Adam felt better after coming out of the steaming hot bath. He sure was glad his dick had stopped feeling like an icicle! Lucifer sat on the couch, clearly squirming as his daughter lectured him. Good.
"I' m honestly most impressed that he didn't make any dumb comments as we dug him out this snow pile. Not even a "I knew lesbians were good at spelunking". Maybe his teeth were chattering too much."
"Vaggi, that's not very nice. Oh, there he is. Dad, don't you want to apologize to Adam? About leaving him in the snow?"
Adam had expected Lucifer to look more sorry after getting berated for 40 minutes. Instead the Seraphim gave him an odd look."Oh, Adam doesn't mind the snow, I'm sure of it."
"Since fucking when?"
"Oh, don't you remember?~"
"And remember: Don't climb up the rocks besides the waterfall! And don't jump or swim down the waterfall either! Better stay away from the fast parts of the river too. Adam, are you listening?" Angel Lucifer was trying to drill a whole bunch of restrictions into the first man's skull, and he somehow doubted that Adam was taking it in properly. Which normally wouldn't be too bad, but come noon all the angels responsible for the garden would hold a conference, and attendance was mandatory. So no watchful eyes that could keep fragile humans safe for a few hours, even if they recklessly endangered themselves. Which Lucifer suspected Adam most likely would at some point.
"Are you listening?"
"Yeah, yeah, no waterfall and no fast water."
Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief. He was getting through to him! "Good! Remember to stay in the shade too, especially around noon. And..." Lucifer put a hand to his chin. Was he forgetting something? He thought about all the areas of the garden Adam preferably explored, and nothing dangerous came to his mind. So this lecture must be finished! Great, he didn't love rattling down rules and restrictions either.
"Turns out we are finished!"
"Oh, really?! So what now?"
"I'll have to leave soon... Adam please be safe, none of us will watch and be able to help you for the next few hours!"
The first man looked a tad unsure. He loved the company of Lucifer, especially if his friend was lending him a helping hand while exploring. Secretly Adam had a feeling that the angel would grant him way more liberties if his siblings and elders didn't restrict him so much in his actions. There were so many rules for the two of them! Adam was glad he wasn't the one who had to enforce them!
"I'll be fine, Luci."
"I truly hope so." ,Lucifer gave him a soft goodbye kiss on his forehead. "I've collected some fruit for you, your favorites. But don't eat them all in one go, you'll get a terrible tummy ache! See you soon!"
Adam stood alone in the garden. The sun was burning intensly in the sky, creating an unbearable heat. Maybe he should go to the waterfall after all, just for a little while...
Adam loved, loved, loved plunging down the waterfall! He only had hurt himself a single time while exploring it! He'd lost his footing while climbing up the rocks, fell down and broke his shoulder. It had hurt so badly, Adam lay there crying until Lucifer scooped him up and brought him to an angel doctor. He was much more careful from then on! But he must have been there for a long time now, so it currently wasn't as exciting as before. Adam munched on a few of Lucifer's collected fruits and pondered where he should go next. He'd love to go through the river rapids, but the raft he usually used for that purpose had been shattered during his last attempt. Lucifer had looked as red as a tomato when he had scolded him back then. It wasn't even so bad! Adam had pulled himself out of the water, and waited on a rock in the middle of the river for an angel to fetch him. Which Sera did. Hm, maybe Lucifer had been upset because Sera had shouted at him too?
Lucifer remembered what he had forgotten. The mountains! He hadn't warned Adam about the snow covered mountains! What if the silly human decided to wander there and fell into a ravine? Or got hypothermia from the cold? He was buck ass naked after all. He shared his concerns with the Head Seraphim, voice meek, but Sera just waved him off.
"Oh, I instructed Adam about this place a while ago. I don't think he'd have forgotten "
Well, that was certainly a relief!
Adam had never thought about exploring the snow covered mountain range before. He wondered why? The garden had everything in abundance, but snow seemed reserved for the higher peeks. He couldn't wait to explore it's nature! The only thing that bothered him was the rocky ground that started to hurt his feet. It felt unusually uncomfortable, especially with how cold it was. Adam was determined to use his chance for some free exploring though! Who knows if the angels would ever let him go up there again?
Lucifer jolted awake on the conference table. Which normally would have earned him a scolding, but Sera had her back turned to him, and few of the other angels barely kept their eyes open too. He had the most awful dream just now, Adam had somehow managed to impale his tummy on a stalagmite, was now unable to get away and bleeding profusly. Oh holy father, he hoped the man hadn't crawled into a cave!
"I need a potty break!" Lucifer didn't care if it sounded silly, Adam regularly used that excuse to leave a conversation for a while, and the angels always let him. To be fair, he usually had to take a leak, unlike Lucifer right now. When he was away from watchful eyes he conjured a sphere to take a peak at what the man was doing in the garden. Luckily, Adam didn't look injured at all, and he wasn't lost inside a cave either. Unluckily he was currently exhibiting a bunch of behaviors Lucifer explicitly warned him against! He saw how Adam's head narrowly missed hitting a rock at the bottom of the waterfall. Oh, this stupid conference couldn't end soon enough!
Lucifer only returned to the garden more than two hours later, tired beyond belief, and head filled with exemplary punishments he had thought up for Adam. He wasn't sure if he could stomach actually applying them though. First things first, he had to find Adam! Easier said than done, the man wasn't at the waterfall anymore, neither around the river rapids, and not at any other actually safe spot in the garden. He had barely touched his food, and didn't react to Lucifer's shouting. Where could he have gone? Lucifer turned towards the mountains, peaks covered with pretty, glittering snow. With a deep sigh he took off in that direction.
Adam was currently resting on a large rock, knees drawn up to his chin, and his teeth chattering involuntary. His feet were hurting so badly from the cold ground, and his butt didn't feel much better after sitting for a while! He didn't want to walk through the snow anymore, it was pretty, but Adam wished he could play with it down in the valley, where it was warm. His tummy was hurting too, he should have eaten more than two peaches.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Adam perked up at hearing Lucifer's voice. Soon he was face to face with the angel, who put his warm hands on Adam's cold cheeks, clearly checking him over.
"Are you alright?" Lucifer sounded intensely worried.
"Ye-Yes?"
The hands on his cheeks suddenly started patting and slapping them repeatedly.
Lucifer snapped his fingers. A long piece of warm clothing curled around Adam's body. A scarf. A very long scarf.
"We are leaving this place. Now!"
"I don't think I can..."
"Why not?" Lucifer had no nerve for Adam to be contrary right now.
"My feet are hurting..."
"Oh really, your feetsies are hurting?" Lucifer pulled on the scarf that had wrung itself tightly across Adam's body, yanking him forward. "Serves you right!"
"Ouch, please don't! They really do hurt!"
Lucifer had to fight the urge to immediately give in and pamper Adam's injuries. Seeing the human hurt filled his angel heart with sorrow. Granted, he also felt the strong urge to lay him over his knee and give a serious spanking. Instead he scooped the much taller man up in his arms.
"Let's get you back to safety first."
"Luci?"
"Be quiet until I ask you something."
Ouch. Lucifer had never sounded so accusatory before.
"Why did you go here of all places? You knew you weren't allowed to!"
"Huh?" Adam searched his memory for anything Lucifer might have told him about the mountains. But there was nothing! "But Luci, you never told me not to go here! Never ever!"
"Sera told you!"
"Ooohhhh" Adam smiled sheepishly. "I must have forgotten that."
"Did you also forget my warnings about the waterfall? I saw you almost split your head open! And you clearly have a sunburn, so you didn't even stay out of the sun either!"
"Uhm" Adam didn't reply anything else. A wise decision. He avoided looking Lucifer in the face too, noticing that the angel was fuming. He didn't know his friend could see him even if he wasn't there! It was not fair, Adam hadn't wanted to upset Lucifer!
"See, you loved the snow so much you had to go and trudge through it, even after Sera told you not to!"
"Shut up! I didn't know what fucking frostbite was ..." Adam didn't like how the situation had changed from Lucifer getting scolded to him reminesencing about emberassing stories from Eden.
"Remember what we did after I had treated all your boo-boos?"
3 Days of Adamsapple X-MAS - Christmas Morning/Kisses/ Presents
Goes along with this picture link
It might have been a mistake to fall asleep in front of the tv. But it just had been so cozy with Lucifer on the couch, wrapped in fuzzy blankets and watching old Christmas movies for hours. The devil had even agreed to watch "Die Hard" with Adam! The man must have drifted away at some point, so Lucifer turned off all the pretty lights, and carried Adam, who was still wrapped in his blanket, up to their bedroom. Adam woke up to the feeling of the blanket getting...tighter? He drowsily opened his eyes, and looked at Lucifer's akwardly grinning face above him. The devil looked guilty, yet satisfied .
"Phew, I just finished."
"Finished? Finished wha- What is this?"
Adam had tried to sit up on his elbows, but found it was impossible. No wonder, he was tightly wrapped inside his fuzzy blanket, and on top of that someone (Lucifer who else) had tied angelic rope around the first man's body, forming a cocoon from his shoulders downwards.
"What the fuck is this?! Luci!" , Adam shouted angrily. He tried bursting through his bindings, but it was to no avail.
"Just a precaution so you won't sneak out and open your presents first thing in the morning ~" Lucifer playfully booped Adam's nose.
"I'm not a little kid! And when have I ever gotten up early if I didn't have to?"
That much was true. Adam was usually a sound sleeper, and he loved to sleep in on most days too. You could tell he was happy to be rid of his "farm life instincts" as he called them. First one to rise, and the last to lie down. That apparently took a few millenia. Although there was the odd day out when it was Adam who had to finally kick Lucifer out of bed. "It's already past 2 pm get out of the damn bed! And put some real clothes on." Bathrobes apparently didn't count as real clothes. Neither did oversized sweaters, at least not if he had spent the previous night (and the day before) wearing them.
"I dunno Adam, Christmas gifts are one hell of a temptation to get up early." Lucifer had to admit that he loved Adam's annoyed expression. Riled up yet helpless. He started softly stroking the man's cheek. Lucifer wouldn't admit it out loud, but having Adam wrapped up like that felt like getting an early Christmas gift all to himself.
