AVA, A different Radioapple fanfiction

I do.

A few days later, the long-awaited day of the wedding had finally arrived. The venue was nothing short of breathtaking, adorned with rich, deep reds, glowing golds, and stunning floral arrangements that seemed to cascade from every corner. As the ceremony was about to begin, all eyes were on Ava, the flower girl, who stepped out in a radiant white dress that shimmered as she moved. She looked absolutely beautiful, her hair done up with tiny white flowers woven through, and she held a delicate basket of flower petals.

Lucifer, standing nearby as he adjusted his tie and made sure everything was in place, saw Ava and couldn't help but beam at her. "You look stunning, sweet pea," he said, giving her a soft smile.

Ava, always observant, caught the slight hesitation in his voice, and she tilted her head, sensing that something was off. She stepped closer, her little hands reaching for his. "Daddy, what's wrong?" she asked, her innocent eyes full of concern.

Lucifer sighed, his smile faltering as he knelt down to be at her level. "Oh, it's nothing, sweet pea. I'm just... a little nervous, that's all." He ruffled her hair gently, trying to reassure her, but Ava could still see the worry in his eyes.

"Nervous? About what?" Ava asked, frowning.

Lucifer chuckled softly, trying to downplay his feelings. "It's a big day, sweetheart. Marrying your other daddy... it's a lot of emotions. I want everything to be perfect, you know?"

Ava gave him a serious nod, her small hands squeezing his. "But it will be perfect, Daddy. 'Cause you're here. And Daddy Alastor is here. And I'm here too."

Lucifer's heart swelled at her words, his anxiety loosening as he hugged her tightly. "You're right, sweet pea. It will be perfect because we're all together."

Ava grinned, her excitement shining through. "Okay, but don't be nervous anymore, Daddy. It's gonna be the best day ever!"

Lucifer smiled more genuinely this time, his nerves calming down as he kissed the top of Ava's head. "You always know just what to say."

As the ceremony music began to play, Ava gave him one last hug before taking her place as the flower girl. Lucifer stood up, watching as she confidently walked down the aisle, her tiny hands scattering petals with grace and joy. Despite his earlier nerves, Lucifer felt his heart settle. With Ava there, leading the way, and Alastor waiting at the altar, he knew everything would be just fine.

As the ceremony began, the air was thick with anticipation. The guests stood in reverent silence as the soft music floated through the venue, filling the space with warmth and excitement. Ava, looking adorable in her flower girl dress, confidently made her way down the aisle, scattering petals with a happy smile. She was the perfect start to the procession.

Following close behind was Lucifer, his arm looped through Michael's. For the first time in eons, the two brothers walked side by side, a symbol of unity and brotherhood despite their tumultuous history. Lucifer's face was a mix of emotions—nerves, joy, and love swirling together. But as he walked, every step closer to the altar, those nerves began to ease.

Alastor stood at the altar, trying his best to appear composed. Behind him, Vox leaned in, whispering encouragement. "You're going to be fine, Al. Breathe. Just remember, it's Lucifer—you two were made for each other."

Alastor nodded, but his hands trembled slightly. His usually calm demeanor was replaced with nervous energy as his eyes scanned the room—until they landed on Lucifer. In that moment, every anxious thought seemed to melt away. Lucifer, looking as regal as ever, was walking towards him, and Alastor felt his heart soar. All the doubts and jitters faded, replaced by a calm sense of certainty. This was right.

On the opposite side, Adam stood in his place as Lucifer's best man, his rugged demeanor softened as he saw his old friend approaching. Adam had known Lucifer for millennia, and he knew how big this day was for him. Seeing the slight unease on Lucifer's face, Adam flashed him a thumbs-up, a gesture of reassurance and support. Lucifer caught the sign, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, feeling a bit of his confidence return as he reached the altar.

Once Lucifer stepped onto the altar, he turned to face Alastor. For a brief second, they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, the world around them seeming to fade away. Alastor's heart swelled as he looked into Lucifer's eyes, the love they shared radiating between them.

With Ava, Michael, Vox, Adam, and all their closest friends gathered around, the two stood ready to pledge their lives to each other, every doubt and fear forgotten in the presence of their love.

Under the dim, warm glow of the chandeliers, the former priest—now a somewhat ragged yet dignified figure, having ended up in Hell for reasons of his own—stood before the couple. His voice, deep and resonant, guided them through the dark but beautiful version of a wedding ceremony that had been crafted for this moment. His robes were a mix of traditional and twisted, reflecting the unique setting they were in.

Alastor and Lucifer stood before him, hands intertwined, facing each other with an intensity that filled the room. The guests, an eclectic mix of sinners, demons, and reformed angels, watched with reverence.

The priest smiled slightly, acknowledging the rarity of love blossoming in Hell, and began. "We gather here today in the underworld, a place where few expect love to thrive, but where love can burn brighter than ever before. Lucifer and Alastor, two souls who have defied fate, now stand before each other, ready to pledge their lives and eternity together."

Alastor, ever the showman, held Lucifer's hands a little tighter as he prepared to say his vows. His voice, steady and rich like the radio persona he was known for, resonated through the room. "Lucifer," he began, his eyes locked on his soon-to-be husband's, "In this twisted world of sin and chaos, I never expected to find someone who would understand me so completely. You're the flame in my endless night, the one who keeps me grounded, yet challenges me every day. I vow to stand by your side, in all of Hell's trials and pleasures, for eternity. My heart is yours, forever."

Lucifer's smile deepened, his nerves dissolving as he listened. When it was his turn, he spoke softly but confidently, his eyes brimming with emotion. "Alastor, I've ruled Hell for what feels like eons, and in all that time, I never imagined finding someone like you. You've shown me that even here, in the darkest corners of existence, love can thrive. I promise to be your equal, your partner, and your love, through every storm and every calm. In your laughter, I find peace. In your chaos, I find home. I am yours, now and forever."

The former priest nodded, visibly touched by their words, before moving into the final stage. "Now, by the powers vested in me in this realm, I ask you both—Alastor, Lucifer—do you pledge your lives and your love to one another for all eternity?"

Alastor, grinning widely, said, "I do."

Lucifer followed, his voice filled with warmth and certainty. "I do."

The priest lifted his hands, his smile growing as he concluded. "Then by the laws of Hell, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may seal your vows with a kiss."

As the words left his lips, Alastor pulled Lucifer close, their kiss sealing the bond they had waited so long to make official. The room erupted into cheers, Ava throwing her flower petals in the air as the couple embraced.

Their love, forged in the flames of Hell, was now eternal.