hello! here is my new omega au! i do hope you like it! it is loosely based on aztec and mayan mythology, with other mythology added in to make an interesting story, i hope.
this was originally inspired by @lilacwriter07's ask where they wanted some more omega adamsapple, and they allowed me to be more creative! do not worry, lilacwriter07, your ask will be in this au! i have it already written out; i just want to get the 'back story' out first! expect part 02 in a day or so, then your ask!
ahhh! i really can't wait for everyone to read this and let me know what you think!
Promised Soul (Omegaverse Mythology AU) = Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04.
From a tender age, Adam knew he was unlike anyone else. His parents were breathtaking, with sculpted bodies and elegant frames. After their ash-fall, they had become even more radiant, effortlessly attracting admirers. Their skin was bronzed by the sun, their hair rich and thick like a lion's mane, and their eyes, large and glistening, held an otherworldly allure. They embodied beauty and fully embraced their heritage.
But Adam was different.
On the morning of his tenth birthday, Adam awoke with a peculiar excitement. A strange, burning sensation churned deep within his gut, coiling up into his chest. Lying beneath the lush red-and-green feathered blankets his grandmother had lovingly woven, his lips curled into a broad grin. Eagerly, he kicked the blankets aside, rolled off the bed's edge, and raced to the mirror. Practically bouncing on his pear-shaped feet, he twirled before the mirror, eyes wide with anticipation, searching for any telltale wisps of smoke rising from his skin—the first sign of the ash-fall. But there was nothing.
Adam's reflection stared back at him, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. Leaning closer to the glass, he tugged lightly at the soft padding of his cheek.
"I've gone grey," he whispered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
Straightening his young body, Adam twisted and turned, desperately trying to glimpse his form from every angle. There was no steam, no smoke, no ethereal transformation seeping through his flesh. No glittering specks of lava freckles adorned his skin—another sign of the ash-fall. Instead, he looked... burnt out.
"Why?" he muttered, a deep frown etching across his face as he took a step back. His shoulders sagged, arms falling limply at his sides. "Why am I...?"
The morning was spent in a frantic attempt to disguise his appearance. He wasn't meant to look like a fire that had sputtered out before ever truly igniting. Adam bundled himself in thick, oversized sweaters, a medical mask, and a woolly hat, gloves, and scarf to match. When his mother saw him, she laughed, trying to peel away the layers, but Adam resisted until his father intervened, scolding him. Apparently, it was dangerous to be wrapped up so tightly.
He would never forget the look on their faces when they finally saw him. The horror, the tears, the screams—they had cut him deeply. Before his tenth birthday, his parents had been loving and attentive, their days filled with family outings and warmth. But everything changed after that fateful day.
Adam became the family's failure—the one who couldn’t burn like his cousins. Even Elly, his younger cousin, had her ash-fall the following month. His mother had broken down in tears that day too. No matter what Adam did, it never seemed to bring a smile to his mother’s face or draw his father's gaze.
Was he truly such a disappointment?
By the time he turned eleven, when no one even bothered to acknowledge him, Adam had begun to wander away from the family fire. He ventured through the oversized, thick branches and towering trunks of the forest he called home—Eden, the forest of flames, nestled at the leftmost point of Pentagram City. All his life, Adam had been repeatedly warned never to leave Eden.
The world beyond was far too dangerous for someone as fragile as him; his flame would be easily extinguished, or worse, stronger and more terrifying creatures would snatch him away. His mother had always assured him that once he experienced his ash-fall, he would be free to explore the city like everyone else... but that day never came. He was weaker than anyone imagined, more delicate than they had feared, and now, no one would care if he disappeared. No one noticed as the little, scrawny ash boy slipped away from the gathering of families and neighbouring clans.
Sniffling, Adam inched forward, his flat, grey feet sliding over the warm, red bark of the thick branches. He moved cautiously, with the delicate care of someone who knew that a single misstep could be his last. He had no fiery wings to catch him if he fell. A broken bone would mean certain death, for no one would come to save him—he’d be left to perish alone.
Adam had heard stories of Pentagram City and the beings that lived within it. Pressing himself against the trunk of a flame tree, he peered into the quaint countryside just beyond Eden. Scattered across the landscape were large red rocks that gradually gave way to the more structured outlines of a city. Squinting, Adam spotted a towering temple at the city's heart. It appeared to be made of stone, but from this distance, he couldn’t be sure.
He could see little else from his vantage point. Adam knew that Pentagram City had five points, with Eden being one of them. The other four points housed powerful clans of other beings, and the closer they lived to the temple, the more numerous and lesser the creatures became.
According to what little he had heard, a god resided in that temple, but Adam knew nothing about the deity or its role in Pentagram City. Did this god rule the city? His curiosity gnawed at him as he continued to stare at the distant structure, hoping for a glimpse of something—anything—divine. But there was nothing.
Sighing deeply, Adam let his head fall against the tree, his eyes drooping with a deep, sorrowful frown. He knew he should return; if he stayed away too long, he’d be forgotten, and no food would be saved for an ugly bird like him. His lips trembled as the thought crossed his mind, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. A sob escaped his lips...but something cut through his cry.
Adam blinked in surprise, straightening as he rubbed his grey lips together. He glanced around, his heart racing. He could suddenly hear a strange sound.
Adam pursed his flat lips, tilting his head as he strained to catch the sound again. It was like singing—a soft, whistle-like tune, reminiscent of the birds that flitted among the branches of Eden. His wide eyes darted around the trees, scanning the fiery foliage for any sign of who—or what—was making that eerie melody. But the sound wasn’t coming from above, where the branches intertwined like a tangled web of flames. It was coming from below.
With cautious, tentative steps, Adam edged closer to the red branch's edge and peered down at the golden, knee-length grass that blanketed the ground far below. The grass shimmered under the harsh glare of the white sun, each blade sparkling like a thread of liquid gold in the light. He hesitated, glancing over his shoulder. Would anyone notice—or even care—if he dared to climb down? They had always drummed it into him: never set foot on the ground until your wings had formed or at least until a few feathers had sprouted from your arms.
But then again, nobody would care. He was the disappointment, the one who would never fly.
Determined, Adam inched forward, but everything happened so fast. His vision blurred as his foot slipped, sending him tumbling down the bark of the giant tree. The flame trees were far from smooth; their surface was gnarled and blistering, scorching his skin as he skidded downward. His body scraped against the rough bark, his descent a painful blur, until he hit the ground with a sickening crack. His feet throbbed with pain, and he shakily inspected them—a bitter reminder that they were still soft and delicate, not the sharp talons his family bore with pride. His uncle's sneering words echoed in his mind: pathetic.
A gasp escaped Adam, his body aching all over, his arms limp and unresponsive. It took everything in him just to sit up, and when he did, tears flooded his eyes. His uncle’s jarring, smug voice rang in his ears, scolding him for being so foolish. No one would care—they would only find sick amusement in his accident.
A soft, strangled sob slipped from his lips, slow and tentative at first. His face crinkled, scrunching up as the overwhelming wave of sadness crashed down, twisting painfully in his chest until it finally burst forth. Adam let out another gasp, his sobs growing more desperate, his tears falling in a relentless stream over his ash-grey cheeks. He drew his knees up, wrapping his arms around them, and buried his face, sobbing into the crook of his arms.
Everything poured out of him—the disappointment of not burning from the inside like all the others before him, the sense of failure that gnawed at him every day. The way his mother looked at him now, with a hollow sadness that tore at his heart, and the way his father couldn’t even bear to glance in his direction. His cousins, aunts, and uncles, their cutting comments and cold stares. The way the elders had dismissed him, deeming him unworthy to be paired with another in the clan. Typically, the year after an ash-fall, the elders would pair them up, but Adam had been brushed aside, not even a consideration.
The more he cried, the harder it became to stop. He felt as though he might choke on his tears, as though the sadness would consume him entirely. Eden was quiet, the ever-burning inner flames of the trees casting a warm, flickering light around him, but it felt so distant, so cold.
“Why are you crying?” a sudden voice asked, cutting through the haze of his despair.
Adam’s breath hitched. He squirmed, peering up through tear-filled eyes at the figure standing over him, staring down with glassy red-and-gold eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out—only more tears.
The figure appeared to be young, about his age, perhaps eleven. They were shorter than Adam, which was surprising given that he was often teased for being small. The stranger let out a quiet sigh and carefully sat down beside him, not so close that their elbows would brush, but not so far that Adam felt completely alone.
Adam continued to cry, his sobs echoing softly in the golden grass. The stranger stayed with him, silent and still, their gaze fixed on the swaying blades that shimmered in the gentle breeze. After what felt like an eternity, the figure finally tilted their head toward Adam, extending a hand that hovered hesitantly above his trembling shoulders before finally resting there. They began to rub his back in small, slow circles.
“There, there,” they murmured, their voice flat, almost emotionless. “There, there, don’t cry.”
Adam continued to sob, his tears soaking into the earth as he curled into himself, trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. The small hand resting on his back was oddly warm, a gentle contrast to the cold world around him. The warmth was even more surprising considering Adam’s lineage, his bloodline intertwined with the very essence of fire.
When his sobs didn’t subside, the mysterious figure beside him made a low, soothing sound deep in their throat. They shifted closer to Adam, their stiff hand continuing its rhythmic motion along his back. With a soft, deliberate motion, they straightened and tilted their head skyward, cherry-red lips parting ever so slightly. A familiar melody, one that Adam had heard before, slipped from their lips, echoing through the quiet streets of Eden, the flickering heart of Pentagram City. The stranger’s voice was enchanting, a gentle hum that filled the air with a comforting warmth, even in the darkest corners of the city.
Adam blinked through his tears, rubbing his hands over his tear-streaked face. Slowly, he lifted his head, his gaze wandering wearily around before settling on the figure beside him. He sniffled, trying to blink away the lingering sadness, as he watched the stranger sing softly, their voice wrapping around him like a tender embrace. For the first time, Adam felt a comfort so deep, it was as if the very air around him had transformed into a protective cocoon, holding him in a way he had never known.
The person beside him was unlike anyone Adam had ever seen in Eden. They seemed to belong to a different world entirely. Their skin was a pale, milky white, with a delicate flush of red framing their cheeks. Golden, fluffy curls crowned their head, with two tufts of hair playfully resembling horns. Their lips, full and stained a deep cherry red, contrasted strikingly with their mismatched eyes—one a gleaming gold, the other a deep crimson. Adam’s gaze drifted down their form, noticing the black and green claws adorned with rings of lush crimson feathers at their wrists. As he looked further, he saw green and red feathers peeking out before spilling around their hips, forming a long, soft-looking tail in place of feet. Scales of blue, red and white blended well into the tail.
“Do you feel better?” the stranger, now clearly a boy, asked, his voice soft and melodic.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes catching Adam’s. A mesmerizing array of green, blue, and purple scales shimmered across his neck, trailing up to his pointed ears, making him appear even more otherworldly and enchanting.
Adam’s breath caught in his throat, his heart stuttering in a way it never had before. He had never laid eyes on a creature so mesmerizing, so otherworldly. The boy was beautiful, ethereal in a way that made Adam’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. He quickly rubbed his face with both hands, trying to hide the flush that spread across his skin, and managed a weak, shaky smile.
“Yeah, um, who... what...” Adam’s voice faltered, his words stumbling as his mind raced to catch up. His brows knitted together in confusion. “I mean, what are you?”
The boy snorted softly, his long, colourful tail flicking to the side with a playful grace. His lips curved into a deeper frown, and for a fleeting moment, Adam glimpsed two sharp fangs peeking out from behind those cherry-red lips. “That’s a bit rude, don’t you think? Asking someone’s breed like that.”
“Oh!” Adam squeaked in horror, his eyes widening with panic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
But before Adam could finish his apology, a ghost of a smile twisted across the boy’s lips, and a low, rumbling laugh escaped him.
“I know. You’re just a baby,” he said, his tone gentle, almost teasing, as if Adam’s innocent curiosity amused him.
Adam blinked furiously, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, struggling to find the right words. The boy beside him tilted his head slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips as his gold and red eyes flickered across Adam’s face.
“I can tell you’ve never left your home before,” he mused, his voice smooth and knowing. “You’ve never seen anyone outside your clan, let alone someone like me. If you knew who you were talking to, you’d probably be beside yourself.”
“Huh?” Adam pouted, his confusion deepening. “Are you someone important, then?”
“Something like that,” the boy replied, rolling one glittering, scaled shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. Adam’s eyes immediately zoned in on the vibrant scales and feathers, captivated by their brilliance.
“Why were you crying?” the boy asked, his tone softening slightly.
Adam lowered his head, leaning back against the crimson bark of the tree behind him. “Because I’m a failure,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
The boy hummed thoughtfully; his head cocked to the side as if genuinely puzzled by Adam’s admission. His gold and ruby eyes half-lidded, slowly roving up and down Adam’s plain form. He clicked his tongue, revealing a long, serpent-like tongue that flickered between his lips. “Because you haven’t burned away like the others in your clan?” he asked, his tone curious rather than judgmental.
“You know about my family?” Adam asked, his curiosity piqued. How could this boy, who appeared younger than himself, know about his clan? Adam shook his head, his voice trembling as he continued, “I didn’t... I was supposed to transform last year, but I didn’t. I look... like this.”
Adam glared down at his powdery grey arms, turning them over with a disdainful frown. He loathed the sight of them, so dull and lifeless compared to the vibrant flames his kind was known for. Even the green in his eyes had faded to a milky white, making him feel like a shadow of what he was supposed to be. He understood why everyone made fun of him—he was ugly, unremarkable, and utterly forgettable.
“Nobody will ever want to mate with me,” he added, his voice thick with pain. His eyes began to water again as he spoke. “I’m ignored, pushed aside. Nobody wants to be my friend. My Ma and Pa can’t even look at me. I’m going to die alone. It won’t matter if I present as an Omega in the coming years. I’m undesirable. I didn’t burn. I didn’t turn to ash, and I certainly wasn’t reborn. I’m just... a fire that smothered itself before it could even burn.”
The boy was silent for a long moment, his blank gaze fixed on Adam. Finally, he spoke, his voice a soft hiss. “You will be an Omega?”
“Probably,” Adam replied, his tone hollow. “But it won’t matter to my elders. They haven’t even bothered to find me a match. I was supposed to have one this year so I could bond with them.”
Adam’s hands trembled as he spoke, his breath hitching painfully. His nose flared, and his lips quivered as the weight of his loneliness pressed down on him. Just as the first tear slipped down his grey cheek, the boy’s long, snake-like tongue darted out, licking it away. Adam jerked in surprise, his eyes widening as he looked at the beautiful boy beside him.
The boy’s black and green scaled claws gently wrapped around Adam’s hands, pulling them close to his face. He examined them intently, rubbing his claws along Adam’s fingers, pinching and turning them over as if searching for something hidden. His clawed hands then moved up Adam’s arms, seeming to probe for something unknown to Adam.
The boy’s golden and ruby eyes met Adam’s as his claws trailed over Adam’s shoulders and pressed down gently on his chest. A spark ignited in his eyes as he felt the steady beat of Adam’s heart beneath his touch.
“Just because you didn’t go through the ashfall doesn’t mean you are undesirable,” the boy said sternly, yet with a tender undercurrent to his words. “I don’t find you unpleasant to look at. In fact, I find you... interesting.”
“You do?” Adam whispered shyly, a shiver running up his spine at the boy’s words.
The boy nodded sharply, slithering closer. His beautiful tail flexed as he raised himself slightly above Adam, his face drawing nearer. “As for dying alone, I don’t believe that will happen.”
“How would you know? Nobody in my clan would want to bond with me,” Adam said shakily, his voice tinged with hopelessness.
“I never mentioned your clan,” the boy replied darkly, his eyes growing hooded and glassy. His long, serpentine tongue slithered through his lips once more, licking firmly down Adam’s cheek. “From this moment on, I will be your mate.”
Adam couldn’t speak, his mind practically short-circuiting. His skin prickled with sensation as his head tilted back, the boy beginning to rub his cheek against Adam’s in a possessive gesture, scenting him fully. Adam’s heart skipped a beat as he imagined returning to the nest with the boy’s scent on him. What would his family say? What would everyone think? But those thoughts melted away as the boy’s sweet, intoxicating scent filled Adam’s senses, wrapping around him like a warm blanket and making him relax.
“I think you’re a beautiful Phoenix, whether you have burned or not,” the boy purred softly, nuzzling into the crook of Adam’s neck.
“I’m Adam!” the unburned Phoenix blurted out, the words slipping past his lips before he could think. “What’s your name?”
The boy chuckled, pulling back to look Adam in the eye. For the first time, Adam saw a true smile on his lips, his mismatched eyes growing tender with emotion.
“Don’t forget your mate’s name. My name is—”
Then, as if caught in a dream, the gorgeous boy’s voice began to fade, dissolving into a soft, melodic hum that barely reached Adam's ears. The words, the name, everything slipped away like sand through his fingers. Adam remained seated there, at the very edge of Eden, as the world around him blurred, the sharp edges of reality growing hazy and distant. He blinked once, then twice, his gaze drifting in bewilderment as confusion clouded his mind. A deep groan escaped him, and he pressed a trembling hand to his temple, trying to make sense of what was happening.
But in the next breath, everything shifted. The vibrant colours and strange warmth of the encounter melted away, and Adam found himself waking up in his bed, nestled within one of the intersection buildings of Pentagram City. The familiar surroundings of his room greeted him, though the memory of the boy and that strange, fleeting connection lingered like a fading whisper in the corners of his mind.
The blaring shriek of his alarm clock sliced through Adam's skull like a jagged knife, but he didn't rush to silence it. Instead, he lingered in the moment, his pale, almost ghostly eyes fixed on the worn and cracked ceiling above him. Time seemed to stretch as he allowed his body to awaken slowly, letting the dull hum of the city seep into his consciousness. The buzz of distant traffic and the occasional honk gradually filtered through his fogged senses. Finally, with a languid roll, he turned to his side and slammed his hand down on the alarm clock, the sharp sound abruptly cut off. A low groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. His tousled brown hair stuck out in wild directions, and a sheen of sweat clung to his clammy skin. He was naked, tangled in a cocoon of blankets, quilts, pillows, and sheets—the softest of his belongings—some of which even included his old hoodies and sweaters, adding to the haphazard nest of comfort surrounding him.
Adam groaned again, raising his arms above his head as he stretched, his spine crackling with the motion. He dragged a weary hand across his face, releasing a heavy sigh just as the brief silence was shattered by the blaring music from above. The familiar sound brought with it the knowledge that his neighbours were at it again—lovers wrapped in their passionate dance, the Omega upstairs a notorious screamer, their cries cutting through the walls even with the music attempting to drown them out.
Grunting in irritation, Adam swung himself out of bed and trudged towards his ancient chest of drawers, their surface as battered and worn as everything else in his room. He kicked aside a few pillows and sheets that cluttered his path and yanked open the top drawer. Inside, a pink and white box sat waiting. He pulled out a slender stick from within and slipped it into his mouth, holding it beneath his tongue. He knew it would take ten minutes to work, though he could have shortened the time by using his Omega-Hood privileges, but Adam wasn’t about to take the easy way out.
His tired eyes, heavy with a burden that seemed older than his years, found his reflection in the cracked mirror propped on top of the drawers. The fissure ran down the left side, spider-webbing across the surface, distorting his already grim visage. Adam stared at himself, a grunt rumbling in his chest. Nothing had changed in the passing years; his skin remained ashen, his eyes still a lifeless grey, and his hair, brittle and dull, like leaves about to crumble in the wind. Beauty had eluded him, like the sun had missed him entirely while showering its warmth on the newborn Phoenix eggs.
