When Adam had left this morning to go to university the house had been a bit messy but nothing out of the ordinary, now it was utter chaos. The corridor had been acceptable but the living room looked like a pillow factory had vomited into it rather violently – if pillow factories could vomit, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that their living room could as well have been an improvised padded cell with all the mats, pillows and blanket that were covering the whole room.
Black curtains stopped any light coming in through the windows but there were new lamps as well, bathing the room in a warm, comforting glow. And who the hell left the heating on?
"Lucifer? Michael? Get here right now!" Adam bellowed, not sure if he was supposed to be angry or not.
He could see something moving under a mountain of blankets and a second later Lucifer's head appeared. The archangel looked grumpy and rather unhappy that Adam had dared to shout but he didn't make a move to get out of his hiding spot.
“Adam!” Michael suddenly appeared behind him, surprise coloring his voice. “You weren't supposed to be home for another hour. We aren't done yet!”
“Done with what?” Adam asked, slightly creeped out by the sheer amount of blankets and pillows and not to forget Lucifer glowering from between them.
“The nest.” Michael sounded reverently when he said that, looking at Lucifer with more love and affection than the current death glare warranted.
“The nest.” Adam knew he sounded stupid but he had no clue what Michael was talking about and he was starting to get the feeling that he was missing something important here, something he shouldn't miss.
“Yes, the nest. Lucifer is nearly ready to conceive, soon we're going to have our own little eggs.” Michael cooed while Lucifer just snarled at the words, clearly not as excited as Michael.
Adam felt rather speechless. He had no clue what was going on though he was fairly sure they weren't talking about a chicken egg. From what he remembered of Castiel explaining to Dean how he had been able to get a child from Gabriel though they were both guys Adam was sure that angels weren't able to get pregnant often. He thought Castiel said something about it happening every few hundred years and even then it wasn't guaranteed.
But honestly, he didn't remember much he had been too busy playing with a little ball of feathers under Gabriel's watchful eyes. And he remember even less about the lecture he had gotten before he had been able to meet Michael for the first time.
He felt a hand on his arm and allowed Michael to pull him away from a more and more aggressive and agitated Lucifer. Once they were in their old bedroom – which now seemed to hold all the stuff the two angels had pulled out of the living room – Michael turned him around and forced him to look at him.
“Adam. This is very important for us. I know you don't feel ready for a child but it's probably the only chance in quite a while for Lucifer to get a baby from you, love.”
Pulling himself together Adam tried to process what was going on though he already felt like he was failing spectacularly.
“Wait. So Lucifer can get pregnant?”
Michael seemed a bit disappointed by the fact that he clearly had no clue what was going on but unlike Lucifer he had the self-control to try and explain things even when he thought everyone should know them.
“Not exactly pregnant. We have a mating cycle and once every few hundred years we can create a new being from our grace. But it doesn't always work. Grace can only be bound together by affection so the parties involved need to have a very close relationship for it to work.”
Rather overwhelmed Adam rubbed his hand over his forehead, grabbing his hair in worry before letting go again. Now that he was paying attention to Michael he realized the angel looked drawn and nervous. He might be just as afraid as Lucifer had appeared.
“So now Lucifer can have a baby with you?” he asked, ignoring the twinge of jealousy. If Lucifer and Michael could create a baby he wouldn't be an asshole about it.
“Not with me. With us. It doesn't matter that I'm not in mating season or that you're human. We can have a baby all of our own.”
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Fledgelings 1/3, Domesticity/AU, PG-13, SPN, Adam/Michael/Lucifer
Date: 2012-04-18 11:14 am (UTC)When Adam had left this morning to go to university the house had been a bit messy but nothing out of the ordinary, now it was utter chaos. The corridor had been acceptable but the living room looked like a pillow factory had vomited into it rather violently – if pillow factories could vomit, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that their living room could as well have been an improvised padded cell with all the mats, pillows and blanket that were covering the whole room.
Black curtains stopped any light coming in through the windows but there were new lamps as well, bathing the room in a warm, comforting glow. And who the hell left the heating on?
"Lucifer? Michael? Get here right now!" Adam bellowed, not sure if he was supposed to be angry or not.
He could see something moving under a mountain of blankets and a second later Lucifer's head appeared. The archangel looked grumpy and rather unhappy that Adam had dared to shout but he didn't make a move to get out of his hiding spot.
“Adam!” Michael suddenly appeared behind him, surprise coloring his voice. “You weren't supposed to be home for another hour. We aren't done yet!”
“Done with what?” Adam asked, slightly creeped out by the sheer amount of blankets and pillows and not to forget Lucifer glowering from between them.
“The nest.” Michael sounded reverently when he said that, looking at Lucifer with more love and affection than the current death glare warranted.
“The nest.” Adam knew he sounded stupid but he had no clue what Michael was talking about and he was starting to get the feeling that he was missing something important here, something he shouldn't miss.
“Yes, the nest. Lucifer is nearly ready to conceive, soon we're going to have our own little eggs.” Michael cooed while Lucifer just snarled at the words, clearly not as excited as Michael.
Adam felt rather speechless. He had no clue what was going on though he was fairly sure they weren't talking about a chicken egg. From what he remembered of Castiel explaining to Dean how he had been able to get a child from Gabriel though they were both guys Adam was sure that angels weren't able to get pregnant often. He thought Castiel said something about it happening every few hundred years and even then it wasn't guaranteed.
But honestly, he didn't remember much he had been too busy playing with a little ball of feathers under Gabriel's watchful eyes. And he remember even less about the lecture he had gotten before he had been able to meet Michael for the first time.
He felt a hand on his arm and allowed Michael to pull him away from a more and more aggressive and agitated Lucifer. Once they were in their old bedroom – which now seemed to hold all the stuff the two angels had pulled out of the living room – Michael turned him around and forced him to look at him.
“Adam. This is very important for us. I know you don't feel ready for a child but it's probably the only chance in quite a while for Lucifer to get a baby from you, love.”
Pulling himself together Adam tried to process what was going on though he already felt like he was failing spectacularly.
“Wait. So Lucifer can get pregnant?”
Michael seemed a bit disappointed by the fact that he clearly had no clue what was going on but unlike Lucifer he had the self-control to try and explain things even when he thought everyone should know them.
“Not exactly pregnant. We have a mating cycle and once every few hundred years we can create a new being from our grace. But it doesn't always work. Grace can only be bound together by affection so the parties involved need to have a very close relationship for it to work.”
Rather overwhelmed Adam rubbed his hand over his forehead, grabbing his hair in worry before letting go again. Now that he was paying attention to Michael he realized the angel looked drawn and nervous. He might be just as afraid as Lucifer had appeared.
“So now Lucifer can have a baby with you?” he asked, ignoring the twinge of jealousy. If Lucifer and Michael could create a baby he wouldn't be an asshole about it.
“Not with me. With us. It doesn't matter that I'm not in mating season or that you're human. We can have a baby all of our own.”