"Again not a fucking kid, man. Abel's the one who gets stupidly excited about all things Christmas." Adam could count the times when he got up early for Christmas Morning on one hand. And it mostly happened so he could have a talk with jolly, old Saint Nick himself. Maybe press the old man for some spoilers about the delivered presents. Which he would NEVER open early. And that had nothing to do with Sera showing up in the morning hours and insisting that they would open the presents together, nuh uh. Plus, he could pet the flying reindeer if he caught Santa in the act. Those were cute.
"Hm, I'm still not letting you out of this." Lucifer smirked at Adam's ensuing groan. Nope, his pretty angel wasn't getting out of this until Lucifer said so. "Charlie and Anni are coming over at eleven, so we sleep in till... let's say ten, and then prepare lunch together! Does that sound like a plan?" Lucifer had whispered the last part into Adam's ear, and started peppering his cheek and neck with kisses afterwards.
"Lucifer?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Stop it. I'm not in the mood." Lucifer stopped abruptly, an expression of confusion on his face.
"You... You're not? Really?"
"No, this is stupid. Let me sleep."
"Uh, okay. Good night?" Maybe the rope had been too much? Adam had reacted kinda iffy towards bondage in the past. Lucifer had thought it would make for a funny, little prank... Or maybe Adam was annoyed about Lucifer having a shedule for the next day? Maybe it reminded him of Heaven and the restrictions there? Or...
Adam noticed that he had not only dampened the mood, but also sent Lucifer's thoughts racing. And once that happened they could go to some really dark places. That wouldn't do. He wouldn't pretend to be happy about being strung up, but his next words were more cheery and a little mischievous "If I get wing cramps from this...", he tried wriggling around "This construction. I'm gonna fucking bite you, Luci"
That snapped the devil out of his thoughts. "Oh, will you?!"
"Yeah, I'll bite you in the ass. Literally." Adam playfully chomped down in Lucifer's general direction. The devil pulled his tail out of reach, just to be safe.
"Good night, Adam."
"Good night, Luci."
Despite his assurances to the contrary Adam was up before dawn on Christmas Day. He had managed to get out of his bindings after all! Good thing he had prepared for that sort of thing in Heaven, reading up and taking classes with several escape artists. You know, just in case he ever banged some crazy guy or chick who'd pull the same stunt as Lucifer had with him. Not that any of those assholes ever used angelic rope though. It had been quite a pickle with Luci's preparations. Adam stuck out his tongue towards Lucifer's softly sleeping form. And then he was sneaking off, as quietly as possible. Perhaps he could still catch Santa?
Lucifer woke from a tumultous dream when it was just before seven. So much for sleeping in! What had he dreamed again? Something about himself sinking into an icy ocean, while Adam, Charlie and Anni were rowing away in a lifeboat. They had Santa's bag of presents with them. It was completely stupid, but Lucifer's heart was still beating too fast for his taste. He turned towards Adam, looking for comfort... and found an empty spot on the bed, only the man's blanket and the angelic rope were left behind.
"Oh, that little..."
Sadly, it turned out Santa had long finished delivering their presents when Adam reached the dark living room. Well, there was always next year. The space beneath their tree had been nicely filled, there was quite a large amount of packages. Adam grinned, maybe he should open up some of them after all? He spotted some temptingly, obvious shapes among the larger presents. Yeah, yeah, he had assured Lucifer he was above that kind of stuff. But that little gremlin kinda deserved Adam having fun without him, after what he'd pulled the previous night. And so did Sera for spoiling his (and honestly a lot of other people's) fun for all these years. Too bad Sera, you can't enforce your shitty present opening rules in Hell!
"Is that what not getting up early looks like?"
Somehow these annoying Seraphim always managed to sneak up on Adam when he least expected it. Apparently Christmas made no exception to that rule.
Lucifer didn't even let him come up with a (fake) excuse for him being out and about, before he teleported Adam back to their bed, and promptly tied him up again. Apparently he was really insistent about that sleeping in thing. Adam should have kept his mouth shut, and not told him that he wasn't tired at all anymore. But he just had to be contrary, didn't he? And now the devil wouldn't stop tickling him.
"Luhuhuci! Stohohop plehahaseee!"
Lucifer paused his fingers for a moment, which was a relief, since they had been digging into Adam's ribcage for the last few minutes. He didn't stop his tail tip from dragging over Adam's feet though.
"I don't think I will. We're sleeping in till ten, and since you're not sleepy at all I'll simply have to tire you out."
Adam shook his head "Plehease dohon't."
The smile Lucifer gave him was both sweet and devilish. Oh, he was thrilled with this turn of events. "Well, you can either fall asleep soon, or I'll just have to keep this up for the next few hours. Your decision, Adam."
Lucifer had been gifted a tool that could shape tiny ducks out of snow. It was wonderful! Sure, he could create them himself by hand or with magic, but it was a nice novelty regardless! Maybe he could even get Adam to help him create his snow duck family, while Lucifer shaped a bigger duck parent! He searched in his drawers clothing for cold weather, and then used his angel magic to make snow appear outside the house. The Pride Ring wasn't really abundant with soft winter days
"Adam, come outside! I made some snowy weather for us!"
He heard the other angel grumble from the living room. Adam had been playing some Hack n slay video game since yesterday. Lucifer would have been annoyed with his partner being so preoccupied, but Adam had been completely out of it for most of Christmas Day, and it was all Lucifer's fault. Turns out being tickled for two hours straight can tire a man out for a long time. Especially if it's done by a little devil who thinks his angel partner doesn't deserve any mercy. Adam had even missed opening presents with Charlie and her girlfriend. Lucifer knew Adam and the girls still had a somewhat rocky relationship, but they had been nice enough to ask what was keeping him. A few hours later.
"Oh, I tired him out pretty badly this morning. He's still catching some Zs he missed ."
Oh, he said something that sounded wrong again, he could see it on their faces. Did he just imply something disgusting?
" No, not like that! We just had a lil fight in bed!"
"..."
"Ah, what I meant was..."
"Keep digging your grave, Lucifer."
There he was! Adam came down to the living room, still wearing PJs and rubbing sand from eyes.
"A tickle fight! We just had a tickle fight! Tell them, Adam!"
"Oh, did we?"
He sounded so grumpy that Lucifer knew he couldn't expect support from him. Adam for his part wouldn't call getting tied with angelic rope and then being worked over by Lucifer a fight. So he shot the girls a dirty grin, made some very obvious gestures with his fingers, and mouthed "Sex" in their direction. Oh, joy to the world...
Despite everything Adam was getting dressed to go out into the snow with Lucifer. Maybe they could do something cool? Like have a no holds snowball fight? Heaven was unfortunately full of weenies who couldn't take or dish out a good snowball battle. And whenever they had held a cool, ruthless fight, it had always ended in a scolding by the Seraphim. Who cared if Lute broke one little stained glass window (and Adam broke four more)? But Lucifer could take a few snowballs, right? Plus, Adam wasn't afraid of the devil firing back at him either! And then they could built a crazy ramp and sleigh it down!
As it turned out, Lucifer had already filled the yard with dozens of tiny snow ducks. Adam was careful not to trample the silly things while moving towards the devil. Lucifer was currently using some yellow plastic tool that helped shape them.
"Lottsa snow ducks."
"More to come, hehehe "
"Are we gonna throw them at each other at some point?"
Adam wondered how the things would fly. Would they break apart before they hit their target? But Lucifer gave him an aghast look, clearly not in the mood for a snowballduck fight.
"Why would we ever do that?"
"Because it's fucking funny?! Because you can instantly make new ones?!"
Lucifer stood up and took a protective stance in front of his creations.
"We are not throwing the ducklings around! I haven't even named them all yet!"
For a moment Adam considered pushing Lucifer so the devil would land ass first in a pile of his precious ducks. That would be funny too. So would tackling him, and rolling around in the snow, hopefully squashing a bunch of them. But he didn't. Adam had an idea that was a little more devious. So he crouched down and carefully picked up a duckling, while Lucifer eyed him warily.
"They look neat."
"Don't they? They are so very cute, and the description on the toolbox said you can use other materials too. Like sand, or cooked rice..."
That was the perfect cue. "I usually prefer my ducks roasted, but this is nice too!" Adam put the thing to his mouth and chomped down on it's little duck head. He made a big show of chewing the snow like it was a delicious treat. Luckily it had been created from Lucifer's magic, otherwise Adam wouldn't have dared to put anything from Hell's streets near his mouth, no matter how clean it looked. The devil had the most hilarious expression on his face. Caught by surprise and completely devastated. He wouldn't have dreamt of Adam doing that!
"Why...Why would you do that?" ,he mumbled weakly.
Adam's smile was unberably smug. "Delicious!" To add insult to injury the angel grabbed another snow duck and proceeded to eat that one too. And then another. Lucifer felt tears coming up. He couldn't cry, not in front of Adam! Not because the first man would judge him for that (although he sometimes did that with other people than Lucifer), but because he would find those tears funny. Adam loved teasing as much as Lucifer did.
"You can stop now!"
"I will once it stops being funny!" Adam laughed obnoxiously, but he didn't pick up another duck. He wasn't that much into eating snow. He also feared Lucifer throwing a fit and rather melting his creations himself than watch Adam eat them. He walked off still laughing, kicking some (non ducky) snow piles.
Lucifer was in the mood for payback now. And what better way to do that than with some suspicious yellow snow? Adam wanted some snowy snacks? He could have that!
"Ooohhhh Adam, I've got something for you~"
Adam had been busy checking out the larger snow piles. He feared Lucifer would have to create a little more if they wanted to make a nice sleighing ramp. Nice by Adam's standards. Which meant deadly for any normal Hellborn. The first man turned towards Lucifer, who was keeping his hands behind his back. Highly suspicious. Maybe a snowball would be thrown at Adam's face after all?
"Well, what is it shortie?"
