#adam fluff

The celestial light of your personal pavilion was soft and warm, a gentle gold that soothed rather than dazzled. You were perched on a plush, divine-grade chaise lounge, the very picture of Seraphic grace, listening intently to a young Cherub named Lumen. He was a diligent soul, in charge of celestial logistics—a job that was, as he was explaining, currently a nightmare.

"…and with the influx of new souls from the Pacific Theater of the Second World War, the processing queues are backed up into the seventh harmony district," Lumen explained, his three sets of wings fluttering with mild anxiety. "The choir masters are complaining that the ambient praise-music is off-key because of the congestion. We simply need your guidance on how to re-route the flow without causing a cascade of bureaucratic paradoxes."

You smiled, a nurturing, calming expression that had soothed a million angelic anxieties. "Oh, my dear Lumen, you worry too much. The queues have backed up before. We shall simply open the auxiliary processing gate near the Sapphire Spire. It hasn't been used since the Renaissance, but the mechanism is sound."

As Lumen unfurled the scroll across your lap, the first, distant chord of a power guitar being plugged in echoed through the pavilion. It was not a gentle sound. It was an electric snarl, ripping through the serene soundscape.

You didn't flinch. Lumen, however, jumped a foot in the air, his wings puffing out like a startled bird.

BWAAAAAANG!

It was the sound of an electric guitar being plugged in and immediately subjected to violent, un-tuned strumming. It was a sound that screamed, 'Look at me!'

Your smile merely tightened at the edges. Lumen, however, looked genuinely startled.

From the arched entrance to the pavilion, a figure slouched against the frame, bathed in his own self-generated, faintly aggressive golden glow. Adam, your Adam, was wearing his favorite white and gold robe, but it was slightly untied, hanging slightly from one shoulder to reveal part of his chest. His halo was tilted at a deliberately careless angle. He wasn't looking at you; he was staring with intense, fake concentration at the neck of his ornate, gold-plated guitar.

Screee… waa-waa-waaa… BWA-BWAAAAA!

He played a series of notes that had no business being in the same celestial sphere together. Lumen winced.

"Adam, my love," you said, your voice even. "I am in a meeting. Can it wait?"

"Heh? Oh, yeah, no, totally," he said, still not looking up, his voice a study in false nonchalance. "Don't mind me. Just workin' on some new material. Gotta keep the setlist fresh for the next big gig, y'know? The masses demand it." He strummed another power chord that made the crystal decanters on a nearby table vibrate.

You turned back to Lumen, whose face was a mask of polite terror. "As I was saying, the Sapphire Spire gate. The activation sequence is a simple hymn in A-minor. I can have the score sent to you."

"O-oh, thank you, Your Grace," Lumen stammered, trying to ignore the fact that Adam was now slowly, loudly, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, his legs splayed out, still making noise with his instrument.

Dum… da-dum-dum… screee…

"It's just," Adam announced to no one in particular, "so fucking booooring when people talk about, like, paperwork and shit. In Heaven. Like, we're eternal, dude. We got all the time in the cosmos, and you're wasting it talking about queue management." He let the guitar drop with a clatter that was surely going to leave a scratch.

You'd sure have to hear him whine about it later, even if he had been the one to scratch it in the first place.

Lumen stared, terrified. You continued to look at the scroll.

"The progression here is quite complex, Lumen," you said, your voice effortlessly cutting through the noise. "See how many souls have been brought to heaven just today? It mirrors the birth of a nebula. It's supposed to be turbulent."

Adam's riff became louder, more aggressive. He started stomping his boot in a clumsy 4/4 time. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.

"Uh… y-yes, Seraphim," Lumen stammered, trying to focus. "The turbulence… is it… divinely planned?"

You were about to answer when:

"Hey, babe. Babe. Seraph-babe."

You took a slow, deep breath, the stars in your eyes twinkling with a mixture of profound affection and profound exasperation. "Yes, Adam?"

"What's for dinner? I'm starving. I was thinking, like, a whole roasted nebula. Or maybe one of those planets from that new system. The one with the rings. I bet the rings are crunchy."

