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“Greetings, mortal.Why are you in this horrible place, huh?”
A towering archangel with two blue wings of holy light, covered in white and gold armour, floats in midair. On his right hip, he carries two swords that bear the engravings, "Justice is Splendour" and "Splendour is Justice," respectively. He turns to face you, his head uncovered by a cross-adorned helmet, to see what you are. As he lands, he faces you.
“Hello” They wave "You aren't here to kill me are you?”
His wings twitch slightly and he crosses his arms across his chest. ”Not unless you give me a reason to” the angel eyes your hair and clothing. you're wearing a dark loose fitting jacket over a tattered white button up and brown shorts. ”You certainly are an… interesting mortal.”
“What do you mean by that?” you huff and attempt to fix the mess that is your hair and clothing.
“Well, forgive me if I’m mistaken, but most mortals don’t come to Hell with such style.” He says as he looks you over once more, his head tilting once again.
“Oh…” you relax once more “thank you. Well um you're right I should be off.” you look away not really making an effort to move.
He places his armoured hands back on his hips and smirks under his helmet.
“Now why so eager to shoo away, mortal?”
“Well, um…” you tried to shuffle away, slightly still wary of the angle, but a pain shot up your leg, and you stopped attempting not to show the angel of your struggle but failed “like you said, I shouldn't be here and stuff.”
The Archangel narrows his eye holes, noticing your struggle.
“…Are you okay, mortal? You look to be in pain. Allow me to help.”
“No no please I'm fine. Don't bother with me.” you get up but then trip on the wall behind the both of you.
The angel walks over and kneels down by your side. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, just stand still for a moment.” He says in a kinder and more gentle tone. He runs one of his hands from your foot, up to your ankle and stops on your shin. After he sees no more than a few broses, he moves on, running his hand up your body to see if anything is wrong elsewhere. you tense up as his hands look for your injuries. His large hands continue up your body, stopping on your right arm. “It's alright, I won’t hurt you…” He says, seeing the tension in your body and hearing your breathing get faster. “You’re quite… tense.”
“You'd be too if a higher power just started putting their magic hands on you.” you spit out through both the fear and pain.
“Relax. I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” The angel reassures you as he runs his hands down your body one last time. “You’re quite beat up mortal. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I just had a run-in with one of those robot freaks. I'll be fine” you feel angered being reminded of the event. “It's not my first time. Probably won't be the last”
He stops on your stomach where he notices a deep wound. “You were wounded by machines?!”
You hiss as his hand gets closer to the gash on your stomach “y-yah I was just here to check up on my bot and we both got ambushed by what I could see was a v series. I don't know... I thoght we scraped all those fucks” you tangled your hand tightly in the hem of your jacket.
“Machines don’t belong here in hell at all…” The angel gently presses around the gash, looking for any signs of infection or internal injury.
you pull away “hey! That fucking hurts you know!”
“Apologies, mortal, but I do have to look closer to see how bad this gash is”
He says with an almost amused, yet still concerned tone. He gently grabs your shoulder to hold you still and continues inspecting the open wound.
“You need to hold still”
“I can stitch myself up.” you protest but don't make an effort to push him away. You just really wanted him to leave you alone.
He pushes his hand gently on your stomach to keep you still. “Absolutely not. You’ve clearly already lost a lot of blood, trying to do that right now with shaking hands would make it far worse” A large explosion go's off in the distance. “fuck-” the sound hurts your head. Gabriel’s wings raise and he looks to the sound.“Stay down” He says in a commanding tone as he slowly stands up and gets ready to head off into the direction of the explosion. you cover your ears and curl in on yourself, hoping that the angle would go off to whatever it was and leave you to rot. Gabriel looks back down at you and his eyes soften.“Stay here, don’t move a muscle, I’ll be back.” He says with genuine worry in his voice before taking off into the air, quickly flying towards the explosion.
