Lucifer

“hey, look at this one!”

“oh, this one is even cooler- holdon, look!”

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lucifer liked ducks. simple as that. he filled his living space with them from floor to ceiling. he had many different kinds- some regular ones and some that did cool tricks. his office was littered with them, pile upon pile of ducks of all kinds. lucifer wouldn’t say he was obsessed, just fixated.

one hundred percent.

okay, maybe he was a little obsessed. it wasn’t that bad!

your approval urged him to continue and he blames you for the hoard of rubber ducks that are scattered across his home. any time he’d create a new duck, he’d send you a photo with a cute little text attached and you’d always send a heart back or encourage him to make another one.

lucifer liked you- a lot- and maybe that’s why he continued to make more ducks, more and more and more until he was running out of ideas.

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“this one is— ooh, hold on, this one is even better!” leaning all the way over his desk, the tips of his toes lift off the floor and you hear a squeak as he leans back up with a hop. “this one is my favorite.” he grinned, holding the duck out to you. it was a yellow one, as most of them were, but he added little trinkets and details. “i made this one cause, uh, i was thinking of you, and i.. yeah.”

lucifer laughs a little too loudly, shoving it into your hands before running around his office to find some more ducks he had yet to show you. hopefully you had missed the golden flush of his cheeks.

coming back with an armful of more rubber birds, he dropped them on his desk, flattening them out and standing them all upright. he coughed into his arm, quickly adjusting the last duck before straightening up and smoothing out his coat. he was obviously trying to ignore the slip of words from earlier, but with the way you tossed the duck in your hands, he had the assumption that you’d bring it back up.

“i think this one is super cool,” lucifer says, grabbing one and holding it out in his hands. it was light blue with white dots all around it, a yellow beak and little black eyes. “this one spews water,”

splash!

“oops.”

lucifer hadn’t meant to, he swears! you were still looking at the little rubber duck he made while thinking of you and he panicked and squeezed the one on his hands and—

he hadn’t expected you to laugh.

if god could hear him, he’d like to go back to heaven now.