#michael x adam

[twost3ps]

Hii so I have a question to mike; is he like really well built or is he a twink? Or maybe both? And is he like..adams main man? oh and btw I love army leader Mike, I NEED MORE🫶🫶 you draw so well I hope you have a great day and week and month and year and life👍👍

Aww thank you!! No Mike is not a twink lololol he’s pretty decently built. Pre fall of Lucifer him is significantly skinnier or twinkish I guess but he’d fit in more as a twunk than anything

I did a little sketch comparison for show between the triplets. I hope it’s a bit clear lol

Lucy is a twink, Gabriel is bulky and Michael falls into the middle of it

He can shift his form just like Lucifer. The triplets all have the ability to do so for my headcanon but they are experts in certain fields of it. Lucifer can turn into animals and creatures, Gabriel can take on less physical forms like the air, shadows, water and ground, and Michael can turn into objects like weaponry. But they’re really good at manipulating their own bodies so Michael could turn really skinny or buff if he wanted to. For battle his form takes on more of a herculean look to it. It’s supposed to be intimidating and he gains a beard, height and longer hair lol kinda think a mix of spartan warrior and Viking. It’s not his true form but it does get angels bones rattling. He also has a secret 3rd elusive form which is just a sword.

However most of the time Michael likes to stay small and behind the scenes. Gabriel takes the rails when it comes to being the leader and main face but Michael does his own thinb in the background. His clothes are slightly bigger than him and make him look small. They’re also in shades of blue, white, and gold and while that may seem flashy, they blend with with heavens overall color pallet. When the archangels appear for big ceremonies and stuff he’s usually in the back of everyone

But tldr in some cases he looks skinnier because of the clothes he wears and it’s on purpose

As for being Adam main man, I mean… Adam doesn’t tell his favorites but um, there are signs

[koji-haru]

PUPPY MICHAEL!!! Gaahhh, you draw them so cutely (♡´艸`)

Time Travel AU Part: 22

“I completely understand it now,” Michael suddenly blurted out from his spot, head resting comfortably on Adam’s lap.

“Hmm?” hummed Adam, his eyes remaining glued to the wooden tools he was busy carving. 

“It’s so comfortable.” Michael shifted a little to nuzzle himself even closer to Adam, the warmth his human emitted brought about a cosy and homely feeling that he could never seem to have enough of. “I can see why Amora liked to settle herself here.”

And as if on cue, a large paw began clawing at him, not harsh enough to supposedly injure but stern and annoyed enough to send a message – Amora wanted her spot back. She had even begun nipping at Michael’s robes, trying to drag him out of the spot that used to be exclusively hers. Though of course, being an angel, Amora’s effort seemed more like a newborn kitten’s playful pawing to Michael. 

“It’s my turn, Amora,” Michael playfully reminded, a hand reaching out to pet the agitated cat’s head in an attempt to somewhat pacify her. “You’re always with Adam, you should learn to share.”

In response, Amora bit Michael’s hand before deciding to settle on him instead. With a heavy plop, her large furred body established itself on top of him, almost covering the entirety of his being. Michael was almost tempted to pet the jaguar again, thinking that perhaps she wasn’t that upset with him until he saw her large yellow gaze piercing through him, her long spotted tail swishing and swaying impatiently behind her as she let out a low growl. It was a dare. A dare to further push her buttons and the promises she had as consequence. Michael didn’t need to be able to speak to animals then, Amora was clear enough in the message she sent his way. 

“To be fair,” Adam decided to cut in, if anything to somewhat make Amora ease up a bit. “This is her spot, and you’ve been hogging it lately.”

Amora let out a melodramatic grunt at Adam’s words, her eyes seemingly drooping a little. In response, Adam briefly paused what he was working on, carefully placing his tools and his carving on the side to give Amora a soothing pet on her head, scratching behind her ears where he knew she liked best. That seemed to effectively cool down the cat’s hot temperament evident by the soft, satisfied chuffs she emitted as she rested her head on Michael’s chest with her eyes closed.

Michael could do nothing but look on as Adam easily placated the agitated cat. How could he easily manage the jaguar’s continuously swinging back and forth temperament, Michael wasn’t sure but he was amazed nonetheless. 

