#guitarmessenger

[twost3ps]

I lose motivation so quickly. Spam one week than dissappear for another 2 months lol. Decided to do sumn from some old drafts.

Whole thing was based of this old post

Michael and Lucifer are on total opposite ends of the spectrum

And Gabe is... yeah

Lol theyre dumbasses

[evilmenshoe80]

A little gift for the amazing and talented @twost3ps ☺️🌟

you probably had something different in mind but at least I hope this makes you laugh xd love you mooty and love your art!! I hope you like it!!! 👍💕

[koji-haru]

I NEED Adam to kiss all of the archangels 🥱

I like the way you think, anon! And maybe even more than a kiss ≖‿≖ Honestly, Adam gets all the kisses for me.

Unfortunately though, I've only really got Michael and Gabriel (and Lucifer too I guess?) characterised out of the archangels. BUT! I do have solid foundations of their characters. So! Here are some shorts I've written for you!

(Lucifer)

“Adam.”

Distant screams and panicked shouts echoed from down below the hotel’s balcony as acid rain brought down another of Hell’s daily punishment upon its ill-prepared sinners. Their screams of agony as the acid melted the flesh from their bones was a sound that used to make Adam sick. It wasn’t pity for his descendants, but rather a feeling of disgust for having to hear and witness the cruelty unleashed upon them. A sore on his eyes so to say. As the months had gone by however, as he had slowly grown to accept that he was indeed to remain in Hell as a sinner, those sights and sounds became nothing but mere background noise to Adam. Simply, another day in Hell. And as he sat by the window, the glass separating him from the world outside, the only sound he only truly heard was the pitter patter of rain falling against the window. It was almost peaceful, like a rainy day on earth where the crops would get a healthy watering. Peace, however, was quite the rarity in Hell. 

“Thought I’d find you here.” 

By the doorway, one pale hand still on the doorknob, Lucifer stood as a sigh of relief escaped from him. The meeting with Sera hadn’t gone as smoothly as he had hoped. 

Lucifer coughed into his fist while shutting the door behind him. “Sera, amirite? That stick’s been up her ass since the dawn of time, so I wouldn’t really worry too much…”

The words gradually died down on his tongue, the light hearted chuckles fading into silence as soon as Adam turned to face him. There were no tears, or fire in his eyes, simply the dulling of gold that was worn for far too long. Adam was a strong man. For all his faults and flaws, the first man was without a doubt strong, hardened by the sacrifices and trials he had to endure during his lengthy existence as both human and angel. Even when he returned as a sinner, Adam remained secure in himself. Sure, there many uncountable instances of explosive anger and haughty pride, but he arrived there soon enough, to stability. He was always good at that, finding a spot for himself no matter how rocky the situation. It was as if he always knew the whats and the wheres. The only other time Lucifer had seen Adam truly lost was during the collapse of Eden. When everything he ever knew shattered before him. His home, his friendships, his love. And now, sitting by the window, Adam had that same look on his face once more, a puzzle piece who had nowhere to go. 

“Adam…” Lucifer started as he made his way to the sinner. 

“What am I gonna do now?” asked Adam, his voice cracking as he held back the emotions that threatened to burst from within. 

Comforting people has never been quite Lucifer’s strongest suit, preferring to instead drift his attention away from his problems via absurd distractions. Still, for old time’s sake, he hoped to try anyway. 

“What do you mean?” Lucifer sat on the floor beside Adam, the redness of the sky like a curtain draping over them, close enough for comfort and far enough not to suffocate. “You have the hotel. It’ll take a while, but you could still get redeemed and then–”

“No.”

“No?”

Adam looked at Lucifer, properly this time, the golds of his eyes seemingly hardening into a fiery opal. “I’ve felt it. When Sera spoke to me…”

“Adam…”

“God has–” Adam sniffed, his lips trembling as he let the words trickle down while he withdrew into himself, to hide from the reality that was slowly crashing down on him. “God has abandoned me.”

