Nov 25, 2025
Have had these two on the brain... just a tiny itty bitty bit lately. XD Finally got around to colouring one of my sketches.
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Have had these two on the brain... just a tiny itty bitty bit lately. XD Finally got around to colouring one of my sketches.
Adam sat upright in bed, a shout on his lips that dropped off as his wings shot out, smacking his lieutenant in the head and nearly pushing her off the mattress.
Lute met the rude awakening with all the urgency it deserved, springing up and drawing her fists in front of her defensively as Adam let loose a string of profanity.
She quickly drew up the blind to let light into the room before she darted around the bed; her eyes scanning the room quickly for signs of danger even if she knew there shouldn’t be anything.
It was Heaven. What threat would there realistically be?
When she was satisfied she returned to the bed, about to ask her superior officer what sick joke he was pulling when she stopped.
Adam was pale, his hands trembling as he brought them up to wipe cold sweat from his brow. A string of curses still fell from his lips, albeit strained.
She tentatively reached a hand out, placing it gently on his shoulder.
“Uh… Sir?”
Adam flinched, turning his head to meet Lute’s concerned expression. He forced a smile and shrugged, trying his very best to play the whole thing off.
“What? Just a nightmare. Geez you’re acting like we’re being attacked or something. @#$%#@ relax.” He forced a laugh and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
Lute fell silent a moment, examining her commander closely. It wasn’t often she saw him so… uncertain. So shaken. Even in times he was unsure of himself he typically covered it up with bravado.
She scooted closer, pushing on his shoulder to encourage him to turn so she could realign some of the golden feathers in his wing that had dislodged when he’d struck her.
“What was it about?” Her fingers very delicately and precisely moved over the wing, sliding the feathers back into place and easing any discomfort. Something that was visible as she watched Adam’s posture relax.
“Just… human stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” He ran a hand through his messy hair.
“I was human once too.”
“Yeah well-“ He scratched the back of his neck, agitated. “-You wouldn’t get it. And besides that was @#$%#@ forever ago.”
“You were an angel hundreds of years before I was.” Lute retorted.
“Yeah… and? What’s your @#$#@% point?”
The exorcist felt her eyebrow twitch, yanking on his wings to pull him towards her.
“You’re not the only one who understands the horrors of living.”
Adam paused for a long moment, considering his lieutenant’s words ever so briefly before turning so their faces were just inches apart.
His expression softened. “I thought you were ‘reborn’?”
“I was.”
“So then when was the last time you had a nightmare?”
Lute’s jaw opened only to close again. She hadn’t had a nightmare in decades. Or if she had she couldn’t recall what it was exactly. Certainly nothing to startle her awake.
He turned away from her, pulling back briefly to rub his face.
“That’s what I thought. Must be nice.”
She watched him for an additional moment before she got up and closed the blinds, allowing the room to fall back into darkness.
“You should go back to sleep.” She uttered softly, her chin grazing against his shoulder.
“Hmm? Oh… yeah.” He waited for her to get comfortable before he drew close, his arms and wings wrapping around her small frame, almost protectively.
Possessively.
Lute settled into the embrace, familiar and warm as it was. She couldn’t help but smirk softly as she rested her chin on top of his head, his ear against her chest.
“Hey… Lute. You… won’t betray me or whatever, right?” He muttered softly, his tone laced with uncertainty.
Lute’s brows furrowed slightly, confused by the suddenness of the question.
“Of course not, Sir.” Her grip on him tightened ever so slightly, a small smile on her lips.
“…I wouldn’t dare.”
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Idea/prompt from the amazing @kimik0hippie! Seriously, their stuff singlehandedly inspired me to come out of my 800000 year hiatus and actually do illustrations again. So please go check their art out. ;D
Adam & Lute © Vivziepop/A24
Artwork © Branded-Rose
I had the song "Rain" on repeat for this specific art for WEEKS.
Rain - Lyrics © Sleep Token
Adam & Lute © Vivziepop/A24
Artwork © 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.
“Right, hold tight babe. After all these years, it’s finally happening. You and me, we’re hitting the dance floor!” In one swift motion, he hoisted her up over his shoulder and strode out to the packed crowd, Lute’s protests drowned out by the thumping music.