Looking down at the angel’s curious astonishment, Adam couldn’t help the grin that formed in his lips. He always found it rather funny (and endearing) how Michael seemed to be so easily impressed by things he thought were rather mundane and simple. Every time it occurred two things always bubbled up from within him: One, was to proudly show and teach the angel more things that he knew of, just so he could see more of that sparkle remain in his deep blue eyes; Two, was a playfully mischievous feeling that couldn’t help but want to ruffle some of his angel’s feathers. Right now, Adam was feeling the second one.

“Would you like to be petted too?” asked Adam with a small smile and a teasing glint in his golden eyes. His hands stopped scratching and petting Amora as he moved it over to intertwine his fingers between the wavy strands of Michael’s pale golden hair, fingers gently scratching along his scalp. And within just a few seconds, Michael melted like a puddle on Adam’s lap, happily enjoying the soothing sensations on his scalp. 

“Aww, look at you,” cooed Adam. “Such a good puppy, do you want more?” he teased, but also meant it honestly. What was he going to give? He wasn’t sure himself, but if Michael asked he might just be inclined to spoil his angel.

A small dusting of gold painted Michael cheeks at Adam’s alluring suggestion. Did he want more? Yes, yes he did, though he wasn’t exactly sure which one he wanted first. There were simply so many things he wanted from the first man. He wanted to see his unrestrained smiles and tears, to forever remain so close to his warmth, to feel the softness of his lips against his and how it would taste, he wanted Adam wholly. Oh it was quite the demanding love, but he couldn’t help it, especially when his love was right in front of him, gaze a hot molten gold that seemed to burn passionately. 

“Adam…” Michael whined as he held onto Adam’s hand, nuzzling it against his warm face; the teasing was getting to him a little. 

But of course, they weren’t alone, and whatever moment the two shared between them in longing gazes was ruined by a large paw landing directly on Michael’s face followed by an exaggeratedly loud yawn and a show of sharp teeth. Michael visibly deflated, slumping almost lifelessly in disappointment on Adam’s lap, while Adam himself couldn’t help the snort that escaped him. Amora always seemed to have the greatest timing, which was good for him; he wasn’t sure what came over him, but he knew he was wading through murky waters there. Not yet. He wasn’t about to explore there yet. But…maybe one day. 

“Oh, sorry girl,” Adam apologised as he went back to petting the jaguar. 

If Michael didn’t know any better, he swore that the cat had a smug look on her face. He wasn’t even sure what he did to warrant such pettiness from her. All he did was try to spend as much time as he was possibly allowed to be with Adam, sharing meals with him, playing games with him, creating music together, testing out new inventions with him. Okay, maybe he did deserve her petty wrath a little bit for hogging Adam’s time whenever he visited, especially now that he had apparently stolen her favourite spot on Adam’s lap. 

Michael gently pushed the paw that was still resting on his face, “And I’m sorry for stealing Adam from you. I’ll make it up to you one day, truce?”

He got a soft lick on his face in response. Truce it was. 

“By the way,” Adam suddenly spoke aloud, hand still petting Amora. “How come you were extra early today?”

“Ah, well, I wanted a time away from Heaven,” answered Michael, looking a little awkwardly away. 

Adam knew that look. It meant there was something more behind his words, not precisely a lie, Michael could never, but more like an awkward omission – something he’d find rather embarrassing to divulge. 

“Because..?” Adam trailed on, encouraging his angel to continue his story. Really, as much as didn’t want to return to Heaven, he also couldn’t help but be curious of its current whereabouts and developments.

“Uhm, it’s in a bit of state right now,” Michael admitted. “A chaotic state that is.”

Well, now that was surprising. It wasn’t as if Heaven never panicked, in fact they gushed over the smallest facts and details during his time there, it was just that, for them to be so clustered and unorganised already during the beginning of time when there wasn’t much to worry about; Adam supposed some things just stubbornly remained the same. Still, he was curious, even more curious now in fact, though he had an inkling of an idea as to what caused this chaos. 

His hands stopped petting Amora once he heard her soft snores and her even breathing, her large body still resting atop Michael. Picking his tools up once more, he continued on the piece he was carving. 

“Go on,” he said as he focused half his attention back on his work. 

