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shannara810 · 2 months

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When he stabbed himself to defeat Khronos, Luke didn't have a plan for the... after. The general idea was to give life another try and earn the Isle of Bless.

He knew he had made a mess of everything. Meaning well didn't mean shit against all the demigods' lives that had been lost in his crazy desire for vengeance; however no one could say he was the kind of man who gave up easily.

Still when his soul had detached itself from his old body, this surely wasn't what he had dreamed of.

A family.

A big, loud, messy family.

A big, loud, messy family of supernatural beings who liked to never leave him alone, mind his business and who strangely had his well-being at heart.

(Once Father tried to smite an old lady who had called him spoiled. Dad had not been too happy with Father delivering his Divine Justice, but did nothing to stop him 🤣 Nasty old bitch!)

If he had to tell the truth and as an ex son of Hermes he might have a tiny problem with telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, the little change of religion had been pretty unexpected as was his new nature. However Luke couldn't say that things had gone wrong for him: it looked like Tyche had took quite a shine to him this time. (And the whole upgrade to a Primordial deity? Not bad, but what the fuck?!)

Said so, some of the things that had made him Luke Castellan during his last life were still there: his skill with the sword, for example. As soon as he had been able to hold one, Father had given him an angelic weapon which he had named Thorn.

Training with Michael as he grew up was one of his favorite memories. Like watching baseball with Dad.

However with a whole new and immortal life at his disposal now, Luke had taken on new hobbies.

Ah, new hobbies! Or, as Percy liked to call them, his angelic quirks: like Uncle Gabe was obsessed with sweets, Raphi liked to change the sex of their Vessel according to their daily mood. And Luke was sure that Castiel, the angel-who-was-not-to-be-named, had an unhealthy interest for bees. Therefore it wasn’t his fault that in his past life he never had the chance to collect things and now he liked... needed to have little mementos of everything!

And that's why on the biggest wall of his new home now stood the biggest collection of photos he could put together. (Wow, he really sounded like one of those crazy moms he had met at the Scout Convention the boys had blown up 🤔 Dad would be proud!)

LUKE'S WALL OF HAPPY MEMORIES ❤️

The parents ❤️ (Yep, he kinda looked like them or they kinda looked like him: still wasn't sure about this genetic mess 🤔)

The sexy hubby 😋

Honey Bunny aka the Firstborn aka "We Lucifers have to stick together 🤗"

Little Fin aka "My baby boy" aka "He'll be arrested before he turns ten and we're proud of him 😁"

(@darkcrowprincess Not sure what I wrote, but I did try 😅)

#percy jackson #luke milligan #adam milligan #midam #spn au #archangel michael #midam spn #percy jackson and the olympians #percy pjo #logan lerman #charles bushnell #walker scobell #lukercy #perluke #luke is the new darkness #crossover

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mansplainmanipulatemalewife · 2 years

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Adam wielding Michael's archangel blade. You agree. Reblog.

#midam #adam milligan #spn #this is something i desperately need to see for... reasons...#both dark!Adam and regular Adam either one works just give them the pretty knife

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undercovermilflover · 8 months

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watching supernatural (2005) is so hard cos its like talking to an elderly relative whos all remember assbut you guys used to love assbutt

#supernatural #i am enjoying s15 so much tho. despite everything #love the destiel divorce #eileen #the dark episodes #midam #having so much fun

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michaelectras · 1 year

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in my head midam have three kids and none of them look like adam

#when theyre expecting baby one michaels like ‘oh itll probably look like you i dont really have any genes to pass on’#‘the current form im taking isnt reflective of what i actually look like and i just have this face because-#-kevin says itll be weird if i go out looking like you all the time. so no genes are being contributed rlly’#then the babys born and it has black hair and dark eyes and very much looks like michael and adams like. hm. cool!#then it happens again and by the time baby 3 is born adam has several folders worth of punnett squares and research into angel genetics #he has a breakdown over whether his genes r just recessive or if theyre being actively selected against #(baby 2 looks a bit like him tho)#theyre all girls btw 💖 girldad adam #i have so. so many thoughts abt midam kids #and still no names 😔#midam #spn michael #adam milligan

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shipping-all-ships · 2 years

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Headcanon that Michael is really into dark humor (as a way to cope without realizing its coping), especially those pertaining to preachers. Adam, also into dark humor, has plenty of jokes to share while in the cage. Michael giggles every time and says “stoooop, that’s horrible!” and its just too cute for Adam.