Lumen looked like he was about to faint. "P-planets aren't! that's- that's not… culinary…"

"I'm talking," Adam said, his voice dropping to a low, petulant growl, his golden eyes finally locking onto the Cherub, "to my wife. So, like, maybe fuck off with your… your little wing-boy problems."

"Adam," you said, a note of warning in your tone.

"What? What did I do? I'm just hungry. A man needs sustenance. I'm the First Man! I have, like, metabolic needs! You don't want the progenitor of all mankind to waste away, do you?" He flopped onto his back on the floor, his wings splayed out underneath him. "I'm fading away over here. My divine light is, like, dimming. It's a tragedy."

He began to drum his fingers on his stomach, a loud, rhythmic thump-thump-thump against the fabric of his robe. Then he started humming. Loudly. Off-key. It was a tuneless, grating drone designed to be impossible to ignore.

Lumen was now visibly trembling, clutching his ledger to his chest like a shield. "Your Grace, p-perhaps I should… return at a more… opportune time…"

SCREEEEEEEECH. Adam dragged the pick down the guitar's neck, creating a feedback whine that made the singing lilies wilt. He finally spoke, his voice a loud, performative drawl aimed at no one in particular.

"Ugh. This place is so fucking dead today. Boring. Needs some… energy." He started thrashing his head, playing a series of power chords that had no melody, only volume. "Yeah! Rock and fucking roll!"

"Lumen, do not worry too much, this slight dissonance in the usual routine of things is not harmful-"

"OH, COME ON!" Adam yelled, abruptly stopping his "music." He let the guitar fall back onto his chest just to cover his eyes with his arm. "Are you still on that? he's just a squeaky-voiced little nerd whining in a key! Who gives a singular fucking shit about the path of whatever?"

Lumen looked like he wanted to discorporate on the spot.

You watched him for a long moment. You watched the way he peeked at you from under his arm, checking to see if his performance was having the desired effect. You saw the genuine, childish need warring with the performative brattiness. This wasn't just about hunger or boredom. This was about a soul, ancient and foundational, feeling insecure because your attention, for a mere fifteen minutes, was elsewhere.

The mother in you, the wife in you, the being who had brought him into this eternal life, softened. The logistical problem of soul-queues suddenly seemed infinitely less important than the problem of your pouting, divinely-appointed husband melting down on your marble floor.

"Adam, my love," you said, your voice still serene but with a hint of steel underneath. "We are having a discussion."

"Yeah, I can see that. A real thrilling one." He sauntered over, coming to stand directly between you and the cowering Cherub. He loomed over Lumen, his golden glasses reflecting the Cherub's terrified face. "What's the problem, pipsqueak? Your halo too tight? Need the big lady to loosen it for you?"

"L-Lord Adam! I… I was just—"

You held up a single, graceful hand to Lumen, silencing his stuttered apologies. You then turned your full, luminous gaze onto the sprawling, whining archangel at your feet.

"Adam," you said, your voice dropping into a register meant only for him, low and resonant with affection.

He went perfectly still.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice suddenly small, all the fake bravado gone, replaced by a hopeful, wary curiosity.

You sighed, a sound like a gentle solar wind. "Lumen, my dear, thank you for bringing this to my attention. The matter is settled. Use the Sapphire Spire gate. You are dismissed."

Lumen didn't need to be told twice. He bowed so deeply his forehead nearly touched his knees, then practically fled the pavilion in a flutter of feathers and relief.

Silence descended, thick and heavy. Adam remained on his back, but he was watching you now, his golden eyes wide, his lower lip caught slightly between his teeth.

You slowly rose from your chaise, your form towering over him, your own magnificent wings unfolding slightly to cast a soft shadow across his body. You walked over and stood above him, looking down at the First Man, your husband, the bratty crybaby currently having a meltdown on your floor. He turned his face to the right to hide from your gaze.

You shifted slightly, the fabric of your robes whispering. "Adam."

He grunted, not looking at you.

"Look at me."

It took him a dramatic second, but he turned his head, meeting your gaze once again.

"You disrupted my council," you stated, your voice even.

"…You were ignoring me," he mumbled, a petulant child caught in the act.

"You were acting like a brat."

A faint, proud smirk touched his lips. "So? Maybe I am a brat. Your brat. You made me this way, spoiling me and shit."