A sheepish look painted over Michael’s face like a little kid admitting they had broken something, “Well, you know the tea you gave me more of?”

Oh. Now Adam was sure what had happened, but he feigned ignorance of the fact anyway. “Yup, I gave you a bunch of different ones to share with others. I hope they liked them?”

“Yes, well, they might have liked it a bit much…” Michael revealed. “And, uh, it might have affected others a little differently.”

“How so?”

Michael squinted his eyes into nothing in particular as recalled Gabriel speeding past his window, breaking the glass, and then through his wall. Apparently he was feeling ‘extra speedy’. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the mess that was Heaven when he decided to investigate out of his broken window. Sure, the hot drink did give him some sort of buzz, an energised feeling, but that day he learned that it affected others differently from him. 

“Let’s just say it made others a little too speedy and bold,” he answered. He would help out right now, and he did, at least for the first few hours, but then quickly realised there was only so much he could do against so much chaos, and so, he sought refuge in the garden with Adam. They had to tire out eventually, right? Oh, he hoped to his dear Father that they would, otherwise he would never hear the end of it from Sera. 

“Sounds like fun,” Adam chuckled. Really, while it was probably a nightmare for someone like Michael, it did sound like fun to him, he wished he could’ve seen the chaos. 

“...Sure…” Michael absently agreed, his thoughts busy worrying about how decidedly unfun it would be for him when he would eventually have to return and see the aftermath.

—-

The sun had passed its highest point of the day and had begun its slow descent towards the horizon. And by this time, Michael had graciously given Amora, who had a satisfied look on her sleeping face, a turn on Adam’s lap, even though he wanted to remain longer – but peaceful negotiations were needed for peaceful coexistence. 

The two had just finished another round of a game, with Michael winning once again. In fact, he had been winning the last couple of rounds, and only now did he notice the slightly distracted look on Adam’s eyes. Was that why the last few games had been oddly easy for him?

“What’s distracting you?” he asked Adam, who suddenly blinked out of his own stupor. 

“Oh, hmm,” Adam pondered aloud. He was a little distracted, it wasn’t anything particularly important, but then he supposed that also meant there was no harm in asking Michael. Moving the board game aside, Adam inched closer to Michael, reaching over to tug lightly at his robes. “It might be a bit of an odd request, but can I also have some clothes?”

It wasn’t as if Adam had suddenly gotten shy, no, he quickly got over that when first woke back up in Eden, he wasn’t ashamed of his body no matter how it looked. But out of nowhere, he simply missed wearing clothes. Honestly, he found clothes to be great, it was one of the ways he could express himself and his clothes felt nicely comfortable against his skin, oftentimes he found himself snuggling into its loose fabrics when he couldn’t completely hide away from the world outside. He missed it, his little comforts. He would make one for himself, but turning raw fibres into threads and then weaving threads into clothing…well that simply took too much skill and time. And makeshift clothes made out of leaves were out of the question, those things were far from comfortable and reminded him too much of his shared hardship with Eve in his first life on Earth.

Though Michael looked a little confused at the request, he happily obliged anyway. “Alright, how would you like it?” asked Michael. 

Adam was half tempted to request a robe that was exactly like his old one in Heaven, the gold and white one (he didn’t even want to remember his extermination outfit, what a nightmare), but then thought against it. He loved it, don’t get him wrong, it brought him comfort during times when he needed it most, but he didn’t need it now, not in Eden anyway. Bringing something like that in the garden might just be a bit too heavenly for his taste. He eyed Michael’s own robes, how it felt soft with a touch of silkiness to it on his fingertips. 

“Can I have one similar to yours?” he asked, lifting the sleeve of Michael’s robe. “We can be matching then.”

Michael had never made something so quick in his entire existence as threads of white and gold flowed in the air swiftly weaving into each other to form a loose robe. The thought of Adam wearing clothes that looked just like his sent such strange happy signals to his brain. Overwhelming him with such triumphant joy. It was almost as if he was staking claim to the first man as his for everyone to see. A happy yellow hue lightly blossomed on his cheeks at the thought. And while he would be more than happy to have Adam essentially wear exactly the same robe as he did, thought a bit more gold and a little less blue suited his human more – it would complement the jewel that were his eyes quite nicely. 