The first time Adam cracked a joke like that out of the cage, everyone was shocked to hear Michael call Adam terrible for it while wheezing with laughter.

#spn #supernatural #midam #adamichael #adam milligan #michael #first time ever sam and dean thought michael was going to smite adam but nope. just laughs so hard he snorts #listen angels love dark humor and archangels are no exception #if he were to tell them to any other angel they would die laughing too #jack doesnt get them but that's okay! he's too baby to understand anyway #i also know lots of horrible preacher jokes and everyone but my sister appreciates them lol

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adammilligan · 2 years

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post-cage but pre-15x19 midam is just about them trying to ignore the fact that the universe could implode on them at any moment and adam showing michael around what he knows of earth anyway. little things like sparklers and chili fries and what putting mentos in coke does. and every time adam makes the joke like don't take what i'm saying TOO seriously! haven't been on earth in a while after all and i might be getting it wrong. and michael is looking at him the entire time and thinking, i am going to remember everything about this. every little thing, no matter how right or wrong it is. i am going to ignore the winchesters' prayers and the call to fight to watch you laugh over not being able to figure out how to work a modern phone. and they live as best they can, before the inevitable hits them.

#the moment sam and dean failed to trap chuck with the spell michael gave them. i think michael knew #and i think adam knew in turn because he tells him everything #so it becomes them trying to enjoy their last moment together. and the last moment after that. and the last moment after that #taking their time with the world and rushing it at the same time #like here's what i want to show you!!! this and this and this and this!!! before everything ends!!!#they're happy being together but there is a sense of desperation hanging around them both. they knew what was going to happen #the problem is that no amount of bracing can prepare you for the moment when the one you love the most is ripped away from you #and you're left cold and dark. a hollow weapon forgotten in the church bearing its name #until someone comes to pick it up and put it to use again #but he wasn't a weapon with adam. not with him.#anyway!#kate rambles #adam milligan #michael #midam

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baiboop · 2 years

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went to prom today, half way through i looked my partner in the face and said

“is this reallyyyyy adams heaven💀”

rip adam you would’ve loved my senior prom😩🙏

#adam is silly #adams heaven IS HIS PROM LMAOOOOO #midam #we requested slow dancing in the dark and slow danced to it hehe #my teacher joined our slow dance after i took my head of their chest #it’s okay i like my teacher but #we were kinda having a moment sooooo #picturing adams prom #poor guys heaven is making out with a girl #damn bro #you’re life must be….#ily anyway #i love adam milligan

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spnfanficpond · 27 days

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New Member Spotlight - March 2024

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@samanddean76 -

Other SM names? - Same name on AO3 and Discord

OTP? - Wincest and/or J2.

Looking for in the Pond? - To be around other open-minded and creative people so that I can see how far I can be inspired to go with this writing thing.

Pairings you read? - All of it. I love Wincest, Wincestiel, Sabriel, Destiel, Jammy, and J2.

Genres you read? - Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Smut, True Mates, Soul Mates, Unrequited Love, and A/B/O is my favorite way to combine all of the above.

Favorite writer(s)? - nyxocity. She started on LiveJournal with the first episodes to air and transfered a lot to Ao3. Her work in both SPN and SPN RPF is some of the best I've ever read.

What do you like to write? - A/B/O, AU's, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, True Mates, Soul Mates, Revenge, and All The Feels

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Joyous Memories Amongst The Sorrow

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - A full on, hard-core revenge story where nothing is softened, the focus doesn't shift away, and there is no doubt as to what was done. Haven't tried it yet as I'm not sure I'm ready to embrace the darkness required to write it. Also, I don't want to scare off my readers. How you can help? Encourage me to finally tackle that next seemingly impossible challenge.

@kayleighwinchester -

Other SM names? - KayleighWinchester (AO3)

OTP? - Awful as it sounds, Dean and my OC! Beyond that, absolutely Destiel.