Lucifer stretched out his hands in front of him. He was holding another duck. By the looks of it his one wasn't made clean, white snow though.
"A special duck for you, since you developed a taste for them. It's lemon flavored."
Ohohoho, this was how he wanted to play? Lucifer needed to step up his prank game then. Not make it so obvious. Even Abel was better at doing wintery pranks than the devil! Adam remembered when his kid had peed "SANTA RULEZ" into the snow in front of several of Heaven's churches. Sure, the mesage made him roll his eyes, but goodspeed kiddo!
Lucifer had a dangerous glint in his eyes, telling Adam that this "lemon" duck would fly towards him after all, if he dared not taking it.
"Oh, how very sweet of you, darling~"
Adam gingerly took the tainted duck from Lucifer's hands. The devil honestly never expected to get that far, he'd thought Adam would run or refuse him...
"Here have taste too!"
Adam smashed the snow duck right into Lucifer's surprised face, and made a point of rubbing it all over his eyes and mouth area. He couldn't believe he fell for that! Hilarious!
"Ahahahaha! Fucking got you! Ahahaha!"
Lucifer let him laugh. The snow melted from his glowing hot face all by itself. Adam would never learn, would he?
The first man was still giggling about his stupid actions when Lucifer's magic hit him on the chest, throwing him backwards. Adam slammed to the ground, and felt his body and limbs getting incased in ice. When Lucifer was finished Adam looked like he was stuck in an ice cube, with only his head, hands and feet sticking out. A star shaped ice cube to be exact.
"The Fuck!"
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..." Now it was on Lucifer to put on a satisfied face.
"Haha, very funny! Let me out, asshole!'
The devil did no such thing, instead he blew a load of (thankfully fresh) powdery snow right into Adam's face. Then he had the gall to turn away and leave for the door.
"Lucifer, let me out! Hey you bitch, I'm talking to you!"
Adam's tone got more pleading the closer Lucifer got to the door.
"Come on, Luci! Don't leave me like this..."
Without a word Lucifer slammed the door shut.
Okay, maybe he had overdone it by leaving Adam outside like this. But Lucifer knew the archangel could take a (somewhat) harmless prank. He still prepared Adam's favorite lasagna as an apolgy. Sadly he didn't have a duck shaped dish for that. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, Lucifer missed the right timing to take the food out of the oven, and it came out burned. Crap. Maybe he could still bake an apology cake? But what kind of cake? Lucifer was lost in his little world of recipes and apology food for quite a while after that.
Luckily for Adam Charlie had forgotten her purse at her father's house the day before, and she came by to fetch it. It was her and Vaggi who helped him to get out of the pile of ice and snow he was still stuck in hours later. Now Adam lay on the couch, shivering under a pile of warm blankets, and Lucifer was drawing him a hot bath. While Charlie angrily lectured him about how a snowed in driveway wasn't the beach. And that it would also be mean to bury your partner on the beach and forget about them too.
Next time when Adam ruined his fun he would just delete one of the angel's safe files
Adam groaned as a little body jumped up and down on the bed squealing happily.
Avery: Mommy! Daddy! Krampus came!
She was jumping around so excited, Adam smiled at his daughter sleepily and Lucifer lifted his eye mask to look at her.
Lucifer: Sweetie, it's not even sunlight.
It was very early in the morning, maybe seven am and their little four year old had woken up bright and early on the holiday.
Avery: But it's Sinsmas morning daddy!! Get up!
She jumped on him and Lucifer groaned, it didn't hurt the devil but he still wasn't expecting it.
Lucifer: Okay! Okay, go wake up Charlie and Vanny we'll meet you girls downstairs.
Avery nodded squealing happily out of the room and down the hall to her sister's room.
Adam: Let's get going.
Lucifer nodded and they pulled on their housecoats, slippers and tried their best to wake up a bit but it's not until they make it to the kitchen for some much needed coffee that they perk up.
Going into the living room Charlie and Vaggie looked tired but awake as they sat down with the youngest Morningstar.
Adam: Okay, do you want breakfast first or presents?
Avery: Presents!
Adam chuckled, he had a feeling that would be her answer.
Lucifer: Charlie dear, you want to pass them out?
Charlie smiled: Sure dad.
As they got going, Lucifer shot some fire into the fireplace to keep his family warm. They would go to the hotel for dinner with everyone else later tonight but Sinsmas morning was just for them.
Adam grabbed a little bag and handed it to Lucifer, when the King opened it he thought he was going to burst into tears.
Lucifer: Really? We're having a baby?
Adam: We are.
The girls were so happy for them, the King and Queen of Hell shared a kiss and maybe a few more to celebrate the coming of their future baby.
Avery came over after all the gifts were opened, she rubbed her eyes and lifted her arms up for her mama to pick her up. Adam scooped her up and she snuggled in sucking her thumb and closing her eyes.
It was definitely too early.
Avery: Merry Sinsmas Mama and Daddy.......
Adam smiled and kissed her hair: Merry Sinsmas sweetie.
Lucifer was fluttering happily around the hotel to help Charlie decorate for the holidays, this was going to be the first one they've had at the hotel.
And the first one that Adam will be here, he was a little grumpy about not being up in Heaven for Christmas but at least he got to see his son the other day, so he's settled down a bit.
He was also helping put up some decorations but the ones that were a little too high for anyone else to reach and too low to be worth busting out the wings.
Lucifer smiled as he landed and looked at his handy work, it was really looking good in here.
Adam groaned coming over: Are we done yet?
Lucifer: Yes I think so. Good job.
They sat down on the couch and just chatted for a while, mainly about the holidays and how fast they were coming up.
When something poked Adam in the eye.
Adam: Ow! The fuck?
They both looked and flushed when they noticed it was mistletoe on a string.
Nifty was hanging from the rafters giggling: Now you gotta kiss.~
Both Adam and Lucifer looked at each other for a moment, a quick peck on the lips wouldn't kill them. They could do this and get it over with.
So, they leaned in and quickly pressed their lips together. And it was like they were hit by lightning. They looked at each other after the initial kiss and dove in more.
The kiss got so heated that Adam pulled the devil onto his lap and Lucifer held onto him so tight as they kissed and their tongues wrestled each other and soon found a smooth rhythm where the kiss was more calm, the taste of peppermint hot chocolate and warm apple pie mixed together as they made out.
It was only at the sound of a clearing of a throat that they pulled away, a large string of saliva connecting their mouths. Both the King and First Man were a little embarrassed to have an audience looking at them with mixed amused, turned on, and disgusted looks.
Lucifer: ...... We'll go.
Adam: Yeah.
They poofed away to Lucifer's bedroom where they could keep going without prying eyes to interrupt them.
hey everyone! i know i’m early, but i’m not sure if i’ll be able to get all three parts written in time. i’m doing my best! for now, here’s the first part of my three days of adamsapple christmas!
day 1: eggnog / mistletoe / snow!
this is an omegaverse mini-au—a threesome version~
pilot lucifer x adam x samuel (canon lucifer!)
because adam deserves both lucifers!
Adam let out a soft, absentminded whistle, his fingers tightening around the worn handle of the trolley as he strolled down the aisle. He didn’t need a list. He didn’t need to double-check his phone or reread old messages. He already knew. Adam always knew. He carried their needs the way one carried muscle memory, effortless, instinctive, etched into him by years of repetition. He had done their shopping most years… no, every year, ever since they’d met. Candy canes, chocolates wrapped in festive foil, buttery biscuits, apple juice, soup, comforts both simple and sacred. He gathered them like quiet promises, one by one.
A gentle hum slipped from his lips as he wandered the Christmas aisle again, emerald eyes scanning the shelves to make sure he hadn’t missed any of their usual staples. The world felt soft here, warm with twinkling lights and cinnamon-scented air, until his phone chimed.
Adam stopped.
He blinked, momentarily startled, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. His brows lifted as he read the message glowing on the screen. That was… odd. Sammy never asked for anything extra, never had, not in all the years Adam had done this. Normally, he bought enough for just Sammy, carefully measured and thoughtfully planned, but now, double the usual amount, and baking ingredients on top of it. Sugar, milk, eggs, peppermint extract…
Oh.
Oh dear.
That could only mean one thing. They didn’t bake this close to their Heats. It was too risky, too overwhelming. Which meant something was wrong, quietly, terribly wrong. Adam swallowed, unease settling low in his chest. He sent back a simple thumbs-up emoji, fingers lingering on the screen a second longer than necessary, before slipping the phone away and resuming his shopping.
He did this every year for Sammy, he used to do it for both Morningstar’s, back when there were two of them. Now it was just Sammy, the thought tugged at him, bittersweet and familiar. Did this mean Lucifer was home? Adam hadn’t seen the older Morningstar omega in a long time. He shrugged it off, pushing the trolley forward, hoping to get this done quickly.
If Lucifer was back and baking, then he was almost certainly in a foul mood. Adam really didn’t want to be anywhere near that, the idea dimmed his spirits more than he liked to admit. Usually, it was just him and Sammy, quiet hours together, laughter and gentle reassurance before Adam headed home, making sure Sammy was ready and safe for his Heat. The thought of sharing that space again… of navigating Lucifer’s sharp edges and old wounds… it soured the sweetness of the day.
They had once been inseparable, the three of them, childhood stitched together with shared secrets and scraped knees. One by one, they’d all presented, then Lucifer fell in love with an Alpha, and somewhere along the way, he decided he no longer needed Adam, or even his own twin. It had left just Adam and Sammy, and, selfish as it might have been, Adam had grown to cherish that.
After paying, he loaded the bags into his car and set off toward Samuel’s house, the route as familiar to him as his own heartbeat. He tilted his head slightly, glancing up through the windshield at the heavy, clouded sky, snow, maybe. His chest tightened just a bit. He made a mental note to hurry, driving home in snowfall was never pleasant. He’d done it before, plenty of times, but it always left him tense, hands gripping the wheel a little too tight.
Still, he drove on, because that’s what Adam did. He always showed up, even when something felt off, even when love came tangled with quiet sadness.