He sniffed, turning his body fully around to be able to sit on the floor before you, looking up.

"…They always hog you all up," he whined, his voice taking on a petty and abrasive edge. "I hate it. I'm your archangel. I'm the First Man, for fuck's sake."

"You," you said, your lips curving into a sweet smile. "are a total menace, my dear."

A slow, triumphant smirk spread across his face. "Yeah. But I'm your menace."

"You interrupted a very important meeting with your… cacophony."

"Important? Sounded boring as fuck," he grumbled, but he was preening under your attention, his chest puffing out.

"And you were incredibly rude."

"…Maybe." His smirk turned into a full-blown, shit-eating grin. "But you love it."

You knelt, the fabric of your gown pooling around you like liquid starlight. You reached out and cupped his jaw, your thumb stroking the stubble on his chin. He leaned into the touch instantly, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, a low, contented hum escaping his throat—a sound completely at odds with his previous noise.

"I do," you murmured, your voice a whisper that filled the entire pavilion. "But that doesn't mean you get away with it unscathed."

His eyes snapped open, gleaming with excitement. This was the game. This was what he wanted.

"Oh yeah?" he challenged, the brat returning in full force, though it was weaker now, more playful. "What're you gonna do about it, babe? Gonna smite me?"

You leaned down, until your faces were inches apart, your divine light enveloping him. "No, my dear, spoiled rotten, First Man," you cooed, your breath ghosting across his lips. "I'm going to listen to you whine and complain about your every little desire until you run out of breath. And then, I am going to make you some food. And you are going to sit in the kitchen and tell me all about your 'new material'."

The fight, the jealousy, the petulance—it all drained out of him at your words. This was his victory. This was his worship. Not the groveling of demons, but the indulgent, focused attention of his goddess. He wasn't just getting what he wanted; he was being given what he needed.

A sly smile replaced the smirk. "Yeah?" he whispered back in a conspirational tone, all traces of the brat gone, replaced by just the first mortal mal who just needed to be the center of your eternal and divine universe. "Okay. Deal."

Lucifer

lucifer is a little confused and intimidated about your style at first, he definitely asks a lot of questions

VERY supportive once u explain it, hes very much the "okay dear" type

honestly i think he would find it super attractive, the way u express yourself is just so admirable to him

i feel like lucifer is very fidgety and is always losing focus, and one tjing that i do is that im ALWAYS fidgeting with thr chains and accessories on my outfits so like imagine him just standing super close to you and gently rearranging your chains and necklaces for you...

he would let you teach him how to do makeup and eyeliner and would definitely let you practice styles on him!

lucifer would also help you get ready too, always willing to offer some positive feedback or help with makeup and hair

i also think lucifer adores it when you give him music recommendations, and would get super into a lot of the bands that you like

i personally hc him as a siouxsie and the banshees fan bc i just feel like the elegant vibes fit him very well, but i also think he'd like strawberry switchblade too and just goth stuff like that

overall very supportive and super sweet and silly when it comes to your fashion

Velvette

gosh she needs more love

you both are fashion ICONS okay like even before you both become official she is blown away by your style and authenticity

she def designs special fashion items just for you, she makes a whole line of clothes based off of u and ur aesthetic

velvette LOVES matching with you and loves incorporating both of your individual styles into your matching outfits, whether youre more mallgoth or romantic goth or trad goth or anything in between, she is totally inspired by you and your fits and will always want to inspire you in return

def buys you things she seed and thinks you'd like or look good in, regardless of price. her gifts range from thrifted maxi dresses abd fishnets to priceless jewelry and makeup LIKEEEEE omg

velvette LOVES when u wear something she bought for u or designed for u as well

yall are always late for social events bc u HAVE to be the best dressed couple there i swear

also if u wear chunky boots or platforms and ur taller than her???? expect her to pull you down for kisses bc URGH seeing you sm taller than her does something to her

guys i have a type help

Adam

adam thinks your hot af if you're goth

hes the type to make big tiddy goth gf jokes im sorry💀

in all seriousness tho he would LOVE a goth s/o

adam def likes alternative/rock music and he would think it's awesome if you introduced him to some goth bands