Other fandoms? - I'm pretty active in the band Ghost's TikTok fandom! I used to be *huge* into Harry Potter, but that's definitely faded in the last few years. As it stands, Supernatural has definitely become the main obsession.

Looking for in the Pond? - I'm mostly here for the community! My fanfic writing has mostly been just for me and shared with a few close friends in the last few years - publishing it anywhere, especially in the really rough state it's in at present, is super daunting! I'm always looking for more people to bounce ideas off of, chat with, and generally obsess over the show with, as well as finding new stuff to read!

Pairings you read? - I'm especially fond of reader inserts, and they were my first big step into fanfic! When it comes to ships, I tend to stick specifically to Destiel, since it's my OTP, but I'm always willing to branch out!

Genres you read? - I love angst! Writing was, for a long time, my free version of therapy, so reading and writing angst was always a huge thing for me. I also love smut and fluff. ...Essentially, everything. Depends on the mood!

Favorite writer(s)? - I always have to boost TinkerbellBleu on Ao3, even though she isn't active anymore. She wrote an amazing DeanxOC fic, essentially turning episodes 1, 2, and part of 3 into full-length novels. I adore her writing and hope she comes back soon!

What do you like to write? - Most are CharacterxOC, and I have absolutely no self-control, so they are almost always ridiculously long. As it stands, I've been incapable of not just writing a fic that is supposed to span the entire show, because there's just *so many* good moments, good scenes, good storylines, etc. There's never one specific 'theme'; I write everything! I do enjoy writing angst, though.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Smut! I've made an *attempt*, but never one that I actually kept. Generally, it comes down to a lack of confidence; I'd love some critiques if I ever get around to it!

@whiskeyjuniper -

Other SM names? - Whiskeyjuniper (AO3)

OTP? - DeanCas, Midam, crackship DeanChuck

Looking for in the Pond? - Sprint buddies!

Pairings you read? - DeanCas, Midam, crackship DeanChuck

Genres you read? - Horror

What do you like to write? - Horror, Weird

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - a happy place to dream about

@bloodydeanwinchester -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord, alovelyhorror (AO3)

OTP? - Destiel

Looking for in the Pond? - Looking for a place to talk to other writers and participate in sprints.

Pairings you read? - Almost exclusively Destiel

Genres you read? - Angst with a happy ending is my favorite but I also love some good horror. my favorite trope is probably time travel.

Favorite writer(s)? - sobsicles and komodobits on ao3

What do you like to write? - mostly into writing longer destiel canon/canon divergent fics (although i do have an idea or two for aus)

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - When the Night Is Over

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - The thing I'm most focused on wanting to do now is to finish the longer fic that I’m currently working on. I'm struggling with keeping up motivation now that I'm right in the middle of the fic!

@notanotherthembo -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord

OTP? - Dean/Cassie

Other fandoms? - TWD, TOWL

Looking for in the Pond? - Beta readers, homies, amazing writers to talk shop with

Pairings you read? - Sam/Femme!Reader, DeanCassie, Sam/Dean/Femme!Reader, Wincest

Genres you read? - Smut, Rivals or Enemies to Lovers,

Favorite writer(s)? - @uncouth-the-fifth is the GOAT

What do you like to write? - Crossovers, specifically ones that feature Black femme characters as the romantic lead

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Clap Your Hands If You Believe

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Reader inserts! I'm working on one right now that I need a beta reader for. I'm also considering finishing up/rewriting an old Spn/True Blood crossover series that I haven't touched in years.

@bigmouthlass -

Other SM names? - darali_starscream (AO3) & Darali (Discord)

OTP? - I write Dean/You, and Dean/Donna should've lived happily ever after.

Looking for in the Pond? - Get a better handle on fandom stuff, meet some other like-minded obsessives.

Pairings you read? - Dean/anyone. He fascinates me.

Genres you read? - Smut to start, anything interesting and well-written.

Favorite writer(s)? - @thoughtslikeaminefield, @sam-is-my-safe-word , @talltalesandbedtimestories, Edge_of_Clairvoyance (AO3), and @rizlowwritessortof

What do you like to write? - They start as smut, and insist on growing plots.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Stairwell Drums

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I'm trying to get comfortable writing Sam; he's harder for me to feel at ease with. Also slash generally, it doesn't come naturally to me.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester and @heavenssexiestangel!