His gaze drifted to the old, tattered calendar taped back together and hanging limply on the wall. His eyes were immediately drawn to the red mark on today's date, a small but significant reminder.
"Officially, I'm twenty," he murmured, pulling the stick from his mouth and holding it up to the dim light filtering through his dirty window. The glass was so filthy that even if it were the brightest, sunniest day, the view outside would still seem drab and lifeless.
The stick revealed four little green lines, and Adam let out a sigh of relief. "Perfect. My heat's over."
He tossed the stick into the trash bin with a flick of his wrist and turned his attention back to the remnants of his nest. He had already begun dismantling it, pillows and sheets scattered carelessly from his restless sleep. It looked forlorn and abandoned now, a poor excuse for what a Phoenix nest was supposed to be. His mother, may her soul rest in peace, would surely be turning in her grave at the sight of it. Adam couldn't help but feel the weight of her disapproval, even from beyond.
Ruffling his sweat-dampened hair, Adam felt the burn in his arms and legs as he began the tedious task of cleaning up after his heat. Each movement was a reminder of the exhaustion that still clung to his bones, but he pressed on, gathering up the nest he had meticulously built. Quilts, blankets, and pillows—all the soft, comforting things he had surrounded himself with—were tossed into the laundry basket, destined for a much-needed wash later today. The bed was next, stripped of its sheets with a practiced efficiency. He unclipped the Omega mattress protector, scrunching it into a ball before shoving it into a trash bag, another item to discard when he had the strength to face the world outside his small flat.
The air was thick with the remnants of his heat, a musky scent that clung stubbornly to the walls and furniture. Adam grabbed the air freshener, spraying it liberally around the cramped space, as if trying to erase every trace of the past week. He threw open the small, barely functional windows, letting the stale air escape, carried away by the weak breeze that drifted in from the city.
By the time he was done, the clock was inching towards noon, and the mated pair upstairs were still lost in their passionate tangle. The Omega’s moans and whimpers echoed through the thin ceiling, a constant reminder of what Adam had yet to experience. He found the Omega undeniably cute, with a charm that tugged at something deep inside him, but no matter how attractive he found them, the endless stream of exotic cries grated on his nerves. It was hard to ignore, and harder still to find any solace in it.
Eager to wash away the remnants of his heat, Adam stepped into his tiny, run-down shower. The water, predictably cold, cascaded over his body, but he didn’t mind. The chill was invigorating, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat that had consumed him for days. He scrubbed his skin, rough and thorough, determined to rid himself of the sweat and Omega fluids that clung to him like an unwanted second skin. He twisted and arched his back, trying to work out the knots that had formed during his restless sleep. The cheap soap and shampoo did little to soothe his senses, but it was enough to make him feel somewhat human again.
Stepping out, Adam shivered as the cold air hit his damp skin, but he knew it wouldn’t last. Even as an unburned Phoenix, the flame within his chest would soon chase away the chill, warming him from the inside out. His eyes caught his reflection in the mirror again, and a grimace tugged at his lips. He looked like a drowned rat, his hair plastered to his face in wet, lifeless strands, the same dull, powdery grey that never seemed to change.
But as always, after his heat, his hands drifted to his chest, pressing against the spot where his Phoenix flame resided. A shudder rippled through him, his entire body prickling with the memory of a boy who had once promised to mate him. The boy had touched him there, right over the flame, as if to reassure himself that it was still burning inside Adam, still waiting for the day it would ignite into something more.
A sigh escaped Adam's lips, the sound heavy with the weight of unspoken longing and unfulfilled promises.
The boy had vowed to mate with Adam when they both came of age, promising that Adam would never have to 'die alone' as he had always feared. Adam had been utterly captivated, lost in the daze of the boy’s pheromones that clung to him like a second skin for a full six months before they finally faded away. When Adam returned home that evening, his clan had been mildly surprised by the unusual scent lingering on him, but when the boy failed to make another appearance, they dismissed it as a fleeting act of pity. A moment of kindness from someone who, perhaps, simply felt sorry for him.
It was a thought that haunted Adam daily. Had the boy truly only felt sorry for him? The exchange of scents, though powerful, was harmless before the age of eighteen, a promise that only became permanent with the passage into adulthood. But the boy had never returned, not even when Adam crossed that crucial threshold into his eighteenth year. Eventually, the hope that had once flickered so brightly inside him dimmed until it was nothing more than a dying ember. It had been a lovely dream, a beautiful fantasy.
But Adam would never forget the boy. He had been mesmerizing, almost otherworldly. Adam had always believed the boy to be a young Naga, certain of it because of the serpentine tongue, the sharp fangs, and the tail that marked his kind. But after leaving Eden on his eighteenth birthday—driven by a desperate need to escape the suffocating presence of his family—Adam had encountered countless Nagas. Some were nearly as beautiful as the boy, but they all shared the same dark, muted colours: deep emeralds, midnight blues, and such dark reds that they bordered on black. Not one of them had the vibrant, luminous hues that the boy possessed. Nor did they bear a single feather.
This discrepancy troubled Adam deeply. He had scoured the ancient tomes in Pentagram City’s library, searching through histories and bestiaries, trying to identify what breed the boy might have been, but the answer remained elusive. The few times he had been brave enough to describe the boy to someone else, they had looked at him as though he had lost his mind. The disbelief in their eyes stung, and eventually, Adam stopped speaking about the mystery boy altogether. He forced himself to write it off as a fleeting encounter with a kind stranger who had noticed a child’s tears and acted on a momentary impulse.
Even so, the memory lingered, like a thorn embedded too deep to remove without drawing blood. The boy’s ethereal beauty, his enchanting presence, where things Adam could never fully let go of, no matter how much he tried to convince himself it was all just a dream.
Shaking off the lingering thoughts, Adam hurried out of his cramped bathroom and began dressing in clean clothes. He glanced at the overflowing laundry basket and groaned deeply. He hated this part—washing everything after his heat was not only a tedious chore but also an expensive one. It would cost him nearly fifty marrows, almost half of his paycheck, a price that weighed heavily on him. But he had no choice. He needed those fabrics, especially with summer approaching. If he went back into heat without them, it would be disastrous.
Dressed in an oversized green and red sweater that reminded him of the mystery boy’s feathers, and a pair of worn leggings, Adam grabbed the laundry basket with a firm grip and left his flat. He walked briskly, hoping to avoid running into the persistent Minotaur Alpha who prowled the apartment building. The Alpha had pursued Adam relentlessly, ignoring every rejection. His advances were aggressive, his intentions clear, but Adam knew better than to fall for the ploys of someone who only saw him as a conquest.
As an untouched Omega, Adam naturally emitted a scent that drew potential mates, especially other Omegas. Unfortunately, it mostly attracted the wrong kind—lowlifes who didn’t care about his failed Phoenix status. Respectful Alphas, Omegas, or even Betas wouldn’t approach someone like him. They knew better.
Relief washed over him as he entered the building’s laundry room and found it blessedly empty. Not even another Omega was using the machines. Perfect. This meant he could finish quickly and get back to the safety of his flat. He chose the washing machine in the farthest corner, placing his basket on top of the worn, cream-pink dispenser box, and then turned to survey the Omega laundry products.
There were countless options, each one more expensive than the last. Omegas required their fabrics to be soft, cuddly, and soothing to their sensitive skin, but this necessity came at a painful cost. Times like these made Adam wish he had presented as a regular Beta instead. As he scanned the shelves, his lips twisted into a frustrated pout. He clicked a few buttons on the dispenser, scrolling through strips of powders, washing cubes, and other options until he finally reached the heat detergent.
His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the updated price, disbelief flooding his system.
"They raised the price again?" he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. His fingers twitched as he pulled out his battered wallet, prying it open to count his meagre supply of marrows. "I can afford it... but it's going to make things tight until my next pay check..."
With a resigned sigh, Adam slipped the necessary marrows into the slot. The price was almost three-quarters of his pay, leaving him with barely enough to survive. He would have to go without food for a few days, but this was a non-negotiable expense. If he didn't wash his things, he wouldn't be able to face another heat, let alone the encroaching winter.
Reluctantly, Adam fed the shards of bone marrow into the machine and began the laborious task of washing the fabrics that had formed his nest. It took a few hours, each minute dragging by as he waited for the cycle to complete. Once finished, he practically ran back to his flat, the weight of his cleaned belongings both a comfort and a reminder of the price he had paid.
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The air in Pentagram City hung dry and brittle, a result of the relentless drought that preceded the looming summer. Unlike the rest of the world, their seasons defied reason—twelve months without a drop of rain, only to be drenched by a year's worth of torrential downpours over two relentless months. Beneath the city's surface, a labyrinth of ancient tunnels crisscrossed, designed to collect and distribute this precious deluge throughout the city. Or so they claimed. But the truth behind Pentagram City's water supply held darker secrets.
Adam’s gaze was drawn irresistibly to the temple at the city’s heart, a monolithic structure that dominated the landscape, casting a permanent shadow over the five points of the city. It was an ominous sentinel, its presence forbidding and absolute. No one dared approach the temple. The stones that formed its foundation were hallowed, forbidden to be tread upon by any living soul. The city’s construction ended abruptly in the temple’s vicinity, leaving a barren expanse marked by ancient altars and crumbling pillars—sacrificial grounds that held the weight of centuries-old rituals.
Adam swallowed hard as he stood at the very edge of the city’s bounds, staring into the desolate expanse of the sacrificial lands. Though he had never witnessed a sacrifice, the grim tales and ironclad rules had been seared into his consciousness, an unshakeable knowledge that permeated every citizen's bone and blood. The time for a sacrificial offering was fast approaching, an event anticipated by every inhabitant of the city with a mix of dread and resignation. No one knew who would be chosen, but the offering was essential, a grim necessity to appease the ruler—the unseen protector of Pentagram City. A pact had been forged between the temple and the city’s founders centuries ago, a contract written in blood and shadow.
Adam bit his bottom lip, turning away from the looming temple. His gaze shifted to the stone statues that lined the boundary walls, their presence a silent warning to all who might dare to trespass into the sacrificial lands. The statues varied in form—some were massive, hulking figures with jagged edges, while others were small, smooth, and eerily delicate. The memory of the first time he had seen them remained vivid; a moment of sheer terror etched permanently into his mind.
The first time Adam had laid eyes on the God that watched over Pentagram City—the ancient protector who demanded sacrificial blood in exchange for life-giving water—he had nearly fainted. The memory of that moment still haunted him, a visceral experience that defied explanation. When he saw the statue, it was as though the earth had trembled beneath him, his vision blurring as a wave of fear and awe coursed through him.
And yet, as always, Adam found himself drawn to the carved effigy, like a moth helplessly circling a flame. A dull ache burned in his chest, and an elusive pressure gnawed at the edges of his mind, just beyond his grasp. The God of Pentagram City was a force unlike any other, a being so powerful that the temple had sprung into existence by mere thought alone. Crafted from massive stones of gold, ruby, and black, the temple was adorned with seven hidden emeralds beneath its foundation and seven more atop its spires. Legend held that the stones beneath connected to the world beneath the sea, where creation itself was born and where it would inevitably end. The stones above were said to channel the light of the heavens. Their God, a serpent-like entity, could move effortlessly between these realms, bringing with it waves of unnatural energy that pulsed through the city.
The God’s form was a blend of the serpentine and the divine—a colossal snake with wings lining its back, a face somewhere between a dragon’s and a bird’s. Feathers carved from stone trailed down its head, looping up its immense wings and down its tail, which ended in twin rattles. The underbelly was a shield of impenetrable scales. Though countless paintings and toys depicted the God’s likeness, none truly captured its terrifying presence. It had been over ten thousand years since the last blood sacrifice, but the signs were clear. The city was drier than ever, and the skies refused to yield rain. The God’s return was imminent, and with it, the cycle of sacrifices would begin anew. Only when the quota was met would the serpent God spread its wings and allow the rains to fall again, ensuring Pentagram City’s protection for another era.
Adam raised a hand, tentatively reaching toward one of the six feathered wings carved into the stone. This was why people thought he was mad. The mysterious boy who had once vowed to mate with him had a striking resemblance to their God—a likeness that seemed impossible. The God was not a mere boy, and it certainly had six wings. Adam’s mother had been furious when he refused to admit he had invented the boy, but he hadn’t! The boy was real. But Adam’s stubborn belief had only brought shame upon his family, leading his mother to commit an unforgivable act.
“What are you doing?” a sharp voice cut through his thoughts.
Adam recoiled, his hand snapping back as if stung by the very air. His cheeks burned with a deep, humiliating flush, his fingers twisting together in a desperate attempt to contain his nerves. He forced a wide, exaggerated grin onto his face, though it wavered at the edges, barely masking his unease as the figure approached. “Nothing! Just admiring our lord and saviour!” he blurted, the words tumbling out too fast, too forced.
Lilith’s gaze was as sharp as a blade, slicing through his facade with terrifying ease. “I’ve told you never to touch those,” she hissed, her voice cold and unforgiving. The intensity of her glare made Adam instinctively step back, his bravado crumbling. “This isn’t just about your twisted obsession with our Deity. No one is allowed to touch the statues of Quetzalcoatl.”
Adam’s eyes flicked to the statues, their stone faces impassive, indifferent to his suffering. A heavy sigh escaped him, his shoulders slumping as he wilted under Lilith’s icy disapproval. The guards stationed nearby seemed to close in, their presence suffocating. They were there to ensure that no one, not even a fool like Adam, would defile the sacred ground. The punishment for such a transgression was brutal, swift—beheading by the very guards who now watched him with thinly veiled contempt.
Lilith’s voice cut through the tense air, her frustration palpable. “I’m tired of turning a blind eye,” she growled, her tone low and dangerous. “Our past can only shield you for so long, Adam. One day, someone else will be on duty, and they won’t hesitate to take your head off.”
Desperation clawed at Adam, and he forced a teasing smile onto his face, though it felt more like a grimace. “Have I mentioned how sexy you are when you’re angry?” he quipped, his voice strained, pleading for a reaction that would soften the moment.
Lilith’s expression twisted in disgust. “Not even in your nightmares,” she spat, her words like poison.
Adam flinched but pushed forward, clinging to the hope that something, anything, could pierce her icy exterior. “Why not?” he asked, his voice trembling with the weight of his hope.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Lilith replied, her tone colder than ever. Her icy-blue eyes raked over him, each glance a cut. “Who would ever consider dating a burnout like you? You’re not even a real Phoenix.”
The words struck him like a physical blow, but Adam forced himself to keep smiling. He fumbled in his pocket, his hands shaking, and pulled out a small, sparkling stone. “I found something for you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It reminded me of you.”
Lilith’s gaze hardened as she stared at the stone, her lips curling into a sneer. “I don’t want it. Why would I ever want something as tacky as that?”
Adam’s hand trembled violently now as he looked down at the stone, once so beautiful in his eyes. “I thought it was stunning,” he murmured, his voice hollow.
“It’s ugly,” Lilith snapped, her tone biting. “How many times do I have to tell you? I would never be interested in someone like you. I would never want you as my Omega. You’re pathetic, Adam. The other guards laugh at you every time they see you hanging around here, clinging to some delusion that I’d ever want to court you.”
Adam’s breath caught in his throat, his vision blurring as he glanced back at the stone still in his hand. His arm, outstretched, felt frozen in time, a painful reminder of his foolish hopes. The whispers and sneers of the guards behind him echoed in his ears, a cruel chorus of his failure.
Lilith’s expression twisted into something darker as she snatched the stone from his hand, her nails scraping painfully against his skin. She held it up, barely glancing at it before locking her icy-blue eyes onto his. “This,” she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain, “is a terrible courting gift. If you were serious about trying to court me—which is laughable, by the way—this wouldn’t even scratch the surface of what’s required for the mating ritual. You’re the laughingstock of Pentagram City, Adam.”
“I-I…” Adam stammered, his heart constricting as Lilith carelessly tossed the stone over the wall of statues. It vanished in an instant, out of reach, gone forever.
Lilith’s patience snapped as she bared her fangs at him, stepping forward with a predatory grace. Her Alpha pheromones filled the air, suffocating him, forcing him to stumble back. “You can’t even handle a fully grown Alpha’s pheromones,” she snarled, her voice a low growl. “How could you ever hope to satisfy someone like me? And what’s worse, you’re not even a full Phoenix, Adam. There’s no passion in you, no true flame. You’re burnt out before you’ve even had a chance to ignite.”
Adam’s breath hitched, his world spinning as her words carved into him, each one leaving a deep, festering wound.
“We would never have worked,” Lilith continued, her voice unyielding. “I deserve better. So much better than… whatever you are.” With a sharp, decisive movement, she slammed her spear into the ground, the sound reverberating through the tense air. Her icy-blue eyes bore into him, and when Adam finally broke, bowing his head in submission, she relented with a sigh, almost rolling her eyes as she pressed her fingertips to her forehead.
“Adam, I get it,” she said, her voice softening slightly, but the damage was done. “I understand why you’re clinging to me. When we were children, I was your only friend, the only one who showed you kindness. I know how that must have seemed to you.”
Lilith paused, her expression hardening as if she were chiseling Adam’s fate in stone. “But you must accept it was a mistake, a misunderstanding. There’s nothing here for you, Adam. Nothing but pain.”
“We could never coexist together. Never. We are too different.” She clicked her tongue and took a step back, straightening her lean, sturdy form. Her body was a study in contrasts, her small waist giving way to thick, powerful hips and thighs that hinted at her lethal strength. Her chest was well-formed, her long golden hair streaked with black and grey that framed her face before fading back into gold. She was every inch the warrior, her beauty a deceptive mask for the predator beneath. “Maybe, if you had successfully burned as a Phoenix, there might have been a slim possibility. But since you haven’t, there is none at all. Absolutely nothing. We are far too different, and I am expected to birth strong offspring. My children are destined to continue the line of guardians for Quetzalcoatl’s temple.”
Her eyes locked onto Adam’s once more, and this time, he could see the sharp black slits within them, smaller blue eyes nestled within her primary ones, giving her a monstrous, otherworldly appearance. “Any offspring of yours would only bring shame and dishonor to my clan. Any children you produced with me would die the moment they left the nest, and I cannot bring such a curse upon my people.”
Adam swallowed hard, his lips trembling as he forced them into a tight, thin line. He nodded sharply, the truth of her words cutting deep. Lilith’s lineage was one of power, a female-only breed brought to life by Quetzalcoatl’s own webbing. They were guardians, trained from birth to fight and kill any who threatened their sacred charge. Adam had never seen Lilith’s true form, but he had glimpsed the warriors of Jorōgumo—deadly, alluring creatures who could transform from innocent beauty into deadly predator in the blink of an eye. They lured the unsuspecting with sweetness, only to devour them whole.
As a child, Adam had believed that Lilith cared for him, at least a little. She had never tried to devour him, never tried to ensnare him in her web like so many of her sisters and kin would have done to their ‘friends.’ She had been dismissive, yes, but she had also spent countless hours with him after he began venturing outside Eden. She had never once tried to lure him with sweet words or false promises, never tried to trick him into her web to be consumed. Adam had taken it as a sign that he was special, that their connection was special. But now, as her words sank in, he realized the truth: Lilith’s indifference was not a mark of affection, but of disinterest.
A true sign of love among the Jorōgumo was to be devoured after mating, to become sustenance for the next generation.
“I’m sorry,” Adam whispered weakly, the words barely audible over the roar of his own despair.
Lilith scoffed, her grip tightening around her spear. “Don’t be sorry. Just leave me alone. You’ve never been worth anything to me, let alone as a mate. Get your head out of the clouds.”
