#guitarspear fanfic

[a-dose-of-comatose]

What Adam does for lute when she’s mad at him

How Mad is She?

***

Lute was in the zone. There were only three minutes left until the end of Extermination Day and she was plowing through Sinners with as much vigor as if only three minutes had passed.

She was surrounded by ten or so Sinners, nothing she couldn’t handle on her own, but Adam had kept his axe fairly clean that day - so why wouldn’t he hop in to help?

As he sliced through five of them with one large swing Lute screamed, “Adam! What the fuck are you doing?!”

He scoffed, “I’m picking fucking dandelions - what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

She ripped her sword out from the last Sinner’s chest with an angry huff, “Go find your own!” She stomped. “God-fucking-damnit!” She stabbed her sword through the Sinner’s chest once more.

“I think you got him, Tits-”

She frantically looked down at her watch before letting out a long screech. She sounded like a tantruming toddler.

“Dude - what’s your fucking problem?” Adam questioned.

“There’s only one minute left in the Extermination and I still need to kill two more sinners to beat my record from last year!” She yanked her helmet off her head and threw it at the pile of bodies bleeding red onto the surrounding brimstone. “And by my calculations you just stole fucking five from me, you dipshit!”

His jaw dropped as she continued to stop through the puddles of blood to retrieve her stained helmet. “Bitch! That’s not fair!” he protested, “how was I supposed to know-”

“I had them!” Her knuckles clenched shut. “I fucking had them!”

At that moment their watches began to chime, signaling the end of another Extermination.

“I cannot fucking believe you!” She groaned, slinging the helmet back on, not so much as wincing as it flung still warm blood over both herself and Adam. 

He opened the portal back to Heaven and watched as the Exorcists took to the sky. 

Looking back to Lute, he rolled his eyes, and reminded her, “There’s always next year.”

That was a mistake.

“Did you just roll your fucking-” she cut herself off, taking a deep breath before spitting between clenched teeth, “Y’know what? Fuck you.” 

“Lute, can we please just talk about this?” 

She grabbed her sword and took flight without so much as looking back down at him.

“Fucking women.” He grumbled as he followed suit.

***

“Lute, babe for real?” He banged his forehead against the bathroom door, grimacing as the shower turned on. “We always shower together after the Extermination!”

“I’m mad at you!” She shouted back. “Go shower somewhere else!”

He groaned, “But Lute!”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Adam!”

“Does this mean no head?”

From beyond the closed door she threw something hard and fast his direction. The shockwave of its impact went through the thin door and directly into his skull. “Ow! Fuck!” He jumped back. “Okay, maybe I deserved that one-”

He could hear the venom dripping from her voice as she screamed again, “What part of ‘I don’t want to hear it’ are you not getting? Go the fuck away!”

Adam ran a hand through his matted helmet hair. The next Extermination wasn’t for another year - and Lute could hold a grudge longer than anyone he had ever met - and he was the first man, he had met a lot of people throughout his long afterlife. 

He begrudgingly pulled out his phone, typing into the search engine 

‘How to apologize to my angry girlfriend’

He mindlessly scrolled through options that simply wouldn’t work for Lute. Bullshit like ‘speak to her rationally’ and ‘admit your wrongdoings’ before he found the perfect option.

‘Buy her flowers’

He quickly ducked out through the front door, and even faster opened a portal to the nearest flower shop. Adam had passed it hundreds of times but never set foot inside - he had never had a reason to. 

Until now.

“Hello!” A chipper voice called from the back. “I will be right with you!”

“All good!” Adam called back, realizing just how out of his element he was, surrounded with all the blooming plants in every imaginable shape and color. 

The Winner waltzed to the counter, tying an apron around his waist. “Hi sir, I’m David. How can I help - woah. You, uh,” he stuttered, “you have a little something on your robes, sir.”

Adam looked back down at his robes. The ones he hadn’t had a chance to change out of since getting home from Hell. “Oh shit-” he muttered, “yeah. I was - uh - baking.”

“You were baking?”

“Yeah.” Adam reaffirmed, trying to convince himself it was a believable excuse just as much as he tried to convince the shopkeeper. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I kinda fucked up with my girlfriend and she’s pretty pissed.”

“How mad is she?” He asked.

Fuck. How was he supposed to explain that his psychotic girlfriend was mad that he killed off what would have been lucky numbers two hundred and thirty-six through two hundred and forty-one? 

“Well-” He exhaled. “We were baking - and my girl, she’s one of those real competitive types - y’know how it is.” He waved his hand. “We were on the last few - um - cupcakes before a deadline, and I may have tried to help her when she didn’t want it - and I guess it messed up some goal she had so she got pissed and threw,” he looked down to the blood on his robe, “jelly at me.”

“No. How mad is she?” The florist rolled his eyes before pointing up at a sign directly above his head. 

The letters read:

‘How Mad Is She?’ followed by pictures of three bouquets ranging in size - A being the smallest, and C being the largest.

“Based on the fact that you’re covered with-” he paused to look Adam up and down, “-jelly, I’m thinking you might need a C.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Definitely a fucking C.”

“Let’s ring you up and then get you outta here.” David reassured. “That’ll be one hundred and twenty heaven bucks.”

“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

***

Adam tentatively knocked at the bedroom door when he got home. “Hey, Lute-” he drew out her name, “can I come in?”

“Fine,” she grumbled, “but I’m still mad at you.”

He opened the door, and was greeted by her mouth dropping open in shock. “You got me flowers?”

He smirked. “I did.”

“I was mad - so you got me flowers?”

Uh oh. That wasn’t the intended reaction. 

“Surprise?” He offered, approaching the bed.

Her angry eyebrows softened as she struggled to contain a laugh, her gorgeous grin spreading across her cheeks as she finally cracked. “You fucking dork.”

“I’m sorry for fucking up your kill count today.”

“It’s alright,” she sighed. “I’m sorry for snapping at you like I did. The flowers are sweet, thank you.”

 He grinned, leaning in for a kiss. “Nothing but the best for you.”

She pushed him back playfully. “Nuh uh. Not until we get you cleaned up.” She hopped out of the bed.

Taking his hand she pulled him towards the bathroom. “Wait - does that mean?”

“It’s not a post Extermination shower if we don’t do it together.” She relented.

Adam looked to the ceiling and whispered a silent thank you, to god, to the internet, and to fucking David at the flowershop. 

The flowers fucking worked.

[guitarspearmybeloved]

Why did she fall for him?

She racked her brain despite her stubborn pride and embarrassment

Angels shouldn't fall in love.

Weren't they beyond this? Didn't they ascend to escape Earth's sinful emotions?

But the longer she thought, the more she saw it in him

A long forgotten gentleness hiding deep below the surface

She can see it when his beautiful golden wings brush against hers

Or when he thinks he's alone he'll bring out his old acoustic guitar

when the stars shine extra bright on clear nights

And trembling ages old lullabies fall from his lips

With no hesitation, his heart remembers softly singing his countless children to sleep

[ravenwritesfics]

hey, I'm Raven!

Hiii! I'm Raven, I'm the writer of "I once believed love would be black and white" on ao3 which is a guitarspear fanfic :)) linking it below!!

I'm mostly just going to be hanging around here, posting a bunch of random writing stuff, and trying to be active while I work up motivation to write more stuff

if you guys have things you want me to do on here, like polls, questionares, posting random bits of writing for when I'm bored or if you have prompts for stuff related to guitarspear / my fic, then put then down below!! I'd love some ideas

also I have a discord server, it's in the link of the description of the fic linked below haha

[niafromheaven]

"But He Is A Liar" CHARLIE REDESIGN DONE BY @demiberdly

[cassandra-baker]

Siete meses para enamorarla.

¡Que vengo con un fanfic nuevo de Hazbin Hotel!

-Creo que me gusta Lute.

Con esta confesión del primer hombre empieza esta distendida historia.