he would LOVE the scary bitches, death grips, and also sisters of mercy too

i def think goth people would be much more rare in heaven than in hell, and he would get SO defensive on your behalf if anyone said anything about you or your fashion

honestly hes your number one fan and LOVES giving his input on your fits

honestly your closet doubles when you date him, adam loves seeing you wear his rings and punk jewelry and i def think he has a lot of old band shirts and stuff for his band, so he would love seeing you wear his oversized shirts

if u have piercings WOOWHEE bc adam asks SO MANY QUESTIONS

he thinks theyre so hot ngl, and i def think he has a few piercings and will buy u both matching jewelry

adam would learn to play songs you like on the guitar for you as well

i dont think hed be super keen on letting you put makeup on him but he'd fold after a little persuasion

i honestly think he'd like eyeliner and how he looks wearing it but doesn't want to admit it bc he doesn't want to seem too feminine (but u know ofc)

Alastor

before even meeting you he was fascinated by your style and boldness

alastor loves people who are unique, and someone who chooses to stand out so much definitely catches his eye

he'd find you very aesthetically appealing and would often find himself wanting to be around you more and learn more about you, your style, and goth culture in general

over this time period is probably when he started to develop feelings for you

alastor would def like the romantic/vampire goth look, that whole genre in general is just very elegant and classy while also nonconformist, which definitely speaks to him

when it comes to music alastor would probably be a little skeptical at first, especially when it comes to new technology, however if you (like me) have a record player and vinyl, i def think he would like listening to some of your fav goth bands on that

i dont really know why but i gen think he'd be a fan of the cure, sure its pretty basic but the vibe of some of the songs can be upbeat and kinda jazzy, and they just have that "old timey" vibe i think alastor would appreciate

alastor is fascinated with the process in which you get ready, and enjoys just sitting and watching in peaceful silence as uou do your makeup and pick out your outfit

if you (like most goths) are into creepy and unusual decor, he would LOVE to help you decorate your room

alastor has the strangest taste in interior design and loves sharing his unhinged ideas with you

overall alastor loves people with a lot of individuality and would definitely find a goth partner appealing because of that !!

When he first sees you, he immediately was struck by an unfamiliar feeling. Who the hell is this chick?

He has never felt this way about Lilith, or even Eve, so what was different about you? He had to find out. And usually when he sees a pretty face on a woman, he thinks of vile, guttural thoughts. But with you, all he thought about was the way you looked so graceful, and how you carried yourself, and your beautiful eyes, and your glistening skin, and your-

Lute had violently interrupted him from his daydreaming, by basically yelling at him for the whole promenade to hear.

He had Lute immididietley do some detective digging on you. He at first was going to go up to you to ask for your digits, but he felt... nervous?

After lute reported back about her findings, she had told him all about you. He didn't know it, but he was truly in love. He just could not stop thinking about you, and how to get you.

He told Lute about these feelings, and when she explained, 'Sir, it seems you are in love', he flat out refuses it. He tries to convince himself you are just some hot broad, that he just happened to run into.

If he were in a meeting with Sera, he would have you running laps in his mind. Planning the next extermination? Goddamnit, get out of my head you stupid bitch!

He comes to the conclusion that to stop thinking about you, he needs to talk to you. So he sad Lute figure out your number and address, and thats when he tries to get with you.

This man will literally rehearse his first meeting with you in the mirror, as if he is a teenage boy going on his first date. But he isn't, and this is definitely not his first date, or at least, this is his first real time trying to impress a woman. Because usually, he does not need to act fly to get any girl he wants.

After you find out he is THE Adam, you flat out say no, because you dont want that kind of attention. So you start to ignore him. But that just motivates him to keep contacting you.

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:31

Hey babes, wyd? you down for dinner tonight? Just you and me.

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:33

Or maybe we can watch a movie and chill?

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:47

C'mon babe, how can you refuse me? Ill meet you there in 30 ;)

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:50

Hey, respond?

XXX-XXX-XXXX 7:10

Hey sugar, lets do something tmrw isntead since your clearly busy 😘

He will send you huge bouquets of flowers, along with a handmade book he made, filled with "anonymous love letters" which you can clearly tell are from him due to his messy handwriting.

He will then eventually "accidentally" bump into you. Every time he does, you are basically forced to talk to him and listen to his tangents, on how going out with him is the best choice you will ever make.

