#adamsappleadvent

[lisandra-phillips]

Adamsapple Advent

Day 3: Breath

Luci just has sensitive ears

[inubaki]

Wrapping (Adam was, indeed, worth a pony)

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Based off @bloogers-boogers’s comic. Based off the adult comment of ‘well, what did you get me?” to destroy all spoiled children arguments.

The triplets want a pony and uncle Crystal gives advice to work for it through good behavior. While a certain auntie subjects a hostage/bribery.

Adam was just getting the festive mood with his family. And Crystal realizes he’s an accessory to a ‘kidnapping’.

Good news. Adam is, indeed, worth a pony.

—-sorry. It’s just a stupid idea that wouldn’t leave my head. That Adam refuses to spoil his kids like Lucifer is prone to do. Insisting they work for it. And work they did.

[watertribe-enya]

Adamsapple Advent 2024 Day 1 : Snow

Raphael: Why did you let him take a nap in the snow?!

Lucifer: Because he felt sleepy! And he looked so cute with his lips turning blue!

Ah Luci... It's still early in creation, but hypothermia is not supposed to be cute. Adam can't die from it (yet), but now they have to warm him up again

@adamsappleadvent

[adamsappleadvent]

Welcome to Adamsapple Advent! A 13 day Celebration starting December 1st and ending December 13th! With both Nice and Naughty Prompts we hope there's something for everyone!

This Event will be hosted across multiple platforms! Tumblr (here), Twitter [link] and Bluesky [link]!

To participate please use the [#adamsappleadvent] or [#adamsapple advent] tag on your pieces! Have fun!

[anemicbunnicula]

“Dude, just… how long are you planning to make this thing? You said it was unfinished?”

“Oh, shut it. I wanted to make sure you’re warm with it.”

“Warm? Adam, I’m practically swimming in it...”

[lisandra-phillips]

🎸Adamsapple Advent🍎

Day 1: Temperature play

I like how in the previous event I drew them on the same theme and it was so gentle, but now it's just for fun. I'll try my best, I promise.

[inubaki]

Possessiveness (SwitchAu)

An Omegaverse Au in which Heaven blames the omega human Adam for ‘tempting’ the omega Lucifer. As Adam is the one marked, he’s the damage they discard first. Demanding for Lucifer to right the wrongs of disrupting the human legacy, forbidden from both Heaven and Hell till he can for fills his ‘duties’ as an omega himself.

As the one marked and discarded, Adam feels every intimacy Lucifer has and every birth. Each betrayal sinking him into a state of madness and resentment.

And as the humans begin to fall to hell, Adam slowly builds his empire on spite and force of will. Lacking the might of a natural angel and the authority of an alpha, Adam has to learn to use his body and mind to maintain his dominance.

The sins are birthed by him through an attorney announced every two hundred years by whom ever can win his challenge. Lucifer’s claim makes the process agony, each conception worse than the last. But Adam relishes in the pain as a defiance for the angel he blames his banishment upon. Even if the next union and birth could kill him.

When Heaven finally allows Lucifer to visit Hell it’s just in time for 7th and final grand attorney.

Lucifer is very much a yandere in this which is what drew Heaven’s eye to begin with. He’s rendered human while on earth but refuses to allow Lilith to bite him even when birthing the children.

He lives as a human for nearly 800 years before finally dying, outliving far pass expectation. (Or so they say). And even then Heaven is reluctant to allow Lucifer to see Adam. But as God’s favorite and Devil’s games going around again for the final heir, surely Lucifer can finally abandon his claim. Surely.

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[inubaki]

The Sea Queen (gift)

Chapter 1

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story commissioned by the amazing @libby-for-life! Based off one of the first pics @sir-tater-of-the-tot made that got me hooked on this fandom to began with. I blame them entirely. ————-

Adam had lived most of his life as an orphan, navigating the world with a deep sense of solitude. The adults in his village often frightened him with their stern faces and harsh voices, their indifference making him feel invisible. Even the other children, with their boisterous laughter and intricate games, sometimes intimidated him, each taunt or exclusion echoing in his mind long after the moment had passed. 

At the age of ten, when most boys his age were in school learning, Adam found solace by the docks of his quaint island village. The salty air filled his lungs as he wandered along the weather-beaten wooden planks, searching for treasures hidden in the tide. His large hands would sift through the intricacies of seashells, each one a tiny masterpiece formed by the ocean. He often paused to help any little creatures in distress—crabs struggling to right themselves or seagulls trapped in fishing lines—as a flicker of compassion lit up his heart.