Lute propped herself up with her arms, doing her best to wriggle off of his shoulder as she was unwillingly carried to the dance floor.
Normally, she might’ve protested more. But the alcohol, admittedly, was beginning to get to her, if not entirely overwhelm her.
Her self-restraint was reasonably inhibited at the very least. At the most? She was pleasantly numb. And for once… that was nice?
She didn’t have to worry about the stack of paperwork or what the seraphim might say if they heard about this party in the morning.
She could just… exist and do what she wanted.
In other words, she found herself giddy, a small giggle escaping her lips as she was carried on.
“Sir. I… can’t dance.” Or at least she’d never danced before to her knowledge. Never mind whatever… dancing was being done in that moment.
She felt the world spin as she felt Adam whip her off his shoulder, nearly stumbling backwards as she landed unsteadily on her feet.
Adam caught her hand, pulling her back into him.
“What? That’s ******* ridiculous. ANYONE and their mother can dance if they want to.” He placed his other hand on her waist to steady her.
She felt her face heat up again, very aware of the close proximity of their bodies.
She didn’t pull back though.
“… I’ll follow you.”
Adam pulled a smirk, bringing his hand up to tap near her ear.
“Just listen to the music. Move with the beat!” He started sliding side to side, his movements getting gradually more overt the longer the song carried on.
She watched him, trying to copy, her brows furrowed in concentration. Every so often her eyes would flick to his face, looking for reassurance that she was doing it right.
She apparently was not, given he chuckled and shook his head. Or she assumed he chuckled at least. She could barely hear him over the music.
“Dangertits! You need to LOOSEN. UP. Here-“ He moved to stand behind her, his hands finding her hips and applying just enough pressure for her to get the hint that she needed to move.
She stiffened briefly as she felt his chin near her ear, his hot breath on her neck.
“Move WITH me, not against me. Come on you’re stiff as a board.” He moved his hand up the tiniest bit, cackling as her wings tried to flap involuntarily but were kept immobile by his proximity.
In her defense she wasn’t really listening to the music. She couldn’t really hear it over the roaring of her heart in her ears.
Was she breathing?
Air might be good.
She took a very loud, deep breath.
“Sorry S-IR!” She was cut off as Adam took her hand and spun her very quickly, only to immediately snap her back towards him before she had any time to process what was going on.
“There we go! Get those feet going!”
A laugh erupted from Lute’s lips as she was spun around again.
“Sir!”
Adam snickered, his arms coming around to trap her against him as her momentum carried them close once more.
His mouth found her ear so that she could hear him.
“Did I just hear the most bad*** ***** in the army laugh? No blood? No guts? Just laugh on the dance floor?”
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Drunk minds speak sober thoughts~
I am overly excited to announce that the amazing @deadgirlwalking91 and I have been working on a Guitarspear fic together! It was originally supposed to be short but it turned into something WAY more expansive than we ever thought it could be initially. I am so, SO glad we started this project because it has been an ABSOLUTE joy to write.
Stay tuned for the full release of "Drunk Minds Speak Sober Thoughts" on her blog. ;D
Adam & Lute © Viziepop/A24 Artwork © Branded-Rose Writing © Branded-Rose & @deadgirlwalking91
I usually don't post wips but I'm very pleased by this sketch! Inspired from @deadgirlwalking91's fic "Thanks for the Venom." I very, VERY much am enjoying this story so far and HIGHLY recommend it. ;D
See link below! ;D The author JUST posted chapter 3 not too long ago.
Links to fics below: Thank You for the Venom Worship (posted here as Lutey-Booty)
How Lute and Adam appear in my fic Angels Make Mistakes!
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“I’m just sayin’, wouldn’t wanna be you on judgment day. And considering the amount of blood on you, that’s coming pretty soon.” He motioned to her injuries.
She grit her teeth and sneered, pulling back.
“OR,” He looked at his nails, circling around her slowly.
“You can accept my offer. You wanna @$%&@# die a nobody? Or you wanna do something to actually matter?”
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You can read the rest of the chapter on A03!
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