Todos sabemos que Adán no es el hombre que tiene más tacto con las mujeres y por eso recurre a la ayuda de su amiga Sisi para que le guie en el camino para ganarse el corazón de su fría lugarteniente. Hacía mucho que no hacía un OC pero como no he visto a Adán interactuando con mucha gente no me imaginaba a nadie siendo su amigo (y tampoco me imagino a Emily o San Pedro dándole consejos amorosos).

Casi toda la historia será muy divertida y desenfadada viendo a Adán siendo Adán pero esforzándose mucho. Ya para el final quizás la cosa se vuelva más seria (es la idea pero quizás cambie mientras escriba así que es por ahora una incógnita incluso para mí). Bueno, que eso, como el resumen es tan desenfadado como la historia os animo a leer (y a comentar y votar también que se agradece). Ya no molesto más ^^.

[redwritesx]

Adam x Lute - A Lieutenants Loyalty - Chapter 3

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Chapter summary: Lute attempts to get to know Adam a little more. He is still displeased when she continues taking charge of how the training sessions are run, and so he takes the opportunity to goad her into a little sparring session of their own.

Chapter preview: “What’s the matter, Lieutenant, scared of facing off against me?” He grinned widely as if he could hear her inner monologue. She bristled, her feathers fluffing agitatedly. “What? No. I am not scared” She spat at him, turning to face him directly, a fire lit in her chest. “Then lets see what you’ve got. What were your ~orders~ again?” He asked, the way he said 'orders' being in a patronising tone. “Unarmed first, right?” He laced his fingers together and stretched his arms out straight in front of him as he cracked his neck side to side.

Lute sat at her new office desk flicking through the paperwork Adam had lumped on her that morning. Since the training session earlier she hadn’t seen the man again yet, not even when she stopped by his still unlocked office to grab the offending golden sheets.

She had come to find that her new office was on the very same floor that Adam’s office was on – a mere corridor away from his.

She supposed it made sense that she’d be near him as his Lieutenant…she couldn’t say she was thrilled about it though.

With a sigh she signed off the final incomplete incident report and leaned back in her chair. Her thoughts drifted for a moment as she stared at the marble ceiling above her.

Tomorrow, she’d likely have to deal with the morning training session with the Commander present for the entire time, unlike the luxury of him being called away this morning. She seriously doubted her ability to do so without causing him some form of harm. Chloe really had stepped in at the right moment today.

She shook her head at herself and her pessimism.

All she needed was some time to get to know him more, what motivated him, what deterred him, what she could use as ammo against him.

Maybe she could even change his mind altogether on having a Lieutenant and what tasks Lute should be responsible for managing as his right-hand.

Wishful thinking so soon perhaps, but they had a long road ahead together.

With a renewed sense of optimism she shuffled the paperwork sheets into a neat pile and hugged it to her chest with the intention to drop them off at Adam’s office and attempt to strike up some kind of amicable conversation.

She made the incredibly short trip down the hallway to his office. The corner of her lip twitched as the sight of the nameplate on his door brought back the memory of the story Chloe had told her earlier.

‘Dickmaster’…Lute had definitely heard some of her sisters in her intake telling her something about how the first man called himself that title. She imagined it had something to do with his apparent reputation with women, one that he was clearly proud of…

Lute knocked on the door.

“Yyyyyelllo” Adam’s casual voice came from the other side. She twisted the handle and let herself in, hugging the papers with her other arm.

Adam had his feet propped up on his desk, his black boots crossed over one another at the ankle, and his face obscured from her vision behind some kind of magazine that he was holding up and reading. From the cover it seemed to be music related, with imagery of guitars and other instruments speckled across the front page.

Great. Good to know he was hard at work.

“Sera, babe, for the bajillionth time I’ll get you those reports when I can” He remarked, not lowering the magazine from his face.

“’Bajillion’ isn’t a number”

Adam jolted, snatching the magazine down to look at the exorcist before him.

“Oh! It’s you sweet-tits! You and Sera got the same ominous way of saying fuck all when you enter a room!” He grinned for a beat before suddenly freezing and narrowing his eyes, only just realising what she’d said.

“Hey, bajillion is a number”

She stifled a smirk, amused at his doubling down.

“It isn’t” She argued back.

“Listen, if I say it is – it is. End of discussion” He gave her a cocky grin and Lute was reminded why having an ‘amicable’ conversation as she had hoped was going to be hard work.

She could take the bait and continue to debate the existence of a ‘bajillion’ with him, or push past it and try to move the conversation in a more productive direction.

“Sure” She deadpanned and moved closer to his desk, placing the hefty stack of paperwork down on the cluttered surface, grimacing inwardly at the lack of organisation.

“Anyway, here are those reports Sera is clearly chasing you for”

His eyebrows shot up a little, he seemed to be surprised that she’d got the reports done so quickly. Putting the magazine down he reached over to flick through the papers, his feet still up on his desk.

“Damn! You got these all done in one day AND alphabetised them? What a little teacher’s pet” He winked at her, his tone light-hearted, and she felt her face heat up instantly.

She couldn’t place whether his teasing words or playful wink was the main culprit of the blush.

“I am not a ‘teacher’s pet’” She scoffed.

“And I was simply completing the task you assigned me with efficiency…I suppose that’s something you’d personally know nothing about” She bit back before she could stop herself, arms crossing defensively.

Damn it. This was supposed to be a chance for her and him to have a nice conversation, how had it devolved to this already?

To her surprise he raised a mischievous eyebrow, his smirk dangerously playful. It was almost worse than him responding with anger…

“Oh, I’m efficient in a whole bunch of stuff babe...Just ask half the hotties in the exorcist army”

He wiggled his eyebrows with a devious chuckle, and she couldn’t help the deepening of her blush – his suggestive comment catching her off guard

“And anyways –“ He yanked his boots off the desk and leant both elbows onto the surface, resting his chin in his hands and looking at her in an almost ‘innocent’ way.

“- why’d I need to be ‘efficient’ in boring shit like paperwork when I’ve got a cute little pet like you to do it for me?”

Lute felt physically pained by how much self-restraint was required to prevent herself from instantly biting back at the remark.

But oh, did she want to. She took a moment to visualise what beating him with the stack of paperwork might look like, how satisfying it would be to jump on him and thump the sheets repeatedly over his stupid head, and with a deep breath she brought herself back to reality.

“I guess you’re right” She forced out through tight lips, and he tilted his head a little at her, still smirking.

“-Same goes for the training sessions. No need for you to worry so much about that now that you have me here, sir” She tried to strategically steer the narrative in her favour, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Mmmm, no. I always run training sessions, see, that’s big-league stuff. Commander stuff. Annoying paperwork that Sera chews my ass for? That’s Lieutenant stuff”

He couldn’t be more wrong, but she knew telling him that was pointless. She huffed which seemed to amuse him by the way his eyes glistened at her.

Her eyes flicked off to the side and she considered how to get something, ANYTHING beneficial out of this interaction. Arguing with him about her position surely wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

When her eyes drifted back towards him she noticed the discarded magazine sitting on his desk, it was open on a page about electric guitars.

Lute decided to change the subject, still hopeful to fulfil her self-set challenge of having a semi-peasant interaction with the man, maybe even getting to know him a little bit.

“You play?” She asked pretty bluntly.

He tilted his head to the side again questioningly, and then his gaze followed hers down to the magazine, his widened eyes suddenly snapped back up to hers and he looked genuinely offended.

“Do I play…?” He said slowly, in a disbelieving tone.

“Bitch, yes, I play!” He exclaimed and slammed his palms flat on his desk

“You’re telling me you haven’t heard of my band? Haven’t listened to ANY of my music?!”

“Well…I have heard about your band. The others in my intake showed me some videos and stuff. But concerts aren’t my thing, and ontop of that I have never really kept up with social media. So I haven’t seen much” She shrugged.