When the sun reached its zenith, casting a golden hue across the rippling water, Adam would simply lie down beneath the docks, feeling the cool shade protect him from the harsh sun. It wasn’t always comfortable; the rough wooden beams pressed into his back, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore sometimes echoed in his ears like an endless chant. There were days when hunger gnawed at his stomach, a constant reminder of his bleak circumstances. Yet, despite the trials he faced, he cherished his island village with an unshakeable fondness. It was here, among the gentle whispers of the sea and the cawing of the gulls, that he felt most alive, a small boy in a vast world, dreaming of a brighter future.

It was also where he met the being that would change his life forever. The sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sandy expanse of the beach, where Adam often sought solace. Today, however, the salty air was tinged with an edge of desperation. His stomach grumbled audibly, a stark reminder of the meals he had missed. He had attempted to grab a few morsels from the food vendors earlier, but their sharp voices and menacing glares had driven him away, leaving him empty-handed and fraught with irritation. But Adam pushed those feelings aside, repeating silently to himself that he didn’t care about the food or the ridicule. He would cling to that thought, fostering an unwarranted sense of pride until it morphed into belief.

As he meandered along the worn path of the beach, his gaze was drawn northward, where a cacophony of yelps and hoots pierced the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. The distinctive sound of high-pitched laughter sent a chill down his spine; it was an all-too-familiar symphony that spoke of trouble. A band of boys, renowned for their penchant for picking on the defenseless, had been wreaking havoc on any small creature they chanced upon. Memories of their taunts and sneers played like a haunting melody in his mind. Adam's fists clenched tightly at his sides, determination igniting within him. He wouldn’t allow them to prey on the creatures of the shore this time.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Adam sprinted down the sandy beach, the sound of laughter echoing in the warm afternoon air. His heart raced as he approached the scene, and he slid to a halt, leaving a trail of fine grains beneath his feet. The moisture on his forehead began to bead as he took in the sight before him—a small group of boys, probably around seven or eight years old, clustered together in a circle. Even though they were younger and a bit smaller in stature, Adam had always been taller and broader than most of his peers at ten.

In the center of their attention was a small, trembling creature, the source of its muffled whimpers evident in the way the boys kicked and taunted it. Rage surged through Adam as he realized what was happening; instinctively, he surged forward, ready to protect the defenseless animal. The laughter that had filled the air was replaced by shouts and yelling as Adam confronted the trio, his voice rising above their jeers.

The confrontation quickly escalated into a chaotic struggle, with Adam shoving and shouting as he tried to shield the small creature from further harm. The boys, once bold and confident, quickly realized they were outmatched and began to retreat, their laughter fading into terrified cries as they scurried away, calling out for their parents. As silence settled over the beach, Adam knelt, his heart still pounding, to check on the little animal who had been the target of their cruelty.

Only… it was no ordinary creature that lay before him. This being was a bit taller, and if he were upright he would be towering over the ten-year-old boy. Its body was a bizarre tapestry of red and white skin, slick and iridescent in the filtered sunlight, contrasting sharply with the golden sands of the beach. Jagged fangs jutted menacingly from its maw, gleaming like polished ivory. But perhaps the most disconcerting feature of all was the tentacles that writhed restlessly on the ground, leaving shallow impressions in the sand as they gestured in a seemingly anxious dance.

Adam's heart raced, pounding in his chest like a drum; he instinctively swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight with fear. The thought of being devoured by such a creature sent a shiver coursing down his spine. His initial instinct was to bolt—to turn on his heels and sprint away from this nightmarish figure. But just as he prepared to flee, a soft, plaintive whimper reached his ears, halting him in his tracks.

Curiosity wrestled with terror as he turned slightly, his breath hitching when he encountered the creature's gaze. Those glowing red eyes held an unexpected depth; they shimmered with pain yet communicated a profound sense of fear. At that moment, Adam realized that the creature was not just a predator lying in wait; it was terrified as well, caught in a situation it didn't understand.

Adam sighed heavily, a mix of compassion and responsibility flooding through him. He felt a strange kinship with this strange being, both of them ensnared by their own fears. "I'm going to have to do the right thing here...aren't I?" He muttered.