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avalonsilver · 10 months

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Here's a "pick your poison" poll but for Midam this time. These are the options that came to mind. Sorry there are two hurt!Adam choices. I kind of like Adam whump (with a happy ending though)-- especially when Michael is his savior.

Thank you for voting. 💙

#midam poll #midam #adam x michael #adam milligan #archangel michael #spn poll #I did a similar poll for another ship #decided to do Midam

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michaelmilligan · 7 months

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Midam Week Day 7: To err is human, to forgive divine

“Family?” the detective asked, his hair creaking as he leaned back in it. “You know, parents, siblings, that sort of thing?”

The guy sitting opposite him – Michael, according to the official documents – smiled for the briefest moment. “I do indeed have a family, detective. A single father, three siblings and, well... a lot of cousins, I suppose.”

He shrugged, the motion almost too fluid to be human.

Adam shook his head. They didn't know yet what the guy was. Whether he was a guy or not. So he shouldn't have been over-interpreting things like his body language. It was so easy to go totally wrong with that.

“Tell me about your siblings, then,” the detective said, sounding bored. Maybe he was – this was the third interrogation this year that Adam had been asked in for, so it had probably been more than that for the detective.

There were other doctors who could carry out the Voight-Kampff test, after all. Not a lot of people could operate the machine and interpret its readings, but there were still some experts. At this point, some of the police officers might have been able to, though they were legally obligated to bring in medical personnel for these tests.

If they didn't and they shot someone... Well, Adam supposed that if the body oozed metallic liquid, no one would shed a tear. But just in case the assessment was wrong, and it was a human, the police would be able to say that they had done everything they could.

Adam shuddered, and looked back at Michael. Then he jumped when Michael raised his eyes to him.

He shouldn't be able to see him through the one-way window, Adam thought, the hair on his arms standing on end. No, it must have been coincidence, Michael looking somewhere over the detective's shoulder to think.

But Michael was still looking at him, and a slight smile crept onto his face as the detective finished his latest question.

“Friends, yes,” Michael said, focusing back on the detective. “I must admit, my work leaves me little time to make any. Though I do get drinks with some of my co-workers every now and then. Zachariah is always pestering me about it.”

“And Zachariah is...” The detective left the rest of the sentence open.

Michael quirked an eyebrow. “One of those co-workers. He's always eager to draw the higher-ups into his little events.”

“To curry favour?” the detective asked, still sounding bored.

Michael shrugged. “Maybe. Or just for the attention, who knows. I don't really understand how people like him think.”

That was a risky admission, that he didn't understand people, or at least some of them. It could have pointed to him being human himself, and not concerned with beating any allegations of being a replicant. Though then again, people were rarely this calm when they were being interrogated. So he might just be a replicant using reverse psychology or some shit.

Adam told himself that he didn't know. The fact that his assessments from watching people had always been the same as that of the machine was just coincidence.

Besides, it wasn't like he had a real opinion. This guy confused him too much.

Adam didn't think that he was a replicant. But he also didn't think that he was a human.

And being neither was impossible.

“Memories?” Michael sounded almost surprised at this next question, and then hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I remember my father... Back when it was just him and me. He was building something... The place where we would live, I suppose. I still live there, though he moved away some time ago...”

Michael looked to the side, seeming so genuinely sad that Adam's heart constricted. Without meaning to, he put a hand over his chest. The pain wasn't fading, though, he thought with sudden terror. It made him bend over, dark spots start appearing in his vision-

And then it suddenly stopped. He could breathe normally again, with no pain in his chest, and nothing to remind him that there had ever been any pain. Adam breathed deeply through his nose a few times and then looked back up at the interrogation.

Michael was looking at him again. His eyes were an unnaturally light blue.

That was, until the glow faded, and Michael's eyes were dark again. From this distance, Adam couldn't really make out their colour, but he would have bet that they weren't blue.

Brown, maybe. Adam could have imagined him having brown eyes.

Michael was still looking at him.

The interrogation ended shortly after that, though. It was odd, because the detective ended it, which he wasn't supposed to do. When he stomped into the backroom, Adam frowned at him.

