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2-on-2 dynamics

Radiomoth: Shockingly docile! Alastor has made his lack of desire for anything physical very clear. Val doesn't pursue it more out of not wanting to waste the effort rather than actually respecting his boundaries but he leaves it alone regardless (most of the time). Alastor's immune to his aphrodisiac anyway and could absolutely eviscerate Valentino if he tried anything so it doesn't matter.

If left alone together they'll just…talk. Both of them love the sound of their own voice but they also know how to have basic listening skills. Sometimes it's a frustrating vent to just get bullshit off their chest, sometimes Val pesters Alastor about his history with Vox, hungry for old embarrassing gossip. Sometimes Alastor asks for a little spilled tea in turn for a little laugh.

Their best nights are after a few drinks and a smoke. Alastor settles enough to be comfortable resting his head in Val's lap or letting him scratch his ears. Their conversations will drag into something…introspective, almost melancholic. Alastor doesn't find modern labels helpful but there's still a lot he never figured out about himself. Val having so much experience being openly queer helps soothe that screaming inner voice that cares about abiding by norms and strict binaries. It's impressive how emotionally intelligent Valentino can be when he's not throwing himself into shit fits at every minor inconvenience. Alastor likes to think he helps curtail that at least a little.

Radiostatic: These two are the hardest corner to get into something… manageable. They used to be, Val will constantly remind them as much, but after so many decades with hurt feelings driving their impulses it's hard to just put it all down and enjoy their new norm. They're easily the two that bicker the most, both of them easy to rile up and hard to settle back down. But…that kind of becomes the fun of it.

They don't turn lovey dovey overnight, or ever really, but every once in a while the arguing will give way to reality. The only reason they CAN argue is because they're back in each other's lives. It hits more often for Vox than Alastor but it is infectious to a degree. Alastor will feel that slight jolt on his own signal waves, Vox's antennae bobbing around as he makes his good mood known in a language only the two of them have. To an outside observer they haven't changed from when they were trying to kill each other, but that's only because they both have too much pride to say what they feel with words.

Radioapple: Like with Vox, Alastor had a lot of existing tension with Lucifer. Although instead of it stemming from decades of simmering hurt, they just got on each other's nerves…because. It went from a genuine distaste for the other to a game of sorts fairly quickly. They found it funny to piss each other off in petty little pranks and one ups. Once the facade finally broke, when a string of back and forths devolved to good natured laughs, well they couldn't put the toothpaste back in the tube.

Soon Alastor was showing genuine interest in Lucifer's cheesy, weirdly avian themed, musicals. Alastor was introducing the reclusive king to only the best music from his own time and learning how to manage Lucifer's two left feet when they got too invested in it and started to sway together.

The Morningstar's have a dreadful power lurking inside them, you see. They're irresistibly cute, Lucifer especially. Stumbling around adorably or staring up at Alastor with those big sweet eyes has a 50/50 chance at caving to his whims or flicking him directly between the eyes and one is starting to win out more than the other these days.

Staticapple: They didn't start on the best foot, or continue on one for that matter. Lucifer's tendency to forget names did horrid things to Vox's ego but unlike with Alastor, Lucifer actually had a very quick way to quell him.

Lucifer, you see, had created sharks.

All of them.

Every shark.

From that point Vox was SAT. He didn't give a shit about anything else, he needed to know every prehistoric shark fact Lucifer could remember. Half of them were bullshit but that was only because Lucifer's memory was really that bad. What? It was millennia ago, he couldn't remember everything! Vox, however, could remember much of the evolutionary progress sharks had made since he'd been tossed down here and was more than happy to share his wealth of knowledge on the subject. It was on this day they collectively became the most annoying part of the polycule.

The two of them were a perfect match really, not just dreamers but doers, innovators, geniuses, and severely autistic about their subjects of choice. They seek each other out when they need to YAP. Alastor and Val can barely tolerate a few minutes but the two of them uninterrupted can go for hours. Fun facts, new ideas, weird hypotheticals that they will very passionately argue about even though none of that shit is real. They're insufferable and it's the greatest thing that ever happened to either of them.