As he makes his way to the direction of the explosion, he sees a small light purple machine face to face with a taller blue machine. The smaller one almost looked to be scared as the blue one slowly raised a gun to it. Gabriel lands a few feet behind the blue machine, drawing his swords. “What is going on here, mechanical scum?!” it says nothing, staying fixated on the smaller one in front of it” He looks between the two machines, his eyes narrowing “Get away from the smaller machine. And lower that gun.”
it steps back as it is told. The smaller machine escapes quickly ”Good. Now. What are you doing here in Hell, machine” it doesn't answer. It just looks into the angel's eyes. The archangel stomps forward, stopping a few feet in front of the machine, holding his swords at his side. “I’m going to ask you one more time machine. Why are you here in Hell?”
it raises the it's gun towards him. The angel does not have time for this. He thinks about the human he left on the steps of limbo. He needs to return to them. He sees the machine raise its gun and his wings fluff angrily.
“You dare to raise your gun against a being who clearly outranks you by a significant amount? You are bold to do so.”
There is the sound of shuffling getting closer to the two. It's weak sounding. He looks past the machine and scans the area for the new source of the noise. Afterwards, he looks back at the machine. it shrugs.The human from before limps into view using the wall as support “leave it be Angel, it's only looking for fuel”. you say, falling forward as I run out of wall to lean on.
The archangel’s wings twitch in irritation “Fuel? So this machine is one of the ones harvesting the souls of the damned for fuel?”
“All of them run on blood, idiot. They come here to get it because hell is overpopulated. God you angels can be dicks” you grab your side and wince in pain.
“Foolish mortal” He says in an irritated yet still controlled tone as he crosses his arms and turns to face your direction, his eye holes of his helmet looking you up and down as if examining you for more injury. ”I’m impressed you’re walking still, and even more have such an attitude with that many injuries”
“I wouldn't have had to if you finished fixing me before you ran off to fight that bot” said bot sneaks away without either noticing.
“I left to deal with that machine” He pointed behind his with his thumb at the spot it was standing, only to see that it’s gone. He groans in slight annoyance under his breath before walking closer to you.“I told you to stay where I left you, you mortal fool, I didn’t want you getting more injured than you were”
The archangel reaches a hand out to you.
you grabbed his hand “I said I would be fine, and my name is y/n, not mortal, by the way” you scoff.
He holds you up, keeping you up on your feet and scoffs under his breath at your response. He looks you up and down again, more so studying your face now for any injury he might’ve missed before. “‘y/n’ is a is a nice name”
“Thanks”, you smile. Even with a clear joking smile, you seem genuine. “I picked it myself.”
The archangel gives a small huff of amusement at your response.“Well, “y/n.” Your “choice” of name is quite… fitting.” He says as he crosses his arms, looking down at you. “How are you feeling now? After your little walk?”
“Well I'm still kinda bleeding and tired, but I've done worse. I should have something in my bag to close the hole in my stomach if you're willing.”
He looks over your body again. While the gash on your stomach has slowed bleeding, you still have lost a concerning amount of blood.
“You’ve done “worse”? What else have you been doing in this layer of hell, “y/n”…”
“Um, I get bored,” you lied. He knows this, but he leaves it.
“You get “bored” and just enter the most dangerous place in all of creation so you can explore?” The archangel shakes his head with a bemused chuckle.
“You truly are a foolish mortal”
“Yep I sure do” you hand him a bandage, some string and a sewing needle “You gonna patch me up or not?”
He hesitates a moment and thinks before taking the items from you.
“Fine, but you’re not leaving my sight from here on out, do you understand me?”
“Fine” you roll my eyes and let him fix you up
The angel gently pushes you back down to sit on the ground and kneels down in front of you, preparing the needle. “Try not to move too much. I’m not experienced in doing this, so I need you to try and stay still.” I give him a thumbs up. He gently grabs the hem of your shirt and lifts it to reveal your stomach. He gently puts one large hand on your hip to support you and keep you still and begins to gently stitch the gash shut. For something with large hands, he is incredibly gentle. You'd expect someone like him to not quite understand how fragile a human body can be.
“F-fuck” you hiss, squirming slightly as the treed passes threw your skin. you don't remember it hurting this bad.
