#background midam

[rauko-creates]

With My Bones Part 2: Lazarus Rising

(part 1 is here) (AO3)

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.”

“Yeah…thanks for that.” Dean drove the knife into Castiel’s chest. 

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“Wait, wait, wait…” Adam shoved another fry into his mouth, and Castiel could practically feel Michael’s quiet disapproval at Adam’s nutrition choices. “So, he just…stabbed you? After everything you guys went through in Hell? After he kissed you?”

“If you recall, I erased that. He had no memory of me.”

Adam huffed. “Sure. Which is a solid reason for him to deck you if he ever found that out, but…” He reached for his Coke and took a long drink. “Oh man, I've missed this. I’m not saying I’m not thankful you guys finally came back for us, but you sure took your sweet time about it. Anyway, my point is: Dean had no memory of you, you walked in and introduced yourself as the one who had saved him from Hell, and his first instinct was to stab you.”

Castiel sighed. “The thing you need to understand about your brother—”

“Not really a brother, Castiel. We didn’t grow up together, never even met him and Sam until we were adults. I don’t hate them, but there’s not really a relationship there either.”

“That is understandable.” Castiel raised an eyebrow. “But then why are you so interested in this story?”

Adam leaned back in his seat. “Michael wants to understand his brother. I’m being supportive.”

“We didn’t exactly ‘grow up together’ either.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. So, you were saying? The thing I need to understand about Dean is….?” Adam drug the last word out, waiting for Castiel to return to the story.

Castiel nodded, thinking how to explain. “When you were trapped in the cage, you knew you’d gotten a bad deal. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into our war. You didn’t deserve to be imprisoned along with Michael and Lucifer for a thing you never wanted. When I broke Sam out—as poor a rescue as it was that was later amended by Death—you knew it was wrong that you’d been left behind. You were angry, bitter,” He looked at Adam apologetically, “and rightfully so. You knew that none of this was what you deserved.” 

Adam waited quietly. He said nothing, but there was agreement in his gaze.

Castiel nodded. “Well, the thing that you need to understand about Dean—in order to understand why he does a great many of the things he does—is that he doesn’t think he deserves to be saved.”

~

Castiel looked down at the blade in his chest. 

Dean had stabbed him. Only hours ago, Dean had been clinging to him.

Castiel clenched his jaw, ignoring the flood of various confusing emotions, and pulled out the knife, only somewhat glad that it was no longer his blade that Dean had been holding. This one was a demon blade, useless. He hated that Dean didn’t know it was useless.

Castiel held out a hand to catch the crow bar that Dean’s friend was swinging at him. He wrapped his fingers around it.

Ridiculous humans and their useless weapons. 

Castiel turned and put two fingers to the man’s forehead, putting him to sleep. Then, turned back to his charge. “We need to talk, Dean…alone.”

Dean ignored him and bent to the ground.

Castiel rolled his eyes and, leaving Dean to soothe himself by confirming his friend was fine, began thumbing idly through their notes. 

They truly had thought of everything but angels. Castiel hated that Dean hadn’t known to think of angels.

“Your friend’s alive,” he told Dean impassively, ignoring the hint of sting that Dean thought he would have killed him.

“Who are you?” Dean asked shortly in response.

Castiel kept his eyes on the notes. Dean didn’t know his name. Just earlier Dean had been pleading his name. “Castiel.”

“Yeah, I figured that much. I mean: what are you?”

It was the worst deja vu. In his mind, Castiel could see Dean at the rack, blade in hand, covered in the blood of his victims as Alistair had taught him to be, demanding to know what Castiel was.

Castiel finally turned and looked at Dean as convincingly as he could. “I’m an angel of the Lord.”

Of course, again, Dean didn’t believe him. “Get the Hell out of here.” Only hours ago Dean had trusted Castiel to save him.

Bullshit, Dean had said in Hell. “There’s no such thing,” he said now.

Look, I don’t know what you are, but you’re no angel, so just cut the crap, all right?

In Hell, Castiel had growled and thrown Dean against the wall, told Dean that he could carry him out of Perdition nicely or drag him kicking and screaming.

Now, Castiel sighed. “This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.”