Staticmoth: Even before all four of them got together they were pretty physical, and whether Vox's emotional constipation allowed him to admit it or not, that kind of history came with a lot of trust. They know how to make each other feel good, but they also know when the other has been at their desk for too long, or could use a proper meal. They know the small signs that their day had been shit and could use some pampering, usually having to nudge the other two to get them to notice it. What do you mean "how can you tell"? Val's antenna is wilted towards his face instead of away from it. How is that NOT obvious??

It's less what they are together but what being in a larger relationship has done for them. Lucifer got Vox used to being a bit more openly affectionate. Alastor talked enough sense into Val to get him to be upfront with the fact that YES! Of course he's wanted an actual relationship! Yes, this entire time, you idiot!

They're both making up for a lot of lost time with their egos taken down enough to admit they love each other but at least a lot of that time still involves the loudest, dirtiest sex they can get up to.

Applemoth: Fuck- how can the king of Hell be so fucking cute?? He's so fucking small Valentino cannot remotely resist the urge to pick him up like a particularly tempting pet cat just minding its business. Lucifer could be in the middle of a conversation, or enjoying his morning coffee, or reading, and all of sudden he's still doing those things but lifted several feet off the ground as Val's impulses win out. It was startling at first but Lucifer is a touch starved man, having three big boyfriends was already great, but the biggest of them all wanting to snuggle him at almost all times isn't something he would ever turn down.

Of course, it is still Valentino. He'll almost always start nibbling at Lulu's neck or wander a hand near his belt. Sometimes he gets swatted off, sometimes he gets teleported somewhere private before anyone notices (as if a sudden bright flash of smoke hadn't become as universal a sign as a tie around a doorknob).

Outside of that though, Val and Lu also bond over their art. They're both creatives at heart and it isn't uncommon for them to gift each other hand made pieces or ask the other for feedback. Lucifer's bright duck room is full of many more sultry portraits than it used to be and Val has a quickly growing pile of custom rubber ducks in one of his drawers. Sometimes he'll just open it and giggle at the sight. It's fucking ridiculous but knowing they were all there because Lucifer was thinking of him still makes the romantic in him swoon.

Details about the template and other stuff

-Val still hasn't mentioned how young he was when he died, not even in all the decades he's known Vox. It's just not a detail that's ever come up…

-Lucifer leans towards he/him pronouns the most but sometimes switches around his preferences on whim. It drives Vox insane because he always manages to guess wrong. Alastor only gets thrown off if it's a neopronoun he is convinced Lucifer made up on the spot to fuck with him.

-Yes, they have ALL used the business partners excuse before at least once before they put their egos/anxiety down enough to admit they were dating.

-Valentino was the catalyst to the entire polycule. It started as a plot to get Vox and Alastor to chill so Vox would stop crashing out over their falling out but it spiraled into them all dating each other very quickly.

-Alastor is the only one that genuinely wakes up early, the other three rotate joining him because at least one of them hasn't gone to bed yet on any given morning. Lucifer loses track of time in a project, Vox gives up if he can't fall asleep and finds random things to occupy himself, and Val stumbles home wasted from the club.

-Val is still open with other people. The other three are exclusive to their relationship but don't mind that Val has sex with other people. If anything it's a blessing if none of them are fully recovered enough to handle his libido again.

-Wanting kids is a complete hypothetical. Val and Lucifer just go into very rare baby crazy fits when they're drunk and end up sobbing about how cute it would be.

-All of them are needy bitches. Val is just the only one that vocally whines for attention. The rest ask for it by trying to piss the others off or refusing to leave them alone.

-Alastor has tricked them into eating sinner meat before and they didn't know until long after the fact. He refuses to tell them which instance where he cooked for them it was and they haven't trusted him since.

-Lucifer somehow got all of them invested in his weird duck soap operas. Val cries over it with him while Alastor and Vox argue about how illogical the characters are being.