“What's wrong?” he asked, at which the detective huffed.

“You tell me. Did you fall asleep back here or something?”

“What do you mean?” Adam looked down at the machine, thinking that he had overlooked something, that it had already come to a conclusive answer. But no.

“We went through all the fucking questions,” the detective said, pushing a tablet in his face.

Adam blinked at it. When he scrolled through the list, he saw that all questions were marked as completed. But it couldn't have been that long...

He looked at the time. Three hours. It had been just under three hours since they had started the interrogation.

“But that can't be.” Adam turned back to the machine. It should have figured out if Michael was human or not based on his respiration, heart rate and similar bodily reactions. The personal questions should have either triggered those reactions or not.

But the readings were still inconclusive.

In the interrogation room, Michael was looking towards the door, a bored expression on his face. But almost as if he felt Adam's eyes on him, he turned his head – and looked straight at him.

“Got room for one more?”

Adam jumped at the voice and whirled around, his sneakers splashing up water that soaked into his socks. Michael tipped his umbrella to let it cover him too.

“What are you doing here?” Adam asked, before he realised that Michael couldn't know him. He couldn't actually have seen him in the backroom, couldn't actually know that he existed.

The door to the taxi shut closed, and it drove off, two people clinging to each other inside, preparing for their new lives in a new city.

“Ah, they're gone,” Michael said, as if he'd just wanted to take the taxi. “Oh, well.”

Adam studied his face, which didn't betray any ulterior motives, or anything else, for that matter. It had been months since he had seen Michael's face in person, but he had seen it in his dreams, with this same strange half-smile that he wore now.

“I must say, it's kind of stupid of you to help them,” Michael said, his face turned towards a screen with an ad for blue pills.

Adam froze. “What?” he croaked.

“One of those two was a replicant.” It wasn't a question. Adam couldn't breathe. “You're risking your position – and potentially your life – for machines. Why?”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Adam pressed out. He turned away.

Michael caught his arm before he could step out from under the umbrella.

“Don't get me wrong. I'm not with the police, and I'm not trying to blackmail you,” Michael said calmly, his grip gentle but still iron-clad around Adam's forearm.

Something appeared to Adam. “Are you a replicant?”

Michael laughed. It didn't sound like a machine, but then, neither did Ceasar.

He and Jesse would be fine as long as they stayed out of trouble.

That was, as long as no one suspected what Cesar was.

“If I was a replicant, would you have told them? For the quota?” Michael asked, still sounding amused.

Adam froze again. How could he know-

“You manipulate the machine so it shows that someone is human when they're not. Except for two months ago – I suppose Abner was too obvious. An old model. You couldn't get away with manipulating the machine that much, and anyway, every now and then you need to find a replicant, or else people might get suspicious.”

Adam was shivering. He still remembered the man's- replicant's eyes, blown so wide with fear. They hadn't even done him the basic courtesy of making him turn his back, or anything like that. It had just been shot after shot at point blank, until his slightly too dark blood had covered the walls and the floor.

Somehow, Adam had made it back home, but he had been shaking and throwing up all night.

It wasn't an equal punishment for letting someone be killed. For helping to get him killed.

But Adam was too much of a coward to get his just retribution.

“You're the only one blaming yourself, Adam,” Michael said, his tone surprisingly serious.

Adam looked at him through the tears in his eyes. “He's dead because of me.”

“No. He's dead in spite of you. You couldn't help him. Not without risking so many more of them. Because if your manipulations had gotten out, they may have questioned all your previous assessments. And you wouldn't have been able to save others in the future, like Cesar.”

Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Tell that to Abner.”

Michael didn't reply. When Adam opened his eyes again, he was looking at him with something like boredom on his face.

“It's not Abner's choice what you're going to do next,” Michael said, and reached out again.

But instead of taking Adam's arm, he simply held out his hand.

“It's yours.”

Adam looked up from the hand to the unnaturally blue eyes. “Who are you?”

The slightest smile danced over Michael's lips. “Oh, Adam. That's the wrong question.” Michael let go of the umbrella, letting it carry away on a strong wind. Adam startled, not having noticed how heavy the rain had gotten, or how the wind was howling through the street.