The first man crumpled before Lucifer, his form never having been so small before while the world continued as usually did, the seeming insignificance of his pain disregarded by his creator. It was a sensation, a torment Lucifer had painfully gone through himself long ago when he was first cast away from his home. It was a sorrow he didn’t wish for Adam, despite everything the first man had done. He had unknowingly inflicted such sorrow against him once in Eden, and so this time, he would endeavour to piece the first man back together once more. Even if it would take eternity. 

“You have us.” Lucifer wrapped his arms and wings around Adam’s withdrawn form, a familiar warmth encasing the two away from realities of the world even for just a moment. Then, a tender kiss planted from the lightbringer onto humanity’s head. An old promise to an old friend, brought back from a time that no longer existed.

“You have me.”

---

(Michael)

“Well, that’s a look that puts Hell’s fires into shame,” whistled Gabriel as strutted towards his brother, one hand raised and ready to mess up Michael’s wavy locks. “What’s gotten you in such a mood?”

Knowing better than to rise to the bait and inflate his younger brother’s ego more, Michael simply flicked Gabriel’s reaching hand away from his head before it could do any more damage to his appearance. This was especially not the place for him to lose face. Gabriel might keep trying, but Michael refused to appear any more foolish in front of the first man. Having his temper tested was plenty enough for today. 

So instead, Michael was willing to let such blatant disrespect towards him go. For now. He would decide what to do with Gabriel once the environment was more favourable. 

“I’m assuming your little meeting here is finished?” asked Michael, though it was more of an announcement rather than a genuine question, as he moved past Gabriel and into the dim room filled with colourful flashing lights. There was a large screen with odd coloured patterns, across from it was a low table filled with snacks and drinks, and in the corner of the room, was the first man himself, one foot still on the table as he held an odd looking plastic guitar in his hands. 

“W–” Adam started, but before he could even get a word out, Gabriel swiftly collected his things from the room, giving Adam a careless wave of a hand on his way out of the door.

“I happen to be needed elsewhere soon,” said Gabriel as he shut the door behind him, leaving the first man to fend for himself against a clearly displeased Michael. “See ya!”

Now that the two were alone, Michael’s attention had nowhere else to turn to but towards Adam, or more specifically, the state of Adam. Casual clothes, mess everywhere in a karaoke room, colourful lights and music still blaring in the background, Adam was most definitely not in any state to meet up with Michael, who appeared as prim and proper as befitting of an archangel. 

For starters, Adam reached for the tv’s controller, pausing both the game and the music that was still playing on the screen. He hoped that the reduced noise would at least somewhat alleviate Michael’s displeasure, and perhaps spare him from the more troublesome punishments that were most definitely awaiting for him. 

“Do you know what day it is, Adam?” inquired Michael while he made himself comfortable on the couch, legs crossed and a reprimanding look thrown towards the first man. 

“Uhhh, saturday?”

“Try again.”

In all of his thousands of years of existence, Adam could count on only one hand when Michael had ever been truly upset with him. For all his strict adherence to the rules of Heaven and ensuring the status quo, Michael had never truly punished the first man for all the troubles he had both brought and gotten himself into. The only times Adam could recall being punished was whenever Gabriel was involved, and even then, it felt more like just discipline rather than true punishment. This apparent fact, however, was not something Adam had come to realise himself, who was content with the subtle pampering. Instead, it was Gabriel himself who brought it to Adam’s attention just a few days ago, noting Michael’s supposed bias towards the first man.

Adam swallowed dryly. If he were to be reprimanded today, then he might as well test Gabriel’s supposition. 

“Ah, well, it’s been an exhausting week, you know?” yawned Adam as he fell dramatically down onto the couch beside Michael in feigned fatigue while ensuring he had his best puppy eyes looking pitifully towards the seraph. “I just thought I’d take a little break.”

“It’s only Wednesday, Adam,” replied Michael with an impassive tone, though the way he had averted his softening gaze elsewhere had betrayed his exterior. 

“Oh,” was Adam’s only response, confounded by both how incorrectly he had gotten the day wrong and how he did seem to have an effect on Michael’s current disposition. 