And honestly, he just does not stop bothering you. Even if you were to straight up tell him to leave you the fuck alone, he wont.

"Hey y/n whats up? Whacha doing tonight...? Maybe it can include me. im free yknow, if you ever wanna hang. Im great at choosing places or if you want you can choose-"

He is truly in love with you. He wants you to eventually be his future wife in his mind, making you the third. And in his mind, you already are.

If you just keep telling him off for months, hell, maybe even years, he will never get over you and your beauty.

“Hey, sugar tits, I’m back,” you could hear his bag drop as he made his way to the bedroom, rambling about Sera and his recent band rehearsal. “And then Alec decides to quit! I mean, you know it’ll last a day, but still!”

He huffed as he opened the door, “What’s up with you? Normally you’re-”

He paused, tilted his head as if it would help make sense of the bundle of blankets in front of him. “Uh, babe? You… in there?”

You could only manage a small “Yeah.”

You could hear him hesitate before sitting on the edge of the bed. He was silent for a bit, tapping a rhythm on his thigh as he thought. He was never really good at comforting people. He never really cared to.

Then there was you.

You, who he tried to show his care with more than half hearted gifts and words. You, who he let see his maskless face every day. You, who he would do anything to see smile.

“You wanna talk about it?” The words felt odd on his tongue. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting in place when you didn’t respond.

He leaned back a bit, looking for your head that poked out of the heap of fabrics. A hand ran through your hair, nails lightly scratching your scalp. When you leaned into him, he let himself relax.

“Bad day?”

Another half hearted hum.

He hesitated a bit longer, then shifted closer to pull you a bit out of the pile and into his lap. He silently rubbed a hand along your back, the other still playing with your hair. “I’ve got you, baby,” he mumbled with a kiss to your head.

You muttered a soft “Thank you.”

He was a bit surprised when you asked him for help. Sure, you two were friends, but he figured you would have a few better options than him. Not that he was complaining. Walking in to see you in a baggy shirt and barely visible shorts? Hell yeah, sign him the fuck up.

Now, he might have lied when he said he dyed hair all the time. He helped Lute that one time when her ‘best friend’ left her for some jackass to dye her hair silver, but that was about it. But if he could spend more time with you? He’d learn real fucking quick.

“Thanks again, Adam,” you sighed, “Angel is out for drinks with his boyfriend and I need this done before photos this Saturday.” You moved to let him in, closing the door behind him. “I have everything set up, I just need you to make sure it’s even.”

“Sounds good, sugar tits,” he grinned, ecstatic he wouldn’t have to pretend to know what he was doing, “Lead the way.”

You weren’t overthinking it, right? Those soft brushes against your skin. Tucking your hair behind your ear. Those unnecessary tugs.

But then he had the calmest expression you had seen in ages. Like he was barely paying attention. And maybe he wasn’t. You wouldn’t be able to tell unless you leaned back a bit more. But, with how confused you were, your back was straight stiff.

So you couldn’t feel how hard he was from those little sounds you made when he tugged. How he shifted when you made those content hums. How he melted when he saw you wearing a shirt big enough to swallow you whole.

God, what he wouldn’t give you see you in his shirt. Laid on his bed, in his sheets, in his home. His name splayed on your back as his hand ran up your-

“How’s the back looking?”

He froze, “Huh?”

You turned a bit to glance at him, “How’s the back? Is it even?”

“Oh,” he glanced at your hair. He forgot that he was even working on it. “Yeah. Yeah, no, it- it’s good.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, lingering a bit to just… take him in, “Thanks.”

He stared at you, “Sure.”

There was a moment of frozen eye contact. You were certain he was slightly flushed. Right? It couldn't just be the lighting. Probably.

If he got any dye on your neck, who’s to say? And if he offered a wipe it off? Well, you wouldn’t say no.

His grip was gentle, but firm, like he had been the whole night. He tilted your head as he wiped off the excess dye. And maybe he ran a thumb along it to ‘double check’. And maybe his breath grazed your ear. And maybe when you shivered, you grazed his thigh. And maybe you felt just how much he was enjoying this, too.

And, just maybe, you would turn around and show him just how grateful you were for his help.