Within no time at all, Adam’s new robe was made, floating down onto his hands. It looked and felt just like Michael’s with slight variances in colour, but the feeling of it remained the same; soft, warm and homely, it reminded him of safety and belonging. Adam held the robe in front of him, taking in its full appearance. It was certainly different from his old one, which was what he had wanted, after all, he was no longer the father of humanity; a change he was fully happy and content with.

“Do you like it?” asked Michael a little nervously. 

A soft, genuine smile graced Adam’s lips, “I love it.”

Part 21

Part 23

[ineffabells]

If this isn't midam

[evilmenshoe80]

the last one to bow chika bow wow, bow chika bow wow louder!

no one can convince me that michael doesn't love adam

he's his guardian angel, humanity's protector

michael would do anything to protect him and will also do anything to annoy lucifer xd

[mintartem]

Smile, Michael! 🛡️🎸

[inubaki]

The smell was as wretched as the carcass was revolting. From the corpse’s size, it became obvious to Adam now, that this plant must have scheduled feedings and likely digested slowly to preserve energy. All while suffocating the victim in a floral scented fog emanating from its own stomach acids.

At this revelation, Adam looked Lucifer dead in the eye as the other caught his wrist. “You based this off of Lilith didn’t ya?”

The look on Lucifer’s face was so fucking punchable right then. Staggering for words while Adam only sank deeper into the eroding piles of awful. His robes were a lost cause as was his patience as Adam yanked Lucifer down to his eye level and pointed his holy beam downward with his other hand. “All the more reason then” he said coolly and fired.

From the thick fog came a harsh light followed by a rippling quake. Every on looker cowered from the heavenly light and staggered to flee as the ground gave way. Their vision obstructed, the upper class patrons were well on their way to full scale panic as sound of their king’s anger came followed by the sound of something tipping over.

When the smog cleared, the chaos and violence expected was hindered by the unexpected sight of…green….

“ADAM, YOU SON-OF A BITCH!!!”

The tree still stood, though, more at an angle from what could be visibly recognizable. The ground expanding an entire yard around the once pristine fencing was crumpled, but enriched in moss and other stages of saplings. Sinners slowly approached, warily to marvel and gawk as the moss spawned into the beginnings of blue flowers.

Lucifer’s damn tree was vibrating visibly with distress and confusion. Its ‘food’ had dissolved away to something foreign to meat and it filled its stomach to the brim. The force of something had rattled its foundation and it’s branches shuttered like the sound of rattling chains. It was only quelled by Lucifer’s swift hand to its side. Easing it with his familiar magic and ‘feeding’ from himself now that its stomach was full of earth lilies. An extra stab of petty that didn’t go unnoticed.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TRIED BLESSING MY PRECIOUS TREE!!” Lucifer didn’t know whether to be impressed or slightly more furious. That the tiny human with the short attention span even knowing the complexities of blessings at all was borderline unbelievable. Weaponizing holy engery had been Lucifer’s first exception but this… this was entirely an another level of annoying!

“Hey! I kept my word of not harming your ‘precious’ hellborns!” Adam snapped back. Climbing skillfully from the confused tree’s stomach, freshly clean but as naked as the day he was born. Adam, dapped his halo back over his head with no other place to put it. Sinners were gawking and Adam let him. Let them enjoy something other then Lucifer’s pale ass as Adam surveyed for his packages. “My tree! Is already perfect!!” “A perfect bitch maybe. I see the resemblance now”. Adam picked up his phone, the angelic tech untouched but his packages were no where. “Fuck….” he cursed. Sighing he waved at some goat-beast rabbit thing. “Hey! Have ya seen some packages-“. “Adam stop bleaching the eyes of my people!” “Who’s bleaching who? Ya pasty greek yogurt asshole.” Adam felt the tingles of Lucifer’s magic and looked down to see the covering of… “oh ha ha! You think you’re so funny!” Adam pulled at the end fabric making up some demon pig onesie while Lucifer fixed his own outfit with a wave of his own hand. Adam had the notion to slap that stupid hat off his head in front of everyone. Till his eyes caught the sight of blue flowers still slowly emerging from the ground. He flushed, recognizing the exact shade of blue his blessings had taken. It killed his rage leaving a hollowness at the notion that he could fuck this up so readily. He bit his lip and looked on at the tree and back at Lucifer whom wouldn’t meet his eyes. Hurt? Pissed? Adam felt a tug of regret that his alternative approach still could have done some damage. “…. Sorry.” It felt weighted like an unused muscle on his tongue. “It’s a..ahh… cool tree. Besides all ‘that’. I hope I didn’t hurt it…”. He looked away uncomfortably and crossed his arms, waiting for the blow out. Waiting for what he should have expected to be the inevitable.