It seemed, however, that Adam’s curt reaction had rendered his previous effort null as Michael uncrossed his legs and let out a disappointed sigh, his eyes on the door. 

“I’ll let Sera know you’ll be arriving soon.”

“W-wait!”

Without much thought, Adam pulled at Michael’s arm, dragging the angel closer towards him, their faces inches away from each other. At such a distance, Adam could clearly see the starry marks that adorned the other angel’s pale face and the slight flush of gold that was beginning to bloom all over his cheeks. 

“Adam?”

Perhaps emboldened by the drinks he had prior or by his newfound knowledge or maybe even a mix of both, Adam leaned up towards Michael, his lips a featherlight connection against Michael's starry cheeks. 

And then, there was silence. A brief moment of pleasant surprise between the two as gold slowly blossomed on their warming cheeks. 

“I–” Michael suddenly stood up, pulling himself away from Adam one hand attempting to cover his flushed face. “I think you might’ve had too much to drink.”

“Uh, yeah…” Adam replied as he plopped down onto the couch, eyes staring off into the room’s dark blue ceiling. The absurdity of what he just did had seemingly frozen both his mental and physical capacities, rendering him immobile on the couch as a million unprocessed thoughts scrambled back and forth in his mind.

“I, uh, I’ll inform Sera that you’re, uh, unwell,” continued Michael, still unable to face the first man, before abruptly vacating the room as if he would burst into flames the longer he stayed in there. 

“Uh, yeah…” repeated Adam, still staring off into the ceiling, his disbelief like a heavy blanket over him. Then he blinked, his senses returning in suffocating waves with shame and anger hitting him the hardest. Despite all of the overwhelming emotions going through him, however, what truly baffled Adam the most, was the fact that he felt no regret. No thoughts of wishing to take his kiss back or to have given it to someone else instead. Instead, he found his fingers lightly touching his lips, recalling the warmth he felt for a moment, one he hadn’t managed to savour. 

“Ughh,” Adam groaned loudly into his hands as he writhed on the couch. “What the fuck did I do?”

---

(Gabriel)

The embassy walls were as smooth as Adam remembered them. Even in the dimness of the room, the white walls almost glowed in their spotless cleanliness, a stark contrast to the eternal filth and chaos just on the other side of these walls. However, what once provided Adam a familiar comfort with its unfiltered holiness separating him from the squalor of Hell, had now become an unsettling environment. The white and gold walls sent an unwanted chill down his spine, its divine presence hanging like a sharpened sword above his head, sharp and deadly. 

The embassy meeting room was a room that Adam was all too familiar with. A room where he was in charge. A room where he was free to do as he pleased. A room where he had the confidence of the commander of the exorcists. Those sensations almost felt so far away now to Adam as he sat at the end of the table, opposite the grand chair he used to sit in. This time, he was the guest waiting quietly in the dark. 

As if mercy had decided to end the growing uneasiness that threatened him, a bright light erupted from the large seat across from Adam, dissolving any remnants of darkness within the room. A tall figure then began to form from the light, one with a familiar face.

Adam felt his shoulders relax slightly at the sight before him. He had come prepared to be rebuked and even mocked by whichever superior was willing to arrange a meeting with him at the embassy today. But to his pleasant surprise, the one who came was someone who he was rather friendly with. 

“Gabriel!” Adam called out with a smile on his face. Gabriel was one of the few seraphim who tolerated, and sometimes even indulged, Adam’s antics up in Heaven.

The seraph looked up to the source of the voice, a small shock evident on his face. “Adam?” he asked, his eyes squinting despite the perfect brightness of the room, as he leaned forward towards Adam. “Oh wow. And here I thought a demon had grown bold so as to tell an obvious lie.”

“Well, it’s me. The one and only Dickmaster!” affirmed Adam, his arms crossed over his chest and a growing confidence on his lips. His prior malaise ebbed away by the mere presence of his friend. 

“Hm, and a sinner now too,” noted Gabriel as he leaned back onto his seat, summoning a glass of red wine onto his hand. “Wine?”

Adam waved off the seraph’s offer, “Can I have soda instead? The grape flavoured one? Haven’t had those in a while.”

