living room later, Lucifer felt his heartbeat quicken. A flicker of doubt tightened his throat. What if Vox didn’t like his gift? Lucifer shook his head. Now it was too late anyway. Lucifer opened a portal, reached for Vox’s hand, and stepped through with him.
Vox stumbled, clutching Lucifer’s shoulder to avoid a spectacularly ungraceful fall. His screen flickered. “S‑scc$#ch…” His eyes narrowed. “Which idiot decided stones belonged in the middle of the… path?”
Lucifer steadied Vox with a gentle touch to his back, stepping close. He had brought them to one of his favorite places, far beyond Pentagram City. Away from all the flickering lights, frantic pace and the constant, murderous chaos, which happened way too often for Lucifer's liking.
Out here, the air felt calmer. Safe.
Hell had its beauty. Quiet, secret places that revealed themselves only to those who were looking for them. He had explored them with Lilith, sometimes for days at a time. When she was gone, he went alone with Charlie, in deep mourning and with the desire to be a good father. He had truly tried.
Lucifer had chosen a place he rarely visited. He wanted to preserve the places he associated with Lilith for what they had been. They were the places where he had walked beside his wife.
With Vox, the new man in his life, Lucifer wanted to create new memories. Their own memories. He glanced at Vox from the side. The half‑finished curse still clung to Vox’s lips, but his expression had softened, clearly impressed by what he saw. A warm spark of pride flickered in Lucifer’s chest.
They stood on a landscape of gentle rises and dips, dotted with strange growths that mimicked trees without truly being trees. The air smelled faintly of warm embers and sun‑dried grass. A blessed relief from the sulfur stench Lucifer had grown far too accustomed to. A soft gust swept across the open plain, setting the grass‑like growth at their feet into a rippling wave.
“Wow.” Vox’s voice carried genuine awe. It took a lot to impress the powerful Overlord. Lucifer felt himself rise inside, tall with quiet pride. Vox turned to his beloved. „That’s… incredible, Lu.“
Lucifer nodded, his heartbeat quickening. He wasn't done yet. He drew in a steadying breath and stepped forward, heart stumbling in his chest. Calm down, Lu. Calm down. You practiced this. He spun, inhaled sharply and brought his hands together in a sharp clap.
The crimson sky dimmed. Clouds gathered, thick and heavy.
Snow began to fall.
A choked laugh escaped him - bright, hysterical, triumphant. He had made it!
It wasn’t real snow, of course, but it looked close enough to fool the eye. Thick, pale flakes drifted through the landscape, swirling in slow spirals until the ground seemed dusted in white. Lucifer lifted his hands again, weaving small points of light into existence. They mingled with the falling flakes like tiny stars. Another gesture, and the lights gathered, forming a shark and a duck made of pure luminescence, gliding in wide circles across the open land.
Lucifer looked at his partner proudly… and froze.
Vox's face was motionless, no emotion to be seen. The eyes staring rigidly straight ahead, the mouth a straight line at the bottom of the screen. Lucifer's joy collapsed. Oh, damn... What had he done? Ohhh, no no no…
"Shit, Vox... I... I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid, fuck, please forgive me, I... I'll make it disappear, I..." Lucifer felt a touch on his hand and looked up. Vox had turned toward him and the blank mask was gone. Vox was facing him now and the emptiness in his eyes had melted into something raw and bright. Tears. Lucifer had never seen Vox cry. Lucifer raised his hand and gently touched Vox's face. He was once again amazed by the anatomy of his beloved, which was like a miracle for him.
"It's... so incredibly beautiful." Vox’s features flickered, glitching out for a heartbeat before returning, now shaped by pure wonder, joy and a deep, unmistakable affection for the man beside him. “Thank you, Lucifer,” he said softly. Lucifer stepped forward and wrapped him in his arms.
Vox's face showed a short, painful flare of remembrance and sadness. They leaned in and shared a gentle kiss, eyes closing as their foreheads came to rest against each other. When they finally opened their eyes, Lucifer smiled softly at him. The sadness in Vox’s gaze melted away.
Lucifer tugged gently on Vox’s hand and sank down with him. Around them, the flakes drifted in slow spirals, while the glowing shark and duck traced wide, playful circles through the air. Vox pulled Lucifer into a tight embrace, rested his head against his beloved's. They sat like that, in a moment that felt like eternity, shaping a new memory together.
Soft, radiant and theirs alone.
~~