Dean wouldn’t be able to see Castiel’s wings as he once had—Castiel’s attempts at communicating with him before finding a vessel had proven that much—but…the silhouette of them wouldn’t hurt him…

Castiel didn’t have the time or patience for this, he thought as he extended his wings. To say he’d had a long day would be to say the sun was a little warm or that Hell was a bit dark or how their Father was a tad glorious. This day, Castiel had finally escaped from Hell with Dean only to hear threats from Heaven of throwing him back if Dean refused to be Michael’s vessel, had figured out he harbored feelings for Dean (even if their nature was still somewhat confusing), had been kissed by Dean, had erased all Dean’s memories of him and given up any hope of exploring his newfound feelings so that Dean would fulfill his purpose and Castiel could keep him safe, had defied Michael by branding Dean as his own and then protecting him, had endured his own memories being tampered with and then restored…

Then, he had arrived here, prepared to convince and help Dean to fulfill the roll that would keep him safe…and Dean had stabbed him. Of course he had.

After all, in Dean’s mind, anything that would save someone like him…must be truly detestable. In Dean’s mind, all of the healing they’d been through together had been erased. In Dean’s mind, he was a monster; and therefore, anything that would want him back on earth was also a monster with a heinous agenda.

Perhaps Castiel was.

~~~

Tagging a couple people

@petrichoravellichor @all-or-nothing-baby @synonymouslyyours @i-miss-balthazar @casblackfeathers

#destiel #destiel fic #canon!verse #background midam #from perdition #rauko writes #bluefirecas #wanderingcas #usertabitha #creativecaviar #userda #rambleoncas #justcastiel #chapeldean #emeraldcas #gardnercas #greatcometcas #userstarry #thisisapaige #meltingtracks #userjactingjoices #endvverse #spxcekya #with my bones #it's a sequel to She Keeps Me Warm and Carnivore but is a canon re-write from Cas's pov so can be understood without them if you like

[nalivaa]

just checking up on my little guys. they're okay <3

#supernatural #midam #adam milligan #michael spn #my art #i missed their anniversary. again!! #kms fr #anyway. i'm never making a background again in my life. and let's not even talk about shading ajsjsjsjsks #take me back to 2021-2022..... i was popping off these pieces like it was nothing...... smh...

[fahclove]

Problems by Mother Mother // Midam Edit

Watch on YouTube here

#supernatural #michael supernatural #adam milligan #Adam Milligan edit #Michael supernatural edit #midam #midam edit #my edit #this song is so then it’s so then GOD #also if anyone cares Michael is Blue because His Grace and His Eyes #and Adam is more a grey/light blue but it didn’t look good with the #background so he’s a grey green thing #I also have a version without the words but I like that words being there more #someone please talk to me abt midam I love them #spn #supernatural edit #spn edit #mother mother

[adammilligan]

michael and adam should’ve gotten out in s14. i’m sorry but the hilarity of having two michaels running around at the same time with one being an unhinged genocidal maniac and the other one being pretty normal all things considered would’ve been IT. and best of all while everyone else is running around and freaking out like oh god oh god there’s two of them oh god we’re so fucking screwed there would be adam in the middle like hm. two of them you say?

#he's like i could fix the other one and michael's in the background like you are NOT leaving me for that freak. i refuse #sorry. i'll show myself out for that joke #kate rambles #midam #alternate michael

[mainenorth]

sometimes i have the urge to write an entire 50k supernatural fanfic. other times i want to collab with someone on a 50k supernatural fanfic. what im saying is anyone wanna write a 50k supernatural fanfic where we both actively do nothing.

#and obviously background #nickifer #and #midam spn #im tagging weird sorry #seriously im offering #i need help probably maybe #supernatural #fanfic #fanfiction #writing collab

[ramseynatural]

Tfw u meet ur doppelgänger on a doomed expedition but he’s actually kinda cute 👀 for @midamdotlivejournaldotcom’s polar expedition au :3

Aaand samifer under the cut (tw blood)

#traced the FUCK out of that midam background lmao don’t come for me #lucifer spn #michael spn #adam milligan #sam winchester #midam #samifer #technically

[michaelwavemichaelwave]

I decided to draw Michael from @quicksilver-castiel 's fic Twice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd!

#I like how Michael is specifically discribed as NOT wearing a hat or other witchy attire #but it's October and I wanted to draw a fun witchy suit #But crap I don't know how to draw fabric. I really should've used a reference #Also made the mistake of drawing him and then forgetting to factor in the background... I think I saved it ok #Anyway Adam is probably a shoulder cat/ climbs on (Michael's) back #spn #supernatural #midam

[shipping-all-ships]

Back to that God!Adam AU