“Hmmm…” hummed Gabriel aloud in an exaggerated show of thought, hand on his chin and gaze in the distance, before returning his attention back towards the first man. “Nope!”

“Huh? Why the fuck not?”

“Because I said so,” answered Gabriel, though his tone remained light it was still made clear that he left no room for argument. For all of Adam’s obstinacy and difficulty to accept certain changes, he knew for a fact that Gabriel was even worse than him once he had decided on things, unless he was of course instructed by God itself. Such an event however, would be a miracle itself. The seraph was quite literally the definition of an immovable object. 

“So, would you like some wine?” asked Gabriel once more between sips of his own drink.

Knowing it would be a losing battle anyway, Adam relented with a nod. Stuff from Heaven was better than anything from Hell anyway. “Ugh, fine.”

“Red or white?”

Adam slumped down onto the table, a loud groan leaving him. Heavenborns, no matter how amiable and easy going they appear to be, would never fail to be irritatingly haughty by some degree it seemed. As if such an attitude was hard wired into them during their creation. 

“Dude, whatever.” Adam waved his hand randomly in the air while his head remained rested against the coolness of the table. 

“Same as mine then – red.” 

With a snap of Gabriel’s fingers, a glass half filled with wine materialised on the table just beside Adam’s lying head. Its deep red hue a stark contrast against the crystalline blue of the glass table, almost reminiscent of the same shade that freely stained the streets of Pride except this one was of divine origin. 

“So,” Gabriel started, “you’ve become a sinner now, have you?”

The click clacketing of heels bounced between the sterile walls of the room, their steadily increasing volume almost deafening Adam. And as the sounds got louder and louder, each echo like freezing winds hitting against him, a chill slowly began to climb its way onto Adam’s back. Rising higher and higher until the click clacketing stopped and the sudden coldness of the room seemed to have frozen time itself. Adam directed his gaze from the redness of his drink towards the figure standing behind, standing just a few away from Adam himself like a jailer supervising a criminal. 

Shaking off the creeping unease that managed to find its way back towards him, Adam pushed himself upright from the table, his eyes still trained on the smiling angel in front of him. 

“Yeah, that’s what I called this meeting for,” answered Adam as he tried to keep his voice steady. His hand reached for his glass on the table, swirling the red liquid slowly again and again – anything to keep creeping trepidation at bay, and the deep red spiral was a welcome distraction. Something to channel the anxious energy to. 

“I was hoping you could help me do something about it,” Adam continued, mumbling a little as he took a sip of the wine. 

As soon as his lips touched the red drink, however, a searing pain erupted from his lips down to his throat. The glass slipped from Adam’s hand, shattering onto the white marble floor as a glistening deep red that crawled slowly towards the boot of seraph. 

“Oh, did I forget to mention that that was a blessed wine?” Gabriel mused aloud before taking another sip from his own drink. “It tastes divine though.”

In front of the seraph, Adam was nearly bent over as he hacked out every little drop of the wine that he had managed to drink. His throat was burning from both the wine and the coughing, his vision a blur from the tears that began to prick his eyes, and head dizzyingly numb from all the sudden chaos invading his senses. But despite his painful display, no help nor comfort came from Gabriel, Adam’s supposed friend. 

A few more minutes of pained coughing passed before Adam managed to regain some semblance of his composure back as he stared daggers at Gabriel, who remained standing before him, wine on hand. 

“What the fuck? Are you trying to kill me?!” spat Adam as he stood up to grab at Gabriel’s shirt with clawed hands, his horns sprouting into a sharp curve from his head. 

Gabriel, however, stood unaffected by the first man’s fiery aggression, seemingly more interested about the safety of his drink at hand.

“Careful,” he warned with a slight drawl as he pulled his glass away from the sinner, “I might end up spilling some on you.”

“Gabriel!” Adam shook the angel in front of him, his anger at the other’s impudent disinterest swiftly bubbling up inside him, threatening to burst into flames at any moment. 