Carrying the creature was a daunting task, especially given the palpable tension between them; it was clear they both harbored deep-seated distrust for one another. Adam, his heart racing and palms slick with sweat, tried to sound more assertive than he felt. "Look," he began, his voice wavering yet determined, "I'm trying to help you. If I leave you here, you'll die. Is that what you really want?" 

The creature responded with a low, rumbling growl that rumbled from deep within its throat. Adam’s pulse quickened, and he swallowed hard, forcing himself to push past his fear and carry on. "Well? Let’s prove those kids who hurt you wrong, okay?" he urged, trying to inject some conviction into his words.

For a moment, the creature merely huffed in response, a puff of air escaping its nostrils, as if it were deliberating Adam’s intentions. Yet, there was a flicker in its large, wary eyes—a hint of understanding, perhaps, or a willingness to trust. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the creature seemed to concede to Adam’s plea.

Relief washed over him like a warm tide, but as he felt the weight of the creature shifting in his grasp, a nagging thought crept in: if he had known that saving this remarkable sea creature would be so fraught with difficulty and uncertainty, he might have hesitated a bit longer before diving into this intricate dance of trust and fear. Adam tightened his grip, resolved to navigate the challenges ahead, both for himself and for the creature he was determined to save.

Adam gently placed the strange creature onto a cool, damp floor of a small cave, feeling the rough texture of the rock beneath his fingertips. As he studied the creature, he noticed that several of its long, slender tentacles were missing, leaving jagged stubs where they had once been. A pang of empathy surged through him, and he winced at the thought of the pain it must have endured to lose those appendages.

"Okay, I can try to get some—" Adam was abruptly interrupted by a sharp yelp that escaped his lips. In an attempt to push himself up from the jagged ground, he had inadvertently pressed his palm against the rough, unforgiving surface of the rocky wall. A sudden, stinging pain shot through his hand as he felt a jagged edge bite into his skin. "Jeez..." Adam muttered under his breath, frustration mixing with the sting of the cut.

As he prepared to wipe the crimson stain onto his shirt, he suddenly felt a cold, slimy tentacle coil around his waist. A chill ran down Adam's spine as he belatedly realized the creature had ensnared him. He froze, the blood on his hand momentarily forgotten, as dread washed over him. The child instinctively stifled a scream, but to his surprise, the creature did not lunge or attack. Instead, it brought its form closer, its eyes studying him curiously as it gingerly sniffed his palm. In that surreal moment, Adam understood that it had no intention of harming him; it was merely inquisitive, and the fear that had gripped him started to wane.

He was not prepared for the creature to lick at his palm. Adam wrinkled his nose. "Ew. What are you doing?" The tongue was rough on his bare skin and he wiggled in the creature's grasp. It must have known that it was weird because he immediately looked at Adam with a pleading gaze before gesturing to his still-bleeding palm. Adam sighed reluctantly. "Fine. Go ahead." For some reason, the creature's face went red but it continued to lap at the crimson liquid falling from his palm.

Adam stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief as he witnessed a transformation right before him. Lucifer's body emanated a soft, dull red glow that pulsed like a heartbeat, casting an otherworldly light across the dim room. The creature's skin, marred by small cuts and bruises, began to mend as if some unseen force were stitching the wounds closed. Each laceration faded away, leaving behind nothing but smooth skin, a process that felt like pure magic to the ten-year-old. The creature smiled at Adam as he gave one more lick to Adam’s palm before letting him go.

"Had your fill? Good." Adam remarked, trying to keep his tone light despite the strange situation. The tingling sensation in his palm still lingered, a reminder of the bizarre encounter he had just experienced, but he chose not to voice it. 

Before him, the creature sat motionless, its deep red eyes glinting with an almost intelligent curiosity. It seemed to absorb every word he spoke. Adam shifted a little, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Well...are you hungry?" he asked, a hint of hope lacing his voice.

In response, the creature perked up, an eagerness evident in its posture. It nodded enthusiastically, its movements fluid and almost graceful, which made Adam tilt his head in surprise. "You know...you're pretty smart," he continued, the admiration creeping into his voice. "I wish I could talk to you."

At that, something unexpected happened. The creature's skin flushed a vibrant shade of crimson, and it turned its face away, seemingly embarrassed by the compliment. Adam blinked, taken aback. Well, that was odd, he thought, as he watched the creature's demeanor shift from eager to bashful in an instant.