Adam nodded, a slow, defeated motion. He had hoped, perhaps against reason, that she might say something more, that there might be some spark of tenderness, however small. But Lilith’s icy-blue eyes remained fixed on him, glaring with a finality that chilled him to the bone. Realizing she had finished with him, that she needed him to leave, Adam offered a sheepish smile, his last shred of dignity, before scrambling past her and fleeing toward the city.
His eyes flickered to the other Jorōgumo women watching him, each one a vision of lethal beauty with golden and red curls framing faces of icy-blue indifference. Their gazes trailed after him, uninterested, as they began to whisper amongst themselves. He could feel their mocking laughter, even though they barely acknowledged his existence.
“I’m not gonna cry,” Adam muttered to himself, his voice breaking as he forced his legs to move faster. “I’m not gonna cry.”
But the pain clawed at him, a raw wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. The Jorōgumo were a dominant breed, their ranks filled with Alphas and few Omegas. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t disguise themselves as an Omega to lure their prey. It hurt more than he could bear to know that Lilith, the one he had foolishly hoped might see something in him, viewed him as nothing more than a speck of dirt on her perfectly polished boot.
“It hurts,” he whispered, his breath hitching as he ran, the snickers of the Jorōgumo echoing in his mind. “It hurts so much.”
“I’m not gonna cry,” he repeated, the mantra hollow and meaningless as the tears he refused to shed stung his eyes.
"Luci !" Adam moans as his fists hold the sheets tight, sweat dripping off his flushed skin as he screams . Begging for mercy as the devil's tongue, flicked his clit his small hand pumping his leaking cock .
The devil smirks how wet his mate was, juices dripping over his face as he kept licking and tasting .
Adam felt himself coming closer to his climax, screaming as his body shakes as he comes . Shooting all over Lucifer's head, but neither cared for the moment . As Adam locks his legs over Lucifer's head, bringing the other Omega closer to his dripping cunt ."Luci !" Adam cries his tits bouncing with his movement, he starts crying as the flush went all over his body .
It took a minute before Adam opens his legs again, feeling sensitive as he cries softly ."So cute !" The older Omega said to his younger mate ."My dear Omega, only mine to see !"
Adam yelps as Lucifer works up his dick again, it only took a few seconds but he was hard again .
Damn his fucking heat !
"Such a good Omega ~" Lucifer purrs giving it a kiss ."For good luck ." He winks as Adam blushes ."Idiot .. You are enjoying this waayyyy ! ... Aah oooh !" Adam again was a moaning mess, as Lucifer pushed his cock into his pussy .
"Damn thick as always ! ~ Fuck !" His own face flushed gold, as he slams his hips down fast and hard ."I never get enough of this Adam ! You are mine ! Only mine you hear ! I fucking kill you myself if you find an other !"
Adam could not hear anymore as the pleasure took over, having the devil whisper sweet psychopathic nothings in your didn't help .
Lucifer was loving every moment of it, his own tits bouncing up as he moans like a street whore (bet he even bring Angel to shame)
His pussy was so wet and tight, Adam knows he won't last long ."Fuck ! None of these damn Alphas could get me off, not even fucking Lilith ! Only you ! Only you my sweet Adam !"
"Luci !" Adam pushed his hips up meeting Lucifer's, pushing his cock deeper in almost hitting Lucifer's womb .
"Adam !"
"Luci !"
They came hard as Lucifer came all over Adam's tits, as the other Omega came deep inside of him .
So hot and heavy it made Lucifer insane, as he purrs how full he felt .
Lucifer fell on top of him, his own cum felt already cold to his chest ."I love you .." He whispers .
Adam could hear it this time ."Love you too ..."
(@rainforestakiie so what do you think ? 👉🏻👈🏻👀 it's been so long I written smut, but I felt motivated by your Omega x Omega adamsapple so ..)
i was travelling for 12 hours yesterday! i really wanted bonfire to be finished but i think there will be one final part! this is just finishing up what lucifer did! you might be pissed off with him here and if you are pissed off with him but also pity him a littl ~ i have succeded as a writer!
also @inubaki will you tell me now ? :(
Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03 - Part 04
@adamsappleweek
Okay, maybe he was being unfair. Maybe he was being more than unfair—he was being mean, even cruel. But Lucifer couldn’t help it. The anger inside him was burning so fiercely it felt like it might tear him apart from the inside out. And underneath that rage was something much darker, more suffocating: jealousy. Bitter, gnawing jealousy that consumed him every time he saw the way Adam’s eyes lit up when he talked about Lute.
Why? Lucifer thought, his heart twisting painfully. Why is Adam so obsessed with her?
He doesn’t need her. He’s never needed anyone else but me. It had always been just the two of them, hadn’t it? They had made it through everything together—through childhood, through the awkward teenage years, through heartbreak and loneliness. Lucifer had been there through it all, always by Adam’s side, always the one Adam turned to. They didn’t need anyone else.
But now... now there was Lute. This Alpha with her punk attitude, her cool smirk, and her stupid band. And Adam couldn’t stop talking about her. It made Lucifer’s blood boil. Every time Adam brought her up, it was like a knife twisting deeper into his chest.
He didn’t even care about Lute. He didn’t care if she liked him, or if she texted him all the time, or even if she started following him around like a lost puppy. The only thing that mattered was Adam. Adam was his. He had always been his, hadn’t he? And now, it felt like Adam was slipping through his fingers, being pulled away by someone who didn’t even know him, not really. Not the way Lucifer did.
Lucifer sat in his now-empty living room, staring at the locked door to Adam’s bedroom. The echo of their argument still hung in the air, the words they had thrown at each other sharp and jagged, leaving invisible wounds that bled between them. Adam had never locked him out before. Never. Even in their worst fights, even when they were kids and one of them got angry, they always made up. They always found their way back to each other.
But this time felt different. It felt... final.
Lucifer’s phone buzzed again. Another message from Lute. She was waiting for him, excited about the bonfire. And for a moment, Lucifer thought about blowing her off, about telling her he wasn’t coming, about staying right here and waiting for Adam to unlock that door, to let him back in. But what good would that do? Adam had asked for space. Adam had locked him out.
Lucifer's chest tightened, his throat constricting painfully as he realized that, for the first time in his life, Adam had shut him out completely. And he didn’t know how to handle that. He didn’t know what to do with the emptiness it left behind.
Maybe that was why he had lashed out so harshly. Why he had thrown those cruel words at Adam, hoping that they’d bring him back, hoping that they’d make Adam see how much he needed him, how much he depended on their connection. But instead, it had only pushed Adam further away.
Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his mistake settle over him like a heavy blanket. He hadn’t meant to hurt Adam. Not really. He just didn’t know how to handle this—this feeling of losing him. Of being replaced. He didn’t know how to make Adam see that no one could ever understand him the way Lucifer did, that no one would ever care for him the way Lucifer had always cared.
His phone buzzed again, and this time, Lucifer stared at it, at Lute’s message, for a long moment. Maybe if he kept playing this game, if he kept Lute close, it would distract him from the ache in his chest. Maybe if he let her think she was winning him over, it would make everything feel less... empty.
He glanced at the locked door once more, a bitter taste in his mouth. He hated that he had hurt Adam. Hated that Adam had hurt him in return. But right now, he didn’t know how to fix it. And maybe, for just tonight, he didn’t want to. Maybe he wanted to forget about the pain and jealousy swirling inside him, if only for a few hours.
Lucifer typed out a quick message to Lute, confirming he’d meet her at the bonfire. She responded instantly, her excitement practically leaping off the screen. He knew what he was doing—knew this would only make things worse between him and Adam. But he couldn’t stop himself. Maybe, just for tonight, he needed the distraction. He needed to feel like he was still in control of something, anything.
But as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, Lucifer couldn’t shake the feeling that, with every step he took toward Lute, he was stepping further away from Adam. And that thought... that thought broke his heart more than he wanted to admit.
Lucifer glanced back at Adam’s locked door one final time before leaving the dorm, his heart aching with every step. The silence from behind that door felt heavier than the night sky above, a quiet reminder of the growing distance between them. The hallway seemed longer, emptier, without Adam by his side. He had always been there, hadn’t he? Always close, always within reach. But now… now it felt like Adam was slipping away, like sand falling through his fingers, and Lucifer didn’t know how to stop it.
He walked slowly down the street toward the open field where the bonfire ritual was held every year, the cool autumn air brushing against his skin. He wasn’t in any rush. He had no real desire to meet Lute. He certainly didn’t plan on anything serious with her, not in the way people might assume. The only person he would ever willingly give himself to, body and soul, was Adam. And the thought of anyone else touching him felt wrong—empty, even.
Lucifer sighed deeply, a pout forming on his lips as he let himself drift into the fantasy that always lingered in the back of his mind: Adam at his side.
They would walk together, hands intertwined, fingers softly brushing as they swung between them. He imagined the warmth of Adam’s skin, the familiar scent that always calmed him, that grounded him. The thought made him hum softly, a dreamy moan escaping his lips as his mind painted a picture of the two of them, not just friends, but partners—walking through the cool night air toward the bonfire.
They would dance beneath the stars, their bodies swaying in perfect sync. They’d exchange apple cider and laughter, their hands finding one another again and again, seeking comfort and familiarity in every touch. And later, much later, they’d sit by the glowing embers of the fire, sharing an apple under the moonlight, sealing their fates together. The crown of red carnations and apples, a symbol of love and devotion, would rest on his golden hair, only to be shared with Adam—the only one who had ever mattered.
But as the warmth of the fantasy wrapped around him, Lucifer forced himself to stop. His heart clenched painfully in his chest, and he bit down hard on his lip to keep from whimpering. There was no use in dreaming of a future that Adam didn’t even want. And as much as he longed for that closeness, for Adam to be his in every way, Lucifer couldn’t change the reality that stretched between them like a yawning chasm.
“Hello, Lucifer,” came a voice from the side, pulling him back to the present. Old Betty stood by the water’s edge, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked him over.
Lucifer nodded at her out of respect, though his heart wasn’t in it.
“Evening, Betty," he greeted, his voice tight, his smile strained.
Betty frowned, glancing behind him as if expecting someone else. “No Adam again, I see?”
The mention of Adam brought an immediate sting to Lucifer’s chest, his frown deepening.
“Adam’s sick,” he lied, his voice colder than he intended. “He was going to come with me, but he couldn’t make it.”
Betty clicked her tongue in disapproval, shaking her head as she adjusted the crown she held for him.
“Kids these days,” she muttered. “A little cold and it’s the end of the world.”
Lucifer felt his temper flare, the urge to snap at her almost overwhelming.
She doesn’t understand, he thought bitterly, but he bit back the retort, forcing his face into a neutral expression as Betty placed the red carnations and apple crown on his head. It felt heavier than it should have, a weight that pressed down on him with the reminder of everything he didn’t have.
"Now remember," Betty began, her voice instructive as she wove the crown through his golden hair, "This crown stays on until you share the apple with your chosen partner. Only then do you take it off."
Lucifer barely heard her, the words meaningless in the sea of emotions swirling inside him. He gave a curt nod, rolling his eyes when her back was turned. As he walked away, he could hear the murmurs of disapproval behind him, the whispers about him being the strangest omega the town had ever seen. He should have let their words roll off his back, but tonight, they stung.
Maybe it’s true, he thought bitterly. Maybe I am strange. Maybe that’s why Adam doesn’t want me anymore.
Lucifer’s steps slowed as he reached the open field, his gaze drawn to the happy omegas fluttering about, their laughter and excitement filling the air as they rushed to find someone to connect with. The sight only deepened his sense of isolation, of not belonging. How he hated it—hated the rituals, hated the expectations, hated how everyone seemed so happy while he stood there, miserable and alone.
“Lucifer!” A voice cut through the crowd, bright and excited. He groaned inwardly.
Lute’s voice rang out again, louder this time. “Lucifer! Over here!”
He forced a smile, slipping the mask back on, his charm dialed up as he turned toward her. The way Lute’s cheeks flushed when she saw him told him it was working. He took a moment to observe her crown—peaches and daisies, an odd choice but fitting for her.
Not like it mattered, he reminded himself. Lute wasn’t the one he wanted.
“Hello, Lute,” he chimed smoothly, his voice warm and inviting despite the emptiness he felt inside.
Lute beamed as she approached him, stopping just in front of him with an excited gleam in her eyes.
“I’m so happy you invited me,” she said, almost shyly. “I thought you weren’t going to.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Lucifer lied effortlessly, though his heart wasn’t in it.
All he could think about was Adam. What was he doing now? Was he thinking about Lucifer at all? Did he miss him the way Lucifer missed him, or was he glad for the distance? The thought of Adam sitting alone in his room, the door still locked between them, twisted the knife in his chest even deeper.
This was supposed to be our night, Lucifer thought bitterly. Not hers.
Lucifer turned on the charm, effortlessly slipping into the role he had mastered so well. He smiled sweetly, batting his long lashes in just the right way, and laughed softly whenever Lute said something even mildly amusing. He stood close, letting his hand brush hers, and watched with quiet satisfaction as her cheeks flushed a deeper red each time. It was all too easy, even if his heart wasn’t in it—especially because his heart wasn’t in it.
Lute was kind. She was attentive and sweet, always trying to understand him. That much Lucifer couldn’t deny. But when she asked, “Have I proven myself to you yet?”
A flicker of confusion flashed across his mind.
Prove herself?
He struggled to remember, before it clicked—oh, right. He had made her believe she had to prove she wasn’t like other alphas.
His lips curved into a grin, and he let his eyes widen in that big, innocent way he knew always worked.
“Yes,” he said, nodding. “You have. You’re not like other alphas at all.”
Lute beamed at the compliment, her whole face lighting up as if he had just given her the world.
“I’m glad,” she said, stepping a little closer. “Would it be alright if I asked what bad experience you had with an alpha? I want to know what hurt you.”
Lucifer hesitated for a split second, but the lie rolled off his tongue with practiced ease.
“There was an alpha I really liked,” he said, his voice dropping, soft and wounded. “But they hid who they really were. They were cruel to me… hurt me.”
He wrapped his arms around himself, as if shielding his body from invisible bruises. His eyes fell to the ground, and he rubbed his arms for dramatic effect.
Lute’s expression softened instantly, her eyes wide with concern and sadness.
“I’m so sorry, Lucifer,” she whispered. “I would never do that to you. Can I… can I hug you?”
Lucifer forced a shy nod, and Lute gently pulled him into her arms. Her hands curled awkwardly around him, her grip uncertain. It wasn’t right. The hug felt uncomfortable, cold, and stiff. There was none of the warmth he craved, none of the sense of belonging he always felt in Adam’s arms. But Lucifer played along, letting out a fake sigh of relief, pretending to melt into the embrace.
It’s not like Adam’s hugs, he thought, bitterness rising in his throat. Adam’s hugs were soft, secure, home.
Lute’s embrace felt like he was trying to fit into something that wasn’t made for him. It left him hollow and empty.
“Thank you,” Lucifer muttered hastily, pulling back quicker than he intended. Lute smiled brightly, oblivious to his discomfort, and took his hand. Her fingers were warm, but they didn’t ignite the same fire that Adam’s touch always did.
She stepped closer, her breath soft against his cheek.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Lucifer’s heart stilled in his chest, his lips parting in shock.
Kiss?
His mind raced. He didn’t want this. He wanted his first kiss to be with Adam—only with Adam. That moment, that intimacy, was something he had always saved for him. No one else.
“I… uh…” he stuttered, his voice trembling, his body frozen with panic. But before he could say no, before he could push her away, Lute leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut.
Lucifer barely had time to react before her lips pressed against his. His eyes widened in horror as the kiss landed on his mouth, her lips warm but all wrong.
This isn’t right. This isn’t Adam.
His body went rigid, every part of him screaming in protest. And then, over her shoulder, he saw him.
“Adam,” he gasped, the name slipping from his lips as soon as Lute pulled back.
Adam stood at the edge of the field, his face unreadable, but the hurt in his eyes unmistakable.
“Adam, wait!” Lucifer called out, panic flooding his chest as Adam turned to walk away.
Without thinking, Lucifer pushed past Lute, desperate to reach him.
“Adam!” he yelled again, his voice cracking with desperation. But before he could get far, Lute grabbed his arm.
“Lucifer, what’s going on?” she asked, concern evident in her tone.
“Adam saw us,” Lucifer panted, his heart pounding in his chest. “He saw us kiss—”
Lute’s eyes widened with understanding.
“Oh,” she whispered, guilt flashing across her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
Yanking his arm free from her grip, Lucifer spun around to face her, his anger bubbling to the surface.
“You’ve been ignoring him for weeks!” he snapped. “And now you didn’t mean to hurt him?”
Lute looked stricken, taken aback by the accusation. “It wasn’t like that,” she stammered. “I just… I liked you so much, Lucifer. I didn’t think Adam would mind. He’s still my friend.”
Lucifer’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.
“This won’t work,” he said, his voice sharp. “Adam’s my best friend. He means everything to me. I can’t be with the alpha he likes.”
The words twisted painfully inside him, the bitter taste of them making him want to scream.
The alpha Adam likes. It felt like a knife to the chest. He didn’t want Adam to like anyone but him.
Lute’s eyes widened in shock.
“What?” she gasped. “So you’re going to break this off because of Adam? If he’s really your friend, he’d understand.”
Lucifer puffed his cheeks, stubbornness and frustration clashing inside him.
“He’s hurt!” he yelled. “I don’t want to hurt him even more! Can you imagine what it’s like to watch the person you care about with someone else? I won’t do that to him!”
Lute blinked, her mouth opening and closing as if she hadn’t considered that possibility. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, and she looked away, swallowing hard.
“You’re right…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “We can’t be together. It would hurt Adam too much.”
Lucifer felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in her voice, but it was quickly swallowed by the overwhelming need to find Adam.
“I didn’t mean to…” Lute’s voice trembled; her eyes filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to lead him on.”
Lucifer’s eyes flashed with anger.
“Of course not,” he said sharply. “Alphas wouldn’t dare do such a thing, would they?”
Lute recoiled at his sarcasm, and for a brief moment, silence hung between them like a heavy weight. Without another word, Lucifer turned on his heel, heart pounding, and ran after Adam. He had to make this right. He’ll forgive me again. Adam has too, just like before.
Lucifer clung to the belief like a lifeline—Adam will forgive him. Just like before, when Lilith came between them. Adam had forgiven him then, hadn't he? Because Adam always forgave him. Because their connection was different, deeper than anything anyone else could understand. They were bound to each other, always meant to find their way back no matter what. Adam has to forgive me... he always does.
But even as Lucifer tried to convince himself of this, there was a knot in his chest tightening with every step he took. A small, creeping doubt slithered into his heart, whispering that maybe this time was different.
His boots kicked up dust as he stumbled across the open field, the flickering light of the bonfire casting long shadows across the couples gathering close around it. He moved quickly, his eyes darting from face to face, frantically searching for him. He barely registered the alphas and betas who called out to him, their voices drowned by the panic thudding in his ears. He brushed past them, ignoring their curious glances and warm greetings, his mind only on Adam.
Each second that passed without finding him felt like a lifetime. His throat burned with the unspoken words, with the desperate apology he needed to give. But more than anything, he just wanted to see Adam’s face. To see him smile, even just a little. To hear him say that everything was going to be okay, like he always did.
But what if this time… what if Adam didn’t say that? What if Lucifer had pushed too far this time?
He swallowed hard, his chest heaving with the weight of that thought. No, he couldn't think that way. Adam had to forgive him. He always forgave him, didn’t he? He couldn’t stand the idea of a world where Adam didn't come back to him. Where Adam shut him out for good.
