#midam week

[shipping-all-ships]

Jack reviving everyone and all of heaven is SCANDALIZED to learn Michael married Adam (put that ring on his finger and angelic brand on his soul) after knowing him for only 1200 years.

[monsterfuckermilligan]

unfortunately it’s looking like i will only have one work done in time for midam appreciation week (i’ll post them all eventually don’t worry…there’s zombie!jack happening in one, i can’t back out now lol) but might just publish little >1k drabbles with the prompts i won’t be using…hmm

[weonlyhadeachother]

My final fic for day 7! I really took the prompt and ran with it lol

[quicksilver-castiel]

Hi. Help me choose please.

*Yes I am being deliberately vague just in case I ever want to use this as a bang story at some point after all

** Prince Adam is sent to the kingdom of the Angels as collateral. He thinks he's going to be held prisoner and potentially tortured. The Angels are just confused why they got a person when they wanted, like, an heirloom or something. Prince Michael and Prince Adam learn that while cultural differences can be difficult to overcome, talking generally helps. Prince Raphael is only scary until you get to know him.

I can't promise that my muse will cooperate with whatever you choose. But I'd like to know what y'all think. Also I finally wanted to make a poll, lol.

[quietwings-fics]

layers of history

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Midam Additional Tags: Michael Possessing Adam Milligan, Wedding Rings, Married Michael/Adam Milligan, Drabble, Midam Appreciation Week 2023 (Supernatural) Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Michael creates their wedding band himself.

Michael makes the ring himself, molten gold between his forging fingers as Adam watches the liquid pass over his skin harmlessly. A forbidden act of creation. Michael isn’t satisfied with a sterile outer coating, smooth and unscarred.

At the level of atoms, he reshapes it, a thousand years of partnership retold in microscopic engravings, an angel and vessel over and over in different arrangements.

(Some, strikingly intimate. Adam laughs. Michael still finds them important enough to immortalize.)

It fits their finger perfectly. The engravings glitter. The metal is cooling, and Adam brings it to their lips, sealed with a kiss.

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[michaelmilligan]

Midam Appreciation Week Day 1: Can't Spell 'Illusion' Without 'Us'

„Adam?“ Michael asked, the couch dipping lightly as he sat down on it.

“Mh?” Adam made, not looking up from the Switch. He had just cleared another gym and was now checking the map to see what else was close. There was a Team Star base not too far off. Or maybe he should fly back to the school city and go out the other direction, do something there...

“Adam,” Michael said again, a little more sternly.

“Hmmm?” Adam blinked and looked up from the game while it was loading, flying him back to the city. “What's up?”

“You know, when you were so excited and said you would play for days, I didn't take it quite this literally.” Michael raised an eyebrow at him, looking about equal parts annoyed and amused.

“Well, that's kinda on you,” Adam said, but he shifted into a more upright position where he had been slumping against the back of the couch before. He hit the menu button when his character had landed, effectively pausing the game. “How long has it even been?”

Another raised eyebrow. But deep inside Adam, where Michael's grace sat snugly around his soul, there was a twinge of something... almost disappointed?

“Two days, three hours, and fifty-three minutes,” Michael said dryly.

“Oh geez. I really spent a lot of time catching those Pokémon, huh.” Adam's felt a little bad. But only a little. After all, his goal was not only to win every fight in the game, but also to 'catch 'em all'.

“You get very absorbed in that game,” Michael said, and Adam couldn't really interpret his tone.

“Yeah, I mean. It brings up memories from when I was a kid.” Adam shrugged. “And it's a good game.”

Michael made a non-committal sound.

“You're not jealous of the game, right?” Adam asked, and had to suppress a smile when Michael huffed.

“Of course not. That would be stupid.”

Adam bit his lip to keep himself from sighing. That was Michael's catch-all argument against accusations of being jealous, lonely or needy – that it would be stupid.

And yeah, it would be. After all, Michael was literally his best friend of over a thousand years, his match made in Heaven, and the guy who lived in his chest cavity.

And yet.

“You know, I've been thinking,” Adam said, because he couldn't let this stand, and also because yeah, he had been thinking about it. The plan had been pretty vague, but he supposed they could always wing it.