Suddenly, the creature gestured to its mouth, blowing air out before pointing to its throat. Adam blinked at it, trying to decipher what the hell he was witnessing. The creature turned a darker shade of red, before gesturing towards Adam to come closer. The child hesitated before complying. He didn't fight it when two tentacles wrapped around his face to make his mouth. When the creature blew air down his throat, Adam flinched but let it happen.

The creature released its hold on Adam, a wide and unsettling smile spreading across its face. “There. Now we can finally have a conversation,” it said, its voice a curious blend of smooth and gravelly tones. Adam blinked rapidly, processing the scene before him. Once, twice—then, impulsively, he let out a piercing scream that echoed off the damp walls of the underwater chamber.

The creature flinched at the sudden noise, its eyes widening in surprise. "Why are you screaming?!" It exclaimed, the earnestness of its query cutting through the panic that had seized Adam.

Backing away, his heart racing, Adam stammered, “You can talk?!” The creature, momentarily taken aback by his disbelief, adopted a deadpan expression and replied, “Of course I can! It’s you humans who struggle to understand us! Blowing air into your throat was the only way I could communicate with you that didn't involve you being underwater!” 

Adam barely absorbed the creature's words as he continued to fixate on the floor, grappling with the surreal revelation. “You can talk… you can actually talk,” he murmured, the incredulity in his voice betraying the turmoil churning within him.

He stared at the creature and the creature stared back. "Do...do you have a name?" The creature smiled. "Lucifer."

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To willing offer one’s blood to the kraken is one wishing to build a deeper bond. Bonds lead to.. many things for a kraken. Whether Adam actually becomes aware of that context, I doubt Lucifer would ever admit it.

Sorry. You’ll have to deal with my art on these few parts. I know.

Next:

[inubaki]

Adamsapple Advent

(free day)

I haven’t painted in forever. But I thought it would make the last day of Adamsappleadvent special.

[inubaki]

Collar (Prideful Au)

Adam felt undeniably diminutive, a mere wisp of his former self. He was far smaller than he had ever been in his Edenic days and, naturally, infinitesimally tiny compared to his celestial form. He barely grazed the shoulder of his angelic self—how utterly disheartening! His new form seemed so fragile, so vulnerable. Although he was uncertain of the full extent of his new body's powers, his present concern was more with its appearance.

His face was heart-shaped, softly feminine, with a nose that curved gracefully like a bird’s beak but lacked its sharpness. His lips were plump and tender, featuring a subtle, secretive dimple at one corner. His skin was the colour of delicate ash on fresh snow, milky-white and sprinkled with grey freckles that cascaded down his cheeks, neck, shoulders, and back. These freckles meandered down to the lush, pastel green and blue fluff that framed his thighs and extended to his dainty, delicate hooves. Though he lacked the long, arrow-like tail of Lucifer, his tail resembled a delicate spring of blue feathers, starting close to his backside and arching upward like a plume worthy of Hera.

His hips were rounded and plush, akin to the fanciful Barbies Adam had once seen the young Winners chatter about. His arms were slender and cushioned with tender flesh, his fingers long and delicate, tipped with the same blue and green hues as if bruised. His hair was a cascade of soft brown tufts, interspersed with genuine blue and green feathers that sprouted from the sides of his head, two of them curving like horns. Resting serenely between them was a sweet, sinuous snake, coiling gently and floating above his head like an ethereal halo.

Adam's cheeks were rounder than he had ever imagined, blushing with a faint pink tint. He winced, pinching his right cheek and hissing in surprise. It was far more sensitive than he remembered and disturbingly reminiscent of Lucifer! His wings were long and plush, cascading down his back and sweeping along the ground behind him. He inspected them with curiosity; they weren’t gold but a mesmerising gradient of green and blue, interwoven with hints of orange.

He wondered if he could lift them—and if they could lift him. With a determined squint and an arched back, he watched as his wings began to unfurl, nearly causing him to have a heart attack. They didn’t resemble typical wings but rather the majestic plumes of a peacock, stretching around him and fluttering softly. The eyes embedded in the feathers shimmered in gold, purple, and orange, framed by gentle greens and blues, echoing the feathers sprouting from his hair.

Adam's eyes widened in shock as he gazed at his reflection.

“What the fuck am I?” he exclaimed, his voice echoing with disbelief.

A soft gasp fluttered from behind him, drawing his attention. Adam turned slowly, his gaze squinting against the soft, shadowed light of the hotel room.