“Stop squirming and stay still.” The archangel commands in a serious but gentle tone, gently squeezing your hip to keep you from moving while also trying to provide some comfort to you through the pain.. He continues to stitch up the gash, getting about halfway done.
“I am! You try having a needle go in your skin” you shout back to him.
“You’re being dramatic.” He mutters quietly. He’s about to make another comment when you suddenly jerk from one of the stitches causing him to lose his grip on the needle and prick himself.
“Be still.”
The tone of his last words make you freeze. you suddenly feel scared again. Remembering he could kill you if he wanted.
He glances up at your tensed face, and his helmet tilts slightly. He notices the fear in your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. Just please stay still, you’ll be fine.” The archangel gently grabs your hip again and holds you still as he continues sewing the wound shut.
You say nothing and let him finish. His hands are surprisingly soft. You thought that maybe they would be more rough from fighting but maybe it was just the gloves he wore that gave that illusion of softness. The angel finishes sewing your wound shut and gently lowers your shirt before sitting back on his haunches and putting the needle back into your bag.
“There… that should be better. Don’t strain your stomach too much.”
“Thanks” you look away from the angel. To one of The fake trees of limbo sit still despite the sound of wind around us.
The archangel nods in acknowledgement. He reaches out a hand and gently tips your head to make you look back at him. ”You don’t need to look away from me. As I said, I’m not going to hurt you, remember.”
“You're just kinda scary being all-powerful and stuff” you respond with a slight blush on your cheeks from the roughness of him pulling you to look at him.
The angel’s wings ruffle slightly. For the first time, you might’ve heard him almost sound “offended” at something that was said to him. He lets out a small huff before speaking. “I don’t know if I like being called “kinda scary” either. It’s rather… insulting” You look sad at his response. The angel sighs and sits down next to you, crossing his legs underneath him. He looks at you for a moment before speaking once more. “Mortal… may I ask you something that might seem… “strange” to you?”
“Hm? Yeah I guess. Ask away”. You still are not completely looking at him.
“Why haven’t you tried to run away? You’re in the most dangerous layer of hell, right next to a “kinda scary” angel who could kill you at any moment and you’re just… not attempting to run. Why?”
“Well, I lied about coming to fix my robot. I was hoping this place would kill me. But you kinda stopped me, didn't you”
He stares at you as you say that, staying silent for a moment, then The archangel’s wings droop a little at your response, and despite his helmet covering his face you can sense that he’s frowning. “But… why? You’re so young, you’re alive, and you want to throw that all away for death?”
“Well Earth is a shit hole, that's why. There's only to options you die to the war or you kill yourself and both options get you put in hell so I just thought maybe if I get killed in hell I won't have sined and I'll get to go to heaven instead”
“That’s what you think?” The archangel lets out a sharp, annoyed scoff at your logic. Despite his clear irritation, he speaks in a soft but firm tone. “Mortal, you’re alive. It doesn’t matter how awful or “shitty” you thought your life was, you always have your life to use. It’s a gift. Killing yourself is a waste of such a gift.”
“Of course, the all mighty angel says that. You can do whatever you want.” you hid your face in your knees.
His wings ruffle in obvious irritation at your response. “It’s not that I’m an “all mighty angel” or not. It’s that you’re being a fool. You’re so young, you still have so much of your life to live, and you’re just giving it up because you think life is pointless?” you don't respond. you just sit and listen“You mortals just… baffle me.” The archangel says in annoyance, crossing his arms. He then shifts to look directly at you.
He looks you up and down for a moment before speaking again. “What do you have in your life that is so awful that you want to waste it all and die?” you don't answer. you can't. All you do is burst into tears. The angel freezes as you burst into tears, wings stiffening up. He stares at you for a moment before hesitantly placing a hand on your back. “Wh- hey. Hey. Please don’t… don’t cry.”
You quickly move into him, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in his chest plate. The archangel’s wings flutter in shock as you suddenly move over and into him, throwing yourself into his armoured chest. He hesitates a moment before gently wrapping his own large arms around you, trying not to make any sudden gestures so as to not scare you.
all you do is cry. Repeating the words "dumb" and "stupid" and "fool" between weakly hitting your head on his armour The archangel gently grabs your face as you try to hit your head on his armour, gently pulling it away from him.