Like a parent unmoved by their child’s foolish antics, Gabriel let out a sigh as he carefully placed his drink onto the table before prying both of Adam’s hands off of his shirt with a stern grip. “Shouldn’t sinners be exterminated to begin with?”

“I–” stammered Adam, his anger swiftly dissipating into nothing as a cold burn began to ache where the seraph had touched him. 

“I remember you being so adamant about it before,” reminded Gabriel, “Did something change your mind?”

It was then that Adam realised what the haunting chill that stalked him throughout his stay at the embassy – fear. Fear for his safety. Fear for his survival. For the divine walls that once used to shield him from Hell’s wickedness had now become a deadly trap for a being like him. And his friend who once shared in his joy and adventures was now his very own executioner. All this because he had become what he reviled the most – a sinner. 

Adam felt the world twist and turn, his vision a confusing blur, as his legs stumbled back in weakness. Then in a moment, he found himself sitting back on his seat, heart ready to escape out of his chest. Every fibre of his being screamed at him to sprint and hide and never return to such a place again, but a pair of seemingly glowing green eyes kept him rooted to the spot, unable to move. 

“N-no,” whispered Adam before suddenly increasing his voice. “No, me being here has to be a mistake! There’s no way!”

“Does gold still flow within your veins?” queried Gabriel, taking one step closer towards Adam. “Hm?”

“Just tell Sera about me!” insisted Adam, his fists clenched tightly until warmth began to seep between his fingers. “She’ll figure something out!”

Gabriel merely let a light chuckle, amusement painted all over his face. “Sera made too many mistakes already, and Michael’s too occupied with more important matters. So, I’ve decided to personally deal with this mess myself this time.” 

Whatever vitality that remained in the first man quickly went down the drain as a deathly pallor assumed over his appearance. Yes, Gabriel was one of the more carefree angels, willing to indulge in things most Heavenborns would consider senseless and pointless. And yes, Adam was friendly with the seraph, never truly having clashed with him during his life as both human and angel. Now though, Adam was neither human or angel, instead he was a sinner. And Gabriel – never showed any sort of love nor mercy towards sinners. Ingrates as he called them. 

“Don’t look so scared,” cooed Gabriel as he leaned down towards Adam, who had remained frozen on his seat. Pale hands gently petted the sinner’s brown curls accompanied by a gentle kiss and soft hushes. “Redeem yourself, and you might be welcomed back to Heaven.” 

Gabriel pulled away from Adam, with the other’s gaze of both fear and shock remaining glued onto him. “A snake managed to slither its way up to Heaven. Either by luck or through effort, we are unsure for now. But!” he began to walk back towards his seat at the other end of the table, swooping up his nearly empty glass of wine on the way back, “That means you might also have a chance of returning.” 

A bright light began to emerge from the air, enveloping the room once more in its radiance as it gradually increased in size to become a portal. Gabriel stopped before the portal, turning to give a final look back towards the stunned sinner. 

“That is if you can survive the exterminations.”

[adam1fanforeverrr]

NEW LOVERS?? (Michael x Adam x Gabriel) - Jealous Lucifer.

Hate. All Adam could feel at that moment was every cell of his being boiling like a cauldron. He tried to calm himself at first, but it was no use. To avoid hurting the animals, he had to beat himself repeatedly until his face was red and scratched, his forehead was purple from the blows against the tree trunk, and his pupils were dilated and swollen.

He didn't know what he had done wrong—or rather, he couldn't accept it—why Lilith had procreated with Lucifer.

Okay, let's recap: He only did what the angels wanted him to do, tame her. But she, in her "we're equals" plan, didn't give in, and slept with that damned dwarf Lucifer just for being an imbecile who lets himself be bossed around by a woman!

Now that he thought about it, it really was the best option. He would tolerate it if Lilith had bossed him around all the time or yelling at him for the smallest thing he did that displeased her... or "punishing" him by not speaking to him for days.

God, he was definitely an idiot.

Why does he always realize his mistakes too late? What does it matter? He doesn't need them anyway; they were just a pastime for him. Nothing matters anymore, not Lucifer, not Lilith, only him now. Alone, in Eden.