The house was the same, unchanged, as if time itself had learned to tread gently around it. Small and charming, it sat at the end of a long, winding road, tucked away beneath thick trees that glittered with frost in the winter light. Adam smiled despite himself, memories stirring warmly in his chest. He could almost hear them again, three children laughing, racing through the forest, breathless and fearless, before everything grew complicated. Before they presented. Before Adam was left behind.
It was strange, really. Samuel and Lucifer had both presented as omegas, just as everyone had expected, and Adam… hadn’t. Not omega, not beta, not alpha…nothing at all. Something so rare it barely had a name. Sera, his adopted mother, had taken him to countless doctors before finally pulling him close and telling him that he was fine just the way he was. That not everyone would understand, not everyone would accept him, but she did, and that was enough.
His friends still loved him. Samuel was still his best friend, and Lucifer… Adam liked to think Lucifer still was too, but he didn’t know anymore. The distance had begun the moment Lucifer met Lilith Leonheart. He stopped nesting with Sammy, stopped showing up, stopped answering. Adam had seen the way it hurt Samuel, deeply, quietly. He wondered now what could have brought Lucifer back.
The Morningstars were a large family, too many children to count, warm, affectionate, endlessly welcoming. They had loved Adam as if he were one of their own. One by one, the siblings had drifted away, lives pulling them elsewhere, until only Samuel remained, caring for their aging parents until the very end. The others hadn’t wanted the house and Samuel had kept it. A close-knit family of omegas, bound by love and shared understanding, Adam had never expected there to be fractures among them.
…and yet.
Lucifer had been the exception, Uriel and Gabriel still visited, Michael called faithfully every week. Lucifer, though… had gone radio silent, completely. The thought made Adam’s chest ache, it was too strange and too unsettling.
He shut off the engine and sat there for a long moment, staring at the familiar shape of the house. For just a second, he could see them again, children darting through the garden, laughter echoing off the trees. He had fit in so easily with the Morningstars once, everyone had assumed he’d present as an omega too, especially since he’d always joined their omega piles, always seemed to release something soothing and comforting of his own. A foolish little hope still lingered that maybe, just maybe, it could still happen.
Near thirty, though, it was unlikely.
With a quiet sigh, Adam pushed open the door and stepped out into the cold. He glanced over the beautifully kept grounds, another Morningstar hallmark, they were wealthy, very wealthy. Adam had once tried to keep pace with their legacy, but it had been too much. Samuel, instead, had carved his own success, running a toy shop that brought joy to the children of their town. Adam worked at the local florist, he liked it that way.
He bent to gather the brown shopping bags, grunting as he tried to lift more than usual. The weight nearly sent him stumbling backward, until another pair of arms caught the bags.
“Thank you, Adam, for getting all of this.”
Samuel’s voice was soft and bright. He struggled slightly under the weight but smiled anyway, a radiant, genuine smile. Samuel Morningstar was beautiful in a gentle, delicate way. Short and sweet, just reaching Adam’s shoulder now. Once, they’d all been the same height, Adam had simply grown taller.
Samuel’s fluffy blond hair framed his cherry-pink face, cheeks flushed from the cold, lips plump and soft. His blue eyes were pretty, but glassy, distant at the edges. Adam recognized the signs instantly, his heat was close, days away, like clockwork, it always came over Christmas.
It had never been easy for Samuel. When he was younger, he’d cried, furious that his Heat stole joy from the season. No matter how many years passed, it never changed and Adam had always helped where he could, errands, late-night calls, small comforts. Their tradition was sacred: the first day after Samuel entered lock-in, they spent together. Once, it had been all three of them. Adam had helped build nests, curled into piles, shared warmth and safety.
Lucifer had walked away from that, but Adam never walked away from Samuel.
“It’s no problem,” Adam said gently, reaching for the remaining bags. He winced under the weight, smiling anyway, but then he caught the scent immediately, anxious, distressed pheromones curling faintly in the air.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, releasing his own comforting presence. Not true pheromones, but close enough.
Samuel relaxed, a soft purr rumbling from his chest. “Yeah. I’m okay. It’s just…”
He glanced back at the house and shook his head. “I’m sure you’ve figured it out…Lucifer’s home.”
“Ah,” Adam murmured, peering at the house. “I thought so.”
He hesitated. “Maybe I should just drop these off and head home.”
“What? No!” Samuel gasped, a distressed whine slipping free as panic bloomed again. “Addie, don’t leave. It’s okay, really.”
Adam bit his lip. It wasn’t resentment that held him back. Just uncertainty, too many years, too many silences.
“Please,” Samuel whispered. “We always spend today together.”
“…Okay.”
Samuel brightened instantly, relief flooding his features. Adam knew if his hands were free, Samuel would already be clutching his sleeve, tugging him toward the house. The thought made Adam snort softly, amused by the familiar look of frustration on his friend’s face.
“It’s cold,” Samuel declared firmly. “Let’s go inside.”
Adam only nodded, smiling. Samuel shot him a look, half-warning, half-hopeful, then turned and led the way home.
Stepping inside the house felt exactly the same, and somehow entirely new. The moment the door closed behind them, Adam was wrapped in the Morningstar scent: sweet and minty, rich and delicious, like peppermint and marzipan woven together. It was overwhelming in the best way, familiar enough to make his chest ache, and yet, like every year at this time, it felt magical. Fresh. Alive.
Christmas lights blinked softly along the walls, casting colourful reflections over carefully hung decorations. At the end of the hallway stood the first of many Christmas trees, already dressed to perfection. Adam bit back a giggle. No matter how old he got, this place always turned him into a kid again, every year, Samuel somehow managed to outdo himself.
“You like it?” Samuel hummed, using his foot to nudge the door shut behind them. “I went with blue and red this year.”
“Got bored of the purple and gold?” Adam teased, tilting his head.
“Got bored of a lot of things,” Samuel admitted quietly.
Adam’s brows lifted, he almost asked what he meant, but then a different scent drifted through the air.
Adam paused mid-step. He inhaled slowly, then grimaced. The sweetness was pushed aside by something sharp and bitter, thick enough to cling to the back of his throat. His nose wrinkled and a low, unsettled sound slipped from him.
Samuel looked down, shoulders drawing in as he gave a small, sheepish shrug. “Lucifer’s home.”
Yes. That would be Lucifer.
Adam swallowed, he didn’t remember Lucifer’s pheromones ever smelling like this, so unpleasant, so harsh. Samuel looked almost embarrassed by it, but for an omega to be releasing something this pungent, this uncontrolled… it meant only one thing.
“Is he… alright?” Adam asked softly.
“No,” Samuel admitted, shuffling his feet. “Um. Come see him.”
“Huh?” Adam blinked, startled. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Omegas, if they’re, well, hurt or upset usually don’t want outsiders in their space.”
Samuel paused and gave him a strange look. “You’re not an outsider.”
Adam glanced away, because… wasn’t he? He hadn’t been close to Lucifer in years. Lucifer hadn’t scented him, hadn’t claimed him as part of his pack, or his nest, in a very long time. Adam probably only smelled safe because of Samuel. Samuel was the only omega who still let him close, who let him near his nest, who trusted him enough to touch it at all.
It felt strange to be this near another omega again, unsettling.
“Don’t be silly,” Samuel said stubbornly, already gesturing for Adam to follow.
Adam wanted to argue, his skin prickled as he shuffled after him, the bitter scent growing stronger with every step. It smelled burnt, scorched, almost. For a brief, absurd moment, Adam wondered if Lucifer had actually burned whatever he was baking.
“Luci,” Samuel called as they entered the kitchen. “Adam’s here.”
Adam’s nose twitched hard, he inhaled sharply, eyes watering as he tried, and failed, to ignore the oppressive scent filling the room. He stepped inside… and stopped short, the sight before him stole his breath.
He hadn’t seen anything like this in years, not since they were young, when he’d once walked in on Lucifer having a full meltdown over a ruined cake for a school project. But this was worse. So much worse.
Sugar coated the walls and ceiling in a fine white dust. Icing pooled on the floor in sticky puddles. Bowls cluttered every inch of the counter, and the omega at the centre of the chaos looked absolutely wrecked.
Lucifer was covered in eggs, flour, and something pink smeared across his face. His blue, frilly, heart-patterned apron was caked in white and yellow. His sweater was stained red, chocolate dripped down his pant legs. The table was littered with the remains of cookies, macarons, pastries, burnt, raw, misshapen, all at once. Adam couldn’t even begin to understand how that was possible.
“Great! You brought more ingredients, right?”
Lucifer’s voice was high and cracked. Adam blinked rapidly, something was very wrong. Lucifer’s eyes were unfocused, pupils blown wide, movements jittery. He barely seemed present.
“Uh,” Adam started, but Lucifer rushed past him, snatching the brown bag from his hands.
“Great! Great!” Lucifer cried, voice breaking as he dug through it. “I can make the cake now! And try the macarons again!”
Samuel sighed softly, guilt and apology written all over his face as he glanced at Adam. Then he turned to unpack the rest of the bags, quietly sorting through the supplies they would need for the coming Heat.
Adam just stood there, heart sinking, sweetness fading into something heavy and sad.
“Um… are you alright?” Adam asked awkwardly, unsure whether he should step closer or keep his distance.
Lucifer barely seemed to hear him. He yanked items from the bag and dropped them onto the counter with sharp, careless thuds, movements too fast, too aggressive.
“Lucifer.”
Samuel raised his voice just enough to cut through the frenzy. Lucifer stilled, hands hovering mid-air, and glanced at his twin. His gaze slid to Adam then, as if he were only just noticing him standing there.
“Luci,” Samuel said again, gently this time, placing a handout toward him. “Addie’s here.”
Adam lifted his hand in a sheepish wave.
Lucifer stared for a moment longer than necessary, then nodded vaguely.
“Right! Right, Addie!” he burst out, voice tight and oddly strained. “Addie! It’s great to see you! Been a long time! How are you?!”
“Uh…I am…okay?” Adam replied carefully.
Lucifer had already turned away, rummaging through the ingredients again, lining up eggs, milk, sugar, hands never slowing.