Adam is like. An amazing mystery to the heavenly host. Because Father- sorry, Chuck, Adam is Father now- never interacted with any of the lesser angels and rarely with the archangels.

And yet here new Father is, walking around with Michael trailing not to far behind, smiling and introducing himself like he needs to and shaking hands and putting faces to names. It’s baffling to have someone who controls the universe interact with such tiny specs on the radar but it’s also so exhilarating. And new Father remembers their names so when they pass each other in heaven, he greets them by name!

Adam spends so many days with angels crowding him, wanting to bask in Father’s light and warmth, and Michael gets pouty about it because that’s HIS husband, back off. (it doesn’t matter that he’s Father now he was Michael’s husband first so SHUT UP LUCIFER)

#spn #god!adam #midam #lucifer and michael get into little spats about michael hogging all of Father #meanwhile adam is in the background petting gabriel and raphael bc angels are weird like that and enjoy it #also the headcanon that angels want to bask in gods light all the time so adam always has someone leaning their head on his lap or draped -> #over him. its usually michael but others get turns too #bedtime is HORRIBLE bc yeah adam doesnt have to sleep but wants to and now all of them want to snuggle with him

[leatafandom]

A quick update for y'all ❤️

For the past week or so I've been, unexpectedly and pleasantly, consumed by a Sabriel Royal AU prompt by @misha-misha. I've really never wrote something like this so it's been very exciting to world build around it and I'm super thankful for the ask.

I'm finally down to 27 notes (from 120 >.>'), so I still have writing and reviewing to do. But! I do plan on making it my 50th fic on Ao3!

Hopefully, the muse keeps rolling through the weekend and I'll have a better timeframe for posting as well as hopefully at least a short fic for Eurovisionnatural next week.

#writer update #sabriel #prompt fic #sam winchester #gabriel spn #royal au #new story #background relationships #midam

[weak-elbowed-wasp]

A revelation of unity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41702829

More Midam soulmate au but this time Michael knows what God did, they’re in the cage and also there’s a lot more interaction between Adam and Michael. 

#midam #midam spn #midam soulmate au #supernatural soulmate au #aichael #michael supernatural #adam milligan #featuring Sam being tortured in the background

[klayr-de-gall]

What We Deserve

by butterflyslinky

Pairing: Midam

Tags: Adam Milligan, Michael (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Major Character Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Wing Kink, Post-Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Background Dean/Castiel, Wing Grooming

Summary:

Adam wakes up in a meadow, with Michael next to him, badly injured and with his wings present. He turns to his brothers for shelter to care for his angel.

[read on Ao3]

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@butterflyslinky and mine entry for the SPN Angel Bang, by @spnangelbang

I had an amazing blast working together again, and I just love Midam so much! Couldn't resist claiming that story! it's funny how the banner is absolutely angsty, while the actual work is so SOFT. Thank you so much for writing such a lovely story and being my partner in crime again!

Also, thank you so much to the organizers and mods of the event! it was a blast! 💙

#spn angel bang #angel bang #spn #supernatural #midam #adam milligan #michael #my art #this was fun #missed drawing this bois

[nalivaa]

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. 

a bit late but i did it!! kind of last minute but better than nothing!!

#supernatural #midam #midam week #adam milligan #spn michael #bit overdramatic but i had fun with the pose :] #i kinda wanna change my banner to this background actually akdkakdks #my art

[quicksilver-castiel]

The Devil's Triangle

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 12,375

Pairing: Lucifer/Dean Winchester/Nick (established Nickifer integrating Dean), Background Saileen, Background Midam

Art by: @keziahrainalso

Read on AO3

Story summary:

After everything, when all is said and done, God beaten and all that good stuff, Dean figured that life would go on as he knew it, just with a few fewer ends of the world.

As it turns out, he instead gets a bunch of changes, including Sam moving out of and Lucifer and Nick moving into the bunker. That last one is temporary, of course, lasting only until they can trust that the archangel and her vessel aren't going to cause one of the aforementioned ends of the world again.

At least Dean hopes that it's temporary - that is, until he doesn't anymore.

Notes:

This was written for the @spnproshipbang

It ended up being mostly an excuse to write smut. XD (Though then again, since when do I need an excuse.) It was also very fun to write a (for me - though also, it seems, for A03) new ship.

Thank you so much to @keziahrainalso for the wonderful art! Look at them. 🥺 And be sure to check out her other stuff, there's so much good stuff!