Once he'd calmed down—halfway, not really—he let his full weight fall back, landing with a swipe on top of a pile of leaves he'd made earlier, like a nest. His gaze was fixed on the vast sky; even though his day had been awful, the sky still smiled upon him. How ironic.

The animals, noticing that "their king" had finally calmed down, began to approach, albeit hesitantly. They had previously decided to grab him to stop him from hurting himself, and they did, but only by the foot, despite his kicking and screaming. Seeing his stunned eyes and hearing his atrocious voice, he endured this ordeal. They tried to restrain him; he had already hit his forehead many times, but nothing worked. They stopped trying when he almost—I mean almost, centimeters—almost kicked a small duckling that was crying because of Adam's actions.

They knew they couldn't control him, so they just watched with pity in their eyes. Some stayed to indirectly care for him, but most left because they couldn't bear to watch that scene any longer.

Adam had gone to an apple tree, fallen to his knees, and was shaking his head slowly but vehemently, while clutching the oak tree—the same one he had hit himself with so many times—shouting the names of Lilith and Lucifer over and over again.

From all the hitting, let's just say he learned something: to think.

That incident filled him with jubilation. He told himself it wasn't a matter of asking for forgiveness, but of changing his ways. So he opted for the simplest solution: forget them. He wouldn't achieve anything by insulting or cursing them every day. After all, the angels had expelled them from Eden.

He stood up again, shaking his head to dislodge the small twigs embedded in his hair. Now that he thought about it, trying to strangle her hadn't been a good idea. It was obvious Lucifer was going to come to his rescue, grabbing his arm and throwing him to the ground as if he were nothing—he didn't say so, but he landed a hard blow on his ribs. Swallowing his tears, he watched as Lucifer comforted Lilith, kissing her and swearing eternal love.

Seriously? She literally cheated on him. They had sex in front of him, and now they're swearing all the love in the universe to each other like cute little bunnies? This has to be a joke.

He really thought Lucifer was his friend, his right-hand man, his guide, his angel. But no, he only wanted him to get closer to the first woman.

Well, now they're probably happy having sex or kissing outside the garden every day.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his brow furrowing in disgust every time he remembered that scene.

A fox dared to climb onto his lap, and Adam, almost instinctively, accepted that small comfort, stroking the intruder's soft fur. Other animals joined in, trying to calm him by rubbing against him or making soft sounds to get his attention.

To tell the truth, he wouldn't have discovered them if it weren't for them.

He remembered that day well. He was gathering the mangoes Lilith wanted for lunch. She gave him one of those hurtful looks that irritated him so much, and then, without knowing if he was serious or how to continue the conversation, she just told him to get them for today. The ripest and sweetest ones. I finished by drumming my fingers with my sharp pink nails.

"Why?" I said slowly and distinctly.

She shrugged. "I just thought it would be nice to have a romantic lunch with you." She rubbed her cheek against my temple. "Come on... say yes," she whispered sweetly.

I hated when she did that, when she manipulated me against my will. But I thought, "If it's the only way to get her to leave me alone..." I relaxed my fists, huffing in the process, and nodded. She clapped her hands a few times, euphoric, and skipped away.

It was. Weird. Unusual behavior from her; she'd never treated me like that before. Why now?

I didn't think much about it when I left. 

But I was an affable fellow with admirable tact, and a good husband to boot, so I put my thoughts to rest and began the search.

It had taken me a long time; it was as if the mangoes had been hidden. And so it was, curiously enough. I found a pile of mangoes, but at the other end of Eden, too far from the area I usually frequented.

When I looked up, I realized that twilight was falling. How long had I taken?

My thoughts were interrupted when a flock of birds came to me. I smiled, thinking they had come to sing me a beautiful chorus like last time, but no. They looked terrified, frightened. Then other animals joined them; they seemed agitated.

Initially, I didn't know what to do, until the same fox that had been on my lap let go of my leg. A lion was behind me, nudging my hip to encourage me to go in a certain direction.

The birds tugged at my clothes; I thought they wanted to play, even though it was already very late.