But the impact Adam braced for never came. He didn't get wet, and the wind didn't tug on him. He stood as if in a bubble, Michael and him in the eye of the storm, completely unfazed.

“What are you?” Adam finally asked, and Michael smiled genuinely this time.

“Now, that is the beginning of a good question.” Mirth danced in Michael's eyes as he took Adam's hand. “Though we'd better start with what you are.”

Adam bristled. “I'm human,” he bellowed over the crackling thunder.

“Oh, yes. Quite. But you're also more than that. You must have noticed that you always knew the results of the tests before the machine did.”

“I still don't know about you,” Adam deflected.

Michael grinned, and with the backdrop of a wall of water, and flashes of lightning, he looked like a shark, ready to devour Adam. “That's because you think there are only two options. But when you tried to look into me, didn't you feel it? Couldn't you tell that I'm much more than this paltry vessel makes me seem?”

Vessel, Adam thought at another crack of thunder. What did he mean by-

A flash of lightning – and suddenly the sun came out.

Or, no- was that-

DON'T YOU WANT TO BE SO MUCH MORE, TOO? Michael asked, his voice like rumbling thunder, and his form bright and hot like the surface of sun. DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ABLE TO HELP EVERYONE ON THIS EARTH?

Adam looked at him, sure that his eyes should be burning out, his face melting, his mind bending beyond repair. But neither of those things happened – and he took a step forward.

“Yes,” he said, in the breathless, but confident voice of the believer. “Yes. Show me.”

#Yeah I took the Blade prompt and uh. Added Runner to it.#It's in no way canon-compliant ofc - to either franchise #Also I can't believe it's the last day 😭#I hope some people post late #midamap2023 #Midam

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midamweek · 2 years

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❝ you'll be my guide. ❞

It's that time of year again! Get ready for a full week celebrating the epic relationship between Adam Milligan and the archangel Michael.

Starts September 25th and ends October 1st! And don't forget—September 29th is a special day for both of them. If you know, you know.

( ASK ) ( PROMPTS ) ( FAQ )

(prompts also under the cut for mobile ease)

So how will this work?

As you can see below, every day for the week beginning September 25, there will be a word prompt. You do not have to answer the prompt if you don’t feel inspired by the word of the day. This just a reference in case you’re stuck and need some inspiration for a fic, graphic, or piece of artwork.

Remember to tag everything you make as #midam week so we can reblog it here, and have fun!

Day 1: September 25

Prompt: CLEAR (adj.) – free from darkness, obscurity, or cloudiness; light.

Day 2: September 26

Prompt: PRESSURE (n.) – the exertion of force upon a surface by an object, fluid, etc., in contact with it. / (v.) – to force toward a particular end; to influence.

Day 3: September 27

Prompt: BLUSH (v.) – to redden, as from embarrassment or shame. to make red; flush. / (n.) – a reddening, as of the face.

Day 4: September 28

Prompt: FALLING (n.) – an act or instance of falling or dropping from a higher to a lower place or position. that which falls or drops.

Day 5: September 29

SPECIAL THEME: Adam’s birthday and the Feast of St. Michael

Prompt: INTERSTELLAR (adj.) – situated or occurring between the stars.

Day 6: September 30

Prompt: SECRET (adj.) – done, made, or conducted without the knowledge of others. / (n.) – something that is kept secret, hidden, or concealed. a mystery.

Day 7: October 1

Prompt: YES (n.) – an affirmative reply. / (v.) – to give an affirmative reply to; give assent or approval to.

#midam #midam week #adam milligan #spndaily #spnedit #supernatural #mod post

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shannara810 · 1 month

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Percy: "So..."

Luke: "So?"

Percy: "The parents are meeting each other."

Luke: "Yes? That's the plan".

The blonde was checking his reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe door, trying to fix the collar of his black shirt. The look it sent back was flawless: tight jeans, ironed shirt, perfectly tousled hair. "If you want to make a good first impression, start from the way you dress", Dad always said.

"And we are ready for them to meet each other". It was almost like the other boy was trying to reassure himself.

In that moment nothing about Percy Jackson - Saviour of Olympus, Poseidon's only half-blood son and Mr. Rule Flouter all around - gave away the vibes of a ruthless war machine; rather, the pink flannel robe and the furry slippers made him look way too younger than his nineteen years.