Plants had been the right call. The way Adam’s entire face light up hit Lucifer directly in the fits of nostalgia and coveted memory. That this was Adam. There was no doubting it now. The first sight that had entrenched himself to humanity had been that look. Suddenly, he wished for Lilith to be there. If only to catch even the flutter of what he was feeling. Did Adam’s forgiveness extend to her?

“This is fucking sick!!” Adam ran passed him and flocked to the closest stall with eyes a simmer. Leaving the rattled man to slowly follow, wary to allow Adam to carry him away again if things sour. “Did you make any of these?” Adam asked sticking his head into a plant’s gapping mewl and laughing he pulled it out barely in time for its jaws to snap. “Please tell me Lilith didn’t name them!! I call dibs!” Adam jumped back with a laugh as another hellish plant tried reaching for the meat satchel on his hip. Giving the first man the amazing idea to playfully hover it over every plant for their individual reactions. “Don’t tease the plants” the stale owner muttered dryly over his paper. Never looking up, with only a few signs posted in warning which no one ever listened too. On cue, the hidden veins plunged through the ground and pulled Adam directly into the air. Leaving the first man to dangle and fall into a tug of war with another thieving vain. “Hey!! Heyhehey!! That’s for Michaels asshole!!”

Lucifer bite back a snorted laugh after the minor heart attack. The plant seeming more of a snarling dog then an actual threat.

“I would ask you if you learned something but…”

“Fuck you, asshole! I’ll just make ya buy Michael a new one!!”

——

@koji-haru -if I was watching Adam’s family, I admit nothing!

[neonross]

i think i didnt share this with yall yet- here

yeh

anyway- them being sillly

[kapellputs]

Michael and Adam being the healthiest ship in spn 🙏

this fandom is LACKING in Adam and Michael content.

-drawn whilst listening exclusively to Richard speight jrs new album ‘fistfights and hug-outs’, best country rock I’ve heard in a long time!

-second version without the background is to be a sticker :)

[beeluckylucky]

This image is just too funny- I can't-

[yurnu]

||🔱🪹 Chimera!Adam AU🪹🔱||

Doodles and LineArt💖🪹💖🪹💖🪹💖🪹 (My version of Michael)

[asbeel]

Adam: Yeah... your siblings are dicks.

Michael: We are soldiers of the Lord. We are anything but derogatory.

Adam: Is that why Zachariah called me a "clammy scrap of bait"?

Michael: He said what

Adam: Michael?

Michael:

Adam: Michael— where did that knife come from?

Adam: Michael— where are you going?!

Adam: MICHAEL

[twost3ps]

PUT THEM AWAY NOWWW 👊👊👊💥💥💥💥

Idk if will get taken down.. whoops

Anywaayyyssss I got way into rendering this thing. I was gonna do flats but my pen hit Adam’s chest and I had to go all out lol

[twost3ps]

GGRRRAAAAAAAA I’m so hyped for another fic!!!

Augh one chapter and I already love them

Promises: Prologue

[@evilmenshoe80 @optimisticartisanwinner Here's a rough start 👀]

Far from the rush the bustling town, hidden amongst the foliage and vines of the forest, stood a dilapidated temple – long forgotten and abandoned by the people. Hundreds of years had already passed since its prime, when its followers, the old ancestors of the people of the town, used to come by in flocks to pray to the deity that the temple belonged to. Thick vines clutched and clung to every crack and crevice of the temples now smoothened stone carvings. The paintings along its stone walls faded and barely legible as time and negligence had taken its toll. Pools of cold water from the early morning rains littered the damaged marble floor, used as a bath for the wild birds that inhabited the forest, their merry songs bringing some life to the place.

