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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[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.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed. "It's Shakespeare, gona. Ancient romance." He skipped most of the rest of the sonnet, jumping right to: "'I grant I never saw a goddess go;' My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.'"

He thought she might like that bit, somehow.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed a kiss behind Duke's ear. "'And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare. As any she belied with false compare.' It's a poem made for your contrarian yet lovely behind, darling."

[okteiviakom]

"Sounds old," Octavia murmured, trying for a quip but landing somewhere much more soft again.

She pressed another kiss against Duke's chest.

"Sounds nice," she added. "You know. As much as I understood it, anyway."

[betterthanaplan]

"Shakespeare is pretty inscrutable," Duke agreed, dropping a kiss to her hair in return. "But I like him anyway. He's equal parts romance and dick jokes."

[my_own_advocate]

"Rather Duke in a nutshell," Lucifer teased. "Mm, I believe the idea of that poem is that one's love does not compare to all of the world's legendary beauties, because she's special, and thus better."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh," Octavia murmured. Her fingertips were drawing random shapes against Lucifer's arm.

She nuzzled Duke's chest a little more. Feeling a little... small, again. But in that weird, good, safe kind of way.

[betterthanaplan]

"Right to the heart as always, Luce," Duke said. "Mochof."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's lips quirked. "I should know, I've slept with a few beautiful humans in my day," he said. "A lot of them, actually."

He ran his fingers along Octavia's hip. "And now I get to keep the best ones."

Which was, frankly, insane.

[okteiviakom]

And it wasn't the keeping them that was the insane part, from the other side.

"How can we be the best ones?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke would agree with her, except that he thought she really was the best. He turned his head a little, still hanging onto Octavia, clearly waiting for the answer.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer really should have seen that question coming, shouldn't he?

"How can you not?" he asked, after a moment's pause. "I've never met anyone like either of you in all my life."

He shifted, cushioning his head on his free hand.