Heh. Wing it. Adam grinned, feeling Michael's wings rustle in suppressed agitation.

“Is this like the last time you had 'been thinking'?” Michael asked warily, wrinkling the nose of his projection. “I'm not going to clean up a bathroom flooded with milk again.”

“Oh come on, that was one time! And you can clean it with a snap of our fingers.” Adam snapped his fingers for emphasis, which of course did nothing for him. “And that's not even what I wanted to say.”

“So enlighten me, oh wise one.” Michael gestured for him to go on.

“Alright. So remember how in the cage, you made games for me to live in, like that farming simulation?”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “You mean the several farming simulations. You always wanted to change locations and NPCs.”

Adam gave a lopsided smile at the memory of trying to change or remove datable characters. He'd never cared much about the romance aspect of those games as a kid, and besides, he'd already had someone living with him on the farm: Michael.

But he hadn't exactly been able to tell Michael that he didn't want to date anyone there because he already had him.

“So could you do that, but for Pokémon?”

Michael's wings shifted in surprise. “But... we're in the real world now. On Earth. With actual people, and things happening.”

“Yeah, I know.” Adam shrugged, and looked away. “But I kind of miss when it was just us. When everyone else wasn't real, so we could just erase them from the world when we didn't like them.”

Michael looked at him for a long time. “I can do it, of course. But is that really what you want?”

Adam looked back at him. “Michael... You know that living in the Pokémon world was literally my childhood dream, right? The only reason I didn't ask for it in the cage was because you said you could only make things that you've seen before. Fields. Buildings. People. I figured that excluded any made up monsters from a children's game.”

Hesitantly, Michael nodded.

“Now that you've seen it all – and don't tell me you weren't watching while I was playing – you could do it, right?” Adam asked hopefully.

Michael hummed. “I could, though you can hardly say that I've 'seen it all'. This is the only of those games you've been playing, and there are many more, right?”

“Well, yeah, but we don't have all of them.” Adam frowned when Michael rolled his eyes.

“You can have everything you want forever,” Michael said, reminding Adam that he only needed to ask.

It felt wrong, though, to ask Michael to give him everything. And not just because Adam had no idea how it worked – did Michael steal a copy of the game from someone? Was it plucked from a stack in a store?

Adam supposed the latter wouldn't be so bad – no one would notice if one measly copy got lost.

But Michael wasn't his servant, or his tool. Sure, it was nice that Adam could rely on him when something went wrong (like said accident with the milk bath). But when Adam said 'Jump', Michael's response wasn't supposed to be 'how high?'. It should be 'But don't you want to cuddle me more?'

“We can do research,” Michael said, nodding. “We tube.”

Adam let out a sigh so long and deep that it could have killed someone who actually needed to breathe. “It's 'YouTube', Michael.”

“Yes, but we will be tubing together.” Squeezing himself against Adam's side, Michael fished their phone out their pocket. “There are those... 'Let's Plays', yes?”

“Dude, yeah, let's watch some nuzlockes!” Adam pulled up the page of one of his favourite groups of streamers. They should have covered most of the older games – he'd seen the video thumbnails, but hadn't had time to watch any of it so far. “This is gonna take us a while, you know.”

Michael butted their shoulders together. “You're the one who just wanted to spend untold hours in a projection.”

Adam elbowed him back. “Hey, that wasn't a complaint. Besides, I wanted to spend untold hours in a projection with you. Don't forget that.”

Michael blinked at him, and his wings rustled shyly. “We- we should be able to set these videos to double the speed, yes?” he eventually asked, managing a scowl again. “You should still be able to understand those.”

Adam couldn't take his eyes off his archangel, projection or not. “Don't worry about me, silly,” he said, a hand on Michael's thigh.

They spent days together on the couch, at some point switching from the small screen of their phone to their laptop. Sometimes, Adam had his head on Michael's shoulder, while other times, Michael's head was in Adam's lap.

It was a good time. Just watching and sometimes commenting. Relaxed. Happy. At times, it felt almost like back then – like they were the only two people in the world, and no one else mattered, or ever would matter again.

“Alright,” Michael said after the last video ended. “I think we have enough data.”