“Are you alright?” Adam tried once more, stepping forward, then hesitating and stepping back.
“Huh? Oh!” Lucifer gave a careless shrug without looking at him. “I’m fine, fine, fine, just dandy!”
Samuel frowned and drifted back to Adam’s side, his expression troubled. He gave Adam a small shake of his head, a quiet warning, or maybe a plea.
Adam blinked, unsettled, he’d never seen Lucifer like this. Reckless and bold, sure, loud, dramatic, impulsive, absolutely. Lucifer was the kind of omega who charged headfirst into whatever he wanted and somehow always got it. Samuel had always been the quieter one, softer around the edges, and Adam… well. Adam had always hovered on the sidelines, awkward and observant, a wallflower by nature.
Adam watched Lucifer from a cautious distance, eyes following him as he tore through the new ingredients. Suddenly, Lucifer’s expression pinched, tight and wrong, like something inside him had twisted. Adam’s brows lifted, but he let it go. It had been years. People changed. Time softened some things and sharpened others. Lucifer wasn’t the same omega he remembered, and that had to be okay. Strange, yes, unsettling, definitely, but unavoidable.
“Anyway…” Samuel cleared his throat softly, sheepish, reaching for Adam’s arm and giving it a small tug to pull him back into the moment. “I’m due to go into Heat tomorrow. Would you make me your eggnog again? You know, like you always do?”
Adam’s face warmed instantly, a gentle smile curving his lips. “Duh, it’s tradition by now.”
Samuel beamed, blue eyes brightening with visible relief, happiness spilling through him like light. It was tradition. Eggnog had become their quiet ritual, the first thing Adam made for Samuel after Lucifer left, back when the house had felt too empty and Samuel had been barely holding himself together. Adam’s adopted family always had eggnog at Christmas, so he’d made it the night before Samuel’s first Heat alone, when pre-heat anxiety had curled tight in his chest. It had helped. It had soothed. It had mattered.
That first Heat without Lucifer had been brutal. Adam still felt a small, private pride knowing he’d helped, even if all he’d given was a family recipe and his presence.
“I’ll always make it for you,” Adam said warmly.
His gaze flicked back to the chaos unfolding in the kitchen. He bit the inside of his cheek, watching Lucifer leave destruction in his wake.
“Though… I’m not sure how I can when…”
Samuel followed his gaze, his cherry lips dipping into a small frown.
“He’ll wear himself out,” he said softly. “He always does.”
“How long has he been…?” Adam tilted his head.
“Since five this morning,” Samuel admitted, worry threading his voice. “He’s burned practically everything.”
“That’s… unlike him,” Adam said carefully.
Because it was, Lucifer loved baking. He always had, it was his comfort, his outlet, something he was good at. To see him like this, frantic and failing so completely, felt wrong in a way Adam couldn’t quite put into words.
“Oh. Oh no.”
Lucifer’s voice cracked suddenly. His entire body went rigid, shoulders hunching in on themselves.
“No, no, no, no, no.”
Samuel’s eyes widened as he rushed toward his twin. “Luci? What’s wrong?”
Lucifer shook his head violently, turning toward them, eyes glossy and wild. “No, no, Addie, you got the wrong thing.”
“I did?” Adam blinked, startled, especially when Lucifer looked moments away from breaking apart.
Samuel reached him in an instant, slipping an arm around Lucifer’s shaking shoulders and pulling him close. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m sure Addie didn’t mean to.”
“But - but I can’t make my…” Lucifer’s breath hitched as sobs tore free, his body folding into Samuel’s. “I can’t do it, I can’t do anything right. Why? Why is it always burnt? What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing,” Samuel whispered firmly, releasing soothing omega pheromones, wrapping his twin in comfort and warmth. “There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s okay.”
Adam stood there, heart aching, watching sweetness crumble into something fragile and painful, realizing just how badly Lucifer was hurting.
Lucifer struggled for air, breath coming in broken, frantic pulls. His heart-shaped face flushed red, then blotchy, then an alarming shade of purple. His blue eyes were glassy and unfocused, rims burned raw and angry with tears. He wheezed, gasped, cried hard enough that his whole body shook.
Adam opened his mouth, then closed it again. He took a hesitant step forward, lifting a hand as if he might reach out, then stopped. He wished he knew how to comfort Lucifer the way Samuel did. Samuel’s pheromones filled the space, warm and soothing, wrapping around Lucifer like a cocoon. Lucifer reacted immediately, folding deeper into his twin’s embrace, fingers clutching desperately at the soft knit of Samuel’s sweater as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded.
Samuel rubbed slow, steady circles into Lucifer’s back, his other hand rising to cradle the back of his twin’s head.
“It’s okay,” Samuel murmured, voice low and calming. “Come on, let’s run you a bath. You should change, too. You’ve been wearing the same clothes since you got here last night.”
“I-I don’t have any clothes,” Lucifer hiccupped, shoulders sagging as he pressed his face into Samuel’s neck.
“We’re twins, Luci,” Samuel said gently, already guiding him away from the kitchen. “We shared clothes all the time growing up, mine will still fit you just fine.”
Adam hurried to step out of the way as they passed. Samuel glanced at him, eyes apologetic, before carefully steering Lucifer through the doorway. Adam stood frozen, words tangled in his throat. He should apologize, shouldn’t he? But for what? He’d bought what he always did. Samuel hadn’t asked for anything different. Nothing special, nothing wrong.
“I’ll be back,” Samuel said over his shoulder. “Please don’t leave.”
Adam swallowed and nodded slowly. “I-I won’t. I promise.”
Relief softened Samuel’s expression. He gave a small nod before leading Lucifer down the hallway, warm with Christmas lights and quiet nostalgia…Adam watched until the twin omegas disappeared from sight. Only then did he draw in a shaky breath, his chest aching as if something fragile inside him had cracked and he turned back to the kitchen.
The mess hit him all over again.
A bowl lay shattered on the floor; Lucifer must have dropped it when he realized. Batter was splattered across the tiles, smeared and sticky, almost like a stain. The air still carried that bitter edge beneath the sweetness.
Adam dragged a hand through his unruly brown hair, fingers catching in knots as he clicked his tongue softly.
Well. If nothing else, he could help somehow.
He’d clean up, wash the dishes. Restore a little order to the chaos, and then… he’d make the eggnog, his family’s recipe. The one that always soothed Samuel.
Maybe, just maybe, it could comfort Lucifer, too.
He hoped Lucifer will be alright…
~#~
Adam hummed to himself as he stretched, rolling his shoulders and arching his back until his spine cracked and popped, the pleasant ache blooming through his bones like a slow, well-earned sigh. He smiled when the air filled his lungs, sweet vanilla, warm nutmeg, rich cinnamon, and beneath it all, the unmistakable scent of apple cider. His secret ingredient, not-so-secret, really. Samuel adored it far too much for it to stay hidden.
Adam’s family had always woven apples into their Christmas traditions: baked into pies, simmered into sauces, tucked lovingly into every cozy dish they made. Their eggnog was no exception, finished with a soft caramel drizzle and thin, delicate slices of apple floating on top like little golden crescents. When Adam had handed Samuel a mug, just after Lucifer had left, Samuel had flushed pink and smiled so shyly it had made Adam’s chest ache. The drink had warmed him, soothed him, eased something tight and trembling inside his ribs, the pheromones Samuel released afterward had been gentle and nostalgic, sweetly spiced, like a memory of safety.
Adam beamed as he carefully filled three mugs, pouring with slow, deliberate care. He left a generous jug on the counter, one for Samuel, and hopefully for Lucifer too, if he felt up to it, something to sip during their Heats, Adam wiped his brow and shifted his weight, glancing toward the kitchen doorway. The house had gone quiet a while ago, too quiet. Lucifer’s broken sobs had faded down the hallway, swallowed by thick walls and distance, and Samuel still hadn’t returned.
Adam dragged his hands down his thick thighs, unease coiling in his stomach. He hoped, desperately, that everything was okay. He’d never seen Lucifer fall apart like that before. Never seen him break. It scared him. Whatever had happened had clearly cut deep. Lucifer hadn’t kept in touch much after leaving, but from the few messages Adam had received, he’d sounded happy. Fulfilled. He’d built a life with Lilith, the Alpha he’d met in college, or so Adam had thought.
“Addie?”
Samuel’s voice, soft, warm, sweet, pulled Adam from his spiraling thoughts. The smaller blond Omega stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed a pretty cherry red, leaning lightly against the frame. He looked tired. Worn thin, but he smiled.
“You’re still here?” Samuel asked quietly. “I was scared you’d left.”
“I promised I’d stay,” Adam said gently.
Samuel’s shoulders relaxed, just a little. He looked exhausted, far more than he should, even with his approaching Heat, carrying the weight of his twin’s heartbreak had to be taking its toll.
“I know,” Samuel murmured, eyes lowering. “I was just… scared anyway.”
He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked toward Adam. Adam opened his arms without thinking, he could already feel it, the need rolling off Samuel in soft waves, and just like always, Samuel went straight into his embrace.
It felt right. It always did. Adam had hugged both Samuel and Lucifer constantly when they were younger. Cuddle piles on the couch, on the floor, anywhere they fit. Whenever either twin needed comfort, they came to him. Lucifer had stopped once he left to be with Lilith, but Samuel never had. If anything, he’d grown clingier, needier, as if Adam had to make up for every hug Lucifer would’ve given if he were still there.
“You, okay?” Adam murmured, pressing his face into Samuel’s soft, cloudlike golden hair.
“Mmm,” Samuel purred, eyes slipping shut as he nestled closer. “Just tired.”
Adam hummed, then leaned back slightly to look at him. Samuel’s face was flushed, his cheeks warmer than usual.
“Sammy… I think you’re slipping into pre-heat already,” Adam said, worry threading his voice. “I should probably go.”
“No,” Samuel whined softly, arms tightening around Adam’s waist. “Not yet, I’m not.”
Adam wanted to argue, but the look Samuel gave him, wide-eyed and pleading, melted his resolve instantly.