#There's more art - which you will see in the art post #spnproshipbang #I don't know if there's an official ship name for these three but I suggest Nudcifer #Does it make sense? No. Is it funny? Yes. #Quick writing

[adammilligan]

honestly midam in general is just like. we had a bad start. we had a bad end. but we made something good out of the middle, didn't we? we made something good.

#i think if even the barest amount of effort was put into 15x19 midam could've been the greatest tragedy ever on that show #even if only as background characters. come ON #azure rambles #midam

[stareyeddistinguishment]

Unless it's a scene you've already planned out for plot reasons, a Sins of the Father prompt being the first time Adam falls asleep, and then actually wakes up in the real world with Michael there to greet him. :)

Thanks for the prompt, @just-prime! There is a scene in the fic, but I have it paraphrased, not fleshed out in my master outline. So, here is a drabble for you to enjoy!

If anyone has a prompt, my inbox is currently open for prompts! (See: Prompt drive post).

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Background: Midam have been out of Hell for five days, continuously awake for plot reasons. They've taken refuge on a mountain, again for plot reasons. In this scene, Michael appears as an apparition.

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. With his head pillowed across Michael's lap, Adam shifted. "Is it getting darker now, or are my eyes still acting screwy?" Adam wondered quietly.

"It is getting darker," Michael confirmed.

Adam squinted, peering at the fast-darkening skyline. "Okay. Yeah, okay," he finally agreed.

Gently, Michael stroked his human's head.

"I guess that means it'll be nighttime here soon."

"Yes."

"It's surreal to actually see it," Adam commented.

"Indeed."

Adam moved his long legs across the ground until finding a more comfortable reclining configuration. He settled. Michael continued stroking his human's head. Together, they bore witness as the dwindling twilight submerged beneath the black inkiness of night.

It was peaceful. As well, it was surreal.

"Hey, is it okay to sleep, do you think?" Adam broke the stillness.

Well did Michael know his human. The five days prior had been overwhelming. Adam was emotionally wrought, and it was time for his mind to rest. After all, sleep was one of Adam's creature comforts, things that made him feel good emotionally.

Michael leaned forward to press a soft kiss on Adam's forehead. "Sleep, Beloved," the Archangel directed.

"Okay."

"I will protect you."

Adam's voice was warmly fond. "You always do."

"Indeed."

.

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The night passed uneventfully. The mountain was quiet. Adam slept peacefully, watched by the stars overhead and the Archangel beside him.

When the first light of dawn crept across the landscape, Adam slowly drifted to waking.

Eyelids fluttered open revealing liquid blue eyes. It was with a nervous apprehension that those eyes regarded the landscape, taking in the surroundings with a confounded, almost disbelieving stare.

This would not do.

"Good morning, Beloved." Michael interrupted Adam's introspection.

Blue eyes turned to searchingly regard the Archangel.

Firmly did Michael return the gaze.

"No, this is not a dream." The Archangel's voice was filled with unequivocal conviction. "Indeed, we are freed."

Adam smiled.

#prompt drive #drabble prompt #prompts #midam #adam milligan x michael #michael spn #supernatural #spn #Sins of the Father series #drabble

[quietwingsinthesky]

Lucifer Kate Milligan

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen with background Midam Additional Tags: Major Original Character(s), Post-Canon, Children of Characters, Identity Issues, Names, POV Second Person, Father-Daughter Relationship, Growing Up, Angst Wordcount: 1121 Summary:

Your name is Lucifer Kate Milligan, and your father will not tell you why.

Your name is Lucifer Kate Milligan, and your father will not tell you why.

You are a baby first, and all this name is, is a collection of sounds that mean you will get tickled or fed. It doesn’t bother you that you don’t know where the sounds came from. You are more concerned with chewing on your dad’s shirt collar or how your father spins you around the kitchen in his arms.

You are a child next, and at school, you are called Kate. It’s on your desk, and your bookbag cubby, and your lunchbox. It begins to bother you that at home you are one name and at school you are another. You tell your friends your father calls you Lucifer, and they snicker. Some of them stop being your friends. Some of them are nicer, call you Lucy.

Your father doesn’t let your friend take you to church, even though you could dress up pretty like them in one of your poofy dresses that he seems to pluck from thin air. Your dad takes him aside, whispers softly, and you leave the room when you see your father’s face turn to stone even as he starts to cry. You leave them embracing. Lucifer Kate Milligan, you tell yourself, you made your father cry. You don’t ask to go to church again.