She also knew, only thanks to her sisters, that tickets to Adams band performances were NOT affordable on a recruit’s wage anyway - much to her sisters’ dismay.

He leant back in his chair and let out a breathy laugh of disbelief.

“Ah…of course concerts aren’t ‘~your thing~’” He made air quotes with his fingers, giving her an eye roll.

“It’s also pretty fucking predictable you’re not a social media-y kind of girl…I’m shocked you’re not still using a Nokia or something, seems like something you’d do babe” He snickered.

“How do you know I’m not?” She shot back.

“Listen, if you’ve got a fucking Nokia, I’m obliterating that ancient shit in my holy light and getting you a REAL phone” She had to suppress a snort, there was something hilarious about the oldest mortal soul ever created calling a Nokia, of all things, ancient.

“And I’ll let you off this once for not knowing the sickest band in all of Heavenly history, but you’re gonna have to come along to one of my gigs sometime. I’ll even get you free VIP entry and everything” He placed both hands behind his head casually and smirked brightly at her.

Aside from being a little egocentric, it was also somewhat endearing how much he clearly enjoyed his music and took pride in it, eager to share it with her.

“Sure” She tentatively agreed, knowing deep down she probably would never be caught dead at any concert let alone one of his. But this conversation was going well, so for once she’d hold her tongue.

He continued looking at her, his eyes studying every inch of her face while he rocked his chair a little, looking lost in his own thoughts.

“You’re weird, y’know?” He suddenly said, although his tone held no malice.

“How am I weird?” She quizzed.

“Well, most hot exorcist babes know everything about me, even the little newbie graduates like you.”

Lute thought back to how ridiculously enamoured her intake of exorcist sisters had been with the man.

Annoyingly, he was right. They knew about his band, his history of kill counts, his reputation in the army - and just about everything there was to know about him without straight up meeting the guy and playing 20 questions. They acted like schoolgirls with a crush.

Although from what Lute had witnessed so far with the more experienced exorcists from past intakes, it seemed like something most of them grew out of…maybe a ‘don’t meet your heroes’ kind of situation.

Dickmaster or not, he was definitely a special brand of annoying and childish, she could see the novelty fading fast with the women who giggled and twirled their hair at him at first.

“And usually newbies are all over my dick too, well, the ones who are into dick are anyway. So obviously you aren’t”

She lurched at that.

“What the hell are you suggesting?” Lute crossed her arms tightly.

“Uhhh, that you’re a lesbo, duh. Could spot that from a mile off”

He smirked smugly and she could tell he wasn’t joking…he genuinely believed he knew her sexuality, and based on what? The fact she hadn’t flirted with him like every other straight or bisexual female in a 15 mile radius?

“My interests are none of your concern” She hissed.

“Mmmmhm so I’m right, not that I needed you to tell me that – I’m always righ-“

“I’m straight, asshole” She interrupted him and he froze.

“Just because I’m not ‘all over your dick’ doesn’t mean I’m gay” She snapped.

His eyes widened a little at that and they sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence for a beat before he broke it with a click of his tongue.

“Well then, you really are weird babe…fuck!” He laughed heartily and Lute let out an exasperated sigh.

The feeling of her phone buzzing in her dress pocket caught her attention. She pulled it out, glad for a momentary distraction, and saw it was Vaggie, formerly Recruit172 from the same intake as Lute.

‘Hey, I’ve got a huge ass new wardrobe being delivered in an hour and could use some extra muscle. You free?’

Lute smiled a little, her and Vaggie had been the closest out of all the recruits in her intake, they had been bunk buddies back in the old door rooms and ended up naturally falling into what Lute would call a ‘friendship’.

Vaggie just always got Lute in a way no one else did, she also happened to be one of the few that came close to rivalling Lute in her dedication and seriousness when it came to training. Even Vaggie’s personality nearly rivalled Lute’s intensity at times…nearly.

She’d hand it to Vaggie too, she wasn’t one of the ones to annoyingly gush over the Commander like many of the others had, but that was mostly down to her being completely repelled by men in general. Or as Adam put it, ‘not into dick’.

In their time as recruits together they had always been happy to simply spend time in each other’s company, even if they weren’t necessarily chatting or doing anything, it was cozy kind of friendship.

And other times they did do things together, albeit it would usually be hitting the gym, or training outside of scheduled hours, they fell into a comfortable back and forth with each other.

They were yet to fall into a new regular schedule though, given their intake had only graduated yesterday. Which made sense as to why she was getting a new wardrobe delivered, clearly making the most of her own new apartment space.

“So, not a Nokia then” Adam's comment brought Lute’s yellow eyes back up to his LED ones.

She snorted and glanced back down at her phone, shooting Vaggie a quick message to tell her she’d be there asap.

“No, not a Nokia”

When she looked up once more Adam was now holding his own phone out towards her. Her eyes flicked between it and him.

“Go ahead and pop your digits in, gotta keep in touch with my right-hand girl. Y’know, for Lieutenant-related duties-“ He said, and she didn’t like the edge his tone had.

She wordless took his phone regardless, entering her number directly into the new contacts page he’d opened for her.

“Maybe for when I’m looking for some midnight fun too”

She paused her motions and her eyes snapped up to his, a dusting of gold rising in her cheeks as she shot him a glare.

His expression was positively smug and she gave him a hard stare, realising with a sinking feeling that revealing her sexuality might’ve been the wrong choice...

“Alright alright!....” He raised his hands defensively, still grinning. Lute looked back down to the phone, finishing typing her number in.

“I can do 11pm too…”

She glared up at him again and he burst out laughing.

“Oh sweet-tits, you’re way too easy to rile up – it’s great” He laughed to himself, leaning back in his chair.

Lute added a name to the contact and practically threw the phone back at him.

“I’m going, got things to do. See you in the morning, sir” She said curtly and turned, moving towards the door to exit.

Not before she heard Adam snicker to himself.

“Fucking smart ass...” He said quietly after looking at his phone and she smirked, feeling safe that he couldn’t see her expression as she was turned away from him.

“- yeah sure, see ya tomorrow ‘Lieutenant and nothing more’” He read out what she’d inputted her name as in his contacts.

Noises of straining and frustration could be heard just around the corner as Lute finished climbing the last set of stairs in the apartment building.

“Ugh - mierda!!” She heard her fellow exorcist exclaim after rounding the corner to see Vaggie struggling alone to shift a hefty box which Lute presumed contained the parts needed to assemble her new wardrobe.

“Looks like you really could use that extra muscle” Lute teased, catching Vaggie’s attention.

“Oh, hey!” Vaggie paused her huffing to greet Lute, a hand coming up to swipe beads of sweat from her forehead.

“…yeah, I really could, Lieutenant” She said Lute’s new title with a clear hint of pride, gleaming at her friend with kind eyes.

Lute nodded with a small smile and she shifted to one side of the box, Vaggie automatically mirroring her and taking the opposite side. Wordlessly they both locked eyes and lifted the box in sync, verbal communication being unneeded for them to work together flawlessly.

The pair shifted the box into Vaggie’s apartment, manoeuvring it to her bedroom and setting it down gently to the floor.

“You need help assembling it too?” Lute asked.

“Nah, that part should be easy, was just moving the whole lot I knew would be a struggle. Thanks though” Vaggie flicked her overgrown side-swept bangs out of her face and gave Lute a lopsided smile.

“Let me get you a drink, I’ve got a bottle of Vodka with your name on it, call it a first-day mini-celebration!” Vaggie said affectionately and Lute smirked, rolling her eyes and nodding in agreement.

For the first few years of their heavenly lives Lute didn’t drink at all, she didn’t see the point in it, and every alcohol she had tried she’d practically spat straight back out in disgust. Beer, wine, cocktails, whiskey – all of, disgusting.