“Alright,” Adam sighed. “But I really do have to leave by eight. They’re saying there’s a dangerous blizzard tonight, like the one when we were kids.”
Samuel laughed, finally pulling back. Adam tried not to pout at the sudden loss of warmth.
“I remember,” Samuel said dreamily. “It was beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” Adam scoffed, folding his arms. “It was deadly, the snow reached my waist. We were trapped for a month.”
“It was cozy,” Samuel replied, beaming. His eyes shimmered so brightly Adam had to look away. “We spent all that time in our cuddle fort. You, me, Luci, Gabriel, Uriel, Michael… even Raphael joined us, and he never joined cuddle piles.”
Adam smiled softly, gaze dropping to the floor. He remembered, the Morningstar Omegas barely let him leave. They’d been packed together like sardines, warm and laughing, talking nonsense for hours on end.
“How’s Luci?” Adam asked quietly.
Samuel hummed, rubbing his hands together. “Hopefully sleeping, though I doubt it’ll last. He’s restless, always has been. He’ll be back out here soon, even if I begged him to stay put.”
Adam swallowed, nose twitching. “Sammy… what happened to him?”
Samuel didn’t answer right away. He turned slowly to the counter, eyes landing on the mugs of eggnog.
“Luci’s never tried your eggnog, has he?” Samuel asked instead.
His hands trembled as he picked up a mug, drawing it close. He inhaled deeply, the apple-rich scent filling his lungs, and sighed, eyes closing for a moment.
“I think he’ll love it,” Samuel whispered. “Just like I do.”
“Sammy,” Adam murmured, stepping closer.
Samuel’s voice finally dropped, quiet and fragile. “Lilith cheated on him.”
“Luci came home early one day,” Samuel continued, barely above a whisper, “And found her in his nest, with another Omega. They’ve been having an affair for two years… and apparently, the other Omega is bearing a cub.”
Adam’s mind stalled completely, his mouth opened, closed. Lilith, cheating? On Lucifer? With another Omega? But the two seemed to smitten with one another, like the perfect Alpha and Omega. Everyone knew they were going to Mate before the two even got together.
“Oh…” Adam breathed weakly.
“He gave up everything for her,” Samuel said bitterly, staring into the mug. “And she hurt him like that. He didn’t know what else to do, so, he left. Drove for four days straight just to get here.”
Samuel swallowed. “The bath I ran for him tonight… it was the first one he’s had since then. Almost a week.”
Adam’s heart clenched painfully in his chest.
Lucifer had always been the brave one of the three, the one who stepped forward first, shoulders squared, teeth bared at the world if he had to. He’d always been the most protective, of Samuel, of Adam, long before Adam ever presented as anything at all. Even when Adam was still uncertain, still undefined, Lucifer had stood in front of him like a shield, daring anyone to try their luck.
Seeing him so shattered now, so hurt, so hollow, felt wrong in a way Adam couldn’t quite put into words.
His brow furrowed deeply, lips twisting crooked as his nose wrinkled in quiet disbelief. Lilith had done this to him? Really hurt him, broken him like this? Adam remembered her as fiercely possessive, almost aggressively protective, always calling Lucifer hers, always scenting him, hovering close. Adam had even seen her wedge herself between the twins more than once, subtle at first, then unmistakable. He’d noticed the strain it put on Samuel and Lucifer’s bond when she began to pursue him so relentlessly, but he’d never thought she’d be capable of something like this.
Adam lifted his gaze slowly, thoughts landing on the proud, headstrong Alpha she’d once been.
“Shit,” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Samuel murmured, tilting his head and leaning into Adam’s side. “I think Luci’s still in shock, like… he hasn’t even processed that she could do that to him.”
Adam didn’t know what to say, the image in his mind didn’t match reality, the memory of Lilith and Lucifer before they’d moved away, always pressed together, rumbling softly, scenting one another like the world couldn’t touch them if they stayed close enough.
“Shit,” Adam repeated, quieter this time.
Samuel’s eyes slid half-lidded as he lifted his mug, bringing the apple-spiced eggnog to his lips. He took a slow sip, a pleased rumble fluttering out of him as warmth spread through his chest.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, voice soft and grateful.
“You know I’ll always be here for you,” Adam said, flashing his familiar grin, though this time, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Samuel nodded faintly. “So… Luci doesn’t know what he’s doing now.”
“Hm,” Samuel hummed. “He’s staying with me. As long as he needs.”
Adam hesitated before asking, lowering his voice as though Lucifer might somehow hear him through the walls.
“Is… Lilith trying to contact him?”
“No.” Samuel’s tone went dark, sharp enough to make Adam glance down at him. His eyes had narrowed into a glare Adam had never seen on the gentle Omega before. “Not a single message. I think she blocked him. After everything she’s done, you’d think she’d at least give him closure, but no. She doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore.”
Samuel paused, then tilted his head, resting his cheek against Adam’s warm, solid shoulder.
“She’s moving on,” he whispered. “With the Omega she cheated with. They’ve already moved in together. Just, just like that.”
Adam winced, wrapping his arm around Samuel’s shoulders and pulling him close.
“What a bitch.”
“Yes, a bitch,” Samuel growled. “Michael was right. He never liked her.”
“Have you told him?” Adam asked.
“Of course not,” Samuel scoffed. “Luci doesn’t need ‘I told you so’ from Michael, or anyone. Nobody wanted him to mate with her, but he didn’t listen.”
Samuel groaned softly, lashes fluttering as a deeper flush spread across his face. His breathing hitched, faint and warm against Adam’s collarbone. Adam frowned, worry curling in his chest. Samuel was slipping into pre-heat, clearly, and still didn’t want him to go.
Adam squeezed his shoulders gently. “Sammy… I really do need to leave.”
“Addie, please,” Samuel pouted, lifting his head to look at him. “You’ve barely been here. I didn’t get to spend any time with you.”
“I know,” Adam said softly, finishing the last of his eggnog and ignoring the slight burn in his throat. “But I’ll come back once the snow clears, a week, maybe. I promise.”
Samuel grumbled but listened.
“You should get ready for your Heat,” Adam continued. “I brought you everything you’ll need, and you’ll call me if anything happens, immediately.”
Samuel buried his face into Adam’s shoulder with a frustrated groan. “What’s the point? You won’t be able to get here if I do.”
“Samuel,” Adam said, biting back a fond laugh. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m allowed to miss my best friend,” Samuel muttered, pulling back with a glare.
“That’s fair,” Adam chuckled, flicking Samuel’s nose on purpose. “But it’s not forever, I’ll be back before you know it.”
Samuel rolled his eyes, rubbing his nose, but a small, reluctant smile tugged at his lips.
“Fine,” Samuel sighed softly. “You can go… but you promise you’ll come back?”
“Yes,” Adam laughed, lifting his hands to gently squish Samuel’s rosy cheeks on purpose. Sammy whined, pouting immediately, his lips trembling in mock protest.
“I promise,” Adam added warmly. “Cross my heart and hope to.”
“Hey, don’t say it like that,” Samuel protested, fingers curling into Adam’s sweater as he clung to him for a few more precious minutes.
His grip tightened, desperate and sweet, before he finally, reluctantly, let go. He stepped back and rubbed his hands down the front of his sweater in a shy, almost bashful way.
“Be safe on the road,” Samuel murmured.
Adam beamed at him, shuffling his feet as they walked out of the kitchen together. At the edge of the hallway, the unpresented brunette paused, glancing toward the shadows beyond, worry flickering across his face, he bit his bottom lip.
“Let me know how Luci is later… okay?”
Samuel hummed, nodding gently, a small sadness tugging at his smile. “I will. I’ll keep you updated.”
They shared a look, soft and affectionate, but heavy with concern. Adam’s stomach churned uncomfortably, something unfamiliar sliding through his veins, prickling his skin with a thin sheen of sweat. He didn’t notice it. His thoughts were entirely on Lucifer.
“Addie,” Samuel said as they approached the front door, “Did you bring the clothes?”
“Oh!” Adam gasped, eyes widening. “I did. I left the bag in the car, give me a second and I’ll grab them.”
Samuel’s smile brightened instantly, his cheeks flushing deeper red. “Good, I don’t think I could fully relax during my Heat without them.”
“I know,” Adam said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I completely forgot.”
Omegas nested for everything, comfort, illness, joy, grief, but especially for their Heats. Blankets, quilts, pillows, cushions… and clothes. Clothes mattered most, ever since Adam was young, he’d always brought a bag of his things for the Morningstars, so their nests carried his scent. Even now, with just Samuel, the habit remained.
Adam reached for the door handle, and the door swung open and a violent blast of freezing wind surged inside, forcing both Adam and Samuel to stumble backward. Snow whipped through the doorway, stinging cold and relentless. The sky outside was pitch-dark, clouds thick and heavy as snow poured down in blinding sheets, already piling high against the house.
Adam’s car sat buried beneath white, the wheels iced solid, snow creeping nearly to the rims.
“Oh,” Samuel said sweetly, peering out. “Looks like the blizzard started earlier than expected.”
Adam let out a low, defeated whine, his shoulders slumping. “There’s no way I can drive home in that.”
“I guess you’ll have to stay,” Samuel hummed innocently, clasping his hands behind his back as he rocked on the heels of his feet. “At least until the snow clears, until the roads aren’t iced over anymore.”
He tilted his head, smiling softly. “On the bright side… it’s just like when we were kids.”
Adam sighed, looking down at his small Omega friend, lips curling into a crooked, fond smile.
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “I guess it is.”
~#~
Wading through snow that had already reached his knees, and was still climbing, Adam dragged the heavy bag of clothes, along with his favourite bedding, back toward the house. By the time he made it inside, he was shivering hard, snow clinging to his hair, his lashes, the shoulders of his coat, cold seeped into his bones.
Samuel giggled softly and hurried over, brushing the snow from Adam’s sleeves and shoulders before taking his hands in his own. He rubbed them firmly, thumb stroking over Adam’s knuckles in a way that was meant to warm him, but carried something softer, more suggestive beneath it.
It went entirely over Adam’s head; it didn’t go unnoticed by the figure watching quietly through the crack of a half-closed door.