“Mh.” Adam wasn't too hyped about having to get up, or having to disentangle himself from Michael. But then Michael just told him to lay down on the couch.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his face far too serious for what they were about to do.

“Born ready.” Adam grinned when Michael rolled his eyes, and Michael made his projection vanish.

Close your eyes, he said from inside their head.

Adam followed his lead – and felt his consciousness fade away from their body.

When he blinked his eyes open again, he was somewhere else. In a room that looked oddly familiar...

There was a Pikachu plushie on a dresser, and several posters with Pokémon and items on them lined the walls.

Grinning giddily, Adam turned around to where he knew Michael would be standing – and was greeted by several balloons and a party horn almost hitting his face.

“Happy birthday, Addy,” Michael said softly.

Adam stared at him. The last thing he remembered was that it had been the middle of September – apparently, they had been watching those nuzlockes for a bit longer than he'd thought.

“And happy birthday to you, babe,” he said back.

“I wasn't born,” Michael recited their age-old argument, rolling his eyes.

“No, but it's your Feast Day. And what's the day that we feast on?” Adam said, also not for the first time.

Michael sighed. “Our birthday,” he completed their routine grumpily. “Fine. Now go get your Pokémon.”

“Only me? What about you?” Adam checked that he had everything – the obligatory bag, and the phone that would probably get updated with a Rotom, if he understood the newer lore correctly.

“I already have a team, of course, since I'm a lot older than you,” Michael said smugly. Then he strode out of the room – and Adam followed with an indignant gasp.

“How dare you! I'm over a thousand years old!”

“Exactly. You're basically still a baby.”

“Oh, honey, are you leaving?” a voice asked, and Adam stopped dead in his tracks on the last step of the staircase.

“Mom?” he asked under his breath.

“Oh look at you, baby, all grown up.” His mom came out of the kitchen and took his hands. “Ready to become the champ.”

“First, he will have to beat eight gyms,” Michael reminded them both.

Kate cupped both Adam's and Michael's face with a hand. “I'm so glad you'll be there for him,” she said. “I would be worried to death if Addy went out alone.”

“Moooom,” Adam complained. He knew that this wasn't his actual mom, since she was still in Heaven. But his indignation was real. “I'm not a child.”

“I know, baby.” She went on her tip-toes to kiss his forehead. “Now go meet the Professor.”

“I'll come by again afterwards,” Adam said, taking his mom's hands. “I promise.”

“Baby, I'll always be here when you want to come home.”

Adam squeezed her hands. Of course she would be there, he told himself. The mom was always home in the games.

Though of course, his real mom was always there, too, when he wanted to see her in Heaven.

He dropped her hands and gave her a smile. “I'll be off, then.”

“Be safe.” She turned to Michael. “Both of you.”

“Always.” Michael squeezed one of her hands too before they left, walking down the dirt path to the Professor's house.

Adam wasn't going to mention that his real mom wasn't quite as enthusiastic about seeing Michael than this one. In turn, Michael wouldn't mention that he was the current champ of this region.

Adam would find that out soon enough, anyway. And until then, he had a childhood dream to fulfil.

[michaelectras]

my contribution to the transfem michael movement is that when she’s learning what’s ‘feminine’ and what’s ‘masculine’ (she doesn’t care and thinks the distinction is silly) to figure out what she’s comfortable with she learns about the whole ‘doing your nails’ thing and gets REALLY into it. only to realise that she doesn’t actually like having said nails on she just likes doing them. which is why adam turns up to work with neon green three inch long acrylic nails and almost gives a patient sepsis

[paradisecas]

bed of broken glass

for @midamappreciationweek day 1: silver

Adam broke the first mirror he saw. It wasn’t even on purpose; he’d stopped at a McDonald’s for a cheap snack, balked at the price, ducked in the bathroom to piss, and—got stuck looking in the mirror. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, just staring at himself, but an older man had walked in, startling him, and Adam, forgetting himself, scrambled to hide Michael from view. The metal water bottle he’d stolen from a gas station swung at the glass and sent shards flying. It was luck that he didn’t get cut—the bottle was dented and glass was embedded in his jacket but his skin was unmarred. Not his dignity, though; he flew out of the McDonald’s faster than they’d flown out of the cage.