Perhaps the temple hasn’t been completely abandoned. It had the wild forest animals, from the regal deer to the diminutive forest mice, as its daily visitors. And recently, it seemed to have gained another follower. 

The cool air sent goosebumps on Adam’s skin as he forced himself further into the old temple with shaky, stumbling steps, careful not to soak his old leather shoes in the puddles. With heavy, tired heaves, he took a brief pause, steadying himself against the cold stone walls of the temple. His tunic clung uncomfortably sticky against his bruised skin, though the cool air helped with his sweating a little. In front of him, on the large stone wall, was a large fresco covered by branching vines and mould and dirt, but the image was still fairly legible. It depicted a scene from the supposed past of the town; the soldiers fiercely defending their families and homes from their invading neighbours. Behind the soldiers, stood a giant lion with wide golden wings, shining so brightly as it blessed the town and its people with the might and courage to win the battle. The winged lion. Adam had read during his spare time that it used to be one of the deities his town worshipped. It was the deity of warriors, people used to pray to it to aid them in wars and give them the strength they needed. 

Adam closed his eyes for a brief moment and gave a short, insincere prayer to the winged lion to lend him strength. Then, he pushed himself off the wall, wincing a little as he continued his way towards the altar further into the temple. With a little more effort as he stumbled through the empty halls, even slipping once or twice, further dirtying his tunic, Adam eventually reached the end of the long hall where large wooden double doors stood in his way. No matter how many times he had pushed and opened these doors, his eyes couldn’t help but admire some of the engravings still present on red wood as he ran his fingertips over its curves and bumps, feeling some of the splinters of the rotten wood against his skin.

With an effort he normally wouldn’t need, Adam pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the rotten wood groaning in loud echoes as it slowly revealed a large marble statue of the deity that the temple belonged to: the winged lion. There, it stood in all of its mighty glory untouched by the ageing of time, while the world around it had died and moved on. 

Taking a few further steps forward, Adam let the doors slowly creak shut behind him as he took out a small package and some matches from the small worn satchel he had been carrying. With memorised movements, Adam reliably made his way towards the altar just in front of the large marble statue and lit the lamp he had left there. A small orange light, not even bright enough to brighten the place a few feet from it, flickered quietly in the cold, dark room. However, it was all that Adam needed – just a small light, enough to brighten up the area around the altar. The small orange light dyed the marble statue in dark shades of gold, its blue jewelled eyes glistening along the flickering flame. Adam knelt on the make-shift cushion stuffed with hay that he had made just so he could sit comfortably by the altar. One by one, he took the items out of his satchel, placing them atop the altar; a bundle of blue, white and yellow flowers, a variety of fresh berries he had picked the day before, and an old heavy book with yellowed and creased pages, clearly loved and read many times over. 

Fluffing up the cushion once more, Adam made himself comfortable by the altar, well, as comfortable as he could get considering the purple and green bruises that peppered his body. This was his almost daily morning routine, which he had started about a fortnight ago; to simply spend a few hours alone in this dilapidated temple talking to himself and the statue about the events of the days prior. It wasn’t as if he came here every morning to worship and pay his respects to the deity, he had lost all love and respect for their kind since he was much younger, no, he was just here because he liked the seclusion, the isolation from the people who only wish to benefit from his suffering. And also maybe because, a small part of him thought he could relate a little with the winged lion, both used and abandoned by the same town. 

A soft, bitter laugh escaped from Adam’s lips at the thought of relating to a deity. That was stupid. The winged lion was probably the one who abandoned the town, moving on to more devout, more deserving followers. There was also the matter of the fact that Adam was still technically needed by his town, to at least take on its misfortunes so that the rest might live on happily at peace. Resentment filled his heart at the thought of everyone else living such merry lives, while he never had a choice in the matter; the cuts and bruises on his body from last night’s ‘accident’ another payment for someone else’s sake. 