Lucifer had seen it all, more than that, if he was being honest with himself. He hurried away the moment Samuel started toward the hallway, slipping back into the bedroom and pushing the door open just enough to make it look natural. Samuel peeked inside a moment later.
“Luci?” he whispered gently. “Are you awake?”
“Uh, yeah,” Lucifer swallowed, sitting up and smoothing his pale hair down, trying to look like he hadn’t just been listening in. Like he hadn’t been standing there with his heart in his throat.
He hadn’t slept at all.
Lucifer had been curled in the barely-started nest, staring at the blank screen of his phone, waiting, praying, for Lilith’s name to light it up. After sending more than a hundred messages and seeing nothing but the cold, unmoving unread symbol, the truth had finally hit him.
She’d blocked him, the realization had felt like ice water poured straight down his spine. He’d gotten up after that, guilt tugging painfully at his chest as he looked back at the unfinished nest. Samuel had been building it when Lucifer arrived, but with everything that followed… it had been abandoned. Sammy would need it soon, for his Heat.
Lucifer swallowed, they both would.
That thought alone made his chest ache. Their heats always came together, twin Omegas, perfectly in sync. But Lucifer wasn’t sure what awaited him this time. He feared it wouldn’t be a Heat at all.
A Frost, the opposite of Heat, cold, hollow, dangerous. Something that crept in when an Omega was betrayed by their mate, when grief hollowed them out too deeply. Lucifer had expected it. Samuel was doing everything he could to prevent it, but fear lingered all the same.
He’d left the room earlier, intending to bake apple-cinnamon macaroons like he used to when they were children, but then he’d heard voices in the kitchen, familiar ones.
He knew he shouldn’t have listened, but he did, he stood there, heart pounding, peeking through the crack in the door, listening to every word. And when Adam had started to leave, Lucifer had hurried back, leaning against the bedroom door with his face pale and eyes distant.
Samuel was still in love with Adam.
The realization struck him hard.
It was something Samuel had confessed to him when they were children, something Lucifer had completely forgotten until now. The fact that his twin had never acted on it, never moved on… it stirred something strange in Lucifer’s chest, uneasy and maybe even twisting…like he had been stabbed?
Like there was something else he’d forgotten, something just out of reach.
“Luci?”
Samuel’s voice cut through his thoughts. Lucifer blinked, looking up as Samuel’s hand came to his cheek, checking his temperature.
“You’re still so cold,” Samuel frowned, worry knitting his brows together. “You’re freezing. Did you take the medication I got you?”
“Mhm,” Lucifer nodded, laying his hand over Samuel’s and leaning into the touch. “I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not,” Samuel said softly, fingers sliding into Lucifer’s hair. “You don’t have to lie. I don’t want you to go into a Frost.”
“I won’t,” Lucifer said firmly.
Samuel didn’t look convinced. And he had every reason not to be.
If Lucifer went into a Frost while Samuel entered Heat, it would be dangerous. Twin Omegas in Heat knew how to care for one another, but a Frost couldn’t be tended by someone burning from the inside out, and their mother, who would normally watch for the signs, wasn’t here.
They only had each other.
“I’m not going into a Frost,” Lucifer repeated, softer this time. He squeezed Samuel’s hand and smiled gently. “Now… where’s Addie? Did he make it home?”
He already knew the answer; he had ears dropped after all…but Lucifer didn’t want Sammy to know that for some reason.
Samuel smiled. “The blizzard started early. He’ll have to stay, he brought more things for my nest, um…”
“You want to know if it’s okay for you and Addie to finish building it,” Lucifer chuckled, standing and brushing his cheek against Samuel’s, scenting him fondly.
He purred, low and warm, Samuel purred back just as sweetly.
Adam watched from the doorway, smiling. It had been so long since he’d seen the twins like this, so close, so familiar. Samuel had missed his brother terribly, even Adam could see that.
“I want to help too,” Lucifer said, turning his attention to Adam. “I’m fine. You can come in, I won’t bite.”
“You did once,” Adam teased, stepping inside and forcing himself not to react to the thick scents in the room. Samuel’s honeyed cinnamon warmth lingered, but it was underscored by something burnt and bitter from Lucifer, sharp with pain.
“That was one time,” Lucifer huffed, cheeks puffing. “I got excited.”
“I still have the scar,” Adam said, tugging his sleeve up to show it.
Lucifer’s eyes widened. “You do not!”
Adam smirked as Lucifer grabbed his arm, staring in disbelief. “At least it’s a cool battle wound.”
“Battle wound?” Samuel scoffed, rolling his eyes as he joined them, immediately leaning into Adam’s side to inspect the mark. “You bit him because he touched your stuffed duck.”
“Exactly,” Lucifer laughed. “Battle wound.”
Adam snorted, shaking his head as he tugged his sleeve back down.
“Anyway,” he said, eyeing Lucifer carefully, “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
“Yeah,” Lucifer sighed, planting a hand on his hip as he looked between Adam and Samuel with an exaggerated frown. “Oh, come on, not you too. I’m fine, really, I don’t even feel sick. No blocked nose, no sore throat. I’m not going into a Frost.”
“I know,” Samuel said quietly, shoulders drawing in. “I’m just… worried.”
Lucifer’s expression softened immediately. He pulled his twin close, pressing their cheeks together and nuzzling him with instinctive affection. A low, comforting purr rumbled from Lucifer’s chest, and Samuel answered it without thinking, leaning into him with a soft, familiar sound of his own.
“Aww,” Adam breathed, unable to help himself.
Both twins snapped a glare at him.
Adam laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, if looks could kill! It’s just, come on. You used to do that all the time when we were kids. It’s sweet!”
The twins hummed in perfect, synchronized agreement, tilting their heads together with expressions that were… far too knowing.
Adam’s heart skipped.
A familiar prickle crawled down his spine, that sinking feeling in his gut, the warning he should’ve remembered. The Morningstar twins loved teasing people. Loved setting traps.
Especially him.
No matter how close they’d all been, Adam always seemed to walk straight into it, ending up wedged between them, face burning, heart racing, while they delighted in his embarrassment.
“No, Addie,” Samuel purred.
He stepped away from Lucifer and slipped his arms around Adam’s, rising onto his toes as he rubbed his cheek against Adam’s shoulder. “You’re feeling left out~”
Lucifer’s grin turned sharp and playful. That familiar rumble rolled through his chest as he moved to Adam’s other side, wrapping his arms deliberately around Adam’s arm. He stretched up, brushing his nose along Adam’s cheek before pressing his own cheek there, nuzzling warmly.
“Now it’s just like when we were kids~”
Adam shuddered.
His heart leapt into his throat, his body flushing hot as he felt the warmth of both Omegas pressed in on either side of him, too close, too familiar. Exactly like it used to be, being sandwiched between them, overwhelmed by scent and touch and attention.
“Okay!” Adam gasped, wriggling free at last. “That’s enough, damn, I forgot how dangerous you two can be!”
“Aww,” Lucifer pouted, wiggling his fingers toward Adam. “You’re taller now. You usually can’t escape that easily.”
“You’re still a pipsqueak,” Adam shot back.
Lucifer gasped dramatically. “I am not that short!”
“You are that short,” Adam huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as he turned away from his old childhood friend. “Honestly, both of you are still shrimps.”
He glanced back at Samuel then, and his posture eased without him even realizing it. The Omega was smiling, really smiling, his shoulders looser, his tension eased, the tightness from earlier finally melting away, relief settled warmly in Adam’s chest.
Samuel let out a soft, content hum, head tilting as his lashes fluttered. He caught Adam looking at him and instantly flushed, colour blooming across his cheeks.
“A-anyway,” Samuel said meekly, tugging at the hem of his oversized pink-and-white Christmas sweater. “Um… we should probably start building the nest. Addie, th-the bag?”
“Right,” Adam said brightly. He turned and dragged the heavy bag farther into the room, muscles flexing as he hauled it closer. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I grabbed the things you usually took when you thought I wasn’t looking.”
Samuel gasped, face turning an even deeper red. “W-what?”
Lucifer laughed, warm and genuine, giving Samuel’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
“I didn’t steal anything,” Samuel muttered, mortified.
“Of course not,” Lucifer agreed easily, flashing that familiar, dazzling grin. “And that’s definitely not Addie’s sweater, right?”
“Luci!” Samuel squeaked, voice cracking as if his twin had betrayed him on a deeply personal level.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Lucifer said gently, the humour softening into something tender. “Really. It’s normal. I used to take Lilith’s…”
He faltered, the smile fading as his brow creased. “I mean… it’s not…”
Samuel didn’t let him spiral, he stepped forward without hesitation, wrapping his arms around his twin and rubbing his cheek against Lucifer’s. Lucifer melted into the embrace instantly, a soft, soothing purr rumbling from his chest as he held Samuel close.
This time, Adam didn’t comment. He kept the thought to himself, how achingly sweet it was, how much Samuel had missed his brother. He could see it now, clearly, in every touch.
Adam cleared his throat and opened the bag, tipping it over so the contents spilled onto the floor in a soft heap of fabric. The twins separated and leaned in, peering down with open curiosity.
“That’s… a lot of pink,” Lucifer observed, voice warm and amused, cherry-red lips curling into a dreamy smile.
“I like pink,” Adam shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
“I remember you being all punk,” Lucifer teased, dropping to his knees and beginning to sift through the soft, cozy fabrics. “Black leather, chains, gold, very intimidating.”
Samuel let out a low, pleased purr and followed, kneeling beside his twin. His blue eyes lit up as he spotted a familiar pink-and-white striped pyjama shirt. He reached for it immediately, pressing it to his face and inhaling deeply, releasing his pheromones as he scented it.
Lucifer watched him for a moment, expression unreadable, then mirrored the action. He picked up one of Adam’s hoodies and buried his face into it, breathing in slowly, carefully.
The bitterness clinging to his scent was still there, but Adam noticed something else threading through it now. A hint of cinnamon, warmth and softness.
It was a good sign and…Adam couldn’t help but be reminded of when they were children…before Lucifer left them.