I only took them seriously when they took the bracelet Lucifer had given me. It's not that it has anything significant, I swear! -it did, but I'd never admit it- it was gold, and it looked great on me.

I had to run nonstop, dropping all the mangoes in the process. I jumped, crawled, swam, slid through the mangroves, I did everything until they finally stopped.

When I was ready to yell at them, I heard a sharp moan of pain. I was scared for a second; I thought Lilith was in danger. As soon as I looked over, I realized she wasn't.

"Owwh! Lucifer!" she let out another moan, this time more muffled. "Make me feel what the first man never will!"

"Well... that won't be so difficult." He responded with difficulty, tenderly kissing the nape of her neck, fiercely penetrating her virginity.

Adam watched as they reached their climax and fell into each other's arms.

And well, the rest is history. After remembering again why he was like this, he lay back again; a nap would do him good.

(...)

A loud sound jolted him awake. The animals also awoke, looking up at the sky where an imposing figure, along with others, was approaching.

The animals automatically bowed. Adam already knew who it was: Sera. If she was here, it was because of some interesting news, although she was also likely going to reproach him for not taming his wife.

"Adam... I know you've been a little depressed about your wife." Adam shook his head, rolling his eyes; he really didn't care anymore. "But! I have news for you. We've brought you a new companion and a new angel."

Adam's eyes widened. He saw two tall figures—a little taller than him—appear. One was a human, the other an angel.

The human had pale skin, but it was alive. Blue eyes like the sea, bright, and long eyelashes. A slightly upturned nose, with defined but soft features. He wore less clothing than Adam, revealing his completely bare upper body. He had a small skirt held up by a ribbon the same color as the clouds. On the other hand, the angel. He looked a bit like Lucifer, but his hair was spikier and his bangs were curled. His eyes weren't blue, they were orange like fire, just as vivid but piercing. His wings were larger but not as colorful as Lucifer's.

As he tried to say something, the angel threw himself on top of him, squeezing him in a bear hug. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Adam! Sera told us so much about you. Honestly, you're thinner than I imagined; even I could be much more of a man than you. Bah! Just kidding." His voice fluctuated, finally bursting into laughter as he slapped the other man's head hard.

"Excuse him," the other human interrupted, removing the angel's hand from my body. "He's too extroverted. He doesn't control his strength." He glared at him, subtly threatening him to back off. The other obeyed with a nervous smile.

After the other angels left, I spent the entire day with the two of them. Unlike Lilith and Lucifer, "Gabriel and Mike" paid me their undivided attention, and the few times I left them alone—to test them and see what they would do—it was almost always Mike weakly hitting Gabriel while the other mocked his new, frail appearance.

Adam woke up as usual, stretching his arms above his head with a wide yawn and a sleepy smile spreading across his face. Another day in Eden, his husband, his loyal angel friend—everything was perfect again.

Although it felt strange at first, noticing how attached his angel was to him, even giving him tender kisses between his knuckles—wasn't that supposed to be done only by his husband? What was even stranger was that Mike didn't seem to react badly to it.

Gabriel—the few times I was with him—would kiss him anywhere on his body the second Mike appeared. He'd also snuggle into his lap or spoon him.

Mike wasn't far behind, as expected from his husband. He was quite affectionate; there wasn't a morning that went by without his morning kiss, compliments, or offerings of his favorite fruits.

They both seemed to have a lot of affection for him, which unsettled him. It should only be Mike's doing, so... why was Gabriel doing the same? The worst part was that it didn't bother him. On the contrary... he found it quite amusing to feel that affection.

Last day. Without warning, Mike stole a kiss from Adam, which he initially accepted with pleasure. But another soft hand slid across his chin, guiding him to the face of the one who kissed him (Gabriel), who also kissed him.

"Wait!" He said, startled, his pupils trembling and his lips pressed tightly together. "You can't do that! You're my angel!"

"Yes. I am, I'm yours." He let out a flirtatious laugh, looking at him tenderly.