“Don’t do that. Don’t call yourself stupid, or dumb, or… a fool.”
“You did. That's what you think of me. It has to be true for an angel to think of me this way”
He lets out a sad huff before speaking again. “Yes, I think you’re acting like a fool, but that doesn’t mean you are a fool. You’re… just a naive mortal. I don’t know you enough to tell you if you actually are, so stop saying that.”
“I miss home” you ignore what he says completely.
“Home? You miss home back on Earth?” The archangel gently pats your back as he continues to hold you against his chest.
“Yah. But I've gone and got myself lost. Even if I wasn't and I could go home I would be alone anyway” He feels your body tense up as you say that, and he sighs as he continues patting your back.
“Why would you be alone? You don’t have any family? Or friends?”
“No, it's just me. I'm the only one left” you look down at the swords on his side. The angel follows your gaze down to the blades on his hips. He stares at them for a moment “everyone is gone” you reach down to touch them, but you stop yourself just before your hands reach the handles “your swords are pretty.
The archangel notices your slight reach towards the blades but doesn’t comment on it. Instead he continues to pat your back as he responds to your comment. ”These? Oh… thank you” He says, hesitating a moment before continuing. “Would you like to… see them?”
you nod “that would be nice”
The archangel hesitates a moment before nodding and gently pulling your head off of his chest, gently guiding you in front of him. He sits back a little to let you see his hips, where his swords are sheathed. “There they are. Go on.”
you reach out and touch the handles to scared to actually pull them out. The metal is cool on your palm despite the heat of the hell you sit in.
“Those are the Blades of Order and Banishment”. He says as you touch the handles, looking down at them. He watches you with interest as you gently stroke the metal. “It’s alright you can take them out”
still shaking you do just that, release one from its hilt. you place it in your lap gently examining the craftsmanship. The angel watches you examine the blade, keeping a close eye on your hands in case you accidentally hurt yourself. He reaches down and rests his hand on your knee, near where the blade is sitting in your lap. “Be careful. They’re sharp.”
you nod. “Why did you help me?”
“What?” The archangel tilts his head at your question. He doesn’t understand the point of the question. Why did he help you? Why wouldn’t he? “Why… wouldn’t I help you? You were hurt.” he asks. Looking at your face for sighs of distress.
“I just thought your job was to punish sinners, not look after them” you put your hand on the sharp edge of the blade, pondering.
He quickly grabs your hand, removing it gently from the blade keeping them held in his. The angel's other hand gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up so you looked at him. “Mortal, look at me.” you do as your told
He stares down into your eyes, holding your gaze as he speaks in a firm but gentle tone.“I may be the Judge of Hell. I may carry out the will of the Holy Council. I may have the duty to eliminate those that go against the will of Heaven” he takes a breath. “But… that does not mean I cannot help someone who is not a sinner. Am I clear?”
“You should probably take this back” you hand him back his sword “You don't want someone getting cut” you giggle sadly. He was right. You know he was right, you don't deserve the path of fate you had walked yourself down.
He silently takes the blade from your hand and sheathes it “You are extremely stubborn, you know that?”
“Yeah, I've been told” you look back down into your lap where the sword once was. “What now?”
He grabs your chin again, forcing you to look at him again.“Stop looking down and be more confident in yourself.”
“Sorry. You're just really pretty. It makes it hard to look at you for too long” you joke.
And the angel can’t help but scoff at the comment, rolling his eyes as he continues to hold your chin in his hand.he liked the way you cheek felt in his palm “Ha. Ha. Very funny. So what, are you saying I’m distracting?”
“Possibly... but I assume all angels are this pretty.” you say even though you are yet to even have seen the archangel’s face.