There, standing in the doorway, was Lucifer, eyes wide and mouth agape in astonishment. “You’re… beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and admiration.

Adam's heart sank.

Fuck!

He’s even shorter than fucking Lucifer?! The pint-sized King of Hell?! How did this fucking happen?!

———

The concept idea was what if Adam’s sinner punishment was to look like Lucifer.

The face of everything he thought as evil and through him excused his own horrid deeds. All that he took pride in and suffered through vanity is stripped away. Leaving a shorter, more ‘ delicate’, even feminine version of himself. He retains his wings but they barely hold the strength to lift himself. His halo becomes a snake, one he later names after constantly trying to chase off. (Though being separated, gives him migraines.). Adam keeps those hips though! Cause damn boy!

-this is mainly a repost of an older post from a older account of mine. This section is written by @rainforestakiie

@cakerybakery also took this concept and evolved it to something beyond all expectation! From the Dust Anew gives me life.

Hopefully, life would settle enough for me to make something good next time.

[inubaki]

Shut Down (After care)

Based on the lovely story @rainforestakiie so kindly made. The conception of Charlie. The dwelling of Lucifer’s madness directed by affection and regret.

[watertribe-enya]

Adamsapple Advent 2024 Day 10 - Comfortable

Lucifer: So you came down to live among the humans, huh Father? But why did you pick such a tiny form for that? Not that there's anything wrong with tiny...

Adam: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT MANGER!!!

There goes the silent night...

Let's see if they can NOT wake the baby (no they can't)

@adamsappleadvent

continued here

[inubaki]

Be Lonely With Me (Snow)

based off @rainforestakiie’s beloved story. Just them reminiscing and finding small comforts on their sides of the afterlife.

[inubaki]

Shopping (Tall Mates)

-just a minor backstory of Adam going through a dramatic experience leaving him utterly changed. (From alpha to omega) He suffers from denial, PTSD and his own self-hate, till be meets into a strange little homeless man. A tiny little omega that shows him a new sort of strength and a way of looking at the world. This is just a moment with them.

[inubaki]

Body Worship

You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

The star twinkled in reply, and Lucifer’s heart stirred—a quiet, strange rhythm that was new and unfamiliar. Time slipped away as he sat there, the golden orb held tenderly in his hands. When his legs began to weaken, trembling beneath him, he didn’t notice. He only had eyes for the star. Slowly, almost instinctively, he tilted his face forward, his long, dark lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. He pressed his lips to the orb in a soft, delicate kiss.

It shone brighter, pulsing in response to his touch, and Lucifer couldn’t help but grin.

"I’m Lucifer," he said softly, his voice a gentle hum. "The Morningstar Archangel."

The star flickered, its golden light shimmering as if in reply.

"I’m… an Omega, apparently," he added, a slight laugh escaping his lips. His gaze softened as he watched the orb sparkle. "The only Omega archangel. There are many Alpha archangels, though."

Lucifer sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as the weight of the words settled over him.

"Alphas are supposed to dominate Omegas," he murmured, his voice quieter now, tinged with melancholy. "It means I’m supposed to… submit. To them. And…"

He paused, his lips pressing into a thin line before he shook his head. "I don’t like that."

The star flickered softly, as if listening to him, its golden glow pulsing gently against his hands.

"I don’t want to submit. I don’t want to mate with an Alpha," he continued, his words spilling out like confessions to the tiny star. "I don’t want to create a new wave of angels. I don’t want to… surrender myself to someone who thinks they’re better than me. That’s what they think, you know. The Alphas. They think I’m beneath them. That I’m supposed to bow."

His fingers tightened slightly around the orb, though he was careful not to harm it.

"But I’m not," he said, his voice firmer now, though still soft. "I’m not beneath them. And I don’t want to be bound to this fate."

The star shone brighter, as though in agreement, and Lucifer laughed softly, a bittersweet sound.

"You understand, don’t you?" he whispered, his lips curving into a faint smile. "You’re new, just like me. You don’t want someone telling you what you’re meant to be, either."

The orb twinkled, its light dancing across Lucifer’s moonlit skin, and for a moment, he felt understood, comforted. He leaned closer to it, his wings curling protectively around him as he whispered his thoughts into the golden glow.