Funny thing he was the same age as Luke when they first met each other. And yet people kept mistaking him for a teen, while the blonde boy already looked like a male model. It wasn't fair!

Luke: "I think so. Shouldn’t we be?"

Percy: "Right." *pause* "Say Luke... why can't we run away to Alaska? It's chilly there and quiet and we could learn to fish!"

Luke: "You're the son of a Sea God. If you couldn’t fish, I might worry." The younger nephilim gave him the stink eye. He still couldn't figure out why Percy was so scared of letting their families meet. It wasn't like their relationship was a secret: his parents knew, Percy's too, the same could be said for their friends. So what was wrong with his boyfriend’s mother's desire to meet his dads?

Percy: "Ah ah ah, you're not funny! 😑"

Luke: "Actually I'm hilarious 😏. But what's got you all riled up? There will be only your parents and mine at dinner tonight. Easy peasy."

Percy sat on the bed. His body was shaking a little and everything inside him was screaming to run, run away as far as he could. He swiped a hand over his face and closed his eyes, mentally counting to five before he opened them again. "Don't, okay? You’re not the one with a father-in-law who hates him!"

Luke raised an eyebrow, his lips curving in a crooked smile. "You called Father your in-law! Dad will be so happy 😁!"

Percy: "Lukeeeeee, be serious!!! Your father wants to kill me!"

Luke sat next to the other demigod. He looked at his boy from head to toe, a bit worried.

Anxiety was a bitch for Percy and the nephilim didn't know what to do to help him. How could he make it better when he still didn't understand what was all this fuss about. The dinner? The dinner was making Percy feel so bad? "What's new? It's not the first time a supernatural being wants to murder you".

Percy: "You're not helping!"

Luke: "Would you rather I lied?"

Percy: "NO!"

Luke: "Then help me understand you, Jackson. What's the problem? Why are you so scared of this dinner?"

Percy: "Because..."

Luke: "Perce, Father is all bark and no bite. Really. You have nothing to be worried of."

Percy: "Now I know you're lying! Last time we met, your father swore he’d kill me if I defiled you! And he'll know! He'll know we had sex as soon as he sees us!" Sea-green eyes became so big, they almost appeared ready to leap out. The sound of his labored breath filled the room.

Luke: "Actually I think he already knows. Dad must have told him."

Percy: "WHAT?! You... you... you..."

Luke: "Had a chat with Dad? Of course! You never ask your mother for advice?"

Percy: "NOT ABOUT MY SEX LIFE!!!"

Luke: "Why?"

Percy: "Because you just don't! I don't want to know about my mom's sex life and she doesn't want to know about mine! People don't ask their parents about sex! It's not normal!!!" The demigod was screaming and he knew it. How could Luke not...

There it was. That look again. That look so open and trusting and blameless like the one of a child. Percy often forgot how young this Luke really was.

Because Luke Milligan and Luke Castellan were not the same. They had the same blond hair, ice blue eyes true, even the same lopside smile. The two Luke shared a lot in their looks.

However the same could not be said for their temper: they were like night and no, not day. They were like night and dusk. This new Luke lacked the anger and the desire for vengeance the old one had. He lacked that inner darkness which had feasted on Luke Castellan's soul till his last day on Earth and being Luke Milligan what he truly was, this really felt like a giant joke.

Once again Percy found himself wondering what could have happened if the old Luke had had a family like the one he had now during his past life. Because in the end it all came down to his family.

Adam&Michael were Luke's rock, his safe haven. The couple had proven time and time again they didn’t care about Fate when it came to their son and Percy had to admit he felt a little jealous of their steadfast love. Sally Jackson loved her son with all her heart, but she wasn't always there for him while he was growing up.

However what scared Percy the most was not knowing what could have happened to him had Luke Castellan not taken on his shoulders the weight of the first Great Prophecy. Because hero or not, good or not, Luke and him were not so different in their rages.

Luke: "Again, why? Need to remind you it was my first time? I may remember a few things about my past life, but sex is not one of them. Who was I supposed to talk to? Uncle Gabe?"

Percy: "Nope, nien, no! Lalalalalala, I'm not listening!" The demigod covered his ears in his attempt to block everything out, but without much success. "No more sex advices from our parents, okay? We learn together, Luke."