You curl up in your bed and hide under the covers shaking, not sure what you’re feeling. It’s too big for your body. It’s too old for your soul. In the morning, there are cracks in your bedroom ceiling, along the windows. Your father wakes you up. He looks at the damage done, then at you, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. Something calms inside you. You think you hear him whisper, “Be my little angel for a few more years, please.” You nod and bury yourself in a hug.

He’s invincible because he’s your father. You believe this. There are no cracks in your room when you raise your head again.

You are a teenager, finally. You are Kate, you tell your father, you are only Kate because that’s the name your friends call you. You get into a fight with him for the first time. He doesn’t call you Kate once. He never has.

Kate Milligan, you made your father cry again. It won’t be the last time. You turn the name he chose for you over and over in your head.

Your friend smokes pot under the bleachers and makes out with you sometimes instead of going to class. You tell her your full name, guilty about it in a way you never felt when you were telling kids about it over basketball when you were nine. She stares at you. You stare back because the color of her eyes always entrances you when you’re high. You wish your eyes were as brown as hers, but you’ve got your dad’s blond hair and blue eyes so bright they scare you when you see them in your mirror at night, like there is something wrong with you, like there is a lighthouse spinning inside your skull that flares enough to blind you when you look at yourself too long.

(Your father’s eyes are suns when he gets upset. You never thought it was strange. You don’t meet other people’s parents very often.)

“Lucifer,” she says, “are you joking? Lucifer? ” You nod. She pulls out her phone. You have one, but it’s old like your dad’s. He says he never got used to time moving forward again. You think he’s funny, but you’re too old to tell him that anymore. Your friend opens up Google’s garden gates and leads you to webpage after webpage about Satan. You press against her shoulder as the phone’s brightness hurts your eyes. She whispers out forbidden knowledge until your gym teacher whistles at you.

You get suspended. Your dad drives you home. He’s not mad about the weed. He never gets mad about stuff your friends say their parents tear into them for. You only get in trouble if you don’t come in past curfew. You didn’t even get in trouble last year when you got into a fight and broke a kid’s arm. Your dad believed you when you said you barely touched him. (They had another of their meetings late at night when they thought you were sleeping, and now you’re wondering what all those words meant, why they echoed themselves around the shadow of your namesake.)

“Why am I named after the devil?” you ask.

“Kate?” he says like a man at the top of a cliff digging for a foothold. You know why you’re named Kate. You have pictures of your grandmother all through the house. Your dad talks about her often, sometimes like she’s still here, like he sees her to make new memories every once in a while.

“Lucifer.” You cross your arms.

He stops the car too hard. Your chest aches from the seatbelt digging into it.

“You’re named after your uncle,” he says. You don’t have an uncle.

“Why’s he named after the devil?” you ask about this ghost you’ve never heard of. You wonder if he got called by his middle name, too. The way all the websites put it, your name might as well be a curse. You’re not sure if you feel better that it’s a shared one, a family legacy.

Your dad is quiet for a long time.

“You should ask your father,” he finally says.

Your father never tells you anything. You learned this as a child. He will give you the world and all the precious treasures in it, but he will never answer your questions the way you want. You could ask him why the sky is blue. He would look upset and give you a toy horse to add to your collection.

Lucifer Milligan, who are you? You stare into the mirror. You have your dad’s face but your father’s nose. You think you love your best friend. You think there’s something wrong with you.

You put your finger on your nose. So does your reflection.

They love you. They’re protecting you.

Your father wants what’s best for you. You’re his little angel.

You drop your hand. Your reflection does as well, but it moves slower than it should. Your heart skips a beat.

For a moment, there’s a boy dressed in white. He’s a lot like you. You have the same eyes. You’re both too bright.

He looks sad. He looks like he wants to tell you something. He opens his mouth.

You blink, and there’s no boy. There’s just you. Lucifer Kate Milligan.

You’re scared of who you might be.

#midamap2023 #for the prompt 'family'! #also do y'all have a collection on ao3? #well shit went and made another weird daughter for an archangel. who could have predicted this. #midam baby ilysm. she has so many issues <3 #midam #spn #oc #michael spn #adam milligan #fic: g #fic: spn #fic: oc #fic: michael spn #fic: adam milligan #fic: midam #fic: michael & oc #fic: adam & oc #fic: post-canon #fic: second person #fic: 1001-5000 #fanfiction