The bonfire roared higher as the evening pressed on, and the warmth from the flames licked at Lucifer’s skin, but he felt cold inside. His stomach twisted painfully as he caught sight of couples exchanging crowns, sharing their apples, sealing their fates together in front of the blazing fire. It should’ve been him and Adam, sitting together by the flames, hands entwined, their future entwined with it. It should’ve been them.
A pang of jealousy sliced through him, sharp and bitter, as he imagined it all. Them laughing, nuzzling close, sharing soft kisses as their friends cheered them on. His mind filled with images of the life they should have—would have—if he could just make Adam see it. He had to find him.
“Adam!” he called out, his voice raw, strained with desperation. He pushed through the crowd, growing more frantic with each second that passed. Where could he be?
Lucifer's breath hitched in his throat when he spotted a flash of dark hair at the edge of the crowd, near the outskirts of the field. Adam. His heart leapt into his throat. He was standing alone, his back turned to the fire, looking out over the horizon like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
Without hesitation, Lucifer sprinted toward him, ignoring the way his heart pounded painfully against his ribs. As he approached, the weight of what had just happened hit him all over again. Adam had seen him—kissing someone else. Kissing Lute. The image of Adam walking away, shoulders tense, face unreadable, flashed in his mind like a haunting echo.
He stopped just a few feet behind Adam, his breath catching in his throat, his hands trembling at his sides.
“Adam,” he whispered, his voice fragile, as if it might shatter in the air between them.
Adam didn’t turn around. He didn’t move at all.
Lucifer’s chest tightened painfully.
“Please,” he begged, stepping closer. “Please, just… just look at me.”
There was a long, suffocating silence before Adam finally turned, his eyes distant, and Lucifer’s heart sank. The warmth, the softness he was used to seeing in Adam’s gaze—it wasn’t there. Instead, there was something far worse: disappointment.
“Lucifer,” Adam began, his voice flat, tired. “What are you doing here? You hardly know Lute.”
Lucifer swallowed hard, his mind racing, trying to find the right words, the right way to fix this.
“I-I know. I didn’t mean for it to happen. That kiss… it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.” His voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath. “I swear, Adam, I didn’t want it.”
Adam’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding as his normally warm eyes sharpened into cold slits. “Didn’t want it?” he repeated, voice edged with bitterness. “Then why didn’t you push her away, Lucifer? Why didn’t you stop her?”
Lucifer’s breath hitched, shame pouring over him like ice water. He could barely manage to form the words, the weight of his own guilt suffocating him. “I—” His voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “I froze… I just couldn’t…”
“You froze?” Adam’s voice rose, cutting through the night like a blade, every syllable laced with disbelief and frustration.
“Lucifer, I was there. I saw it. You weren’t frozen—you looked like you wanted it. You looked like…” Adam's voice cracked slightly, the betrayal bleeding through, “like you were enjoying it.”
Lucifer’s heart broke at the sight of Adam’s pained expression, the flicker of hurt in his emerald eyes. Each word Adam spoke felt like a dagger twisting deeper into his chest.
“No, Adam, it wasn’t like that. You don’t understand,” Lucifer pleaded, stepping forward desperately, reaching out for him like he was slipping away. “It was a mistake, a terrible mistake. I didn’t want it.”
But Adam pulled back, jerking his hand away before Lucifer could touch him. His eyes hardened, his posture tense.
“Lucifer, stop,” Adam said, his voice dropping to a quiet, icy calm. The warmth that usually softened his words was gone, replaced by something distant, unreachable. “You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep playing with people’s feelings like they don’t matter. You hurt Lilith, Lucifer. Did you even know she was there? She saw the whole thing.”
Lilith. Always Lilith.
But Lucifer didn’t care about her, never had, not in the way everyone believed. His mind, his heart, had always belonged to Adam. But how could he say that? How could he make Adam understand? His breath quickened, panic clawing at his throat.
“I don’t care about Lilith!” Lucifer burst out, his voice ragged with desperation. “She doesn’t matter. She never mattered!”
Adam’s eyes widened in surprise at the outburst, but then they narrowed again, his voice tightening in response. “Lucifer, this isn’t about you not caring about Lilith. This is about you using people. You can’t just… keep bouncing from one person to the next, trying to fill some void. First Lilith, now Lute—don’t you see? You’re just running from your feelings, and it’s not fair. Not to them.”
Lucifer’s fists clenched at his sides, his entire body trembling. He could feel himself spiralling, every word Adam said tearing him apart.
“You don’t understand,” he hissed, his voice shaking. “You don’t know what it’s like.”
Adam’s brow furrowed, his tone softening just enough to show the concern lurking beneath the anger. “Then tell me, Luci. Help me understand.”
The sound of his nickname on Adam’s lips should have soothed him, but it didn’t. It only made the ache in Lucifer’s chest deepen, made him feel like he was drowning.
“I can’t!” he practically screamed, his voice raw with emotion, with frustration, with helplessness. “Just stop asking!”
Adam’s shoulders sagged, the fight slowly draining from him. His eyes dimmed, the light that had always been there—the connection that had always tethered them—was flickering, fading.
“Okay,” Adam whispered, the word barely audible. “Okay, Lucifer. I’ll stop asking. But I don’t want to watch you destroy yourself.”
“I’m not,” Lucifer shot back, though the conviction in his voice faltered. His heart was pounding, erratic and painful. “I’m fine. I don’t need you to worry about me.”
But Adam shook his head, the sadness in his eyes now all too visible. “I don’t know how not to worry about you, Lucifer. I’ve always looked out for you. That’s what I’ve always done. But maybe… maybe that’s the problem.”
Lucifer’s stomach dropped.
“What do you mean?” he demanded, a sudden chill settling in his bones.
He reached out again, desperate to close the growing distance between them, but Adam stepped back. Lucifer’s heart sank deeper.
“I think…” Adam’s voice caught in his throat, and he had to pause, swallowing down whatever emotion was threatening to break free. “I think our friendship might need to… change.”
Change. That word felt like poison, like a death sentence. Lucifer’s eyes widened, his voice dark and trembling with denial. “Change how? I don’t want anything to change. You’re my best friend. My—” He stopped himself, the rest of the sentence too painful to say.
“I know,” Adam murmured, rubbing the back of his neck, his discomfort clear. “But we’re too close, Lucifer. We’re crossing boundaries we don’t even realize. And it’s messing with us. We’re always stepping on each other’s toes, and we’re hurting each other without meaning to.”
Lucifer shook his head violently, his chest tightening as he tried to reject the very idea. “No. No, I don’t want to do that. I don’t want us to change. Everything’s fine the way it is.”
Adam’s eyes softened, and Lucifer could see the struggle in him—the pain of saying what he believed needed to be said. “But it’s not fine, Lucifer. It hasn’t been fine for a while. You just don’t see it yet.” His voice was barely a whisper now, thick with emotion. “We need space. We shouldn’t share everything, not the way we do. Not clothes, not a bed, not… not our lives.”
“No,” Lucifer growled, his voice firm but laced with desperation. His chest felt hollow, like someone had reached in and torn something vital away from him. “I won’t do that. I won’t let you put distance between us.”
Adam’s gaze lingered on Lucifer’s face, the sadness in his eyes deepening with every word. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I swear I’m not. But I think space is the only way we stop hurting each other.”
Lucifer’s breath hitched, his vision blurring as tears threatened to spill. His voice broke as he whispered, “I don’t want to lose you.”
Adam took a slow, shaky breath, his own eyes wet with unshed tears. “You won’t lose me, Lucifer. I’ll always be here. But we need to be better. Healthier. For both of us.”
Lucifer felt like the world was slipping through his fingers, the only thing he’d ever truly loved moving farther and farther away. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Lucifer’s world seemed to tilt on its axis, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. The words Adam had just spoken hung in the air like a dagger, cutting deep, deeper than anything Lute or Lilith could have ever done.
Change?
Space?
The very idea of distancing himself from Adam, of pulling apart the threads that tied them so closely together, felt like a slow, suffocating death. His heart clenched painfully as he stared at Adam, his mind scrambling to understand. Adam was saying they—the one constant in Lucifer’s life—needed to change. That they were too close. Too involved. But that was how it was supposed to be! That’s how it had to be!
“No,” Lucifer snapped, his voice a trembling echo of the panic swelling in his chest. “I don’t want things to change. I don’t want space. I don’t need space. Why are you saying this?”
Adam’s expression was pained, but steady. His emerald eyes held a tenderness that only twisted the knife deeper. “Lucifer… I’m saying this because I care about you. You know I do. But we… we’re hurting each other, even if we don’t mean to.”
Lucifer’s heart thudded in his chest, his stomach twisting violently. “You think I’m hurting you? Is that it? You think I’m some kind of burden to you?”
“No, Luci—" Adam began, his voice breaking slightly on the old nickname, the one that usually made Lucifer's heart flutter. But now, it felt like a farewell, like a fragment of the past slipping through his fingers.
“That’s not what I’m saying at all. I love you. You’re my best friend. But sometimes…” He paused, searching for the right words. “Sometimes love gets tangled up in ways that can hurt. We’re getting tangled, and I don’t want that. Not for you. Not for me.”
Lucifer felt the ground beneath him crumble. Love? Adam loved him? But not in the way that matters.
Adam doesn’t love him the same way Lucifer loves him.
His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with a storm of emotions he didn’t know how to contain. He felt cold. So cold. Adam’s soft voice, his gentle explanation—it was like watching someone walk away while telling you they still care. Still care while they leave you behind.
“No,” Lucifer growled, a low, dangerous sound that vibrated in his chest.
“You’re wrong. I’m not tangled up in anything. You’re not a burden to me, and I don’t need space.” His eyes flared, desperate, wild. “Why would you even say that? I need you. I’ve always needed you. And you… you’ve always been there for me! Why would you want to ruin that?”
Adam closed his eyes for a moment, his hand lifting to rub the back of his neck—a nervous habit Lucifer knew too well.
“I don’t want to ruin anything,” he said softly. “But I think I’ve been too close for too long, and it’s clouded things, made it hard to see what’s good for both of us.”
“I don’t care!” Lucifer snapped. “I don’t care what you think is good! What’s good is us—being together, being close. You said it yourself. You always look out for me, Adam. That’s what we do!”
Adam’s shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of Lucifer’s words settling between them like an unspoken truth.
“I know. I know I said that,” he murmured, his voice so gentle, it felt like it might break. “But I can’t keep looking out for you the way I have been. It’s not fair to either of us. I don’t think I know where the line is anymore.”
Lucifer’s chest tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his vision blurred with unshed tears.
A line?
There had never been a line between them. They were supposed to be one unit, always together, always entwined in each other’s lives. How could Adam suddenly want a line, a separation, when Lucifer couldn’t even imagine a life where they weren’t connected in every way?
“This isn’t fair,” Lucifer whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You can’t just decide this. You can’t just… pull away. I need you, Adam. I need you.”
Adam’s face softened with heartbreak, and he stepped closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch Lucifer’s arm, but he hesitated. “I’ll still be here, Lucifer. I’m not going anywhere. I just think… we need to step back, even if it hurts. Because if we don’t, we’re going to keep breaking each other apart.”
Lucifer stared at Adam’s outstretched hand, his heart breaking into pieces he didn’t know how to hold together. “You think this won’t break me? You think being apart from you won’t tear me apart?”
Adam’s hand fell back to his side, his expression filled with sorrow. “I don’t want to tear you apart, Lucifer. That’s why I’m saying this now… before we do more damage.”
Lucifer felt the world spin around him, the firelight from the bonfire in the distance flickering like the last dying embers of something he had once believed would never burn out. His chest ached; every breath felt like a struggle.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice broken. “I don’t want to lose us.”
Adam’s eyes shimmered with tears he was fighting to hold back.
“You won’t lose me,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we have to be different, Lucifer. We must be healthier. I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt anymore.”
Lucifer shook his head violently, refusing to accept it. Refusing to believe that space—that pulling away—could ever be the solution. He felt like he was drowning, like the air was slipping through his fingers, and all he could see was Adam fading away from him.
“It’ll be good for us.”
Lucifer felt his heart shatter in his chest as Adam turned away slightly, the finality of his words settling in. The space between them had never felt so vast, so cold. He had never felt so alone.
~#~
The following weeks were unbearable for Lucifer. He hadn't truly believed Adam when he said things had to change. In the back of his mind, he had clung to the belief that Adam would keep his door open for him at night, still let him steal his clothes in the mornings, and still be there as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed.
The shift in the air was strong, suffocating. Adam's door stayed shut now, locked every night as if to draw a line between them that Lucifer could no longer cross. No longer were Adam’s shirts or jackets strewn about for Lucifer to snatch. He couldn’t even sneak a pair of Adam's boxer shorts when he wasn’t looking.
It was maddening, the way Adam had suddenly become so guarded, so possessive of his own space. It felt like Adam had built walls around the home they once shared, turning it into a fortress that Lucifer could no longer breach.
Lute’s texts came every day, reminders of the rift between him and Adam. But Lucifer didn’t even open them.
What was the point? Lucifer had already won. He had made sure nothing would happen between Lute and Adam. Now, there was nothing left for Lucifer to fight for.
And then it hit him. They had only one week left before they graduated from college. Lucifer felt his stomach drop. He realized with a painful jolt that he didn’t even know what Adam’s future plans were. He had no idea which university Adam was going to—or if he was even going at all. All those late-night talks about following each other, staying together in the same town, maybe even attending the same university… that future felt like a dream now, something distant and impossible.
Lucifer had chosen a university months ago, but without Adam’s voice in his life, he had picked blindly. The thought of them going to different schools had gnawed at him in a quiet, desperate way, but he had convinced himself that maybe—just maybe—they would end up in the same place by chance. Now, though, that hope felt as fragile as glass.
"Um, hi," Adam’s voice broke through Lucifer’s thoughts as he returned from class, a gentle smile on his lips.
Lucifer blinked, momentarily stunned.
“H-hi," he stammered, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. “How… how are you?”
"I’m good," Adam said softly, almost too softly, as if the weight of their shared history lingered between them. "Really good. You?"
Lucifer bit his lip, his own answer barely a whisper. “Good.”
But it was a lie. He wasn’t good. He was drowning, every day, in the absence of Adam’s presence. He ached with missing him.
Adam dropped his bag by the door, stretching his arms above his head in that casual, effortless way he always did. Lucifer’s gaze fell to the small strip of skin that peeked out from beneath Adam's hoodie, a flash of vulnerability, of warmth. It was the same familiar sight that used to make his heart race, but now it only served as a reminder of everything slipping away.
"Just finished my last exam," Adam said, his voice light.
"Oh," Lucifer murmured, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. He watched as Adam moved to sit down, not close, but still near enough to feel the gravity between them. "How did it go?"
Adam smiled, but there was a shadow in it. "It went well. I think I could’ve done better, but... it went well."
Lucifer nodded, his voice a soft echo. "Good. Mine went okay too. Could’ve done better."
There was a long, aching pause. Then, almost too casually, Adam asked, "Have you picked your university?"
Lucifer’s heart sank, the question stabbing at the raw wound of their distance.
“Y-yeah," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I’ve chosen Sunpeak University."
Adam’s expression didn’t change much, but Lucifer saw the flicker of something in his eyes. "That’s a good choice," Adam replied, his tone neutral, almost careful. "I’ve chosen Blackwood University."
The words hit Lucifer like a punch to the chest. His face crumpled, the hope he had held onto so desperately slipping through his fingers.
“I… I didn’t think you’d choose Blackwood," he said softly, trying to hide the crack in his voice.
Adam shrugged, but the distance in his gesture was unmistakable. "It has good credits for the course I want to study."
Lucifer couldn’t breathe for a moment, the room suddenly feeling too small, too cold.
“Oh," he exhaled shakily. "Sunpeak and Blackwood are… they’re more than an hour apart."
Adam nodded, the delicate look on his face twisting the knife even deeper.
“We can still see each other on weekends," he said gently, as if trying to soothe the hurt that was etched across Lucifer's face. "It’s not goodbye."
But Lucifer’s heart clenched as he stared at Adam, his eyes wide with the quiet devastation he could no longer hold back.
“Then why," he whispered, his voice breaking, "Why does it feel like goodbye?"
The silence that followed was more heartbreaking than any words could have been.
"Time apart will help us," Adam finally said, his voice soft but firm, as though he truly believed the words would heal the gaping wound between them. "We’ve been suffocating one another for so long. We’ve forgotten how to breathe on our own. This will do us good."
Lucifer couldn’t believe him. The words didn’t make sense, not in the way Adam meant them to. Suffocating? No. He had never felt more alive than when they were together, their lives entangled in a mess of late-night laughter, quiet moments of shared silence, and fleeting touches that meant more than either could ever say. Adam’s reasoning felt like a cruel twist of logic that Lucifer couldn’t grasp. His large blue eyes locked on Adam’s face, wide with hurt, searching for something—anything—that would make this make sense.
His jaw tightened as he pulled his knees up tighter against his chest, trying to make himself as small as he felt. His arms wrapped around his legs like a shield, as though he could hold himself together if he just squeezed hard enough.
"We’re still friends, Lucifer," Adam added, his tone warm, as if that was supposed to be enough.
Lucifer bit down hard on his bottom lip, the familiar ache in his chest growing heavier, threatening to swallow him whole. "Best friends?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, almost childlike in its fragility, like a plea that he knew he shouldn’t have to make.
"Always," Adam promised, and though the word sounded kind, it felt hollow, like a bridge that was already crumbling beneath them.
Lucifer let out a shaky breath, the sound filled with the weight of resigned acceptance. He nodded, slowly at first, as though each movement drained a bit more of the fight from him. His fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeves, gripping the soft cotton of his hoodie until his knuckles turned white. He looked at Adam, seeing him not as the person who had always been his safe harbour, but as someone standing on the other side of a growing distance—someone he could no longer reach the way he used to. Vulnerable and small, Lucifer swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling the words clawing their way out despite the pain they brought.
"Can… can I have a hug then?" His voice cracked as he spoke, the plea hanging in the air between them. "Please? One last hug?"
Adam’s expression softened, and for a moment, Lucifer thought he saw a flicker of the old Adam—the Adam who would have never let him feel this kind of loneliness. Adam shifted closer, the space between them shrinking, though it still felt like miles. His arms spread wide, offering that familiar comfort.
"You never have to ask for a hug, Lucifer," Adam whispered, pulling him in. "That won’t change."
Lucifer didn’t wait. He lunged into Adam’s embrace, his face pressing against Adam’s chest as his arms wrapped around him tightly, almost desperately. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the wave of tears that threatened to break free. He didn’t want to cry, not in front of Adam, not now. He wanted to hold on to this moment, to memorize the feel of Adam’s arms around him, the warmth of his body, the rhythm of his breath. He wanted to hold on to the illusion that everything was still okay, even if it was just for a few more seconds.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling, barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. But inside, Lucifer knew this was more than a hug—it was a goodbye dressed up as something less painful, a farewell disguised as comfort.
As Adam held him, Lucifer wished time would freeze, that the world would stop moving forward, so that he wouldn’t have to let go—because once he did, he knew nothing would ever be the same again.
~#~
The following months were nothing short of agonizing. Every day stretched into an eternity of silence, a hollow space where Adam’s voice used to live. Lucifer could barely function. His mind felt like it was drowning, unable to focus on anything but the absence of Adam. It was as though his world had been stripped of colour, leaving everything muted, dull, and lifeless. The first few weeks were the worst. He would sit, for hours on end, staring blankly at the glowing screen of his phone, waiting—no, begging—for a message, a sign, anything from Adam.