Sometimes he has nightmares about it. About the mirror shattering. Watching it happen, knowing that the same happened to Michael. He pretends that covering them up helps, even if he knows that really, all he’s doing is pushing off the inevitability of healing.

[nalivaa]

i missed them <3

[jumptheshark]

I just did come across this on insta and had to think that might be something you would enjoy drawing Michael or Adam in xD

they’re cuddly!!

[monsterfuckermilligan]

the love that moves the sun

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Summary: The hand cradling his face stays strong, keeping Adam in the memory, but not enough to get fully lost in it. Michael’s skin is warm.

He’s here. They’re both here.

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Written for the prompt ‘oath’ for Midam Appreciation Week 2024.

@midamappreciationweek

word count: 5k

tags: temporary character death, post-canon, post episode au: s15e19 inherit the earth, established relationship, angst with a happy ending, grace eating, fluff and smut, grief/mourning, alternate universe – canon divergence

type: one shot

pairing: michael/adam milligan

author: deandeluxeburger

[weonlyhadeachother]

aaauughhh look. Ik it’s not great I just needed something posted for today <\3

[stareyeddistinguishment]

Excerpt from Ch. 5

Yeah, so I’m feeling in an oversharing mood this weekend. First the song, now an excerpt. (I’m really enjoying writing this chapter.)

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"Oh, and I saw the bouquet of flowers I gave you," Adam abruptly added. "On the patio table, I mean." His voice softened. "You still have them," he spoke, tone lilting as if asking a question.

Michael met his best friend's gaze. "Of course, Adam," Michael assured. "You said I was to display the bouquet of flowers 'somewhere to keep appreciating them'. I appreciate them. Very much."

Adam's smile broadened. "I'm glad. I- uhm. They mean, something, you know?"

"Indeed." Michael agreed. He quoted, "'Just a little something to brighten your day and let you know that I was thinking about you.'"

Adam swallowed. "Yeah." He nodded tightly. "But, uhm- not just thinking about you. Thinking about you," he emphasized.

[quietwings-fics]

diamonds from coal

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Midam Additional Tags: Wing Grooming, Winged Michael (Supernatural), Midam Appreciation Week 2023 (Supernatural), Drabble Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Michael’s wings are silver under the Cage’s collected ash.

Michael’s wings are silver under the Cage’s collected ash, which Adam spends more than a washing off. What’s left are weak wings and brittle feathers that still shine, all the pressure from the depths of Hell making him even more beautiful.

It’s a first step, not a full recovery.

Adam presses his face into Michael’s wing. It still smells like sulfur, chafes the wrong way against Adam’s cheek, twitches like it’s expecting an attack.

He doesn’t pull away, kissing the wing. He loves Michael and all that he carries with him. After all, Adam is one of those things, too.

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[masoena]

The art alone makes me want to read this fic. Amazing work @aceing-on-the-cake

Reblogging because all of Midam deserves as much attention as thus unique rareship can get.

Beside you

Pairing: Michael/Adam Milligan

Writer: QuicksilverCastiel

Artist: aceing-on-the-cake

Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Length: 88k

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

There are very few things that Adam wouldn't do for his mother, especially when she needs medical treatment which they can't afford. Becoming King Michael's vessel and fighting in a war seems like a fair trade, all in all.

On some level, Adam knows that this will change his life forever, though he has know way of grasping the full scope of it just yet.

Read on AO3

Written for the @midambang24, this is a fantasy AU with royalty, war, and an Adam who is determined to build a life for himself and his mother despite all challenges.

You can find more of @aceing-on-the-cake's awesome art here.

[paradisecas]

star-crossed on a blade

for @midamappreciationweek day 2: endings

When Michael looks outside, he only gets a half-second glimpse of Lucifer, suddenly and inexplicably presenting himself not in his ragged True Form, but as the blond man Michael thinks was once called Nick, before he vanishes. He vanishes.  

The pull of magic makes itself known. Somewhere, a powerful witch is holding Lucifer in place. Somehow, she’s managed to leave Michael and Adam behind.