That was until one night, a fair few years back, after much convincing from her drunken sisters - Lute tried vodka, an alcohol she hadn’t had before. Arguably the blandest of all alcohols that existed.

But for some reason, it was the one alcohol Lute could tolerate, even enjoy. Funnily enough it was almost ironically well suited to her personality – a drink with no need for frivolous embellishments - clean, sharp, and intense, much like the exorcist herself.

From that night on, although still very infrequent, vodka was the only drink Lute would entertain and would be her drink of choice when she’d join her sisters on occasion for a rare night out here and there.

It was a rare win – finding something that Lute enjoyed outside of training – and so Vaggie would always make sure she had some on hand just for her friend.

“So…How did things go today?” Vaggie asked open-endedly while pouring them both a small drink.

“Fine, things went fine” Lute bluffed, accepting the glass from Vaggie and immediately taking a sip and welcoming the low burn in her stomach, it was needed after today…

“Okay. Tell me everything” Her exorcist sister said, clearly catching onto the undertone in Lute’s voice.

Lute sighed, swirling the liquid around in her glass as she gazed down at it, lost in thought.

“The Commander…he’s…I don’t know”

Vaggie scoffed.

“Yeah…he is something, isn’t he?” She said, clearly having her own mind made up on the man after her first day of working under him.

“I think he’s flirted with every single girl in our intake who has so much as smiled in his general direction…So obviously that’s pretty much ALL of them…discluding you and me at least” Vaggie joked.

Lute grimaced, thinking back to how that would’ve been true, until her most recent interaction with the Commander in which she’d stupidly more-a-less shouted ‘I like men’ at him.

She could tell after she’d corrected his incorrect assumption about her preference in gender, something had shifted in his demeanour towards her.

“Yeah…” Is all Lute said.

“Well, what else? I mean, how’d it go working with him and everything?” Vaggie pressed, eager to know more.

“He is…difficult. To say the least. Argumentative, stubborn, hot-headed…” As Lute was listing off his less-than-favourable qualities she noticed Vaggie stifling a chuckle and shot her a questioning look.

“Sounds a bit like someone else I know” Vaggie said with a slight smirk causing Lute to scoff.

“I am nowhere near as bad as he is, trust me, it’s different. He has some kind of issue with having a Lieutenant as well. First Sera warned me, and then Chloe, his most recent Lieutenant, she told me about the stick up his ass too…”

“Chloe, she’s the one you went off with at the beginning of training today, right?” Vaggie asked, and Lute gave a short nod.

“Yeah, apparently Adam drove her to quit, same with every other Lieutenant before her too. I’m beginning to see why. He’s such a pain in the ass”

There was a short pause while Vaggie seemed to think for a moment before speaking.

“But-“ She started.

“-not a pain in the ass too much for the mighty 198 to tackle” She said, using Lute’s old name which stirred a comforting warmth in her chest.

“Yeah, well –“ Lute paused to take another sip from her drink.

“I don’t plan on quitting anytime soon, unfortunately for him”

“That’s the spirit, sweetie,” Vaggie smiled and raised her glass, prompting Lute to do the same. Their glasses met with a soft clink ringing lightly between them.

7:01am.

The exorcists chattered softly amongst themselves, Lute standing before them as her eyes flicked repetitively between the training hall entrance and the large clock on the far wall.

She’d give him a couple more minutes, just a couple more, but if he wasn’t here soon she’d start without him.

A part of her hated that she was even waiting at all, as Lieutenant she should be free to run training with or without his presence.

But she didn’t want to make things harder for herself when it came to their newly established and already fragile work relationship, and something told her that starting without him here would be akin to shaking a beehive before reaching into it.

That being said, she was getting rather exasperated with his consistent shitty timekeeping. The graduation ceremony, meeting at his office yesterday morning, and now today's training session too.

7:04. Fuck it.

“Ladies” Lute began, gathering the attention of the exorcists before her. They obediently quieted their chattering and all yellow eyes were on her.

“We are going to begin now. I’d like to pick up where we left off in terms of expanding your combat skills beyond what you’re used to. And what you’re used to is armed combat with your chosen weapons” Lute ensured to cast her eyes across the entire crowd as she spoke.

“That is understandable, however, limiting. You may have chosen a sword, a spear, a mace. But I want you all to practice with other weapons for once. Just like yesterday morning we uncovered a lot of you have a weakness and lack of skill when it comes to unarmed combat, perhaps today we will uncover an undiscovered talent for a weapon you have never before wielded. And over the coming weeks we will expand on this, by the end of it I want you all up to speed on a wider range of combat styles and methods-“

“Pfft, what’s the point in any of that shit?” The voice that interrupted her was like nails on a chalkboard to Lute, her eyes instantly squeezing shut in frustration.

Adam strolled to the front of the crowd joining Lute, his eyebrow quirked at her and look of general distaste on his mask face.

Not wanting to directly argue back at him while all eyes were on the both of them, Lute kept a calm demeanour and chose her words carefully.

“The point is to cover all weaknesses, sir. And in my short time here I have witnessed that all it takes to expose said weaknesses is to take away their weapons” She looked back towards the crowd once more, addressing the exorcists now.

“Do you want to be left exposed in hell? When all it would take is for you to be disarmed?” Several of them shook their heads slowly.

“Would it not make more sense for you to be equipped with the skills necessary to take on hand-to-hand combat? To pick up any weapon, regardless of what type, and wield it with efficiency?” There was a murmur of general agreement and Lute felt relieved

She had been nervous that commanding the entire crowd against Adam’s obvious opinion on the matter might not work given many of them were blindly submissive to him.

But as the crowd appeared to collectively agree with Lute’s statements, she stood a little straighter with pride, that was until Adam’s large hand patted her upper back in a condescending manner.

“Ooooookay Lieutenant, ‘fun idea’, sure. But no. We are gonna stick to our usual shit girlies. So get to it-“

“Sir, I would actually very much like to follow Lute’s suggestion” Chloe spoke up, pushing to the front of the crowd.

“In all my exorcist years I have only ever used my throwing knives, and I know I’m pretty damn deadly with them-“ She tilted her head slightly with a smug, lopsided smirk curling her lips, a hand resting on her hip.

Lute noticed Vaggie listening intently from the side, a near indetectable smile appearing on the girl’s lips in response to Chloe’s cocky remark.

“-But what if I’m even better with a sword? Or even If I’m not better, what if one day I need to know how to do more than throw small projectiles accurately at a target?”

The dark-haired exorcist let out a breathy chuckle and threw one of her throwing knives up in the air, sending it into a rapid spin but catching it perfectly by the handle when it came back down.

“You’ve gotta cut the Lieutenant a break. She’s made a good point, Commander” She waved the small knife as she spoke.

Lute’s entire body was rigid with anticipation of how Adam was about to take this, being challenged not only by herself but now also by Chloe.

At the same time, it filled her with glee to be supported so unapologetically by her fellow exorcist.

Chloe continued:

“You’ve seen first-hand how many weapons we drop and leave behind during exterminations every year, think how useful it would be for us to be able to pick up any weapon and be, as you’d say, ‘sick as fuck’ with it?”

Chloe finished her speech, her smug grin ever present as she awaited the Commander’s response.

It made Lute question why the girl gave up her post in the first place. She seemed so well-versed when it came to confidently standing up to the man. Maybe she was adept in the endeavour BECAUSE of her short time as his right hand.

There was a chilling silence as all eyes seemed to fall on Adam and Lute, particularly Adam, everyone awaiting his response.

He let out a sudden bark of insincere laughter.

“Oh…you fucking Lieutenants…always thinking you know best huh?” He asked rhetorically, looking between his current and former Lieutenant.

“Think you BOTH know better than me? The first man? A man who, may I remind you, has been around for -centuries- before either of your asses existed”

Adam gave Chloe one last glare before his gaze settled on Lute now, his expression seemed to simmer with annoyance, underscored by a thin thread of condescending amusement.