Every vibration, every notification would send a jolt through him, hope blooming in his chest like a fragile flower, only to be cruelly crushed when it wasn’t from Adam.
Lucifer’s fingers would hover over the keyboard, sending message after message, searching for the right words that might break through the silence between them. He tried everything—funny anecdotes, inside jokes, even memes that used to make Adam laugh until his sides hurt. But the screen stayed stubbornly blank, no response, no acknowledgment. He tried to act casual at first, pretending as if it was just a rough patch, something that would pass.
“Hey, just thought of you today!"—send. Silence. "Remember that time we stayed up all night laughing? Miss you."—send.
More silence.
It was unbearable. It was as though Adam had disappeared, not just from his life, but from the world entirely.
Lucifer’s desperation began to grow, messages becoming longer, more frantic. “I’m sorry, Adam. Please, just talk to me. I miss you. I can’t do this without you.”
He pressed send with trembling fingers, feeling the weight of every unanswered word. His chest tightened painfully, each rejection feeling like a fresh wound. He had never felt this helpless before, this vulnerable.
The emptiness was maddening. He felt as though he was screaming into a void, his words falling into the abyss where Adam’s replies should have been. The silence on the other end was deafening, a cruel reminder of the distance that had grown between them. Lucifer wasn’t sure if it was worse that Adam wasn’t responding, or that Adam might have seen his messages and simply chosen not to answer. The thought tore at him, ripping through his heart like shards of glass.
It became a ritual of sorts—waking up, reaching for his phone, and sending another message, as if one more could somehow bridge the chasm between them. He kept trying, each time hoping that maybe, just maybe, this would be the one that Adam would respond to. But it was hopeless. Adam didn’t reply. Not even a laugh at a meme, not a single word.
Lucifer's room became a prison of memories, every corner haunted by the ghost of Adam's presence. The bed felt too big, too cold without him. He would lie awake at night, staring up at the ceiling, replaying every conversation, every touch, every smile. The phantom of Adam’s laughter echoed in his ears, a cruel reminder of what he’d lost. Even the scent of Adam’s old hoodie, the one Lucifer used to steal, had faded, leaving only the hollow fabric behind.
And yet, despite it all, Lucifer couldn’t stop. He couldn’t let go. His heart clung to the hope that maybe, one day, Adam would remember him, that he would pick up his phone and type a reply, even if it was just a few words. He imagined it sometimes, a single message lighting up his phone in the middle of the night: Hey. I miss you too. But each morning, he woke up to the same, empty screen.
Every day felt like another cut, a slow, agonizing death by a thousand tiny wounds. The world moved on around him, people went about their lives, but Lucifer was stuck in that endless limbo, waiting for something that might never come. Time apart was supposed to help them, but all it had done was carve a deeper, more painful void in his heart.
One night, he found himself scrolling through their old conversations, the ones from when things were good, when they were happy. His fingers traced over the words, each message a reminder of how much they had meant to each other. He read through their jokes, their shared dreams, the whispered promises of forever. He lingered on the messages where Adam called him his best friend, his partner in everything. Now, they felt like distant echoes of a life that wasn’t his anymore.
His thumb hovered over the keyboard again, heart pounding as he considered sending another message, something more desperate this time.
Please, Adam. I love you. Don’t leave me like this. But even as the words formed in his mind, he knew they would fall into the same abyss as the others. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up, how much more of this silence he could endure.
His hands trembled as he finally typed something simple, something that wouldn’t show how broken he felt inside: I miss you.
He pressed send, a final, small offering to the void.
And once again, the silence was the only thing that answered him.
Without Adam, Lucifer felt as though he were adrift in a vast ocean, utterly alone. The world outside continued to move, but he remained stuck in a moment that felt like a cruel twist of fate. His parents had cut him off the moment he presented as an Omega, locking him out of their lives without a word of explanation, as if he had never existed. The silence that had followed felt like a heavy shroud, wrapping around him tightly, suffocating in its grip. They had disowned him in the most brutal way, as though his very identity had been a betrayal.
Each day without Adam deepened Lucifer's sense of isolation. He was unaccustomed to the void left in Adam’s absence, the hollow ache in his chest that never quite faded. The nights were the hardest. Sleep evaded him, replaced by thoughts spiralling into the dark corners of his mind, where memories of Adam danced like shadows. He was haunted by the laughter they had shared, the whispers in the dark, the promises of a future that now felt impossibly distant.
Then, one day, months later, Lucifer found himself picking up his iPhone, almost as if it were a lifeline. His heart leaped into his throat, a mix of hope and trepidation flooding through him. As he swiped the screen, his eyes widened, and a rush of tears threatened to spill over. Happiness unfurled across his chest, blooming like a fragile flower breaking through the frost.
Hey. I’m coming home this summer. I’ll see you then.
Adam’s message glowed brightly against the backdrop of his otherwise darkened world.
Lucifer inhaled sharply, feeling the weight of the universe lift just slightly. He clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white with the pressure, as if he were holding on to the only thing that mattered in that moment. Adam was coming home. The prospect of seeing him again ignited a spark of hope that he thought he had lost forever.
Can’t wait to see you, he texted back, his fingers trembling slightly as he hit send.
The excitement coursed through him, mingled with the fear of what their reunion would bring. Would it be awkward? Would the distance that had grown between them dissolve in the warmth of their shared history? Or would they stand as strangers, lost in the shadow of what once was?
With each passing moment, anticipation surged within him. The thought of seeing Adam’s face, hearing his voice, feeling the warmth of his presence was enough to fill the emptiness that had stretched endlessly since their separation. For the first time in months, Lucifer allowed himself to dream of possibilities.
He imagined Adam walking through the door, that same radiant smile lighting up his face, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was genuinely happy. Lucifer could almost hear Adam's laughter ringing in his ears, the sound more beautiful than any music. Would he still feel like home? Would they fall back into their old rhythm, or would they have to learn to navigate this new, fragile bond?
Lucifer held his breath, heart racing as he stared at the screen, willing Adam to respond, to confirm that this was real. But even if he didn’t, the promise of summer felt like a distant shore he could finally swim toward, hope anchoring him against the tide of loneliness.
Just knowing that Adam was coming back made the darkness a little less suffocating. As he looked out the window, watching the clouds drift by, he dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.
A moment later, another text popped up, almost as if Adam knew how desperately he had needed to hear it.
I miss you too.
When summer finally arrived, Lucifer was a trembling mess of nerves and anticipation. His heart had been in a constant state of flutter, barely able to settle since Adam's return was confirmed. The days felt like a blur, yet every moment dragged painfully, the ache of waiting almost unbearable. Adam’s mama had welcomed him warmly, her kind smile a balm for his anxious soul. She had always treated him like family, never once turning him away—even when the world did. Her home was a sanctuary for Lucifer, a place of comfort and warmth, where everything felt familiar. But even the safety of her cozy house couldn’t quiet the storm brewing inside him as he waited for Adam.
Every second stretched painfully long until, finally, the sound of a taxi pulling up outside snapped him into action. His heart leaped into his throat, pounding erratically as he leapt to his feet, his insides twisting with a mix of excitement and dread. He followed Adam’s mama to the door, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. This was it. Adam was home.
When Adam stepped out of the taxi, Lucifer's breath caught in his throat. He was just as handsome—no, more beautiful—than Lucifer remembered. The months apart had changed him subtly, but the effect was striking. Adam’s skin had turned golden from the sun, giving him a radiant glow. He was leaner, his muscles more defined, and his green eyes looked even more vibrant, like the deep shade of a lush forest after rain. His hair was a wild mess, tousled by the wind, and Lucifer's fingers twitched with the familiar longing to run his hands through it, to feel the softness he imagined had only grown more irresistible.
"Mama!" Adam called, waving with a grin that nearly knocked the air from Lucifer’s lungs. His gaze shifted to Lucifer. “Lucifer! Hey! It’s been a long time!”
Lucifer. Not Luci. The nickname he used to say so fondly, like a secret they shared, was absent. Lucifer tried to mask the disappointment that threatened to spill across his face, but it was a bitter pill to swallow.
He forced a smile, shy and small. “Welcome home, Addie. I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Adam replied softly, and for a moment, something flickered in his eyes—something warm, something familiar—when Lucifer called him by his nickname. But it was fleeting, slipping away just as quickly as it had appeared.
Lucifer’s heart hammered in his chest, each beat a reminder of the love that had only grown stronger in Adam’s absence. He wanted to run to him, to throw himself into Adam’s arms, to bury his face in his chest and hold on as if the world outside didn’t exist. His entire being ached for it, for that closeness that had once been so natural between them. But something stopped him—an invisible barrier that froze him in place, a coldness creeping into his bones.
"Addie~" a soft, sweet voice called from the taxi.
Lucifer’s world tilted. His stomach twisted violently, the air turning thick and unbreathable as he watched Adam’s grin widen. Adam twirled around with an eagerness Lucifer hadn’t seen in months, his hand reaching out to help a young woman out of the taxi.
She was stunning. Her thick, luxurious curls of deep red tumbled down to her waist, each strand catching the sunlight as if it were spun from copper. Her wide, expressive eyes were the colour of warm honey, framed by thick lashes, and her pale skin was dotted with freckles that seemed to dance across her cheeks like stars scattered on a canvas. She was perfect, the kind of perfect that made Lucifer’s chest tighten with dread.
"Mama," Adam beamed, leading the girl toward them with an unmistakable sense of pride. “This is Eve. My girlfriend.”
Girlfriend?
The word hit Lucifer like a punch to the gut, the world around him blurring as his vision went dark around the edges. His ears filled with the roar of thunder, drowning out every other sound.
Girlfriend? Adam has a girlfriend? How could this be? When had this happened? How could it have happened? He felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath him.
“Girlfriend?” Adam’s mama gasped, though her surprise quickly shifted to delight as she took in the sight of the girl before her. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly. “My, my, you’re a beautiful young woman! Are you an Alpha?”
Eve smiled, and it was dazzling, her warmth almost suffocating. “Oh no, ma’am. I’m a Beta. I hope that doesn’t make you think any less of me.”
“Don’t be silly!” Mama exclaimed, taking Eve’s hands in hers with enthusiasm. “I could never think less of anyone! And please, call me Mama~”
Eve’s smile brightened, a picture of sweetness. “Oh, I’m so relieved, Mama.”
Adam stood beside her, grinning like he was on top of the world. He seemed so pleased that Eve was being welcomed, so happy that everything was falling into place. But when Eve glanced toward Lucifer, then back at Adam, something shifted in Adam’s expression. His grin faltered slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before he cleared his throat.
“And this is Lucifer,” Adam introduced, his tone light but distant. “He’s my best friend. We grew up together—practically brothers.”
Brothers? The word cut through Lucifer like a blade, sharp and cold. His expression darkened, though he struggled to keep it in check. His teeth ached with the effort of holding back the sneer threatening to curl his lips.
“Lucifer? What a strange name,” Eve said with a laugh, her head tilting curiously. “You’re named after the devil.”
She laughed again, leaning into Adam’s side. “Oh Addie, look at us! We have Adam and Eve…and the devil, Lucifer.”
The sickness in Lucifer’s stomach deepened, burning like acid as Adam laughed, holding Eve’s hand.
“Oh, you’re right!” Adam said cheerfully. “I never noticed that!”
Eve leaned up to peck Adam on the cheek, her affection casual but intimate. “It’s almost like fate, Addie~”
Fate. The word was bitter on Lucifer’s tongue. This wasn’t fate. This was a nightmare.
His chest tightened, his stomach churning with a mix of jealousy and anger. His sharp blue eyes flared with resentment as he glared at Eve. She had wormed her way into Adam’s life, into his heart, and Lucifer knew right then—he would have to get rid of her. She was already too close, too embedded, like a poison that had seeped too deep into Adam’s veins.
But he would cut her out, Lucifer thought, a dark determination settling in his gut. He would remove her, like a tumour that threatened to destroy everything.
"It's lovely to meet you, Eve," Lucifer said, his voice dripping with charm as he flashed her the smile that had always worked in the past. He had disarmed Lilith, and he had beaten Lute. Eve would be no different.
But Eve barely glanced at him, her attention already back on Adam.
“You too," she said dismissively, her tone indifferent.
Lucifer ground his teeth, the rejection stinging more than he cared to admit. Something about Eve was different—dangerous. But he wouldn’t lose. He couldn’t. Adam was his, and no one—not even this beautiful, smiling Beta—was going to take him away.
Let the game begin.
Wooing Eve was ten times harder than Lucifer had ever anticipated. Every move he made, every charming smile, every calculated glance, seemed to bounce off her like water on stone. It was frustrating beyond belief. She wasn’t like the others—those who had fallen easily into his orbit, enchanted by his blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and porcelain skin. Lucifer had always known the effect he had on people. He was used to the stares, the longing glances, the whispers. He was the perfect Omega; the kind people couldn’t help but be drawn to.
But not Eve.
Whenever she sat with him, it felt like she was miles away. Her amber eyes would glaze over, her focus elsewhere, as if his words were little more than background noise to her. It drove Lucifer mad—how could she not be interested? How could she resist what everyone else found irresistible? She should at least be curious, but instead, she brushed him off at every turn. It wasn't just that Eve wasn’t drawn to him—she got in the way.
Every time Lucifer tried to spend a moment alone with Adam, Eve was there, a permanent fixture at his side, her hand curled possessively around Adam’s. She’d flash that sweet, innocent smile at Adam, and it took everything in Lucifer not to snarl. That smile made his blood boil. It was infuriating, the way she slipped between him and Adam, as if she belonged there. The jealousy gnawed at him, sharp and relentless, feeding the fire of his determination.
But Lucifer wasn’t one to give up easily. He had never lost before, and he wasn’t going to start now. No matter how hard Eve made it, he would win. He had to. Adam was his.
One afternoon, Lucifer found himself leaning against the side of the house, arms crossed over his chest, foot casually propped against the wall as he waited for his opportunity. He watched as Eve walked past, completely oblivious to his presence, her curls bouncing with each step. His eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. Fine. If she wanted to play hard, he could play dirty.
As Eve passed him, Lucifer slyly stuck his foot out, just enough to trip her. She stumbled, barely catching herself before hitting the ground, and when she straightened, her amber eyes were blazing with irritation. But she quickly masked it, brushing the dirt from her hands as though it was nothing.
"What’s your problem?" Lucifer asked, his voice low and sharp as he stared her down, his icy blue eyes glinting with challenge.
Eve raised an eyebrow, her expression carefully neutral as she dusted off her clothes. “Problem? What problem? I don’t have a problem with you.”
“Bullshit,” Lucifer snapped, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving hers. His frustration had been building for weeks, and now it poured out in cold, biting words. “You don’t like me. Don’t act like you do.”
For a moment, Eve simply stared at him, her lips curling into a slow, mocking grin. She tilted her head, her curls falling to the side as if she were amused by his sudden aggression. “What would give you that idea?” she asked, her voice saccharine sweet, dripping with false innocence.
Lucifer’s jaw clenched. Her nonchalance, her refusal to engage with him seriously, only fanned the flames of his anger. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t intimidated. It infuriated him, made him feel small in a way he hadn’t expected.
“Let’s not play games,” Lucifer said darkly, his voice barely above a whisper, but it was laced with venom. “You don’t want me around. You’re always in the way. Every time I try to be with Adam, you’re there, clinging to him like some—some parasite.”
Eve’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she crossed her arms, mirroring his stance as she looked him over.
“I think you're overestimating your importance, Lucifer. Adam and I… we’re happy. You? You’re just part of his past. An afterthought.” Her grin widened slightly, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she added, “Practically brothers, right?”
The words hit him like a slap, and Lucifer felt his chest tighten with a fresh wave of bitterness. Brothers. That word had been cutting at him since the day Adam had first said it, since the moment he was forced to watch Adam fall into the arms of someone else. He wasn’t just losing Adam—he was being pushed out of his life entirely. Reduced to a memory. A part of his past, something Eve could mock with a smile.
But Eve wasn’t done. She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. “You should know by now, Lucifer… you’ve already lost. I’m not going anywhere.”
Lucifer’s heart twisted painfully, but he refused to let it show. He forced a cold smile, tilting his head as he met her gaze with defiance.
“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” His voice was icy, a challenge lingering in every word.
He watched as Eve straightened, unbothered by his threat, and walked away with an air of confidence that only deepened the ache inside him. Lucifer stood there, staring after her, the weight of her words settling heavily in his chest.
As much as he hated to admit it, there was a dark truth gnawing at the back of his mind: Eve had already claimed a place in Adam’s life. A place that had once been his. And no matter how hard he tried to hold on, Adam was slipping further and further away.
Lucifer's breath hitched, the sharp pang of heartbreak searing through him. For the first time, the thought crept in—what if he couldn’t win? What if Adam… was never his to begin with?
His hands clenched into fists as he leaned against the house, the once-sunny summer day feeling cold and distant. He would fight for Adam. He had to. But deep down, a small voice whispered in the quiet corners of his heart, asking a question he was too afraid to answer.
What if you’ve already lost?
Lucifer was done playing nice. He decided that if Eve wanted a challenge, he would give her one. He put on the mask of kindness, showering her with false compliments that, when examined closely, stung with a hidden blade. His voice was honeyed, but there was a sharpness to it, a glint in his eye that Eve couldn't quite ignore. At first, it worked—he could see the irritation flicker across her face whenever he made a snide remark cloaked in a sweet smile. The more it annoyed her, the more Lucifer pushed. He wanted to break through that facade of hers, force her to reveal the real reason she despised him.
One day, after a particularly icy exchange, Lucifer finally asked the question that had been burning at the back of his mind for months. “How did you know I had feelings for Adam?” His voice was calm, but his heart was racing, bracing itself for the answer he knew would hurt.
Eve didn’t hesitate. She shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “I can always tell when someone’s in love,” she replied, her amber eyes locking with his, a flicker of smugness in them. “It’s one of the reasons I can’t stand you.”
Lucifer’s eyes widened, and he frowned, genuinely confused. “You hate me because I love him?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the hurt he was trying to conceal.
Eve smirked, shaking her head. “No,” she said coolly, “that’s not it.”
“Then what is it?” Lucifer demanded, his patience wearing thin. The frustration had been building for so long, and he needed to know. He needed to understand why she despised him so much when he had done nothing but love the man she was now claiming as her own.
Eve’s smile turned cold, almost pitying, as she looked him over. “It’s because you’re an Omega, Lucifer. And you’re in love with another Omega. That’s... wrong.”
Lucifer’s heart lurched, and a fiery insult was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it, his jaw clenching.
“Why does that matter?” he snapped, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and outrage. “Love is love. It shouldn’t matter that we’re both Omegas.”
Eve rolled her eyes, as if his words were childish, foolish. “It’s unnatural,” she said with a condescending sigh. “Omegas are meant to be with Alphas. That’s the way it works.”
Lucifer’s skin prickled with disgust.
“You’re a Beta,” he shot back, his voice growing sharp with venom. “And by your logic, Betas shouldn’t be with Omegas either.”
A smug smile curled at the edge of Eve’s lips. “Betas and Omegas are more natural together than two Omegas.” Her voice dripped with superiority, and for the first time, Lucifer could see how deep her disdain for him ran. It wasn’t just about Adam. To her, he was fundamentally wrong, an aberration that didn’t fit into her world.
Lucifer’s retort died in his throat as something clicked.
