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

Chapter 2

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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.

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Despite his lingering wariness of Lucifer, Adam found himself drawn to the injured creature nestled within the shadowy crevices of the cave cliff. Adam had witnessed the creature’s resilience and the strange bond that had formed between them, compelling him to continue visiting as much as he found himself questioning his instincts. Each encounter deepened his curiosity about Lucifer, a being both captivating and enigmatic. 

Whenever Lucifer turned his piercing gaze upon Adam and requested something— to drink his blood—Adam felt a flicker of skepticism rise within him. “It helps heal me faster,” Lucifer would insist, his voice a soothing whisper that seemed to echo softly in the cavernous space around them. While Adam couldn't entirely shake the unease that bubbled in his gut, he had observed the tangible results over time. Each time he complied with Lucifer’s requests to drink his blood, he witnessed the creature’s wounds closing a little more, colors returning to the pallid skin.

As Adam relented, offering what he could, he found himself softened by the gratitude that radiated from Lucifer. The creature’s smile, though it bore the marks of pain, was genuine and warm, illuminating the dark enclosure and, against all odds, making Adam smile in return. It was a shared moment of understanding that tethered their fates, unraveling the tension that filled the space between them. The cave, once a mere shelter for Lucifer, was transformed into a sanctuary of unexpected camaraderie, where Adam slowly began to accept the strange connection they shared.

One day, he couldn't help but ask a burning question. "What are you exactly?" Lucifer turned his head, wiping the blood from his lips. "I'm a Kraken. We...are about the same age. I actually might be younger than you." Adam blinked. "You're younger than ten?" Lucifer nodded slowly. "Yes. I believe I'm nine." Adam smiled mischievously. "I'm older!" Lucifer gave him a mock glare. "Don't let that go to your head."

"Too late! I'm the boss!"

"Ugh."

XxX

Adam noticed pretty early on that Lucifer liked to bite him. Sometimes they were okay and he at first started just biting his fingers. Then, it escalated to biting his arm and shoulders. Legs. Anytime Adam did something to excite him, he bit Adam. They kind of hurt but Lucifer had seemed happy so Adam had let it slide. 

Until one day Lucifer bit a little too hard and Adam pulled away. The look on his face made Adam's heart clench. Tears formed in his eyes as the devastated look kept getting worse. 

“Luci?”

“Why? Why?” Lucifer didn't seem able to communicate properly while he was so upset. Adam held him as the Kraken sobbed and the human had no idea how to help him. Finally, out of desperation, he bit Lucifer's hand. The Kraken looked at him in surprise. He kept biting, hoping he wasn't messing things up further.

When he bit Lucifer's arm, the Kraken blushed a bright gold. The beast didn't say anything for a minute. To the point that Adam thought he went too far. That is until Lucifer suddenly launched at him, pinning him to the floor. His face was nipped at and Adam laughed as Luci was back to his old self.

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To offer you blood is to open a bond. To allow a bite is to initiate courting. Biting among Kraken are signs of affection. And, maybe, Lucifer is desperate to leave permanent bite on Adam. But for Adam to reject the biting is for Adam to reject his courtship. But Lucifer is young, he shouldn’t be able to leave a permanent mark…

Kid Adam and Lucifer are just cute to me.

Pervs:

Next:

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.

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“What... what happens now?” Adam’s voice was weak, his question laced with desperation and fear.

As if in response, the bouquet of black roses that Adam had dropped earlier—fallen, forgotten—suddenly lifted from the cold stone floor. The petals, once scattered, gathered again, the roses reassembling themselves into a perfect bouquet. They hovered in the air beside him, waiting, almost expectantly.

Lucifer’s eyes never left Adam’s as he directed Adam’s trembling hands to take the bouquet, his fingers lingering, brushing against Adam’s skin in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. His other hand came up to caress Adam’s cheek, his thumb stroking the tear-streaked skin as if offering comfort, but his smile betrayed something far darker.

“You will marry me,” Lucifer whispered, his voice like a lover’s promise, but twisted with something sinister. His wings curled around them both, creating a suffocating cocoon.

“You were mine from the very beginning, Adam.” His words dripped with an ancient, terrible truth. “The first man. My soulmate. You were always destined for me.”

Adam’s heart pounded in his chest, but his body felt numb. His mind screamed for him to run, but his legs were frozen, his will erode by exhaustion and fear. The weight of Lucifer’s words crushed him, his fate sealed from the very beginning of time.

The flames from Basil’s tail flickered brighter, casting long shadows over Lucifer’s face as his grin widened, sharp and terrifying. The bouquet of black roses pulsed in Adam’s hand, cold as death itself, but so beautiful it hurt to hold them.

“You belong to me, Adam,” Lucifer whispered, leaning closer until their foreheads touched.

“You always have and this time…nothing will take you away ever again.”

-The Imp by @rainforestakiie part 5

Adamsapple Advent 2024 Day 13 - Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

HARK how all the Welkin rings

"Glory to the King of Kings,

"Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild,

"GOD and Sinners reconcil'd!

continuation from this

To no one's surprise they made the baby cry with their bickering, so they better come up with some soothing carols fast.

I used the older version of the text, mostly because I think Adam's reaction to the last verse would be hilarious (it's not part of the modern text anymore)

Adam's Likeness, LORD, efface,

Stamp thy Image in its Place,

Second Adam from above,

Reinstate us in thy Love.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE 🎄🎀☃️🧑‍🎄

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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Lucifer came to reunite. To clear airs by any means and bare his neck to the omega he’s pinned for. Even through Eden, the Wastelands of his trapped human life. This had been the moment Lucifer prayed to make right. To save all that is left of himself for Adam. But the mother of demons wants none of it. Even if the next heir outside his incomplete bond bares kills him.

Pretty birds and pretty words.

Pervs:

Based off Adam to Ada by @taradiddled

”Anything ye wish to confess, old sinner?”

“—-how dare? Thy tainted hands and venomous mouth to blight upon my Chasity… submit to your betters… little star…”