Lucifer cradled the golden orb in his stardust-streaked hands, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against its warm, delicate surface. He wasn’t sure if it truly understood him, if it could feel the ache that bled through every whispered word. Yet the way it sparkled, the way it twinkled as though it were smiling at him, made his chest tighten with a flicker of hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, it did.

Bringing it closer, Lucifer pressed another gentle kiss to the center of the orb, his lips lingering against its radiant warmth. A sigh escaped him, soft and yearning, as he rested his cheek against its golden glow.

"Can’t I be yours instead?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. He nuzzled his face into the star, his pale lashes fluttering shut. "Can’t you be mine? Can’t we be together instead?"

The orb shivered faintly in his hands, its light pulsing in soft, rhythmic waves. But no voice came, no answer, only the steady sparkle of its golden glow. Lucifer sighed again, his heart heavy.

"I wish it was that simple," he murmured, his breath warming the surface of the orb.

Before him stood someone—or something—unlike anything he’d ever seen. They didn’t look celestial, no feathers, no glow of heaven’s light. Yet they radiated a presence, soft but breathtakingly new. Their form was bare, unmarked by the hallmarks of an angel, but it was striking. Ethereal. Whole. The figure’s skin shimmered faintly under Eden’s light, a soft luminescence that captivated him.

Lucifer blinked, his lips parting as he whispered in disbelief, “Who… who are you?”

The anger in his chest faded, replaced by something far more profound—a deep tug, familiar yet achingly foreign. He inched forward instinctively, drawn closer by some invisible thread. The closer he got, the clearer the details became: the gentle curve of the figure’s face, the delicate glow of their skin, the way their golden eyes mirrored something that felt painfully, heartbreakingly like his Morningstar.

"Can't you talk?" Lucifer asked softly, tilting his head, his moonlit eyes wide with curiosity. His voice trembled as he reached out, his hands hesitant but unable to stop themselves. His fingers brushed against the figure’s cheek.

The figure gasped audibly, their golden eyes widening with alarm as they tried to pull away. But Lucifer held on, his grip gentle but firm. A strange sense of possession surged through him, anchoring him to this stranger.

"Oh…" Lucifer murmured, his voice breathless, reverent. "Your eyes."

His wings gave an involuntary flutter, and he leaned in, his voice softening into a whisper. "They're like my Morningstar…”

The stranger’s mouth opened, a sound escaping that was barely a word, and then they stumbled backward, tripping over their own feet. They tumbled to the ground in a flurry of limbs, and Lucifer blinked in surprise, his anger melting into something softer. Something he couldn’t name. He laughed—a true, unrestrained sound that bubbled up from deep within him, foreign and strange to his ears. It startled him, this laugh, but it felt… good. It felt like a reprieve.

The figure tried to scramble away, but Lucifer followed, crawling forward on his hands and knees as if tethered to them. His golden dust glimmered brighter the closer he got, trailing like starlight in his wake. The stranger backed against a tree, their knees pulled up defensively, but Lucifer didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His chest felt as if it might collapse from the need to be closer.

Based off @rainforestakiie’s new au Full Moon

I loves it!!!!

[inubaki]

A gift for @libby-for-life! Commission by @sir-tater-of-the-tot! Libby’s story Adam Dies

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The barrage of questions swirled around him like a chaotic storm, but Lucifer, the revered King of Hell, simply raised a hand with an air of practiced calm. Instantly, the crowd fell silent, their eager faces turning toward him in anticipation. After ruling the place for so long, he had mastered the art of handling the paparazzi with a deftness that would amaze anyone.

With a playful glint in his eye, he addressed them, "We are planning a trip to Sloth, as well as visiting a few other Rings of Hell. It's essential for me to show my new Consort the breathtaking beauty that our domain has to offer." 

He glanced affectionately at Adam, who stood beside him, clearly blushing and letting out a soft giggle in response. The warmth in his expression mirrored the joy in Lucifer's heart. The King was delighted to see Adam playing along so well. They really did look like a couple.

"And while Adam isn't expecting, who knows what the future may hold?" Lucifer shrugged as if he hadn't given it much thought. "Now run along! Enough questions." The demons were quick to scatter after they heard their King speak leaving Adam and Lucifer alone. Adam, still blushing, said,"That was a lot." 

"And you did so well little lamb..." Adam blushed harder as an announcer said over the intercom: Departing for Sloth. Please stay seated to avoid injury.

Finally. The Vacation had officially began.

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Happy Holidays!!