A slow, dark realization crept over him, tightening around his heart like a vice. His eyes narrowed, the gears in his mind turning. Eve wasn’t just some random obstacle; she had a weakness, a belief system that was as fragile as it was twisted. And now Lucifer saw a way to exploit it.
A sly smile spread across his face, and he tilted his head, his voice soft and low, dripping with false innocence.
“Do you think you can fix me, then?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
Eve blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone. She frowned slightly; her confusion evident.
“What do you mean?” she asked cautiously, her voice wary.
Lucifer stepped closer, his smirk deepening. He leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Surely a powerful and beautiful Beta like you could fix a delusional Omega like me.”
For a moment, Eve seemed stunned, her eyes widening in surprise. But then, realization dawned across her face like the slow burn of a flame. Her lips twisted into a smirk, mirroring his, and she stepped closer, her confidence returning in full force. She moved with a deliberate sway, her bust bouncing as she closed the gap between them, her amber eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.
She reached up, her fingers tracing along Lucifer’s cheek, sending a cold shudder down his spine. Her touch was too soft, too intimate, and Lucifer had to bite back the revulsion curling in his gut. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a brief, teasing kiss, whispering, “I can.”
Lucifer’s stomach churned, but he masked it with another sly smile, playing the part.
“I certainly hope so,” he purred, his voice low, though every word tasted like poison.
Eve chuckled, the sound light and confident, as if she had already won the game. But Lucifer knew better. As her fingers lingered on his skin, as her lips curled into that satisfied smirk, Lucifer’s mind raced. He could feel her slipping into his trap, falling for the bait he had laid out so carefully.
This was the opening he had been waiting for.
He would let her believe she had control, let her think she was the one calling the shots. But beneath the surface, Lucifer was already planning, already plotting how to turn this twisted game in his favour. Eve may think she could fix him, but in the end, it would be her undoing.
As Eve walked away, Lucifer’s smile dropped, his face hardening with cold resolve. He would win. No matter what it took. Adam belonged to him. Eve may have thought she had the upper hand, but this was only the beginning. Lucifer would strip away her confidence, her smug superiority, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.
And when that day came, Adam would finally see who had truly been by his side all along.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Lucifer’s gaze lingered on Adam, the way his face lit up as he chatted with his parents, the easy smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Adam looked so happy, so effortlessly radiant, and it sent a dull ache straight to Lucifer’s chest. He bit down on his bottom lip hard, the pain grounding him. He wondered if Adam would ever forgive him for the things he hadn’t done yet, for the things he was planning. But what choice did he have? Adam was his. He couldn’t just let him slip away.
“Lucifer!” Adam’s voice broke through his swirling thoughts, pulling him back to reality. His heart leapt at the sound of his name on Adam’s lips. “What’re you doing all the way over there by yourself? Come here!”
Lucifer’s breath hitched, but he forced a smile to his face—this one real, soft, and full of affection. He quickly made his way over to stand beside Adam, the warmth of his presence wrapping around him like a blanket.
“Sorry,” Lucifer said, his voice quieter than he intended. “I was just thinking.”
Adam’s eyes sparkled with that playful glint that made Lucifer’s stomach flutter.
“About what?” Adam asked, a grin spreading across his face. “Anything about me?”
“Of course,” Lucifer replied with a chuckle, trying to keep his voice light even as his chest tightened with longing. His heart felt too big for his ribcage, like it was trying to claw its way out.
“All good things, I hope,” Adam teased, his grin widening.
Lucifer laughed, though it was softer this time, more vulnerable. His cheeks flushed pink. “They’re always good things.”
Adam smiled warmly at him, and for a moment, it was just the two of them—like it used to be. No Eve. No walls. No painful distance. But the moment shattered as quickly as it had formed when Eve’s voice cut through the air.
“So, how long have you two known each other?” she asked, her tone sweet but her eyes sharp and calculating. She sat there, looking at them like she was assessing some kind of threat, her presence an unspoken challenge.
Lucifer stiffened, but forced himself to relax, keeping his expression neutral. He couldn’t let her see how much she rattled him. Not yet. Not when it was still too soon to strike. He had to be smart about this.
He flashed her a polite smile, the kind he knew Adam would approve of, even though it tasted bitter on his tongue.
“Since we were kids,” he said smoothly. “We’ve practically grown up together.”
Eve nodded, her eyes flicking between him and Adam, her smile too wide, too perfect.
“That’s sweet,” she said, though there was a hint of something darker behind her words. “You must know each other really well, then.”
Lucifer could feel the weight of her stare, the challenge beneath her seemingly innocent questions. He wanted to snap back, to tell her exactly what he thought of her and this entire charade, but he swallowed his pride. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not now. Not when everything depended on him playing the long game.
So, he smiled. “Yes, very well,” he replied, keeping his voice gentle, even when every fibre of his being wanted to claw her apart. “We know everything about each other.”
Eve’s smile tightened, and Lucifer could see the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Good. It was working. But then, she shifted her tactics, her questions growing more pointed, more personal.
“How come you’re still single, then?” Eve asked, her tone sweet as honey but with a barb hidden beneath it. “I mean, someone like you—a pretty Omega—I’d think you’d be snatched up by now.”
Lucifer’s chest tightened; the insult wrapped in fake curiosity stinging more than he wanted to admit. He forced himself to keep his smile steady, even though his jaw ached from clenching his teeth.
“It’s hard to find the right person,” he said lightly, though his eyes darkened as they flickered to Adam, hoping—praying—that Adam understood the weight behind those words. But Adam didn’t seem to notice. He just smiled, oblivious, as if nothing in the world had changed between them.
The second reason Lucifer tolerated Eve’s needling questions was standing right next to him: Adam. If he played nice, if he didn’t let Eve get under his skin, Adam would be happy. And that was enough. For now.
He answered every one of her prying questions with carefully chosen words, even as Eve’s eyes glinted with smug satisfaction. She thought she had the upper hand. She thought she was winning.
But Lucifer could see the cracks forming in her facade. He could see how desperately she wanted to unsettle him, to throw him off balance. And that gave him power. He just had to wait for the right moment to use it.
As Eve continued to poke and prod, Lucifer bore it all with a calm, disarming smile. Let her think she had control. Let her think she was winning this twisted game.
Because when the time came, he would be the one standing beside Adam. He’d make sure of it. No matter what it cost him.
Even if he had to break his own heart in the process.
Lucifer was playing the long game, and Eve—clever as she was—believed she was the one in control. It was almost too easy. Every day, she would find ways to pull him aside, away from Adam, her sharp amber eyes assessing him like a predator stalking its prey. Her questions were always the same, carefully crafted to sink deeper, to twist his love for Adam into something less then. Something normal as she kept calling it.
‘You both are friends. Brothers even. Not lovers.’ She repeatedly said. ‘You have to remember that.’
"So," she said one evening, her voice soft but insidious as they sat together in the corner of the garden.
“How long have you been in love with him?" Her eyes glinted, daring him to deny it, but Lucifer didn’t flinch.
"For as long as I can remember," he replied smoothly, letting a small, almost wistful smile curl on his lips. He played the part of someone vulnerable, someone lost in their own foolish desires. He had to give her what she wanted—a sense of control over him.
"And how’s that working out for you?" she purred, leaning in closer, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arm. "I mean, he’s with me now. You’re just... lingering on the sidelines."
The venom in her words dripped so effortlessly, like a snake coiling around his chest, but Lucifer remained unfazed.
"It’s complicated," Lucifer said, casting his gaze downward, as if shame was creeping in. "I guess I’ve been... holding on to something that isn’t there anymore."
Eve’s smirk widened at that. She thought she was winning. She thought her words were breaking him down, reshaping him into someone weaker.
“You poor thing," she whispered, her fingers curling under his chin to force him to meet her gaze. "If you’d just let go, if you’d stop clinging to him, you’d see how much better things could be."
Lucifer smiled, the perfect mix of regret and submission.
“Maybe you’re right." He let his voice crack just enough, feeding her the illusion that she was changing him, fixing him. "Maybe I’ve been wrong this whole time."
Eve beamed, her victory gleaming in her eyes.
"Of course I’m right," she said, her tone sickeningly sweet. "I can help you, Lucifer. I am helping you. You’re already starting to see things differently, aren’t you?"
Lucifer nodded slowly, allowing her to bask in the belief that she was the one with the power. He pulled away from Adam in small, deliberate ways. When Adam called his name, Lucifer hesitated before answering. He started sitting farther away, no longer draping himself over Adam’s shoulder or sharing their little inside jokes. Adam noticed, of course, his green eyes growing more distant, clouded with confusion and hurt.
But Lucifer didn’t notice Adam’s sadness—not fully. He was too wrapped up in playing his part, in pretending to succumb to Eve’s manipulations, even as his heart screamed every time he caught a glimpse of Adam’s wounded expressions. It was necessary. For now.
Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching Adam when no one was looking. When Adam laughed or smiled at something, Lucifer would find his eyes drifting toward him, the familiar ache of longing bubbling to the surface. He would daydream, imagining what it would be like if Adam were his again—if they could go back to how things were. But those were dangerous thoughts, ones he had to push down if he was going to keep up the charade.
One afternoon, Eve caught him staring a little too long. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, her eyes narrowing.
“Still thinking about him?" she asked, her voice biting.
Lucifer forced a laugh, shaking his head. "Old habits," he lied, letting his smile falter just enough for her to believe he was struggling.
"Come with me," Eve suddenly demanded, grabbing him by the arm.
She dragged him behind a cluster of trees, hidden from view. Lucifer’s heart sank, already knowing what was coming.
Eve pulled him close, her arms snaking around his neck. She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, "Kiss me. The more you kiss me, the more you’ll forget about him. You’ll forget those silly emotions, those misplaced feelings."
Lucifer bit back a snort of derision, the urge to push her away almost overwhelming. But he couldn’t—not yet. He had to play his part, had to let her believe she was breaking him down.
"Okay," he whispered, his voice subdued.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing himself to suppress the disgust curling in his stomach as he leaned in. His lips met hers, and he shut his eyes tightly, trying to block out the revulsion that crawled through his skin. It was mechanical, robotic. There was no feeling, no passion. Only duty.
When it was over, Lucifer turned away, his chest heaving. He wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand, the taste of her kiss lingering like poison on his lips. He hoped she hadn’t noticed his disgust.
Eve, however, looked pleased, her smirk smug as she tilted her head to watch him.
“See? It’s already working," she cooed, stepping closer and brushing a finger down his arm. "You’re forgetting, aren’t you? You’ll be normal soon.”
Lucifer smiled weakly, letting her believe it. "Yeah," he said, though the word tasted like ash in his mouth. "I’m starting to forget."
And so, the twisted game continued. Eve dragged him away in secret more often, pulling him into corners and behind doors where she could kiss him, press herself against him, and whisper in his ear that he was healing, that she was helping him forget Adam.
But Lucifer never forgot. Not for a second. Even as his lips met hers, even as he played his part with perfection, his heart was always elsewhere. It was with Adam—always Adam.
And one day, when the time was right, Lucifer would make sure it stayed that way. He just had to be patient. He had to let Eve believe she was winning until the moment he was ready to take everything back.
Including Adam.
“Now, the most important lesson.” Eve said softly, pulling him close. She trailed a hand down his back, lightly stroking his plump backside.
Lucifer bit back a grimace. He wanted to shove her away and run away, telling her to never touch him again.
“Important lesson?” He asked cutely. “What would that be?”
Eve cupped his face and pushed her lips to his. Lucifer didn’t kiss back this time and waited for it to be over.
She then whispered against his lips. “You often think of him when you touch yourself don’t you?”
Eyes widening in surprise, Lucifers face darkened. “What? How could you ask me-“
“I told you. It’s the most important lesson.” She clicked her tongue at him. “If you keep thinking of him during those moment, if he’s the one you fantasy about during your heat, you’ll never be normal.”
Lucifer bristled at those words. Normal. Adam would ever be the only person on his mind when he touches himself. When he goes into what it will only be Adam he thinks off. It made him furious that Eve was even suggesting trying and not let Adam slip into his mind.
“Tomorrow night, let me give you something more…” Eve whispered seductively. “Something more exotic and exciting. It’ll help you become fully normal.”
Lucifer inhaled sharply. He wanted to scream and smack her. But he didn’t. He smiled, his eyes lightening up with darkness.
“During the bonfire ritual?” He cooed with a purr. “Looking forward to it.”
The night of the bonfire ritual arrived, the air thick with the scent of burning wood and the soft hum of voices gathering in the distance. For the first time in months, Lucifer's stomach wasn’t knotted in dread or frustration. Instead, it fluttered with butterflies and bumblebees, a warm, almost unbearable excitement that spread through his chest. He blushed at the thought—this would be the first time they’d go to the bonfire together, side by side like they always used to. Adam won’t even be thinking about Eve by the end of the night, he told himself.
And maybe…maybe he’ll forgive me for everything. He has to. Right?
Lucifer and Adam approached the field, the flickering glow of the bonfire illuminating the path ahead. Old Betty and Berry, the elders who oversaw the ceremony, stood at the entry, their approving eyes landing on the two omegas walking together.
Old Betty chuckled, her wrinkled face lighting up as she teased, “Well, it’s about time. Both of you finally made it on time this year.”
Lucifer smiled shyly, casting a glance at Adam. "Do you remember how excited we were the first time we came here? As teenagers?"
His voice was soft, almost wistful, as the memories of their younger selves flooded back. He could still picture it—two wide-eyed boys, thrilled to be part of the sacred tradition, nervous but giddy with anticipation.
Adam’s face brightened, a soft blush colouring his cheeks as he nodded.
"I do remember," he said with a grin. "We thought we were so grown-up, wearing our carnations and holding apples like we had any idea what we were doing."
Lucifer’s heart swelled at the sight of Adam’s smile. For a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them again, like nothing had changed. Eve’s disapproving pout snapped him back to reality.
"Can I have red carnations and apples too?" she asked, her tone edging on petulant. It was clear she didn’t understand the significance, didn’t care about it the way they did. She folded her arms, her eyes darting between them.
Old Berry patted her on the shoulder, his weathered hand comforting yet firm. "We don’t pick our crowns, my dear. The gods decide what is given to us."
“Fine,” she muttered, though her displeasure was obvious. Eve’s eyes rolled, but she let out a resigned sigh.
She stepped forward as the elders began weaving the ceremonial crowns into their hair. Lucifer watched with quiet satisfaction as Eve was given poppies and grapes. Not carnations. Not apples.
“They match you,” Adam said, his green eyes warm as he beamed at her, squeezing her hand.
Eve practically glowed under his praise; her smile wide as she leaned into him. Lucifer felt his chest tighten, the bile rising as he watched her fingers intertwine with Adam’s.
But he kept his face calm, his heart steeling itself for what was to come. Tonight wasn’t about the little victories. Tonight was the night he would win Adam back. Eve’s smile, her presence, would be forgotten by the time the stars blinked out of the sky. He had to believe that.
As they moved deeper into the field, surrounded by the crackling warmth of the fire, the sky stretched above them, dark and endless. The village was gathered, their faces glowing in the firelight, crowns of flowers and fruit dotting their heads. The ritual was about to begin, and Lucifer could feel the pulse of it, the way the air shimmered with magic, with the unspoken promises of the gods.
He glanced at Adam again, his heart hammering. By the end of this night, he thought, it’ll just be us again. Like it’s always been.
The fire roared higher, and the chanting began. Each couple was to walk through the flames—a symbolic passage into the next phase of their lives. A chance to solidify bonds or break them entirely.
Lucifer’s eyes darted to Eve. She stood beside Adam, her face serene, confident. But there was something else there too, something that had been growing in her eyes over the past few weeks. A knowing. She wasn’t a fool, despite how she presented herself. She knew Lucifer had been playing her game, and in some twisted way, she liked it. She believed she had broken him, that she had stolen Adam from him completely. But Lucifer had one last move left to play.
As the night deepened and the first few pairs crossed the bonfire’s edge, Lucifer felt the weight of what he was about to do settle into his bones. He was taking a risk—a massive one. But he had no choice.
But Adam will forgive him. He always forgives him. They are only going through a rough patch right now.
He waited until Eve and Adam were standing close to the fire, ready to cross together. He stepped up beside them, his voice soft but clear.
“Adam,” he said, his heart in his throat. “Can I walk with you? One last time?”
Eve's eyes flashed with irritation, her grip tightening on Adam’s hand. "He’s with me now, Lucifer," she said sharply.
But Adam hesitated, his green eyes flickering with something unreadable.
“We haven’t really seen each other all year,” Adam murmured, glancing between them.
Lucifer swallowed, feeling the eyes of the entire village on them. He had to act now, before Eve could solidify her grip any further.
He took a step closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Please, Adam. Just this one time."
Adam looked torn, and Lucifer’s heart raced, desperation clawing at his chest. Then, slowly, Adam nodded. Eve’s face hardened, her grip slackening as Adam stepped toward Lucifer.
As they walked toward the fire together, side by side, the world seemed to still. Lucifer’s pulse roared in his ears, the heat of the flames licking at his skin. Adam glanced at him, a soft smile on his lips, and for the first time in months, it felt like things might be okay again.
But Lucifer knew this was only the beginning. What came next would determine everything. And he wasn’t about to let Eve win. Not now. Not ever.
As they approached the fire, the crackling flames illuminated the darkness, casting long shadows over the field. The heat licked at Lucifer’s skin, but his mind was elsewhere, focused solely on Adam beside him. His heart pounded in his chest, a painful thud that echoed in his ears. He swallowed hard, glancing shyly at Adam from the corner of his eye. For a moment, it was just the two of them, like it used to be.
"Adam..." Lucifer's voice came out soft, almost timid. He felt small next to him, vulnerable in a way he hadn’t been in years. "These past months...they’ve been really hard for me."
Adam winced, his footsteps slowing as they moved further from the bonfire’s edge. He turned to face Lucifer fully, his expression softening, though there was something distant in his eyes. “They’ve been hard for me too,” he murmured, his voice sincere but laced with an underlying tension that Lucifer couldn’t quite place.
Lucifer’s heart clenched at those words, a flicker of hope igniting inside him.
"Is that true?" he asked, his voice trembling. He searched Adam’s face, desperate for reassurance. "If it was so hard for you, then why did you ignore me? Why didn’t you respond at all?"
The words spilled out of him before he could stop them, his emotions unravelling, raw and exposed. He didn’t realize he was crying until he felt the first tear roll down his cheek, hot and bitter. His breath hitched, and he choked back a sob, trying to keep it together, but the weight of everything—months of silence, of distance, of heartache—was crashing down on him all at once.
Adam’s eyes widened in concern, and without hesitation, he reached out, taking both of Lucifer’s hands in his own. His grip was firm but gentle, and Lucifer felt the familiar warmth of Adam’s touch, the way his fingers curled around his. It was a comfort he hadn’t realized he’d been starved for, and it only made the tears come harder.
"Hey, hey..." Adam whispered, his voice soft and soothing. His familiar pheromones rolled over Lucifer like a blanket, calming yet painful in their familiarity. "Don’t cry, Luci. You know I hate seeing you cry."
The sound of his old nickname, the one only Adam ever used, made Lucifer’s heart flutter painfully in his chest. He wanted to believe that things hadn’t changed, that they were still the same, but the presence of Eve, the cold distance between them, was a constant reminder that everything was different now.
"It’s been so hard without you," Lucifer sobbed, his voice breaking. His hands trembled in Adam’s grasp, his fingers tightening as if he was afraid that if he let go, Adam would slip away from him again.
"Every day... it’s been so difficult. I’ve been so lonely. I tried to reach you, Adam, but you never..." His words trailed off, his throat closing as more tears spilled over.