“But no, fine, go ahead, let’s see how far this cute little idea of yours gets the girls” He said with a patronising tone, stepping back and waving for Lute to continue in a mocking manner.

Lute was suddenly very aware of the uncomfortable tension in the air of the room, an entire audience witness to the whole exchange.

She couldn’t afford to appear weak, not in front of all of them like this, and so without missing a beat she quietly cleared her throat - breathing out the tension from her body as best she could.

“Everyone, pair up – pick someone who has a weapon you lack experience in using. And remember, you’re helping each other here, swap weapons and give one another guidance before you practice sparing” Lute brought her hands behind her back and stood tall as she continued her orders.

“And I want you to all start with some unarmed combat too, just like yesterday. It’ll be a good reset to break you out of your usual routine again”

She gave the command with as much confidence as she could muster.

A unified "Yes, Lieutenant" echoed from the crowd as the girls swiftly moved to follow her instructions. The exorcists weaved among each other as they searched for someone to swap weapons with.

Lute observed as Vaggie made a beeline for Chloe, tapping her on the shoulder gently to get her attention. Lute wasn’t close enough to hear their quiet conversation but she could see Vaggie introduce herself, holding a hand out for a handshake which Chloe accepted with a sweet smile.

Vaggie looked…nervous. Vaggie never usually looked nervous.

The pair began showing each other their weaponry, Chloe brandishing throwing knives, Vaggie a spear, two very different types of weapons that required different skills and fighting styles. A perfect example of what Lute wanted the girls to explore with this exercise.

“Looks like it’s just you n’ me left” Adam’s smug voice jolted Lute out of her thoughts. He stood tall, looming over her with an arrogant grin.

“What do you mean..?” She asked hesitantly.

“I mean; your little idea, y’know. Practising unarmed combat, swapping weapons, all that stupid shit, you really gonna exempt yourself from your own training? That’d be lame as fuck of you, babe” The man challenged.

Lute glanced back at the exorcists and saw that they had all found themselves a partner and spread out across the hall to begin their sparring.

Her eyes shot back to the Commander, he couldn’t really be suggesting that they spar against each other…Could he?

“What’s the matter, Lieutenant, scared of facing off against me?” He grinned widely as if he could hear her inner monologue.

She bristled, her feathers fluffing agitatedly.

“What? No. I am not scared” She spat at him, turning to face him directly, a fire lit in her chest.

“Then lets see what you’ve got. What were your ~orders~ again?” He asked, the way he said 'orders' being in a patronising tone.

“Unarmed first, right?” He laced his fingers together and stretched his arms out straight in front of him as he cracked his neck side to side.

She closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled frustratedly.

“We have a training session to run, Commander. I need to oversee the girls while they spar – at least one of us should be paying attention at all times. So no, we can’t-“

“That’s such a bullshit excuse” He jeered with an eye roll before she could even finish.

“You really expect me to believe that? No, babe, you just know that I’d have you pinned to the floor in no time – wanna save yourself the embarrassment huh?”

That did it.

Sharp tingles of rage surged up and down her body, and she glowered at the man. He, on the other hand, wore a self-righteous, knowing look.

He knew she was too prideful not to rise to his words, driven by a desire to prove him wrong.

Her eyes scanned his entire frame as she assessed the situation that It seemed she was about to find herself in.

“Fine” Lute said coldly, accepting the challenge.

Without breaking eye contact with him she reached to her hip, unsheathing her sword and dropping it to the floor behind her.

He was bigger than her, much bigger. So she did have to admit he would have the advantage when it came to physical strength, but she was faster, more agile, and definitely more intelligent. Those would be the traits she’d rely on in order to hold her own against him.

“You want to do this? Then let’s do this” She said confidently and settled into a standard fighting stance

Her fists were raised and her chin tilted down, watching him carefully, ready for any sudden move. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight, ready to spring into action.

The Commander, however, stood lazily with his arms crossed, wearing that insufferably smug grin plastered on his face.

Lute’s jaw tightened, he was clearly going to wait for her to make the first move – and so she would.

She darted forward, aiming a sharp jab at his side. He shifted effortlessly, his arm uncrossing just in time to deflect her fist with a flick of his wrist.

She didn’t allow him time, moving swiftly again for another attack – another attack which he somehow saw coming and also dodged.

“Too slow” he taunted, stepping back to regain some distance between them before giving a theatrically dramatic yawn.

She gritted her teeth, refusing to let him rile her up. She darted in again with a flurry of strikes, all of which she gave her full power. But he blocked each one with maddening ease, his movements smooth and unhurried.

Lute pulled back, taking a moment to breathe. She stayed ready to defend herself though, wondering if he’d advance on her.

But he didn’t, he stayed put and allowed her the respite with a grin, and that pissed her off even more.

“Wanna tap out? You seem out of breath babe” He taunted, although he had a knowing look, clearly aware she’d never give up that easily, yet enjoying mocking her all the same.

Lute didn’t rest long before her next surge of attacks. Trying to catch him off guard by coming at him from unexpected angles, using her wings at times to jump high into the air and swoop about him in an attempt to catch him from an undefended direction.

But he saw it all coming, seeming to always be telepathically ahead of her. He turned too quickly and blocked too strongly for her to get an effective hit in.

“Come on…that’s seriously all you got?” He taunted, his grin unwavering.

It was actually surprising to Lute.

He’d given off nothing but an impression of pure stupidity and laziness in the short time she’d known him, seeming disinterested and downright arrogant. Yet under all of that, he possessed advanced skills and obvious experience.

Given the centuries he’d had to practice, she supposed it did make sense…

Yet it all begged the question of why he wouldn’t want his army to improve, to reach this kind of level.

…Or did he just think they were all untouchable, that with HIM present, there was simply no NEED to have the army be as efficient as possible?

That felt like a pretty good guess to Lute, it aligned with his clear belief that he was also too good for a Lieutenant at his side to support him and take on a level of authority beside him.

She pivoted suddenly, ducking low and sweeping her leg out in a wide arc. This time, her foot connected with his ribs with satisfying power.

A flicker of surprise replaced his smug grin as he jerked backwards

“OW- fuck” He blurted out, a hand coming up to hold where she'd struck him.

Taking the momentary lax in his defence, Lute unleashed another flurry of jabs, ducking a weaving in between each to avoid his attempts to block her.

At least three of her jabs made solid contact before he could block the next by bringing both his arms across his torso.

She wasted no time in grabbing onto them, and with one powerful jump backed by a beat of her wings, she pushed up off the floor with the leverage of his arms and brought her legs up into a kick aimed straight at his masked face.

She watched with satisfaction as the LED screen flickered with an array of colours from the impact and his head was thrown backwards with a pained grunt.

Before he could respond she flapped her wings again, releasing his arms, dashing back and landing out of his reach.

 She had narrowly avoided an anger-fueled attempt at grabbing her.

“’Too slow’” She mockingly copied the way he’d said those exact words to her moments ago, which seemed to only ignite his anger futher.

He scowled at her and reached up, adjusting his helmet which she’d kicked into a wonky position.

She took a moment to feel a sense of victory, but that victory was short-lived.

This time Adam darted at her, instead of waiting passively for her attacks like he did before. Lute dodged as many lunges as she could, retaliating with blind punches in an attempt to deter his advances.

But at some point he somehow caught her wrist mid-swing. Twisting her arm just enough to unbalance her, he swept her feet out from under her with his right leg and sent her sprawling onto her back.

Lute gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, Adam immediately straddling her frame, both of her wrists captured effortlessly in one of his large hands and pinned firmly to the floor above her head.

He leaned in close, his voice low and infuriatingly calm.

“Gotcha.”

She began attempting to wiggle free from his grasp, doing everything in her power to either slip out of his hold or make some kind of contact with his body using her knees or feet.