The blonde grabbed Percy by the shoulders to keep him calm. The other boy was on the verge of a panic attack over nothing. "Percy, breathe. Everything is gonna be okay. Our parents will meet each other, will like each other and we will spend a nice night all together".

Percy: "At least I thought I could have your Dad's approval, but now he will hate me too". He whined.

Luke: "Dad doesn't hate you. He finds you sweet and cute ☺️. So stop worrying."

Percy: "Our first time was a disaster!"

Luke: "Our first time was perfect. You made me feel loved, happy and cared for. I could have asked for nothing more. We can work on the technique another time. The question is: was it nice for you too, Perce?"

Percy: "Yeah... yeah, it was".

Luke: "Good, then it was perfect. A perfect first time 😁".

Percy looked down, defeated. What Luke had said was not entirely true and several of his insecutities were rooted in it.

In hindsight he couldn't say that many of the problems he had during his past relationship with Annabeth didn't still plague him, even if he tried to not mind them.

What is perfection? What allows you to define something as perfect? Nothing truly alive can be described as perfect, because each one of us gives to this word a different meaning. Learn to live with your limits, kid. Suddenly these words came back to his mind and Percy felt like he could let himself breath for the first time tonight.

Once Luke had taken him to visit the Garden of Eden and there Percy had met Joshua, another "uncle" of his boyfriend. The calm he had felt in that garden had shocked him to the core and the demigod had found himself visiting Joshua often in the last months, while Luke was busy with his cousin Jack.

Joshua the Gardner had become his unofficial therapist and Percy thought he had made some progress in healing the countless wounds on his young psyche.

Percy: "But it was not my first time. You know this, Luke".

Perfection was an impossible thing to achieve and he had to learn to live with his short-comings.

Luke: "It was your first time with me. I know you have a past, Percy: I'm not stupid. And I'm glad that at least one of us knew where to put his hands". Luke winked at him and everything in their world was right again. The blonde had this ability to make you believe anything he said just because he had said it. It was like a super power. "Our future will be full of first times, Perce". At once his smile became quite sinister. "Whatever Nico di Angelo thinks of us 😑."

Percy: "You're scaring me".

Luke: "Ops 😅. Sorry, babe! Do you feel better now?"

Percy: "I think so. I'm... I'm not regretting what we did but I would have liked to have a little more privacy, though".

Luke shrugged. "Angels, Perce. We don't know what it is".

Fucking Angels and their need to spy on them. A bunch of peeping Toms, that's what they were. But Percy knew better than to say what he really thought about those flying bastards to Luke. He was already on thin ice with his boyfriend's family. "Your uncle Gabe sent me a thank you basket for deflowering you!"

Luke: "And it was the best chocolate I have ever tasted 😁. Uncle Gabe is a genius!"

Percy: "Any chance your other uncles won’t know we had sex?"

Luke: "Mmm, maybe Castiel. The parents don't like him much. Cas and the Winchesters are as thick as thieves".

Percy: "Damn!"

Luke: "The joys of a hive mind. Angels like to gossip a lot 🤣".

Percy raised his eyes to swear again: "Fuck!"

Luke: "Maybe later 😁. I want to be on top this time 🤔".

Percy: "🫣" *silence* "Luke?"

Luke: "Mmm?"

Percy: "Do we really need to go to this dinner? We can stay at home, order Thai and try to..."

Luke: "To?"

"Don't make me sound like a stupid teenager 😠. We could... make love again?"

The nephilim put an arm around his man, giving him a loud kiss on the cheek. "Ohhhh, Percy! Sassy prince of my heart, as much as I’d love to stay here and ride you till dawn, my dad didn’t raise a quitter. Go and get ready or we will be late!"

Percy: "I hate you!"

Luke: "Youuuu loooooovvvvvveeeee me 😁"

Percy: "Well, at least my dad won't be there tonight."

Luke let go of a guilty whistle, removing his arm from Percy's shoulders. "I wouldn't be so sure of it".

A chilling shiver ran down the poor demigod's back. "Fuck! We're doomed 🥲".

(This is getting out of hand, @darkcrowprincess 😅)

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