~#~
The blizzard raged on outside, relentless and howling, the radio quietly advising everyone to stay indoors. Adam hummed along absentmindedly, only half listening as the storm warnings droned on. Nearby, the Christmas lights flickered softly, casting gentle gold and red glows across the room like breathing embers.
They’d finished building the nest over an hour ago. Now they were gathered in the main living room, and the sight of it made Adam’s chest ache in the best way.
Samuel and Lucifer were curled together on the couch, tucked beneath the thick black blanket Adam had brought specifically for Samuel’s nest. Their bodies fit together easily, instinctively, golden hair spilling and blending as they leaned into one another. Adam sat across from them on the floor, his back resting against the couch he’d claimed for the night, his place until the snow eased enough for him to leave.
“Luci,” Samuel pouted softly.
They were pressed close, heads resting together, breaths warm and synchronized. “Are you-”
“I’m fine,” Lucifer sighed, even though he’d been insisting on that all evening.
He released a low, soothing rumble, scenting Samuel again as he nudged his nose into the crook of his twin’s neck. Samuel giggled, shoulders shaking as he leaned into the touch.
“I don’t want to sleep yet,” Lucifer added stubbornly. He knew he was exhausted, but lying alone in the nest would only leave him staring at a blank screen, thoughts spiraling.
“O-kay,” Samuel laughed quietly, snuggling closer without argument.
Adam tried not to stare. He really did. But his lips curved into a soft, dreamy smile all on their own. The twins had always been like this, effortlessly affectionate, deeply connected. Adam had always found them endearing, mesmerizing even. Growing up, he’d spent so much time wanting what they had, wishing he could present as an Omega more than anything else, just to belong in that warmth.
“This is really good,” Lucifer said suddenly, lifting the mug and taking another sip of the eggnog Samuel had been holding.
Samuel immediately pouted. “Hey, that’s mine.”
Lucifer ignored the offered second cup, drinking straight from Samuel’s instead, clearly content. “Did you really make it?” he asked, glancing toward Adam with open curiosity.
“What’s that look for?” Adam huffed, stretching his arms above his head with a groan.
His back cracked satisfyingly, and both Omegas’ gazes dropped instinctively to the sliver of skin exposed where his shirt lifted.
“I can cook, you know,” Adam added flatly.
“Well,” Lucifer teased, lips curling mischievously, “This isn’t exactly cooking. It’s more like throwing things into a pot and hoping for the best.”
Adam gaped at him, mouth opening and closing in mock offense. “How dare you.”
Lucifer laughed, the sound warm and genuine. Adam breathed out softly, rubbing his face before dragging a hand down the length of his neck. His skin prickled, every hair standing on end, heat pooling beneath his skin in a way that felt unfamiliar, warmer than normal, too warm. He ignored it, pushed the sensation aside.
He missed Lucifer. Missed the easy closeness, the way things used to be when it was just the three of them against the world. He wouldn’t even dream of entering their nest now, not like before. They were adults, fully developed Omegas, on the brink of Heat. It wouldn’t be right, not without consent, not without being invited.
When they were younger, it had been innocent. Safe. Adam had been welcomed into their nest during Heats because nothing sinful or dangerous could come of it. They’d lain together in soft piles of blankets, laughing, reading aloud, watching movies, stuffing their faces with chocolate and sweets until they felt sick. Adam ached for that simplicity, before everything became complicated, before Lilith had sunk her claws into Lucifer and torn apart two twins who loved each other more fiercely than anyone else ever could.
“It’s getting late,” Adam said gently, clearing his throat as he pushed himself to his feet.
The room tilted for a split second, his vision blurring, but he laughed it off as he looked down at the twins. “Oh, come on. Don’t look at me like that. You both know you usually need to lock down your nest by now.”
Samuel whined softly, shoulders slumping, cherry-red lips pulling into a pout.
“You make it sound like military service,” Lucifer teased, standing and offering his hand to Samuel. “Lock down the nest.”
Samuel hesitated, disappointed the evening was ending, before taking his twin’s hand and letting Lucifer help him up.
“Well,” Adam said lightly, snapping his fingers, eyes half-lidded, “I’ve been around Omegas long enough to know the drill. You’re both right on the edge of pre-heat. That means nest lockdown. Neither of you can do that while you’re out here with me.”
He kept and I shouldn’t be here either firmly to himself. Samuel was sensitive, and Adam could already imagine the tears if he phrased it wrong, right before Heat hit. That kind of emotional spiral could leave Samuel sick with fever afterward.
“You’re right,” Lucifer admitted quietly, gathering the thick blanket Adam had brought for their nest. “I can feel it too. It’s close.”
Samuel frowned at that, chewing on the thought. His gaze drifted to Adam, and then he moved, stumbling forward just enough to grab Adam’s arm.
“You’re not just going to… leave, are you?” Samuel asked quietly. “When the snow eases up, you’ll… um…”
“Sammy,” Adam smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “I’ll have to. I can’t just be in your room while you’re in Heat.”
Samuel flushed and looked down. “I just… I don’t want you to disappear. I haven’t seen you enough.”
“We’ll see each other next week,” Adam said gently, running his fingers through Samuel’s soft golden hair. “Like always.”
Samuel shuffled his feet, clearly wanting to say more, but unable to find the words.
Lucifer watched silently, lips pressed together. He breathed in through his nose and closed his eyes for a moment. Samuel was still in love with Adam; the realization settled heavily in his chest. Had Samuel been planning to ask Adam to stay? To spend Heat together? Had Lucifer ruined that by being here, by needing him?
Lucifer frowned, he hadn’t meant to get in the way. Not if Samuel had finally been ready to make a move. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze lifted, and he froze, above them hung the Morningstar family tradition. What had started as a prank years ago, something silly and teasing, had somehow become permanent.
Mistletoe.
Lucifer’s lips curled slowly into a knowing smirk.
“Well,” he said sweetly, “If you really want Sammy to feel at ease before Heat, you could give him a little something.”
Adam and Samuel both looked at him, confused. Lucifer nodded upward, and realization dawned slowly.
“T-That, that’s not, I didn’t-” Samuel squealed, mortified, his face burning a shade of red Adam had never seen before. A faint puff of steam practically rose from his head as he yanked his gaze away. “Addie, you don’t have to do anything! I forgot I even put it up!”
Adam flushed just as hard, staring up at the mistletoe. He remembered Raphael hanging it years ago, Michael’s disastrous Christmas girlfriend, the embarrassment that followed. He hadn’t realized it was still a tradition.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Adam murmured, his voice low and gentle, as he wet his suddenly dry lips. His heart was beating far too fast for such a simple moment. The thought of it, of kissing Samuel, even for a fleeting second, sent a shiver straight through him. Just the image alone made his knees feel weak, his breath unsteady.
He shook his head and took a careful step back, as if distance alone might steady him before his legs gave out completely. “Really,” he added softly. “We don’t have to do anything.”
“R-right,” Samuel nodded a little too quickly, his voice cracking just enough to give him away.
Adam retreated, leaving Samuel standing beneath the mistletoe, the quiet suddenly heavier than before.
Lucifer arched a brow, clearly amused. “Really?” he drawled. “You’re that flustered over mistletoe?”
“W-What? No!” Samuel shot back, glaring at his twin. “I’m not embarrassed!”
Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, setting the blanket aside before stepping closer. “Sammy…”
“What?” Samuel’s breath hitched. He tugged at the hem of his sweater, rocking nervously from one foot to the other. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Sammy,” Lucifer said gently, straightening and meeting his eyes, “You have had your first kiss, right?”
His tone was soft but curious. “You’ve been kissed before… right?”
Samuel pressed his lips together, his nose twitching. “I mean… yeah, or, maybe? No? Why does that even matter?”
“It matters,” Lucifer replied with a warm hum, rubbing his chin as if considering something important before stepping closer still.
Samuel startled, instinctively leaning back, eyes widening. They shimmered with surprise, and something else, something softer, as Lucifer closed the distance between them. With careful tenderness, Lucifer lifted his hands and cupped Samuel’s face, as though holding something fragile and priceless. His fingers traced slow, affectionate paths along Samuel’s flushed cheeks, thumbs brushing gentle, soothing circles that made warmth bloom everywhere they touched.
“L-Luci, what are you-” Samuel’s voice trembled, thick with emotion.
“Shhh,” Lucifer whispered.
He leaned in until they were only a breath apart, close enough that Samuel could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over his lips. Time seemed to stretch, the moment suspended,
Adam’s breath caught, watching as Lucifer pressed his lips to Samuel’s in a slow, tender kiss, sweet, unhurried, and undeniably soft. He couldn’t look away; goosebumps ran all over him.
Adam stared, his eyes wide, his face burning hot as his heart pounded in a way it never had before. He blinked hard, half-convinced he must be imagining it. He’d never thought he’d see something like that, never thought it would make his chest feel so tight, so warm.
Lucifer finally pulled back, a faintly smug smile tugging at his lips.
“There,” he whispered. “Now you’ve had your first kiss, Sammy. Congratulations.”
Samuel blinked, dazed, his eyes glassy as the realization slowly sank in. He covered his mouth, his cheeks blazing, eyes narrowing even as the corners crinkled with emotion.
“Why would you do that?” he whined, swatting at Lucifer’s arm. “Why are you so embarrassing?”
Lucifer laughed easily, ducking away. “Aw, come on. I couldn’t let you be a kiss-virgin forever, could I?”
“Oh, shut up!” Samuel groaned, trying, and failing, to hit him again.
Adam swallowed hard, lowering his head and pressing his hand firmly over his own mouth. His face felt impossibly hot now. He wasn’t sure why, couldn’t quite name it, but watching his two childhood friends kiss, even as a joke, even as playful teasing… it had done something to him.
Something unexpected, something eye-opening.
Adam squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore the way his whole body felt warmer than it should, like something inside him had just quietly shifted into place.
Just…whoa…
He tried to force the image away, of the twin Omegas kissing but it wouldn’t disappear. He could still see Lucifer and Samuel kissing even with his eyes shut.
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