But he had her effectively pinned down, his grasp shockingly strong and her legs in a useless position from which she could cause him no damage.

“You put up a good fight babe, I’ll give ya that…But I told ya I’d have you pinned easy peasy, didn’t I?” He said teasingly, his voice infuriatingly calm as he held her down without effort despite her wild flailing.

She was suddenly very aware of how much of his body she could feel pressing down on hers through those oversized robes of his, a golden hue rising in her cheeks against her will.

It also occurred to her that throughout their entire sparring, he had thrown no punches, only dodging or deflecting. And even when he decided to start advancing on her, he only grabbed at her. No attempt was made to cause her harm.

It made the fact he had won the fight even more infuriating…

She was about to give him some sort of smart assed remark when the sound of a shrill cry brought both of their attention away from each other.

Both their heads snapped in the direction of the noise, seeing one of the exorcists nursing her wrist with a pained expression, a heavy mace on the floor at her feet.

The distraction gave Lute the opportunity to quickly throw Adam to the side, launching him off of her before she pulled herself to her feet and hastily approached the injured exorcist.

“What happened?” Lute asked and the girl’s partner quickly moved forward to explain.

“She swung it at an awkward angle and hurt her wrist, I’m sorry Lieutenant, I should’ve talked her through it more…I-“ Lute held a hand up quickly.

“This is not your fault, I should’ve been paying better attention to the session” Lute quickly dismissed the girl’s worries of being in trouble.

Lute took a moment to work the injured girl through some movements to check the extent of the injury to her wrist, concluding it was a simple fracture and not a full break thankfully.

She instructed a couple of the others to walk her to the medic bay where she could receive treatment for her injury.

Lute frowned at herself as she considered how this could have been avoided if she hadn’t gotten distracted by Adam and allowed him to goad her into a sparring session.

She decided she’d let the others off, calling the session to a close for today – they’d come back to this idea another day, and Lute would give it her full concentration next time.

The exorcists were filtering out of the room when Adam approached from behind.

“Well, so much for your idea huh? Sera is going to want to hear about this, Lieutenant. How one of the girls was injured following your orders”

His arms were crossed and his tone now stern, but his smug grin made it clear he was playing the part. Eager to try and use this incident to his benefit and as some kind of way to ‘prove’ Lute shouldn’t be so involved in running their sessions.

“Accidents happen. They happened all the time in training when I was a recruit. We are training for war, sir, it comes with the territory. Besides, YOU were the one who insisted on sparing with me, I TOLD you we should always have at least one of us paying attention” Her glare hardened further.

“So unless you want to ALSO explain that last part to Sera, I see no need in bothering the woman about it”

Adam seemed to think for a moment, considering her words and grumbling to himself before he sighed loudly.

“Whatever…”

He looked down at her, his grin returning.

“You’re just being a sore little loser” He snickered and flicked her nose affectionately.

She glared at him but chose not to respond, instead turning on her heel and walking to the exit. To her dismay Adam was quick to follow falling in step besides her as they made their way through the hallway.

“Sooooo, you coming tonight?” He asked.

“Coming where?”

“Fifi’s leaving drinks, told ya about it yesterday when you and Chloe were gossiping about me”

Lute’s face heated up, did he actually know they were talking about him…or did he make an educated guess? She shot him a quick sideways glance and he had that knowing look he often got, she looked forward again still walking.

“No, I’m not coming” She said in a level tone.

“Why not? Or, let me guess, it’s ‘not your thing’” He air-quoted the last part.

She shrugged. She didn’t particularly feel in a ‘going out’ mood. Let alone to celebrate the retirement of one of the exorcists she barely knew. She hadn’t even spoken to the one called Fifi yet, it felt odd to attend her leaving drinks.

“All your little newbie sis’s are going y’know…” It was once again like he was reading her mind. She shot him a look.

“Why do you care if I go or not”

It struck her as odd, he seemed genuinely invested in her coming along. As far as she could tell so far, he wasn't her biggest fan. Any desire to be around her felt like it came more from a desire to fuck with her, or as he had put it, 'rile her up'. Yet now it sounded like he actually did want her there, for real.

“I think it’ll be good for you to loosen up, babe! Besides, I’ll never pass up a chance to see my exorcist babes out of their uniforms and in something a little more appealing” He wiggled his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll attend in a potato sack then”

He laughed at that.

“Bet you’d make it look good” The genuine compliment completely threw Lute off.

He had called her many things in their short time together. Cute, hot, pretty, making comments that verged on flirtatious. But most of it she brushed off, chalking it up to his personality - given he spoke to everyone in the same way. But this felt different, like he wasn't just saying shit, he was genuinely complimenting her.

“I…I’ll think about it” She stuttered.

“Nope, I’ve decided for you, you’re coming. That’s an order”

She stopped in her tracks, turning to face him and opening her mouth to protest. But before she could, he brought a singular finger up to her lips, smooshing them together comically.

“Nu-uh, no arguing, I gave you an order and I expect you to follow it. If you don’t…I will find you and I will drag your ass there myself, potato sack or not” He smirked as she stood there silently, completely stumped and lost for words.

“Good talk, glad we’re on the same page, see ya there!” He stepped back and summoned a portal, leaving through it with a wink before Lute could say a single thing.

She just sighed…This man was beginning to give her mental whiplash.

[deadgirlwalking91]

Brb, sobbing 😭

@eviltortilla I love them so much!!! Silly, lovestruck angels in denial who can’t seem to behave themselves and just be normal around a bathtub 😍

And all the little details you included—the lil blob of bubbles on Lute’s head, Adam’s chest/body hair, the flush on Lute’s body, the duckies?! 😍😍😍

I love. Just gonna sit here and stare at this for a while.

Thank you ❤️

drew a scene from one of my fave fics - “Thank you for the Venom”

idrk how to draw “perspective” (??) as this is like my first attempt so sorry if the angles are off lol

[alieliscious]

Guitarspear but eagle courtship ritual AKA cartwheeling

[branded-rose]

"Angels don't make mistakes" But what if they do? What if Adam and Lute have made a series of very big mistakes? And now after Adam's death, Lute is left to deal with the consequences.

Finally, after like 4 months of working on this project I am SO close to being able to share it fully! The first chapter of this fic should be uploaded this week assuming I am able to get my artistic self to plug in my tablet.

Special thanks to @deadgirlwalking91 for encouraging me, helping me edit, beta-reading everything, and just generally talking me through ideas until something stuck.

Also special thanks to @theredthunderxiv for reading through and helping me with one of the chapters and talking through some plot points.

[faberown]

Adam and Lute are trapped in Hell, the former transformed into a sinful demon, the latter deprived of her wings just as Vaggie once deprived herself. Now they are alone, without anyone, and live in a beautiful garden that they built with their own hands. A replica of Eden which, although not up to the standard of the real Eden, is really very beautiful. But since it isn't the true Eden, in this garden there are also fears, insecurities, desperation, anger and frustration. But at the same time there is also room for a love that can sweep away these nefarious feelings and make new light shine in the hearts of the two exiled angels

This work is inspired by the amazing fanart of the artist Serenade, of which I leave you the account (https://x.com/SerenadePng), for the guitarspear week. I invite you all to go and follow her, because she deserves it

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Monstrous Things

(Early Extermination Comfort One Shot)

AO3 Link

“These monstrous things that we dream in our sleep are enough to strike fear into those who are weak, but we fight for our lives inside the minds of our own just waiting for the moment that we return home." — Monstrous Things by Picturesque

Full one shot below the cut.

One hundred and twenty. 

A piercing, high pitched screech tore through the air, drowning out the sounds of Hell surrounding it. “Mom!”

Lute pulled her sword from the Sinner’s body, allowing it to fall limp on the ground; a splatter of blood flinging across her boots as it did.