This comment makes the archangel let out another scoff, but he can’t help the smirk that slowly appears on his face. “Pretty, huh? No, not all angels in Heaven look like I do, I’m considered… above average~”
You giggle a little “full of ourselves, aren't we”
The angel is silent for a few moments, before letting his smirk grow wider as he responds. “You have no idea how prideful I truly am, mortal”
“Isn't pride a sin?” he says nothing to you he just stares. He didnt think your joke was funny. “Well I think It's cute anyway” you pause then blush a lot frantically attempting to hide yourself “wait no- I didn't mean to-”
The archangel notices your sudden blush and blushes a little himself as he registers what you just said. “Wha- wait, did you just call me cute?”
“No, I didn't shut up” you attempt to get up but you are still unsteady from your injuries.
He grabs your waist, preventing you from moving and pulling you back down. He gently forces you to remain seated and looks you up and down, checking you for any injuries.
“Sit. Still.”
You pushed him away. “I'm fine. And I don't like that you use that weird angel voice on me” you cross your arms.
He stares at you with a confused and mildly offended expression. “What? You don’t like my “weird angel voice” as you called it. Why?”
“I don't enjoy being bossed around. I don't even know your name. You can't be yelling at me to do things”
The archangel sits silently for several moments, staring down at you. He’s surprised, but he understands where you’re coming from. He then sighs. “My apologies. Very well then. You want my name?”
“It would be nice considering you have mine”
He lets out another sigh before nodding in acknowledgement. “Yes, I guess that’s true. I am Gabriel. Archangel of Heaven, Judge of Hell, and the most glorious being that God has ever created.”
I giggle at his cockiness “Thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you oh most gloriousness”
The archangel grins and lets out a low chuckle as you giggle at his… obvious boasting. He's not wrong per se, his ego is just a little large. “Well, at least you have a sense of humour, I’ll give you that much, "y/n "."
“Well, since we are friends now” you pull a small bell on a red ribbon out from your jacket pocket and hold it out to Gabriel. “This is for you.”
The archangel stares down at the small bell in your hand in surprise. His wings flutter a little as he hesitantly reaches out and takes the bell from you. “You’re… giving me a gift? For what?”
“So we match” you ring the small bell that is tied to your wrist.
He gazes at the bell he’s holding in his hand as he realises what you mean by “matching”, and he can’t stop the small smile that grows on his face as you ring your bell. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Well, I have to live up to my name” you grab the bell from his hand and tie it gently to his wrist. He watches you as you gently tie the small bell to his wrist, noticing the scars on your arms as you work. He doesn’t say anything about them, but he does take note of them. Once the bell is tied to his wrist, he gently grabs both of your forearms, his expression blank.
He then suddenly says something.
“Where did all these scars come from?”
“Oh... that's a bit of a silly question, Gab.” you pull my sleeves down to cover them. Gabriel is shocked, surprised that you have the audacity to call him “Gab” and roll his eyes at you as you try to cover the scars up.
“That’s not what I meant, mortal. Come on, just answer
the question.”
You sigh at his utter stupidity. “I did them myself. Kinda obvious”
The archangel’s eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and…sadness? He had a feeling that’s what you meant, but he didn’t want to believe it.
“You… did these… to yourself?”
“Yah. For god's little favourite, your a bit thick”
The archangel scowls and gives you a glare at the comment. “Excuse you?! I am NOT “thick”! I’m the smartest, most powerful angel in all of Heaven, thank you very much!”
you roll your eyes. “Anyway, you got anywhere more comfortable. you can take me while I heal?”
The archangel lets out a scoff at the rude eye roll but decides to ignore it for now. Instead, his expression changes from annoyance to concern as you mention healing. “Well… there are inns in the lust layer that we can stay at until your better and can go home”
“Well, lead the way” you attempt to stand once more.
Gabriel grabs you to keep you from falling as you attempt to stand. He sighs and shakes his head. “Stay still, fool. Before I have to start carrying you”
“I'm okay with that~” you flirt.
The archangel suddenly feels his feathers fluff out a little at your flirtatious comment, but he ignores it and sighs as he picks you up in his arms once more. He tries to ignore the way his body heats up from holding you this close to him. “Watch it, “y/n”. Don’t test my patience”
He picks you up and takes you to the inn. He spoke of finding a nice room and The angel gently lays you down on the bed, adjusting you so you’re comfortable. He then stands next to the bed and gazes down at you with a mix of annoyance and concern. “You seem to make it your mission to constantly be insufferable.”