"I know, but..." He stopped, searching Mike with his eyes. He was nervous, maybe... maybe he was upset. But no, he was smiling too. "Mike, say something!"

"Relax, I accept it."

"You... YOU WHAT?"

"Gabriel and I agreed to share your love. We didn't want to fight, to tell you the truth. Yes, I told you I was an angel too. Initially, Gabriel was going to be the human, but I wanted to be your partner... After a long discussion, we agreed it would be better to share. We're not selfish with each other."

Okay, now he had to process all this. He lowered his gaze, puzzled, running his fingers through his scalp. Both angels - well, one of them human now - noticing the distress, slowly approach him, giving him tender kisses. 

Paying little attention to the surroundings—and the strange yet intriguingly comforting sensation of passionate kisses pressing against his skin, sending a slight tingle and a new intensity of emotions through him—he slowly lowered his eyelids, surrendering to the passion.

Mike wrapped his arm around his waist, making a brief effort to keep him close. Gabriel followed suit, wrapping his arms around his neck, his cheek brushing against his chest.

Both of them—though not verbally—were vying for Adam's affection. At this point, however, they were even.

Although he wasn't the same, unlike a certain serpent that had slithered into the garden, Lucifer. It would be very difficult for me to describe all the resentment, hatred, envy, and jealousy he was feeling at that moment. He was gnawing his sharp fangs at a branch to try and calm himself: It wasn't fair! he told himself. He was supposed to be his guardian angel, his other half, but he had to admit that he preferred Lilith for certain reasons. But Adam was still his! He couldn't say completely that he belonged to Adam, but Adam belonged to him. He was supposed to be sad for him, begging for his return so he could feel better about himself. Adam should be crying for him, wanting him back to feel whole again. But apparently, he forgot him so quickly and replaced him not only with his twin, but also with his "ex-mentor," who kissed Adam's neck while glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

He knew Gabriel; he was too observant of his surroundings. Their eyes met, and Gabriel clung tighter to Adam, relishing Lucifer's inner turmoil.

...

"Damn you! You were supposed to be my friend!" Lucifer shouted, pointing at Gabriel and slamming him against his shield.

Gabriel looked at him indifferently. Raising an enigmatic eyebrow, his only response was to tug at his cheek and pinch it. "Oh, foolish Lucifer. You think you're so important, but you're not. You see, Adam was created to be with people of superior intellect, if you know what I mean." He gave a sly smile. "And Lilith was his equal, yes, but she was just as proud as you."

Lucifer's eyes turned golden yellow, and his wings spread wide, trying to intimidate his other brother.

"Don't talk about her like that! She's perfect, a thousand times better than Adam!"

"If that's what you say, then why does it bother you that we're with him now?"

There was no response; the word wouldn't leave his mouth. He lowered his wings again, feeling defeated, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Oh, silly so silly Lu. You're too emotional for these things, but don't worry." He placed his hand on the younger boy's shoulder, patting it gently. "We'll take good care of him."

Lucifer remained silent again, clenching his fists suspiciously, trying to suppress the urge to kill him right there.

"Besides, the three of us have been together for a long time now. It's time for mating."

"No. Don't tell me you'll participate. Mike, well, that's his role, but you? FOR GOD'S SAKE, YOU'RE AN ANGEL!"

"Even if you don't believe me, Sera agrees. Although, sadly, I won't be able to give birth to him children." She paused for a moment, then smiled wickedly again, her pupils gleaming. "Not for now."

[mintartem]

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The ship of Lucifer+Michael+Gabriel x Adam is called GLAMrock because their initials spell glam and they’ed make a fire rock band lol

Lowkey think about them all the time

Idk it’s just funny seeing 3 short dudes trying to flirt with one tall babe

Even stacked they’re just barely taller than him lol

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I don’t think I’ve made art of just the two of them or maybe I have but have some Guitarmessenger

Gabe lowkey a dog

Little bro annoying af but he’ll work his way in

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That fucking bird that I hate

Gabe has a tendency to perch on people. Some angels, like Adam, are unbothered when he does but not everyone can easily uphold a 6’8, 370-something-pound angel on their shoulders