“Mom!” The voice sobbed as it crept from behind a dumpster, the small form throwing itself at the deceased. “Mommy! Wake up! Wake up!”

The tip of Lute’s sword clipped the ground, and the unmistakable sound of angelic steel echoed through the alleyway.

Terrified red eyes met the glowing ones on her mask as the little girl backed away, leaving a trail of her mother’s blood behind her. “No—“

Lute lifted her sword. 

“Please, please stop,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to die again! Please—“

Lute shut her eyes and allowed the steel to slice through the body in its way. 

One hundred and twenty one.

***

Lute sat up in her bed, a silent scream caught in her throat as she was violently ripped from her dream. 

It was a dream.

It was a dream.

It wasn’t a dream.

She had killed that little girl. Stared her in the eyes as she begged for her life and then took it anyways.

What had she done?

Who had she become?

She rolled to her side, the faint glow from her bedside alarm clock read ‘1:54’, meaning she managed about forty minutes of sleep. Tired enough from the Extermination to physically shut down, but never enough for her mind to do the same. 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her chest pounded as she chased down her breath, rising to her feet at the realization that she would not be returning to sleep anytime soon. Her feet landed on the cold marble flooring below her. One of the luxuries Heaven presented the lieutenant of the Exorcists with.

Luxuries that she didn’t deserve. 

It was easy to ignore when you didn’t think about it. Easy to ignore two months from now during the training off-season–but impossible to ignore while screams still rang in her ears, as she still had red sinner blood caked under her fingernails. 

She’d have to pitch gloves to be added to their uniforms.

Twelve years in and they were still ironing out all the kinks. 

The Extermination. 

An annual purge of Hell, where Lute, alongside her sisters-in-arms, went down with one goal. 

Kill.

They were to kill any, and every sinner that crossed their paths. Fathers, mothers, children, lovers, the timid, the wicked, the weak, the powerful. 

They earned damnation–and the Exorcists were to be their reckoning. 

So that is what Lute did.

Year after year.

And she paid for it in the darkest hours of the night, when her victim’s death cries haunted her dreams.

She averted her gaze from the bloody pile of clothing beside her hamper–she’d wash it later. There was no reason to stain her normal clothing while waiting to do laundry. That shade of red sent bile up her throat and a tightness in her chest. Lute pulled a black sweatshirt over her head and slipped on a pair of shoes before creeping out of her dormitory.

With as many soldiers as the Exorcists had, the halls were eerily quiet. Most of the girls could sleep for an easy twelve hours after an Extermination, Lute had begun to count on this so she could roam the grounds uninterrupted.

She cared about her subordinates, but it was easier to fight these demons alone.

She breathed in the cool night air once outside, and took a seat along the steps leading to their housing. 

“Hey, bitch.” 

“Commander–” She shot to her feet, hand raising in salute.

“Stand down, sheesh,” Adam let out a small scoff, “the fuck are you doing out this late anyways?”

Lute bit her cheek, looking for a believable enough excuse not to sound like a weakling. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Adrenaline got ‘ya?”

“Yes,” she sighed in relief, eager to take the bone that was thrown her way. “Yes, sir. Just amped from the day–”

“Well you look fucking exhausted, Lieutenant,” he decided, sitting himself down on the step below her. He leaned his back against the rail and let his head fall back. “I know I am. Can never fucking sleep after this shit.”

“No?” she prompted, hoping he would spiral into one of his Heaven-famous tangents that would last hours. 

His voice was grating, he was improper, crude, and often downright annoying–but Adam had a certain charm that made it hard to stay mad at him, regardless of what he managed to fuck up, who he managed to piss off, or the lengths Lute would have to go to to fix it.

“Nah,” he confirmed, falling silent once more. 

They sat for a moment before Lute relented. “Me either.”

Her eyes scanned the sky before fixing her gaze on a pale blue dot in the cosmos. The place that used to be her home.

Earth. 

She had arrived in Heaven decades prior, but often found herself longing for how simple life used to be. 

Adam followed her gaze and blew a raspberry himself. “Extermination makes me miss it too–”

“No, sir.” She shook her head, tearing her gaze away. “It’s not that–”

“Well fuck then, it makes me miss it,” he interrupted. “This shit sucks.”

“You think so?”

He groaned, rubbing his eyes and dragging his hands down his cheeks. “Look, I’ve killed a lot of shit in my life, Lute. I lived for like–fuck I dunno–a gazillion years or some shit, but I did it because I had to.”

Without realizing it, Lute saw her hand creeping to rest on his shoulder, but she closed it into a fist and pulled it back before it had a chance to land. 

“Tell me I’m not terrible for feeling like that.” His eyes jolted up to meet hers. “Tell me it’s not fucking treason –”

“Adam.” She didn’t stop herself from making contact this time. “We do this because we have to,” she paused, “right?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, sounding more like he was convincing himself rather than agreeing with Lute. “And hey, we’re the fucking good guys, right?”

She released a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding in as she agreed. “Right.”

They both fell silent for a moment before she continued. “I hate it too–but I guess if Heaven is the one asking, it has to be right.” Her head fell back against the rail. “Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.”

“I—“ he stuttered, “I talk to myself. Make goofy ass sound effects, pretend I’m in a video game. Bullshit like that, just to distract from the reality.”

“I count.” Lute chewed her cheek. “Like a fucked up version of counting sheep before bed. They’re just numbers. They’re not people.”

“How many today?”

She answered without a moment's hesitation. “One hundred and thirty-four.” 

“Hmm.” He stopped. “That’s kinda fucked, Lute.”

“We’re the good guys, right?”

He snorted. “Yeah. Yeah we are, and it’ll get easier eventually I guess.”

“It has to.”

“It will.” Adam nodded, jumping to his feet. “Alright, let’s go back to my place. If we can’t sleep might as well go watch a fucking movie or some shit.”

Lute silently weighed her options, and decided that hanging out with Adam could be a decent distraction, and since she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight anyways she might as well. 

Adam extended a hand down to her, with a smile, she took it and pulled herself up to stand. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, ‘Tits.” 

“Excuse me?”

His eyes dropped to her chest, where she was horrified to realize the 'V' cut of her sleep shirt hadn’t entirely exposed her boobs, but her cleavage was certainly on display. Worse, she hadn’t put on a bra when she left the dorms, meaning that her nipples were poking through the material.

“Oh my god!” she yelled, pulling her shirt back up and smacking her commander on the arm.

“Watch out, those things are lethal !” he chuckled, “Let’s go, Danger Tits.”

“Oh my god I swear to fuck if you call me that—“

“Chill Lute, fuck.” He draped an arm over her shoulder, leading her back towards presumably his room. “Spent the first hundred years of my life ass-naked. You act like I’ve never seen boobs before.”

“I think the issue is likely that you’ve seen too many, sir.” She knocked his arm off with a laugh.

He pursed his lips. “Haven’t seen yoursss.”

“In your dreams.”

“If I’m lucky.” 

***

Adam’s room was exactly what Lute imagined. Messy, covered in guitars, with dirty clothes scattered about. 

“‘Scue the mess.” He tripped over his own feet, rushing to clear the couch. “Been too busy to clean—what with the extermination and all.”

“Riiiight.” She nodded, carefully watching her step as she made her way across the living room. “Of course.”

He scoffed, “Like yours is much better!”

“It is,” she stated. “I keep a tight ship.”

“Not the only thing that’s tight— ouch! Hey! The fuck was that for?”

“Whoops?” She feigned innocence as he tossed the empty can back at her. “My hand must have slipped.”

“Pop a squat,” Adam flopped onto the couch, “Danger Tits.”

“Adam. I’m serious—“

“Whoops. Guess my tongue must have slipped,” he mocked.  

Of course he had a loveseat instead of a sofa.

Lute sat down in the unoccupied space, curling her feet beneath her as Adam began flipping through channels. 

“Thoughts on cooking channels?”

