★ That's gay ★

In the hushed stillness of Lucifer’s hidden garden, rows of high, sprawling apple hedges stretched out under the faint golden mist. The fruits glowed a deep, rich red and there was a sense of reverence in the air, a strange, precious calm in the heart of Hell.

Lucifer, his hand small and warm in Vox’s larger grip, led him along the rows, occasionally stooping to pluck an apple from a hedge. Vox held a basket in his free hand, watching as each apple settled in with a soft thud. He had always thought of Lucifer’s elegance as something guarded, inaccessible, yet here in this garden, Lucifer felt unexpectedly… vulnerable.

As they continued, Vox glanced down at one of the apples and back at Lucifer, curiosity lighting up his screen.

"I wasn’t aware that apples grew in Hell,” he murmured, tilting his head to meet Lucifer’s gaze.

Lucifer looked up at him, a faint, melancholic smile touching his lips, the weight of centuries reflected in his eyes.

"They don’t,” he replied, reaching out to pluck another apple. “I’m using my magic to make them grow.”

He held the apple between them, his fingers brushing over its skin, sending faint swirls of light across the red surface, like whispers of Eden’s long-lost glow.

There was a tenderness in the way Lucifer held the apple, as if, in some small way, he was nurturing a piece of the paradise he’d once known. Vox’s gaze softened. While he loved Hell’s chaos, the intrigue, the thrill of control, the debauchery and all the sins that made hell to hell, something about this quiet beauty, and the yearning in Lucifer’s eyes, made him pause.

“It’s beautiful.” Vox said quietly, adjusting the basket, allowing Lucifer’s creation the respect it deserved.

Lucifer’s gaze lingered on the apple in his hand, the faintest trace of sorrow in his expression as he whispered, “Beauty can grow anywhere, given the chance.” Then he looked up, meeting Vox’s gaze, and his fingers tightened gently around Vox’s hand. “Even here… even in Hell.”

(my silly writing seemed to make some of you happy so I'm more confident to post more silly writing)

Velvette’s Halloween party was in full swing, the room decked out in eerie, flickering lights and cobwebs so convincing they could almost be real... And maybe they were. They were in hell after all. She’d poured her heart into every last detail, from the fake fog rolling across the floor to the bowls of candy everywhere and, of course, into the costumes her fellow Overlords had grudgingly agreed to wear.

Standing in front of her now, Valentino adjusted the lapels of his ripped blue shirt, a tattered attempt at a "Frankenstein's monster" look. But, naturally, he’d put his own spin on it and he’d insisted on hot pants that glistened in the dim light, paired with towering stilettos. “Sexy monster” was more his vibe, and Velvette had rolled her eyes, but secretly, she knew it was perfect for him.

Beside him, Vox stood stiffly in his “werewolf” costume. Taped-on wolf ears perched awkwardly on his screen casing, one already starting to peel away. His suit was purposefully torn and a faux tail drooped behind him but he refused to take it off, grumbling whenever it caught on something. His screen flickered with feigned annoyance, though his gaze softened every time he glanced at Velvette, a rare willingness to go along with her plans. She was lucky that he had been in a good mood lately.

Noticing his poorly taped-on wolf ears already slipping off, Velvette clicked her tongue in mock disapproval and stepped up to him. “Hold still, Vee,” she said, peeling the flimsy tape off and replacing it with tiny, hidden magnets she pulled from her pocket. She pressed the ears back on, securing them firmly. “Now you can go wild on the dance floor without losing these… not that you would, you old fuck.”

Vox gave a dry laugh, screen flickering with amused pixels as he adjusted his new, sturdier ears. “Fierce as always, Velvette. But I used to dance a lot before you were even born!"

"Yeah yeah, old fuck." Velvette waved a dismissive hand but Vox looked her up and down. "What are you supposed to be? Toilette paper?"

Velvette herself was wrapped in gauzy white strips, styled and layered. "Fuck you, I'm a hot mummy, you prick." Vox really was just teasing because she struck a balance between sexy and stylish, a classic costume with just enough Velvette flair to make her feel untouchably cool, and if there was one thing Vox respected then it was his partners unique talents and Velvette understood fashion more than he ever could.

The night was a success, and despite all their grumbling, Velvette knew they were having a good time too.

“Alright, everyone, photo time!” she declared, pulling out her phone with a smirk. “Gotta show my followers I’m out with the undead elite.”

Valentino scoffed, strucking a pose with a grin, one stiletto jutting forward. “You just can’t resist capturing all this, Muñeca?”

Vox sighed, muttering, “Let’s make this quick,” but he leaned in, glancing at Velvette with an almost amused look.

She frowned, realizing the height difference between her and the two of them. “Hey, Vox, help me out here?”

With a knowing smirk, Vox extended a cable from his back, letting it loop under her foot like a branch. Velvette grinned, bracing herself as she hopped up onto it, and Vox gave the cable a light boost, lifting her smoothly into place. She wobbled for a second, laughing as she steadied herself, finally level with both of them.