Adam reached out for his book, gifted to him by Samael long ago, one of his few friends from the town. The beautiful leather-bound book felt heavy on his hands, hundreds of its pages a testament to the knowledge it held. Its pages had been flipped open countless times, and Adam had read over the delicately inked pages so many times that he had memorised most of them. It covered a variety of topics, ranging from edible plants found in this forest to the history of the town’s humble beginnings. However, there was a section of the book that had kept Adam coming back to it recently: the topic about deities the townspeople had worshipped. Apparently, their ancestors had worshipped many ever since the town’s establishment, many deities beloved and then forgotten, their temples and shrines forever lost in time and buried in dirt never to be visited again. The subject matter was interesting, sure, but Adam never cared for the gods for they had never been at his side. What quickly changed that, however, was when he found this temple two weeks ago when he was hunting a hare and it led him to this place. A dilapidated, but still relatively intact temple. And ever since then, Adam had been spending most of his spare time learning more about the place and the deity it used to host.

Out of recently made habit, Adam instantly flicked to the section of the book where it discussed more of the history of the temple, when it was made, who were its most notable priests, and all that stuff. Oddly enough, it didn’t have much to talk about the deity itself, besides the fact that it manifested itself in the form of a large lion with shining gold fur and six massive wings, and that it supposedly helped the town win their wars. Other than that, nothing much. The lion apparently used to be a rather popular deity amongst the people especially during their warring times. But as time marched on, and the people had learned to coexist with one another, the lion’s presence slowly waned into the background until it was eventually forgotten by the people. 

Adam picked a random berry and popped it into his mouth, its freshly sweet and mildly sour juices coating his tongue. It tasted quite lovely by itself, but Adam would’ve preferred it with some porridge and honey. It would’ve been such a nice hearty breakfast, one that he probably needed, but he couldn’t bear staying in that cursed town. The shorter he had to remain there, the less time he had to see the people there, the better. Besides, and it was most likely just him deluding himself, but in the two weeks Adam had been visiting the abandoned temple, no misfortune had befallen onto him yet, at least not while he was within its bounds. He was sure it was just him desperately looking for solace, no matter how false, but the temple had slowly become his safe space, his comfortable little hideout, at least for a short time. 

“You can have some, you know?” he jokingly told the statue as he pushed the bag of berries towards it. 

After quietly reading his book for some time, Adam placed a thin wooden bookmark between the pages he was currently on before closing the book to rest his eyes. He remembered Samael telling him before that reading in the dark wasn’t good for his eyes. The little light that the lamp emitted helped a little, but after a while, his eyes did start to hurt a little. So, while waiting for his eyes to stop hurting, Adam busied himself with replacing the limp and browning flowers he had brought last time, wrapping them in paper and replacing them with the fresh ones he had brought today. It was such a monotonous and pointless thing to do, nobody lived at the temple nor did he stay long at the place, but he thought it made the place look prettier, a little less lifeless than it already was. 

“I hope you like these flowers, not that you get any say,” joked Adam before doubling over as he let out a sharp hiss of pain when he accidentally hit his side on a pointed edge of the altar. “Fuck..! Lilith really didn’t hold back on her curses, huh?” he wheezed, clenching his now slightly wet side as he slowly slumped back down on the cold floor with his back against the hard marble statue. 

There on the floor, in the dark, Adam remained seated quietly, his eyes focusing at nothing in particular. He would need to wrap a bandage around his side, but he couldn’t care less about it right now. “Today is supposed to be a good day,” he muttered to himself. “No, today is going to be a good day,” he said louder, trying to convince himself as tears began to prick his eyes. 

Today, he woke up early, got his morning chores done despite the pain he felt, he was going to spend a nice peaceful morning at the temple and then he was going to welcome his best friend Samael back from his travels in the afternoon. It was supposed to be a smooth sailing day, but then he just had to suddenly feel so tired now, to feel like he didn’t want to move ever again. He was sick of it, trying his hardest to trudge through the day, pretending that he could keep up with this, that it was fine as long as it was for the greater good. He wanted to be selfish, even just for once…

“I wish it would just end,” he muttered with a shaky breath, rubbing his eyes with his hands as he desperately tried to prevent his tears from flowing down. He leaned his head against the lion statue, sadly eyeing the wooden doors in front of him. Just the thought of having to leave soon and going back to the town drowned his spirits into dark watery depths. “I’m so tired, I don’t want to fight anymore…”

Then he felt a sudden warmth from behind him as the lion statue began to crack with soft golden light coming out of it. Adam crawled back from the statue, a small trail of red following him, as pieces of the marble fell away one by one, slowly revealing a pale man dressed in regal blues and whites intricately lined with gold accents, a heavy looking dark blue cape hung on his shoulders. Stars seemed to line his cheeks just below his dark blue eyes with softly golden waves of hair flowing just above his shoulders, needless to say, his appearance was otherworldly. But what really caught his eyes were the six golden wings spread wide behind the man. The strange man flexed his limbs, wings fluttering slightly in the cramped space, before turning his focus on Adam, who remained frozen both in awe and fear at the sight in front of him. 