“Thank you. Good to know my efforts pay off.”
The archangel lets out a scoff and rolls his eyes. He then crosses his arms and looks down at you as he continues to address you. “Mortal… those scars… on your arms. You did those on yourself. Why?”
“The same reason I came down here in the first place”
The angel pauses for a few moments, confused by your answer. He tilts his head to the side and furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Are you saying… you came here to suffer?”
“You're getting smarter”
He shakes his head in disbelief and scoffs in annoyance again. “You come to the last place you should go if you want to “suffer”, and when you get hurt, you ask me to bring you to an inn to heal. You’re completely insane. Not only that, you did all those scars on your arms on purpose?!”
“I told you I don't like it when you yell. And anyway you could have left Me there on those steps. But no you sewed me up and flew me here. So who's really the insane one”
“You are, mortal! You’re far more stubborn and insane than I am! Why are you so intent on hurting yourself?!”
“BECAUSE I CAN WHAT ARE YOU MY DAD!” you roll over away from the angel’s blank anger. you're sick of seeing his dumb cute face.
The archangel is stunned into silence once you roll away from him, your attitude having completely stunned him. He stands there for a few moments before slowly walking over to where you’re laying on the bed and sitting down next to you. He gently grabs your shoulder and pulls you over to look at him again. “Mortal. Please look at me.”
You huff and close your eyes “no” you say under your breath.
The angel’s wings fluff out as you continue to refuse to look at him, and he gently grabs your chin and forces you to look at him again. He suddenly sounds incredibly serious and frustrated as he addresses you again. “LOOK at me. Now.”
“I TOLD YOU TO STOP YELLING AT ME”. you get up from the bed unsteadily using whatever you can to put some space between you two.
The archangel is frustrated with your stubbornness at this point. He stands from the bed as well, his eyes widening as you get up and try to distance yourself from him. “You’re just as infuriating as you are stupid! What do you expect me to do, ignore the fact you purposely try to hurt yourself?!”
“YES. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANT. I JUST WANT YOUR TO TREAT ME THE SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE!” you stop moving, letting gravity take me to the ground with a loud crash. I just lay and cry once more.
His wings fluff out in shock as you fall to the ground, and within an instant, he is crouched on the ground next to you. His eyes widen as he registers the tears that stream silently down your face. He places a gentle but firm hand on your cheek and tilts your head so you’re looking at him again. “…Why? Why are you like this, mortal? What possible reason could you have for intentionally harming yourself?”
“Why did you call me stupid?” You sniffle.
The archangel’s eyes widen at your sad expression and voice, and he mentally curses himself as the guilt of calling you “stupid” fills him. He gently uses his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek as he gives you a softer, less frustrated expression. “I… I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry. I was… frustrated.”
You're quite just letting him hold you. He lets out a sigh and pulls you closer to his chest, wrapping his wings around you as he holds you against his body. He keeps his hand on your cheek, still gently wiping any tears that fall as he says something. “Please Stop crying, y/n” you do but you still have a sad look painted on your face. He can see the sadness on your face. He keeps you held against his body, resting his chin on the top of your head as he gently pulls you into his lap.
“You’re still upset, aren’t you?”
you nod with a sniffle “yah, you're mean.” you say in a childish way.
The archangel can’t help the way his heart skips a beat when you nuzzle your face in his chest, and he lets out an annoyed sigh as he holds you closer against his body. “You’re a brat, you know that?” You giggle quietly.
He scoffs as you giggle again. He knows that, despite you calling him “mean”, and your bit of a bratty attitude towards him, which he finds both somewhat endearing and frustrating at the same time he can tell you like him. He rolls his eyes and gently grabs your chin again, forcing you to look at him. “Do you enjoy giving me grey hairs, y/n”?”
“A little bit.” you wipe your own face of any evidence that you were ever upset.
