Under A Stack of Blankets, A Castle on the Coast of Norway, Tuesday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

It wouldn't technically be their anniversary for a few more days - or had already been weeks and/or days ago depending on whether you counted Duke's nearly-bungled proposition and which stage of it - but Fandom had Fandomed, so why wait? Lucifer had bustled everyone into the portal in the morning, and they'd driven up to his castle (which, at least, he'd gotten cleaned prior to the whole repeating Friday debacle), ooh'ed and aah'd at it for about five minutes, and then rushed indoors to get warm.

The old-fashioned way.

... both in terms of nudity and in terms of blankets.

And that was where they remained, under several layers of warm blankets in a room that exuded both modern luxury and medieval castle in equal measure. Lucifer hadn't been here in decades, but he'd made damned sure the place had been ready for their arrival well in advance. The wardrobe was old but cleaned and refurbished, as was the bed, there were mood candles aplenty, a full wine cellar, and... loads of other things he couldn't think about right now, actually.

"I'm never leaving this bed again," he informed Duke's shoulder. "Ever."

[[ for those who are there, and la la, I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't just linkdrop all that so I don't have to keep searching for those threads. ]]

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[okteiviakom]

The repeat-y weekend had been rough, at least for one where nothing much at all happened. A small part of Octavia had longed to just retreat to her own boat, after, or maybe the preserve, and just be by herself for a while to unwind.

The bigger part of her, however, had been a little more willing to do exactly what they'd done. Including enthusiastically trying to work off all her restless energy and/or distract herself from it.

She heaved a big sigh on Duke's other side. "Sounds like a plan."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was perfectly happy to just live in the moment and pretend the multiple Friday thing hadn’t happened at all. Especially when he was delightfully sandwiched between his two favorite people in the multiverse.

“Okay,” he said. “But at some point, we are going to need food. Don’t suppose this place comes with a very discreet butler?”

[my_own_advocate]

"I considered hiring one, but I haven't yet," Lucifer said. "Felt that might get in the way of potential nudism." He sighed. "I suppose I could hire one later this week..."

[okteiviakom]

"We don't need an extra person here," Octavia replied, lazily eyerolly in her tone. "One of us will make the sacrifice of getting up."

[betterthanaplan]

“Uh huh.” Duke gave her a lazily amused look. “And is that you volunteering, gona?”

[my_own_advocate]

"It certainly sounds like her volunteering," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

"Apparently both of you are wusses, so, yes."

Rude, Tavi.

[betterthanaplan]

“The wussiest,” Duke agreed, rolling over to wrap himself around her.

What? She didn’t have to get up for food right now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Not wusses," Lucifer corrected. "Merely willing to take advantage of your no-nonsense approach to life."

He shifted into the space Duke just abandoned - couldn't waste all that warmth - and wrapped his arm around them both.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a pleased noise, settling into Duke's embrace. She pressed a kiss to the top of his chest, while sliding her arm over his side, where her hand could find Lucifer's skin.

Times like these, it always felt important to be in contact with both of them. At multiple points, if at all possible.

"Sure, whatever you say. Wusses."

[betterthanaplan]

"Being a wuss involves being naked and warm and snuggly," Duke pointed out. "I'm not seeing the downside."

[my_own_advocate]

"True," Lucifer said, pressing an idle kiss between Duke's shoulder blades. "You're not really convincing us that being anything other than a 'wuss' is that terrible."

Sorry both your partners didn't have enough toxic masculinity for that one, Tavi.

[okteiviakom]

Please, it had nothing to do with masculinity in the first place.

"Well, don't cry after me too much when I go."

[betterthanaplan]

"We'll do our best," Duke promised. Not letting her go. He was right where he loved to be. "But I'm sure we can muddle through."

[my_own_advocate]

"At least we'll have each other, hm?" Lucifer said, dropping his chin on Duke's shoulder.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't in a rush to move, either. No one was hungry yet anyway, right?

"Yes you will," she murmured. Was that a whole lot softer, all of a sudden? Whoops.

[betterthanaplan]

"Together, pining away for our beautiful Tavi. . . ."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "We'll get to wax poetic about her gorgeous dark locks..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's softness gave way to something openly amused. "Oh, you can do that while I'm here, too."

[betterthanaplan]

"Oh can we?" Duke asked, running his fingers through said locks. "Can we really?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps absence makes the heart go fonder on the hair issue," Lucifer teased.

He had to punctuate this, naturally, by nuzzling Duke's.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia huffed. "I can't believe neither of you are taking the bait to tell me nice things."

She was heartbroken.

Really.

[betterthanaplan]

"'My lady's hair is nothing like the sun. . . .'" Duke recited, still stroking her hair even as he turned his head a little into Lucifer's nuzzling.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled softly. "...Coral is far more red than her lips' red..."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not sure I like where this is going," Octavia rasped.

Like a heathen.