Adam’s face twisted in regret, his brow furrowing as he squeezed Lucifer’s hands tighter. “I know, I know... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to.” His voice was thick with emotion, and for a moment, Lucifer saw the Adam he had always known—the boy who would stay up late with him, who would listen to all his fears, who made him feel like the world was never too big as long as they were together.
"Then why?" Lucifer’s voice was a broken whisper, pleading, desperate for an answer that could make sense of the ache in his chest. "Why did you shut me out?"
Adam exhaled shakily, looking away for a moment, his gaze falling to the fire that roared behind them.
“It wasn’t easy for me either. Things just got... complicated.” He paused, biting his lip as if searching for the right words. “Eve... she’s different. Everything with her happened so fast, and I didn’t know how to balance it all. I didn’t know how to talk to you.”
The name alone felt like a stab to Lucifer’s heart. Eve. Always Eve. His breath hitched, and he tried to pull his hands back, but Adam held onto him, unwilling to let him go.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Luci," Adam said again, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “You’re my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend. But things... things aren’t the same anymore.”
Lucifer felt like he was drowning, his vision blurred with tears as Adam’s words echoed in his head. Best friend. That was all he was to Adam now. Just a memory of something that used to be. He had hoped, so desperately, that this night would change everything, that Adam would look at him the way he used to. But now... all that hope was slipping away like sand through his fingers.
Adam admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, that it was agonizing to hold back, to not respond the way his heart screamed at him to. Every fibre of his being ached to reach out, to reassure Lucifer, but he knew it would unravel everything they'd worked for, make it all pointless. His chest tightened as he forced himself to stay composed, even as a part of him yearned to erase the growing distance between them.
Lucifer sniffed, his eyes wet and clouded with hurt. "It’s not fair," he murmured, his voice cracking, the vulnerability in his words cutting through the silence like a knife.
Adam nodded slowly, his heart sinking.
"It’s not fair," he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. "But we need this space, Luc. We need to grow on our own, to figure out who we are without... without leaning on each other so much. What happens when I mate? Or when you do? What then?"
He chuckled softly, though there was no humour in it, just a hollow attempt to mask the pain in his chest. The thought of them drifting even further apart, finding comfort in someone else's arms, twisted inside him like a cruel joke.
Lucifer, however, frowned deeply, his expression hardening as if trying to shield himself from the reality of Adam’s words. "I'd always put you first," he muttered, his voice resolute, though it trembled at the edges. "You know that."
And that—that—was the crux of it all, wasn’t it? Adam sighed, his heart aching at the devotion in Lucifer’s voice.
"That’s the problem," he whispered, the words heavy with sadness. "You shouldn’t be. You should be thinking about finding your own happiness, about a nice alpha or beta who makes you feel whole, who... who can give you the kind of life you deserve."
Adam paused, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. "We’re getting older, Luc. We’re both nearing our bearing stages. We can’t keep doing this forever." His voice faltered, barely able to hold itself together as he stared at the ground, unable to meet Lucifer’s gaze, knowing the words were shattering his heart.
Lucifer’s breath hitched, and when Adam finally glanced up, he was met with blood-rimmed eyes, full of unshed tears.
"Is that where Eve comes in?" Lucifer asked, his voice barely audible, the question hanging in the air like a raw wound.
Adam’s face flushed, his cheeks burning under the weight of Lucifer’s gaze. He fumbled for words, trying to explain, to make Lucifer understand without causing more pain.
"I... I really like her," he admitted, his voice soft but earnest. "She’s... different, Luc. She’s not like anyone I’ve met before."
He swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he continued, each word feeling like a betrayal. "Eve... she was there for me. When everything felt like it was falling apart, she listened. She didn’t just hear me, she listened to every word, every fear, and she... she helped me when I needed it most."
Lucifer remained silent, though Adam could see the way his hands clenched into fists, how each word seemed to cut deeper than the last. It felt like he was tearing something irreplaceable between them with every sentence, but he had no choice. They couldn’t keep living in the same limbo, tangled in each other’s lives while their futures slipped away.
Lucifer wanted to ask. He wanted to know if Adam loved her, if Eve had already taken the place in Adam’s heart that he had so desperately wanted to fill himself. But he couldn’t. The question lodged in his throat, too painful to voice, because what if Adam said yes? What if he was already gone? Could Lucifer bear to hear the truth? Could he survive the answer that would break him entirely?
Adam paused, inhaling deeply as if trying to steady himself for what he was about to say. His lips curled into a soft grin, the kind that was shy and boyish, with a light in his eyes that made him look like he was confessing a secret he’d been holding close for far too long.
“I’m thinking of inviting her to my heat,” he said, his voice almost tentative, as if testing how the words sounded aloud.
“You know, see if she'd want to... mate with me tonight." He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair, clearly anxious. "I’ve never had much luck with bonfire nights. They’re supposed to help find a partner, but... well, you know."
Lucifer stiffened at the words, his body going rigid as though struck by an invisible force. His stomach twisted painfully, and a cold, possessive fury began to churn deep within him.
Absolutely not.
The thought blazed through him like wildfire. The idea of someone else, of her, touching Adam in that way, claiming him, was unthinkable. He could feel the dark, possessive side of himself clawing at the surface, desperate to break free, to stop this before it ever happened.
His pussy grows hot at the thought of Adam being in heat. It was something Lucifer tried not to think about as it always set his body off and he’s beginning to drip if he contained. But the thought of anyone but himself with Adam during his heat made him angry.
Lucifer wanted to be the one tangled up with Adam. Taking care of him, pleasuring Adam. Lucifers sure he could do a better job than Eve. Adam would come to love his fingers, tongue and of course, his omega pussy.
He’s sure Adam will love to ride his pussy! Lucifer couldn’t wait to ride Adam’s! To feel the heat pressed against his aching cunt, to feel their body fluids mingle! Lucifer fantasied about it often.
Lucifer kept his face calm, even offering a tight smile as he swallowed down the surge of jealousy. His blue eyes grew hooded and dark, the tempest brewing within hidden behind a veneer of composure. He bore the sharpness of his grin, forcing it into something that resembled support, though every word was a lie.
“Eve’s a nice girl,” Lucifer said smoothly, his voice a velvet caress, though his heart twisted with the falsehood of it. “She’s perfect for you.”
Perfect. The word tasted bitter on his tongue. He didn’t believe it, not for a second. Nobody—nobody—was perfect for Adam but himself. He’d known Adam his entire life, been there through every high and every low. Eve was nothing more than an outsider, a fleeting distraction that didn’t deserve to be anywhere near Adam, let alone during his heat.
But Lucifer couldn’t say that. He couldn’t risk Adam knowing what he was truly feeling, so he kept his mask firmly in place. He added with false admiration, “She’s very beautiful. I’ve never seen hair that red before.”
Adam’s face lit up at the compliment, his eyes brightening as if Lucifer’s approval was all he had been waiting for.
“She is, isn’t she?” he beamed. “She’s the most stunning beta I’ve ever seen.”
Lucifer’s jaw tightened ever so slightly, but he forced himself to smile, nodding along, though the words grated against him like shards of glass. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the jealousy at bay, trying to be what Adam needed in that moment. But inside, the possessiveness roared louder, drowning out every rational thought.
Adam hesitated then, his expression softening as he glanced over at Lucifer, his gaze searching, uncertain.
“I was worried you wouldn’t approve,” he admitted, his voice almost shy. “I thought... I thought you wouldn’t like her.”
Lucifer nearly laughed at how well Adam knew him, but he held it back, not wanting to give himself away. Of course, Adam would sense something was off—how could he not? Lucifer’s feelings for him were impossible to hide, but he’d spent years burying them, pretending they weren’t there, pretending he didn’t want Adam more than anything.
Lucifer’s smile softened, and this time there was real warmth in his voice, though it was tinged with sadness. “I just want you to be happy,” he murmured, his heart aching with the truth of it. And it was the truth. As much as it hurt, as much as the idea of Adam with someone else gutted him, Lucifer wanted Adam’s happiness more than anything.
Adam’s face broke into a radiant smile, his whole being lighting up with joy at Lucifer’s words. He closed the distance between them, pulling Lucifer into a tight embrace.
Lucifer couldn’t help the way his body reacted, instinctively pressing into the warmth of Adam’s hold, his arms wrapping around him like it was the only place he was meant to be. A soft purr escaped his chest, the sound vibrating between them as he nuzzled into the crook of Adam’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply, trying to commit it to memory as if he were afraid it might fade.
“I really did miss you,” Adam whispered, his breath warm against Lucifer’s ear, and Lucifer felt his heart melt, the walls he’d carefully built around himself crumbling in an instant.
“I missed you so much too,” Lucifer replied, his voice low, trembling with the weight of emotion he’d been holding back for so long. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want this moment to end, but he knew it had to.
Adam pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Lucifer’s gaze, his eyes soft and sincere.
“I’ll text more this time,” he promised with a smile, his voice full of warmth and affection.
Lucifer blushed, the pink flush spreading across his cheeks as he tried to play it cool.
“You better,” he teased, though the words were laced with vulnerability. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Adam laughed, the sound like a balm to Lucifer’s aching heart.
“Of course you will!” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with the easy affection that always seemed to linger between them.
And for a brief, stolen moment, it was just the two of them again—wrapped in each other’s warmth, their hearts beating in sync. But the reality of their growing distance loomed ever closer, and Lucifer couldn’t help but wonder how much longer he could pretend everything was fine when, deep down, it was anything but.
It was time.
It was time to put his plan into action. It was now or never.
~#~
The bonfire crackled and spat as the night air filled with the sharp scent of burning wood. The flames danced higher, casting an eerie glow of purple and blue, their colours swirling together like the remnants of a bruised sky. Around the fire, couples swayed in synchrony, their soft touches and delicate kisses becoming a part of the ancient mating ritual, their connection to one another as palpable as the heat of the flames.
Lucifer stood at the edge of it all, his gaze cold, detached, as if the warmth of the fire and the love around it couldn't quite reach him. Yet, with a feigned bashfulness, he extended his hand toward Eve, luring her effortlessly away from the crowd. She followed him eagerly, a triumphant glint in her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk that hinted at the satisfaction of conquest. To her, it must have felt like victory, like she had won something unspoken—but Lucifer knew better.
Behind a cluster of trees, far enough from the prying eyes of the others, Eve pressed herself against him, her breath heavy with anticipation. She thought she had control, that she had him ensnared.
Her smirk deepened as she whispered, "Are you ready to be fixed, Lucifer?"
Her fingers trailed delicately over his flushed cheeks, tracing lines that felt more like chains to him.
"After this," she murmured, her voice dripping with sweet poison, "You’ll never think of another Omega like that again. I’ll make sure of it."
Lucifer swallowed the bile rising in his throat and let himself lean into her touch, feigning compliance. He purred under her fingertips, though the sound was hollow, and curled his lips into what passed as a smile, suppressing the grimace that threatened to surface. He allowed her to think she had power, that this moment was hers to control. After all, it was what she wanted—what they all wanted. The illusion of dominance. Betas, Alphas, they were all the same, so easy to deceive, so eager to believe in a reality they could shape to their desires.
Eve leaned in closer, her lips brushing just shy of his, her breath hot against his skin. Lucifer stiffened, drawing in a deep breath through his nose. For a moment, time slowed, and he kissed her—quickly, reluctantly. Her kiss felt wrong, out of place, like pieces of a puzzle that would never fit no matter how hard you forced them together. But Lucifer pushed aside the discomfort, knowing that soon, too soon, this charade would be over. Her touch would no longer linger on his skin, her scent would no longer cling to his thoughts.
The night spun around him in a blur of unwanted touches and whispered promises that tasted like lies. His head felt light, as if the air had been sucked from his lungs, leaving him disoriented. It was all happening too fast, too messy. The world swayed, and then—
"What are you doing?!" The sharp voice sliced through the night, jagged and filled with shock.
Lucifer flinched, his body pulling back instinctively as if the sound itself had slapped him. The two of them separated, the sudden intrusion breaking the fragile illusion of control that had encased them.
Lucifer’s heart pounded in his chest, his pulse quickening as reality came crashing back. Eve’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open as if the words were stuck in her throat. She hadn't anticipated this, hadn’t expected the night to unravel so quickly.
The voice came again, louder, angrier, cutting through the thick night air like a blade. "I said, what are you doing?"
Lucifer stood frozen, his thoughts a tangled web of confusion and frustration. But in that moment, as Eve’s grip on him loosened and her self-assured smirk began to falter, a strange sense of relief washed over him. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go, but maybe—just maybe—it was exactly what he needed.
The night held its breath, waiting for what would happen next.
Eve recoiled from Lucifer as if his touch had scalded her skin, her eyes wide, flushed with panic. For a fleeting second, Lucifer resisted the urge to glare at her, instead shifting his gaze to Adam, who had appeared out of nowhere, his face a mixture of shock and hurt. Lucifer felt a flicker of amusement tug at his lips—he could almost taste the delicious chaos unfolding before him.
Eve stammered, scrambling to string words together. "Adam, it’s not—it’s not what it looks like. I was just—"
"Helping him?" Adam cut her off sharply, his voice laced with bitterness. His eyes burned with betrayal as he pointed toward Lucifer. "Helping him how, Eve? By kissing my best friend?"
The accusation hung in the air like a death knell, and the attention of the entire gathering was drawn toward them. Alphas, Betas, and Omegas alike turned their curious, judgmental gazes toward the confrontation. Whispers rippled through the crowd like wind rustling through leaves, their eyes filled with disbelief and condemnation.
Lucifer could barely suppress the gleeful tremor that ran through his body. Eve’s face flushed a deeper crimson, embarrassment seeping into her every movement as she shook her head frantically, her words tumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to explain. "No, Adam, please, it’s not what it seems! I wasn’t—"
But Adam cut her off again, his voice cracking with pain. "How could you do this to me? I thought—"
His voice wavered, then firmed with the weight of his wounded pride. "I thought you liked me, Eve. I thought we had something real."
"I do like you!" Eve cried, her voice rising with a sense of desperation. "I care about you, Adam! I want to be with you! I want to—"
Adam’s hand ripped itself from her pleading grasp, his green eyes narrowing into slits of fury.
"You call this liking me?" He spat, his voice trembling. "How can you say that when you’re so willing to kiss someone else? To kiss him?"
His eyes flicked briefly to Lucifer, disgust tightening his features before returning to Eve. "I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, Eve. I was ready to mate with you. But now... how could I ever trust you?"
Eve lunged toward him, grabbing his hands again, her eyes wide and wild with panic. "Adam, no! I want to mate with you, I want to be with you! Please, believe me, it wasn’t like that—"
But Adam tore himself away from her again, his heart visibly hardening against her pleas. "You’re a liar, Eve," he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice barely above a whisper but packed with venom.
Eve’s gasp was sharp, wounded. "How dare you call me a liar?" she shot back, her voice breaking with insult.
Adam’s eyes flared with disbelief. "How dare I?!" His voice rose with incredulous rage. "I just saw you making out with Lucifer! You were all over him!"
"I wasn’t!" Eve’s voice cracked, her eyes wet with unshed tears. "I was trying to fix him, Adam! He needs help—"
"Fix him?" Adam interrupted, his voice thick with sarcasm and disbelief. "Fix him with your mouth? With your tongue?"
The words were cruel, each one hitting Eve like a slap. Her tears spilled over, her face crumbling as she shook her head in desperation.
"You don’t understand!" she pleaded, her voice breaking as her hands trembled.
Adam’s laugh was bitter, hollow. "You’re right. I don’t understand. I don’t understand how I didn’t see you for what you really are. How could I have been so blind?"
His voice dropped, thick with sorrow. "How could you cheat on me, Eve? With him? My best friend?"
Eve choked on her sobs, shaking her head furiously. "I wasn’t cheating, Adam! I swear, I was just trying to help him. All those times—"
"All those times?" Adam’s voice turned icy, each word colder than the last. "How many times have you gone behind my back, Eve?"
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She was trapped, her silence speaking louder than any words could. Adam’s face twisted with disbelief, and he shook his head as if trying to shake away the reality of it all.
"I thought you were different," he whispered, his voice barely audible, filled with the weight of a shattered heart.
"I am different!" Eve cried, her hands reaching for him, but he stepped back, out of reach.
"No," Adam said firmly, his eyes now void of any warmth. "You’re not. I want to break up."
Eve’s world seemed to collapse in that moment. She lunged toward him; her voice frantic, desperate. "No, Adam, please! Don’t do this! I love you, I—"
But Adam shook his head, his voice breaking as he said, "There’s no way I can be with someone like you. Someone who’d cheat on me like this."
The words struck her like a blow, and for a moment, Eve could only gape at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Her eyes darted to Lucifer, then back to Adam, but it was too late. She could feel the weight of the stares pressing down on her, the judgment of every Alpha, Beta, and Omega in the circle.
The whispers grew louder, venomous. The looks of disapproval stung like lashes across her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest as the murmurs filled her ears, their voices dripping with disdain. She could feel their hatred, their rejection, and it twisted inside her, until finally, she snapped.
"Fine!" she screamed, her voice shrill and ragged. "I don’t need you, Adam! You were a terrible boyfriend anyway!"
Her voice cracked with anger and humiliation. "No Alpha or Beta will ever want someone like you! You’ll be alone forever, and even if someone does take pity on you, they’ll cheat on you behind your back, just like I did!"
Adam flinched at the words, as if each one had struck him like a physical blow. He closed his eyes, his face crumpling with the effort to hold back his tears.
From the crowd, another Omega stepped forward, their voice firm and steady. "Eve, it’s time for you to leave."
Eve’s eyes flashed with defiance. "I have a right to be here! This is my bonfire too!"
But the crowd was against her now. More voices joined the chorus, telling her to leave, their faces hard with disapproval. She stood there for a moment, trembling with rage, before finally, with a frustrated scream, she stormed away.
As she left, she ripped the poppy and grape crown from her head and threw it to the ground, stomping on it with a snarl.
"This was a stupid tradition anyway!" she yelled, her voice shrill and bitter as it echoed into the night.
The Omega who had spoken first bent down, picking up the discarded crown with a look of disgust. They threw it away, brushing their hands off as if they’d touched something filthy.
"Good riddance," they muttered, shaking their head as the bonfire crackled on, its flames dancing higher into the night.
Lucifer watched with wide, blue eyes as the scene unfolded in front of him. His chest filled with a warmth that spread through his veins—a sick pleasure at seeing his plan come together so perfectly. Eve was gone. Poisonous, deceitful Eve was no longer a threat. She was out of the picture, and more importantly, no longer Adam's girlfriend. Lucifer's heart raced, and he felt a twisted sense of relief wash over him. Now, everything could return to the way it was supposed to be. Him and Adam, just like before.
With eager steps, Lucifer moved toward Adam, already picturing the moment they would finally be together again. His lips parted to speak, to say the words he had longed to say for so long—It’s just us now, Adam. It’s always been just us. Let’s go back to how it was before.
But the second his eyes met Adam’s, everything froze.
Adam’s stare was cold—so cold it burned. His green eyes, usually so full of life and light, were deadened by anger and something worse—disappointment. The sight sent a chill down Lucifer’s spine, turning the warmth he’d felt into icy dread. His steps faltered, and the words died on his tongue as the colour drained from his face. He tried to move, tried to speak, but Adam shook his head, his expression twisting with disgust.
"Adam, wait—" Lucifer’s voice cracked as he reached out for him, panic rising in his chest, but before he could say another word, Adam spun on his heel, stomping away from him. The distance between them grew like a chasm, and Lucifer, desperate, ran after him.