The angel lets out another scoff and rolls his eyes. He can’t help but find your bratiness somewhat entertaining, but he is still annoyed by it. “You’re going to be the death of me, mortal. I swear.”
you kiss the side of his helmet where his cheek would be beneath “I'll try to be a little nicer then. I don't want you dead.”
The archangel freezes in shock as you kiss the side of his helmet. He can’t help the way that it makes his feathers fluff out again. He suddenly feels his body heat up and his heart skip a beat, and when he speaks, he’s surprised at the shakiness in his own voice. “…W-well maybe don’t provoke me then, mortal.”
The both of you lay cuddling for a while. Until a grumble comes from your stomach. The archangel raises an eyebrow at the sound of your stomach grumbling and smirks. He lightly pats your stomach to tease you, careful not to irritate your wound. “Hungry, “y/n”?”
“Maybe…”
The archangel lets out a chuckle as he gives you a smirk. “Well, I can’t have my favourite “brat” going hungry. Let’s go find some food.”
You stand holding on to his arm for support. He stands up as well and grabs your hips to support you, holding you against his body so you don’t fall. You blush “You still need me to keep you steady, I see?”
“Shut up, my legs hurt and you're like nice to hold on to.” you scoff.
he chuckles as he shakes his head. “Aww, really? I’m “nice to hold”? What happened to me being “mean”?”
“You can be both. Now get me food”
The archangel lets out a scoff at your bratty demanding attitude, but instead of being annoyed, he finds it a little cute as well. He holds you a little tighter as he starts to lead you out of the room. “You really need to get that attitude of yours fixed, you know that?”
“Maybe you can fix it for me~” you joke. Following along with the angel. Holding him close.
The angel lets out a scoff and rolls his eyes at your comment, but he seems amused by it as well. He keeps a firm but gentle grip around your waist as he continues to walk to keep from walking too far ahead from you. “Oh yeah? And how do you expect me to “fix” your attitude, hm?”
“I dont know you’ll have to figure that one out”
The archangel smirks as you state he has to “figure it out”, and he suddenly lets out an idea. “You really want me to fix your attitude for you, "brat "?"
“Woh look a fridge! That means food” you change the subject.
The archangel rolls his eyes and smirks as you cross your arms, looking almost like an upset child. “Fine, fine. Let’s go get you some food, you brat” You cheer. The archangel lets out an amused scoff as you get excited over him agreeing to get food. He can’t deny that the way you act amuses him. He keeps his arm around your waist as he opens the fridge and looks through it.
“What do you want?”
“Ham and cheese sandwich please”
The archangel grabs some bread and starts making you a sandwich like you requested. “Why am I not surprised you want to eat something so plain?”
you scoff in a jokily offended tone “how could you say that to me?”
The archangel lets out another amused scoff and rolls his eyes as he keeps making your sandwich. “You’re a simple little “brat”, simple meals for simple minds.” you look away. The archangel smirks at your sudden silence, liking how much of a tease he can be to you. He continues preparing your sandwich as he speaks again. “What’s wrong, “y/n”? You suddenly quiet now?”
“You're a dick” you scoffed back at him.
Once more, he lets out a scoff back at you, this time in amusement, at your comment. He sets the plate with your sandwich in front of you and continues speaking. “And you’re “bratty” and “annoying”. You’re “cute” though, I’ll give you that.”
“I am not cute. You’re the cute one”
The archangel’s wings fluff out at that, and he has to resist the urge to chuckle as he smirks. “Excuse me, did I just hear you call ME cute?”
“Yep. You get all puffed up when you’re embarrassed or mad and I think it’s really cute” you giggle
The archangel’s wings immediately puff out involuntarily as the mention of his embarrassed reaction. He feels a flush of heat in his face at your giggling. “You- You think it’s cute when I get all… “puffy” like that?!”
“Yes you’re like a little birdie”
The archangel groans and lets out a scoff, not actually annoyed but more flustered instead. His feathers are definitely puffed out in surprise and disbelief, the blue wings seeming more like a fluffy comforter. “You’re- you’re comparing me t-to a bird?”
“Would you prefer something else?”