She shrugged. “Works for me.” 

They sat in silence, save for the chef on screen yelling at the show contestants. 

At some point, Adam’s head fell onto her shoulder.

She did nothing to move it.

His breathing slowed, and he melted further down until settling in her lap. 

He looked so peaceful when he slept. So unlike normal Adam. With no string of profanities, no ego-inflating comments or self praise, and certainly no name-calling.

With his messy ash brown hair facing every direction, he looked harmless. 

The blood under his nails said otherwise, though.

She ran her own fingers through his locks, gently working through the tangles as his breathing turned to snores. 

At some point, her eyes struggled to stay open too, as they lost the battle to sleep. Only this time?

She didn’t wake again until morning. 

[falling-star-cygnus]

im still hung up on Adam hating seeing Lute cry if you couldn't tell

pr.2 of my previous Guitarspear fic❗ :D

basically- Adam's death was just a nightmare on Lute's part and he was actually only injured yes this is me being delulu

{The first man's palm is warm in his final death.}

{Lute shoots up in bed and chokes on a scream.}

{She can feel her chest heave, too hot tangled in her blanket and yet far too cold at the same time. Hot like the blood Adam left on her cheek. Cold like his hand}

{The exorcist slowly lowers herself back down onto the pillows, subconsciously brushing her fingers over her cheek to wipe away ichor that’s no longer there. Lute's heart is beating a mile a minute. She can feel it pulsing in her throat}

{The black and white feathers of her wings tremble, loudly broadcasting their presence and demanding to be soothed; the angel takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes}

{She was being silly.}

{Adam's cold hand on her cheek, his ragged inhales, the golden blood staining unholy ground, his final-}

{Lute throws her blankets off}

"Just a quick check,"

{She swears to herself, barely noticing her feet carrying her to Adam's quarters until she's gently pushing the door open}

{Adam's larger then life form is lying on his bed, facing the wall, and still.}

{Until a heaven-shattering snore disrupts the silence. Lute feels like she can breathe again}

{With a long sigh, Adam's lieutenant turns around to head back to her own room. The ache in her chest has lessened, thankfully, at seeing her boss alive and well. But somehow... it wasn't enough}

{Which was ridiculous, Lute was being ridiculous. What more could she possibly need? That was appropriate for someone of her status to ask for- that is. Obviously she couldn't just-}

{Lute is pressing her ear to Adam's chest before she's even processed she's entered his room.}

{The steady thump-thump-thump of his immortal heart is like a balm on her frazzled nerves. Her eyes close as a sigh of relief wracks her suddenly exhausted frame}

"huh- what the fuck? Lute?"

{Lute would like it on record that the sound that left her mouth at Adam's sleep-raspy voice was not a yelp in any shape or fashion}

"S-sir! I was just-"

{Just what!? Just listening to his heartbeat to reassure herself he wasn't dead? Just watching him sleep? She couldn't say that. Pathetic. She was being pathetic}

"You were just...?"

{Adam's not wearing his mask. Which makes sense, it's 3 in the morning and he was sleeping. Of course, the first man wasn't wearing his mask.}

{It's not like Lute was complaining about it, he was very attractive under his mask. He was attractive with it, if she was being hones with herself.}

"Just-"

{Lute can feel a familiar burn working it's way up her throat as Adam raises an expectant eyebrow. She can't meet his eyes anymore, her actions were beyond shameful. Beyond embarrassing. All because she was needy-}

"Ah- shit- tears... uh-"

{Nice, familiar, warm hands cup her face awkwardly. His thumbs clumsily try and rub away the salty tears that pour down her face unbidden. When had she started crying?}

{Lute can't really bring herself to care when those hands only further prove that her boss is alive in front of her.}

"C'mon Dangertits, don't cry! You're supposed to be badass!"

{It's so heart-wrenchingly close to what he had said to her on that day that Lute just cries harder. She can't get any words out, can't say anything to rectify her rather pathetic display. But- Adam almost died. Almost died in her arm. She's allowed to be upset damnit!}

"Fuck- uh- ah shit, Lute. Please? Please don't cry..."

{The first man is full of surprises tonight. First saying please and now dragging his lieutenant into his arms with a near frantic urgency}

{He holds her head gently to his chest, golden wings folding over the shaking exorcist in a protective barrier. That familiar thumping fills her ears again.}

{Lute can feel his hand card awkwardly through her silvery hair, the other resting on the stump of what's left of her arm. It feels... surprisingly nice}

"See? I'm- I'm ok, yeah? Takes more then some fuckin' cyclops with a needle to take the first man out."

{Now that Lute's not driving herself into a headache with sobs, she can hear the shaky notes of concern under his boasting. The hands pull her just a bit closer, and it's because of this closeness that she can hear:}

"...i hate seeing you cry."

{It's whispered so softly it's like a secret admission, like nobody but him was supposed to hear it; not even Lute}

"...so please, don't do it. Not for me."

{Adam buries his nose into the silver strands he's been finger brushing, moving his hand to hold the back of her neck instead}

{The exorcist's tears have died into sniffles, the expected headache raging inside her skull in sharp fireworks. Lute turns her head to the side, resting her cheek on Adam's shoulder and bringing her knees up to her chest}

{They stay like this for a good ten minutes or so. Until Lute is feeling tired enough to attempt sleep again and uncurl herself from her boss's comforting hold}

{The lieutenant doesn't want to leave his arms, embarrassingly enough. But she's overstayed her welcome and they both need their rest if-}

{Adam's wings drag her right back into him}

"Sir-!?" "Adam."

{Lute's jaw closes itself with a click as the first man cuts her off, laying back down on his side with his best friend in his arms}

"Just- Adam. Just for right now..."

{It's a rare show of vulnerability from him, drawn out from his lieutenant's tears. Lute can't bring herself to deny him anything, not when his arms and wings are holding her close like she's something precious}

"...Adam."

{They'll have to talk about- this- in the morning, probably. Whatever this is between them. Or maybe they won't. Maybe when Adam wakes up, Lute will have already fled back to her room. Maybe Lute will wake up in an empty bed far too big for smaller stature and tucked in a blanket.}

{Or maybe they'll wake up still tangled in each other, still with tears stains on their persons, still holding each other tight enough that neither Heaven nor Hell could pull them apart}

{Maybe they'll just be Lute and Adam. For a few more stolen moments.}

[deadgirlwalking91]

thank you for the venom chapter 18 - 'in front of your eyes, it falls from the skies, when you don't know what you're looking to find'

“Sera my darling, it has been far too long since I’ve graced you with my presence.” Adam held his arms out wide, as if he were inviting Sera to embrace him. “Bring it in, boss lady.”

He smirked to himself as he watched her close her eyes and inhale deeply through her nose, holding her breath momentarily before exhaling through her mouth. Riling Sera up was just too easy most of the time, but Adam had to give himself credit where credit was due—the exasperated sighs and meditating usually didn’t occur until about ten minutes into their meetings, so he’d clearly started off strong. She opened her eyes, narrowing them in his direction.

“No Adam, I will not bring it in. Take a seat—”

“Alright, alright—pound it then, queen.” He held a closed fist over her desk, grinning as he awaited the fist bump he knew would never come. Still, it never hurt to try.

[guitarspearmybeloved]

I fuckin love the fandom around this couple. There are so many talented and skilled fanfic writers, yall just keep serving 😘🤌🏻

[niafromheaven]

Hmmmm, me actually writing decent Guitarspear smut? Shocking! Crazy! Wild!

Bottom Adam hehe

WARNING:VERY KINKY. Pain kink, pegging, praise kink but not a lot tbh.

[cassandra-baker]

Recomendando fanfics de Hazbin Hotel hasta que salga la segunda temporada (semana 2)

Esta semana traigo un one-shot de Adam y Lute escrito por mysticsergi.

Disfrutad de la lectura <3