"Adam!" Lucifer shouted, his voice frantic as he grabbed Adam’s arm, trying to pull him back. "Please, just—"
But before he could finish, Adam’s fist collided with his face.
The punch came out of nowhere, sending Lucifer crashing to the ground. He hit the earth hard, the pain radiating from his cheek as he landed painfully on his back. For a moment, everything spun—his vision blurred, his body trembling as he touched his bruised face, dazed and confused.
Adam had hit him. Adam had punched him.
Lucifer looked up, blinking furiously as he tried to understand. Adam, his Adam, was glaring down at him with fury in his eyes.
"How could you?!" Adam’s voice was raw with rage, and Lucifer’s heart shattered at the sound. Tears gathered in Adam’s green eyes, turning them glassy as he trembled with the weight of his fury. "How could you do that to me? I thought you were my friend! My best friend!"
Lucifer opened his mouth to explain, to defend himself, but Adam cut him off with a sharp, venomous command. "Shut the fuck up!"
The words pierced Lucifer like a blade, each syllable cutting deeper than the last. Adam’s voice shook with years of pent-up betrayal, the hurt in his voice making Lucifer’s chest tighten.
"I’m so sick of your excuses," Adam spat, his voice trembling. "You think I’m stupid, don’t you? You think I haven’t noticed all the things you’ve done to me over the years? I’ve tried everything to be a good friend to you, Lucifer, but clearly, you’ve thought of me as a fool all this time!"
Lucifer shook his head, his voice breaking as he whispered, "No, Adam, I—"
"Don’t lie to me!" Adam’s scream cut through the night like a whip, making Lucifer flinch. "You’ve done it before! Time and time again, you’ve pulled this shit, and I let it slide because you were my best friend! But I see you now, Lucifer! I see you for who you really are!"
Lucifer's heart pounded in terror as Adam continued, his voice thick with years of buried resentment.
"First with Lilith!" Adam’s voice broke, and Lucifer felt his stomach drop as the mention of her name echoed through the crowd. He watched in horror as Lilith herself emerged from the gathering of onlookers, her icy-blue eyes widening in surprise as she saw the confrontation unfold before her.
"I told you how much I liked her," Adam continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "I told you she was the smartest, most beautiful girl I’d ever met. I was terrified I wouldn’t be enough for her, but you—you encouraged me! You said I had nothing to worry about. You said you were my friend!" Adam’s voice cracked as the memories poured out, his eyes reddening with unshed tears.
The crowd around them grew larger, the curious whispers growing louder as everyone listened intently to the drama unfolding between the two friends.
"I introduced you to her!" Adam shouted, his hands trembling as he gestured toward Lilith, who now stood at the front of the crowd, her expression a mixture of shock and recognition. "I thought you didn’t like her, and then... I found out you did. And you know what? It hurt. But I let it go. I wanted you to be happy. I let you date her because I cared about you more than I cared about my own feelings!"
Lucifer's face drained of colour, his heart pounding in his chest as Adam's words hit him like a sledgehammer.
"And then," Adam’s voice trembled even more now, "there was Lute."
Lucifer’s stomach twisted painfully as he saw Lute appear through the crowd. Her eyes, once so warm and understanding, now burned with fury as she met Lucifer’s gaze. She had begun to piece everything together, and Lucifer felt the weight of her judgment pressing down on him.
"You went after her too," Adam said, his voice now quieter, broken. "You couldn’t just let me have anyone. You made sure I couldn’t even be friends with her. You pushed me away—over and over again."
The whispers from the crowd were growing louder now, filled with judgment. Lucifer could feel the weight of their eyes on him, and for the first time, he felt vulnerable. Exposed.
"I thought you were healing," Adam continued, his voice barely above a whisper now, thick with emotion. "I thought you were in pain after Lilith, that you didn’t mean to hurt me. But now I see... you never cared. You never saw me as good enough for anyone."
Lucifer flinched, his body trembling as he tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Adam’s eyes, once filled with love and trust, were now cold and distant.
"All those years," Adam said, shaking his head, "I forgave you, because I loved you. You were my everything. But Eve? My Eve... my first love? I can’t forgive you for that. I can’t look at you, Lucifer. I hate you."
Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat as Adam’s words cut through him like a knife. "Adam, no—please, I—"
"You’re Morningstar to me now," Adam said, his voice shaking with finality. "I can’t even say your name anymore. I hate you so much. You’ve destroyed me, and this... this is the last time."
“We can’t be friends anymore. We can’t be anything. Stay away from, you’re no longer welcome in my house, with my family, you’re no longer welcome in my life anymore.”
Lucifer's heart shattered into a thousand pieces as he watched the only person, he had ever loved walk away, leaving him alone, broken, and despised by the very people he had tried to manipulate. The flames of the bonfire flickered behind him, but for Lucifer, the night had never felt colder.
Lilith and Lute shared a long look. They nodded to one another – it seemed they needed to have a long talk.
Lucifer glared as the two Alphas walked away from him too.
They had no right to judge him.
No fucking right.
~#~
Lucifer was so beyond stupid. He had ruined everything. All those years with Adam—every moment, every laugh, every whispered word—gone. Reduced to ruins, destroyed, crumbled into dust like fragile glass shattered by his own foolish hand. The memories that once filled him with warmth now only served to hollow him out, leaving behind nothing but a gaping emptiness that gnawed at his soul.
He could still feel the ghost of those nights in Adam’s nest, the way they would tangle together under blankets, bodies pressed close, seeking comfort in each other's presence. The warmth that had surrounded them, the safety Lucifer had found there, was gone now. Destroyed. He could still remember how Adam’s heartbeat had sounded beneath his ear, steady and calming, grounding him when the world felt too harsh. Adam’s scent had always been his sanctuary, the one place Lucifer felt truly at home, truly wanted.
But all of that was lost now. Gone.
The jealousy—the possessiveness—that had festered inside Lucifer for so long had finally destroyed everything. How could he have let it consume him? How could he have been so reckless, so blind? If only he had been honest from the beginning, if only he had told Adam the truth about how he felt. If only he had had the courage to say, I love you. Maybe then things would have been different. Maybe then Adam wouldn’t have walked away.
He should have told him. He should have told him.
If Lucifer had just opened his mouth, told Adam how his heart beat faster every time he was near, how the thought of losing him was more terrifying than anything else in the world... maybe it wouldn’t have come to this. But he hadn’t. He had kept his feelings locked away, hidden beneath layers of fear and denial. He had let his insecurity fester, had allowed his jealousy to take control, and now... he was paying the price.
And it wasn’t just love that he had kept hidden—it was fear. Raw, paralyzing fear. Because Lucifer was an Omega in love with another Omega. In their world, that was unheard of, taboo. His family had already disowned him, cast him aside like he was nothing more than a stain on their name. His parents had turned their backs on him the moment they found out what he was, cold and unforgiving. Lucifer had known nothing but pain, rejection, and loneliness—except when he was with Adam. Adam was the only warmth in his life. The only light in the darkness.
Why hadn’t he told him that? Why hadn’t he begged Adam to stay, to understand?
Lucifer clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms as the self-hatred boiled inside him. He should have told him! Should have told Adam how much he needed him, how terrified he was of being alone again. But he hadn’t. He had kept his mouth shut, playing some ridiculous game of pretending he didn’t care, pretending that Adam’s happiness with Eve didn’t feel like knives twisting in his heart. And now it was too late.
He had ruined it all.
The bruise on his cheek, dark and aching, was proof enough that he would never be forgiven. Adam had hit him—Adam, who had never raised his voice in anger, who had always been gentle and kind. Lucifer had pushed him so far, driven him to a breaking point, and now... now there was no going back. That bruise was a mark of everything Lucifer had lost, everything he had destroyed with his own two hands.
Adam wasn’t just his best friend. He wasn’t just the one person who had stood by Lucifer when everyone else had turned away. Adam was his family. His only family. His only friend. The love of his life. The only person Lucifer had ever truly loved, the only person who had ever made him feel like he wasn’t broken, like he wasn’t something to be ashamed of. And now, because of Lucifer’s stupidity—because of his foolishness—he had lost him.
Lucifer had lost the only chance he had at true love. All because he had been too scared, too selfish to let Adam go when he needed to. He had tried to hold on too tightly, too desperately, and now the very thing he feared had come true. Adam had slipped away.
Lucifer sank to the floor, his body shaking with the force of his grief. He had thought—God, he had thought—his plan would work. That if he just waited long enough, if he stayed close enough, Adam would realize that it was Lucifer he was meant to be with. That no one else could ever love him the way Lucifer did. But it had all been a lie, hadn’t it? A pathetic fantasy he had clung to because the truth—that Adam would never love him back, that Adam would choose someone else—was too unbearable to face.
Lucifer pressed a trembling hand to his cheek, to the bruise that still throbbed with Adam’s anger, and his heart shattered all over again. He had wanted to fight for Adam. He had wanted to believe that love—his love—would be enough to bring them together in the end. But now, all that was left were the ruins of what could have been.
The silence around him felt suffocating, the loneliness unbearable. He had lost everything that mattered, and the worst part was... it was all his own fault.
before they get together Omega Adam bending down to pick up flowers, while Omega Lucifer standing behind him . His nails digging into his hands, as he tries to control himself for jumping on the first man .
Adam: Look how many pretty flowers !
Lucifer: 👁️👁️ "heavy breathing while staring at that sweet ass"
ahhhh! i love this soooo muchhhhh!!!!
let me know if this comes up alright! i wrote it on my phone not my laptop! it is a bit harder to figure out how to post it!
(also to all the wonderful anons who have sent me messages about my imp Adam au! it is coming! i am writing a oneshot it is on my list! but i am also writing little ideas for your messages!)
Nest of the Damned (Omegaverse Omega/Omega) Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04. Part 05. Extra 01.
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It was a perfect day in Eden, the kind of day that whispered of paradise itself. The air was a gentle caress, neither too warm nor too cool, just the right blend of comfort and delight. The flowers, in full bloom, seemed to blush in the soft light, their colors as vivid as the emotions they stirred. Birds sang sweet melodies, their songs weaving through the golden rays of sunlight that bathed the world below. The sky was an endless canvas of blue, unmarred by even the slightest wisp of cloud, as if painted by the most loving hand.
In moments like these, Lucifer often found himself enchanted by Gabriel’s handiwork. His younger brother, with an artist's heart, took immense pride in crafting the universe's beauty. Once, the sky had blushed in shades of pink and yellow, but Adam had confessed to Lucifer that the vibrant hues made him dizzy. Ever the doting brother, Lucifer had gently persuaded Gabriel to alter the sky’s palette. Now, it wore a soothing blue by day and glittered like a sea of stars by night—a change that Adam adored.
“Adam~” Lucifer purred, his wings spreading wide as he descended behind the human with effortless grace.
Startled, Adam spun around, his emerald eyes wide with surprise. The sight of his Archangel filled him with such joy that he couldn’t contain a delighted squeal. In a heartbeat, he launched himself at Lucifer, his happiness as bright as the morning sun.
“Luci! You’re back!”
Lucifer’s grin was warm as he wrapped his arms around the human, returning the embrace with tender affection. “Aw, were you lonely without me, my sweet Addie?”
“I’m always lonely without you,” Adam murmured, his voice soft and honeyed. The scent of lemon and mint clung to him, a fragrance so intoxicating it made Lucifer’s wings flutter involuntarily. “I missed you so much! Lilith doesn’t share my excitement when I talk about the new things I discover in the garden.”
With a teasing smile, Lucifer cupped Adam’s face, a gentle purr rumbling in his chest. “Oh, my darling, did you find something new? Show me, if you wish.”
“Would you really want to see?” Adam asked, his voice filled with sweet uncertainty.
“Of course,” Lucifer replied, his smile widening. “I’d love nothing more. Have you given them names yet?”
Adam shook his head, pulling back slightly but not letting go of Lucifer’s hand. The angel entwined their fingers, his heart swelling as he watched Adam’s excitement build. The human was utterly adorable, his vibrant energy palpable as he practically buzzed with anticipation. Those mesmerizing emerald eyes, flecked with gold, never failed to captivate Lucifer. He often lost himself counting the flecks, a pastime as soothing as it was intimate. Adam’s cherry-red lips curved into a crooked smile as he tugged Lucifer toward a nearby hill, eager to share his latest discovery.
To Lucifer, Eden hadn’t changed much over the eons. The trees, the grass, the flowers—everything seemed just as it had always been. Yet, something had captured Adam’s attention so deeply, and Lucifer found himself falling even more helplessly in love with the human. The urge to wrap Adam in his wings, to shield him from the world and keep him close forever, surged within him.
But in the back of his mind, Lucifer could almost hear the disapproving voices of Seraphiel and Michael, their stern lectures about Adam’s delayed presentation echoing in his thoughts. Lilith had presented as an Alpha nearly two summers ago, while Adam had only just begun showing signs of becoming an Omega. Sera was thrilled, and Michael had sighed in relief, but Lucifer couldn’t help but worry. He had noticed Lilith’s growing interest in Adam, something that made his protective instincts flare.
Lilith had once ignored Adam, dismissing him as insignificant, and Lucifer had found solace in that indifference. It meant he didn’t have to worry about the Alpha tainting his precious Omega. The one comfort Lucifer still clung to was Adam’s clear disdain for the woman. For now, at least, Adam was still his, and Lucifer intended to keep it that way.
"Look at these, Luci! They just appeared out of nowhere!" Adam’s voice bubbled with excitement as he pointed to the delicate blooms nestled beside their beloved red roses. "I was admiring our roses—I adore them so much—and suddenly, I noticed these new flowers blooming right next to them!"
Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise. A new flower growing among his roses? Those red roses were more than just flowers; they were one of the few treasures Lucifer had secretly brought into Eden, a passionate gift for Adam, laden with deep, unspoken meanings that had blossomed alongside their growing bond.
"I haven’t named them yet, but look, they’re the same color as our roses! Red!" Adam’s voice was almost a song, his green and gold eyes sparkling with curiosity. In that moment, with the sun casting a tender glow on his face, Lucifer found him breathtakingly beautiful. "Remember what you taught me?"
Adam gasped, placing a hand over his chest, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink. "Red roses are a powerful symbol of love and passion. They’re the ultimate flower of romance, expressing the deepest emotions."
"Exactly," Lucifer murmured, brushing a soft feather along Adam’s side, delighting in the way his human blushed at the touch. "Red roses are the quintessential emblem of romantic love. They convey intense feelings and are often given to someone with whom one shares a deep, abiding connection." His voice was a warm whisper, each word woven with affection. "The vivid red speaks of passion, making these roses the perfect expression of desire and attraction."
"But they mean even more than that," Lucifer continued, his tone growing slightly more serious. "Red roses also symbolize respect and deep admiration. They can represent enduring love and commitment, often marking significant anniversaries or milestones in a relationship."
Adam listened, entranced, nodding as he absorbed each word. "Red roses are our flower. They represent us."
"Good boy, such a clever Omega," Lucifer teased, his eyes gleaming with pride. Adam beamed, his heart swelling at the praise, the warmth of Lucifer’s love enveloping him like the softest embrace.
With eager anticipation, Adam led Lucifer to their cherished patch of red roses—a secret sanctuary where the two Omegas could tend to their garden and enjoy each other’s company without the interference of other Archangels or the prying eyes of Lilith. As they approached the vibrant blooms, Adam’s face lit up with pure joy, his happiness as radiant as the sun that bathed them.
"They’re always blooming, never withering," Adam sighed, his voice soft with contentment as his smile deepened, brimming with sweetness, affection, and unmistakable love. "I really love our roses."
Lucifer couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride swell within him. He longed to nuzzle against Adam, to scent him and claim him as his own, but he restrained himself. He was an Archangel, and Adam was the first human—barriers that kept them apart, no matter how much his heart wished otherwise. Besides, they were both Omegas, and Omegas weren’t supposed to be together... but oh, how Lucifer wished the world had been different.
"Look, these are the new flowers," Adam said with a bright smile, bending down to examine the tiny blossoms nestled among the roses. "They’re red too, just like the roses. They’re so pretty and smell so lovely. They remind me of you—they smell like you."
Lucifer’s gaze softened as he peered at the delicate flowers. They carried his scent? And Adam cherished them because of that? His heart fluttered with a quiet, joyful tremor at the thought. Stepping closer to inspect them, Lucifer’s focus shifted abruptly as something else entirely caught his attention.
Oh.
Oh, heavens.
Adam was fully bent over, his position offering Lucifer an unintended yet utterly irresistible view. The sunlight danced across his skin, highlighting the soft freckles on his buttocks. Lucifer’s breath hitched as he found himself entranced, wondering just how many freckles adorned Adam’s tender flesh. A shiver ran up his spine as desire coiled tight within him, making his fingers clench until his nails dug into his palms, the sting a necessary anchor to reality.
No, he couldn’t allow himself to look, to give in to the temptation of Adam’s adorably exposed behind. Adam wasn’t his—not yet. He should be, but in this moment, he wasn’t.
Lucifer’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard, tugging at the collar of his robes in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. "Um… y-you should pick a name for them…"
"Really?" Adam hummed, oblivious to the effect he was having on the Archangel, wiggling his hips slightly as he shifted on the balls of his feet. The innocent gesture sent a surge of heat through Lucifer, nearly undoing him. Adam tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh! I’ve got it! Carnations! Red Carnations! Another beautiful flower that represents us!"
Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to maintain his composure. The urge to reach out and touch Adam’s perfect, freckled skin was overwhelming, almost unbearable.
"T-That’s great! So great!" he stammered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Lucifer and Adam have nothing against the pool, Lucifer having his own family pool and invites Adam over a lot . Seeing the Omega in his bikini, makes Lucifer want to do dirty many dirty things .
Ofcourse Adam also loves seeing his Omega boyfriend in a bikini (although he can control himself better)
As teens they often went on dates to the swimming pool, but it always end up in a disaster . Because Lucifer could only wear child swimsuits because he is so small, which the bartender often mocked him .
Adam's bikini was always to small because how big he was, some Alphas tried to scent him a few times .
So they got banned (not that they care) after Adam broke the bartenders nose flat . And Lucifer .. Well those Alphas ended up in the hospital without sueing them .
@things-arent-what-they-seem66 got inspired by their post of yandere Omega Lucifer ! (I am weak for yandere Omegas)
He could stare at him forever .
Lucifer purrs softly as he and Adam lay in bed together, taking a nap after school was a thing both of them did ever since they were kids . Lucifer was not really tired he slept mostly in class (and still be on top), so he can stare all he wants at his Omega .
Lucifer feel his heart beat faster, how he wish that Adam would be already his . Lucifer has patience thought, Adam was surely slowly falling for him .
He was sure .
He purrs almost louder as Adam, pulls Lucifer closer to him . The scent of the bigger Omega, was bit sweaty but just how Lucifer likes it . The breasts against his face made his panties wet, he wants to feel if Adam is wet as well .
Adam moans softly clearly dreaming, and Lucifer almost came how beautiful he sounded .
Oh Adam I can't wait for you to be mine .. Lucifer smirks .
All he has to do is get rid of that pest of an Alpha Eve, and he will enjoy her screams as he rips out those mating glands of hers . Daring to scent his Omega .
Lucifer would get what he wants, even if he has to taint his hands .
omegaverse where Omega Adam has thick chest hair, and Omega Lucifer just laying on his chest . His face being tickles by the hair as he purrs happily .
when writing Nest of the Damned, my omegaverse AU of Lucifer x Adam (they're both omegas and go against God to be together) i listen to Lana Del Rey - Chemtrails Over the Country Club. i hope when reading the first chapter (and second chapter when i post it), you get the same emotion and feel ~
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