The winged man stepped down from the marble stage, folding his wings neatly behind him, and made his way in front of Adam, where he crouched down to meet the terrified human eye to eye. And then…he gave a tender smile. 

“I heard you might need help?”

[divine0rdainment]

Adam showing Angel Dust a PowerPoint presentation.

Adam: Ok, let's try this again.

Angel: Ok...

Adam: This! *Shows Eve* Is my Wife

Angel:...ok?

Adam: This! *Shows Lucifer* is the love of my life!

Angel: Wait, that's not the same thing as the first one?

Adam: No, but I wish it was.

Adam: THIS is the home wrecker. *Shows Lute*

Angel: Why would you WANT that?!

Adam: Why not? I'd risk it all for her.

Angel: Ok? And then why is he here? *Points at a sticky note of Mammon's name*

Adam: Oh him? Ehh, he just kinda lives rent free.

Angel: Why?

Adam: I don't know, but I'm not really mad about it.

Angel: Okay.. and what about that last one?

Adam: *Looks at picture of Michael* Oh him? Uhhhh, you know how some people have that pact of if they live to a specific age and aren't married, they deside to marry each other?

Angel: Yeah?

Adam: That's him.

[adamsappple-guitarspear]

The competition continues! Because why limit yourself to one twin when you can have two... but both of them still lose when it comes to pancakes. Someone better shoot #Adam in the face XD

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I'M SO SLOW AT COLOURING I SWEAR 😭😭😭 but I really think the result was worth it! specially with mika~ (his tits look so big, that wasn't at purpose xd)

this is an AU inspired by @koji-haru amazing au's stories and @twost3ps steve art 🥰

basically, lucifer wants to take both lilith and adam so he offers them both the apple, adam being the obedient (and fearful) son he is, refuses and instead tries to convince both lucifer and lilith to stay in eden with him, because going againts god isn't a good idea, it doesn't work and they leave before the other angels arrive to punish them for disobeying, leaving adam alone and with confusing feelings he doesn't understand or can name.

after some time, eve is made, adam and her get along very well, they are part of each other after all, BUUUUUT lucifer and lilith start meeting with eve behind adam's back and convince her to bite the apple and give one to adam too, the angels arrive before he can bite it and only eve is kicked out of eden.

to avoid another failure, the angels decide that one of them has to become adam's new mate, since there's less possibilities that one of them gives up to sin, they choose the most loyal and dutiful angel of all, Michael, and after god's approval, mike gets transformed into a human and becomes the second man, Mika.

something that lucifer doesn't like at all.

*eve used to like lucifer and lilith when she first meet them, but started hating them when she got kicked out of eden, feeling used and furious that they make her lose her husband and paradise, after she dies and goes to hell, she becomes the sin of wrath (and what about satan? I don't know man, this is an au that I made just for fun, maybe they work togueter, maybe eve kicked his ass and took his realm, who knows~)

*adam feels very insecure about mika, he thinks that sooner or later he'll abandon him too, so he's distant and kinda cold towards him at first, but with time and patiente the second man manages to win the heart of the first man.

the last image is supposed to show how the 5 main characters of this story feel about each other, I forgot to put arrows for the feelings lucifer and lilith have towards eve, oops! but basically their feelings are between like/complicated, they feel responsible for her after she gets kicked out and try to help her survive in earth, spoiler: eve chases them out with self-made arrows, cause she hates them, that's what you get when you take her paradise and hubby, dawg.

(anyways, it's pretty late over here, I'm going to sleep, peace! ✌️)

(and yes, I'm going to write a nsfw story of mika breeding adam, hehehe bye)