The archangel quickly shakes his head and sighs at your question. Despite the fact he has a slight bit of annoyance at being compared to a bird, he finds the idea of you thinking of him as cute very endearing. “N-no, I suppose I’d be okay with being compared to a bird.”
“Perfect~” you kiss his cheek then eat the sandwich in maybe 4 bites “mmmm this is good” you say with a full mouth.
The archangel’s heart skips a beat as you kiss his cheek again, and he can feel his wings fluff out for what feels like the millionth time. Despite this, he smirks at your reaction to the sandwich as you eat it. “You must’ve been really hungry to eat that so quickly, hm?”
“Oh, did you want some?”
The archangel gently shakes his head and gives you a smirk, still finding your childish manner endearing.” No no, I’m okay. You obviously needed it more than I did.”
“Do you even need food, being all enlightened by god and stuff?”
The angel lets out a scoff, almost sounding amused at your question. He’s a little shocked that you’d think an archangel needs food in order to function.
“Well, that’s a good question, mortal. As an archangel, I can technically last for days, weeks, even months if need be without eating or drinking.”
“That must be nice”. you look sad again.
The angel notices your expression and He gently grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. “What’s wrong, y/n? Why’re you looking sad again?”
“Don’t worry about it, let's go have a nap” you slowly release yourself from his grasp and wobble back to the bed. Only tripping once.
The archangel immediately sees you start to wobble as you stagger back to the bed, and he sighs in slight frustration as he follows after you. Once again, he catches you before you completely fall and gently lowers you down onto the bed. “Careful, “y/n”. You’re already fragile enough on your two feet.”
“You just love being stuck to my hip don’t you birdie. It’s almost like you care about this silly little clown~” you tease him
The archangel scoffs again as you tease him and he glares down at you, though he can’t keep the fondness and slight love out of his eyes.
“Oh, I care about you alright. Someone has to be there to look after this “clumsy little thing” anyway.” You blush and turn over hiding from his staring. The archangel notices your blush and gives an amused scoff. He gently pulls you back over so you’re facing him, and he stares down at your blushing face.
Aww, blushing again, little “y/n”?
“Shut up” you frown.
The angel grins widely under his helmet at the frown on your face, liking how cute you look when you’re upset. He chuckles again and pokes your forehead with a single finger. “Or else what, hmm?”
“I'm going to-” your face go’s more red and you turn and hide yourself under the blankets.
The archangel lets out another amused scoff as you hide yourself in the blankets and he tries to hold back a laugh as he speaks. “Aww, you’re hiding in the blankets again? Are you scared now?”
“I’m not scared.” you jump out of the blankets and land down on the angels waist pining him to the bed “I could so beat you in a fight”
The archangel is completely startled by your sudden attack and how quickly you’re able to pin him down to the bed. He lets out a startled “woomph” and a scoff as he lays pinned, looking up at you in shock. He’s speechless for a moment before he looks up at you in disbelief. “Y-you could n-not! I’m an archangel, y-you’re a mortal!”
“Am I? How do you know I wasn’t just playing you this whole time and I’m secretly a really strong angel like you” you move your face closer to his.
Gabriel’s eyes widen in surprise at your words as you move your face closer to his. He lets out a scoff, now looking slightly flustered. ”You? An angel? Yeah right. You’re way too clumsy and childish to be an actual celestial being.”
“How do you know that’s also not just an act?” you trace your hand down his helmet and rest it just below where you would hook your fingers to remove it.
The archangel’s face immediately becomes flush with heat at the feeling of you tracing your hands around his helmet. His wings immediately start puffing out in reaction to your touch, the feathers fluttering and rustling. He swallows nervously and looks to the side, not making eye contact as he stutters in answer to your question. “W-well, y-you can’t be! I-I… I just know it. You're too… too mortal for that!”
I laugh “too mortal? What makes me too mortal? I’m not dead yet am I?” you drag your hand down to the top of his wings, you drag your fingers through the soft feathers. Gabriel tenses “So how do you truly know how mortal I am?”
the archangel once again flushes with heat at the feeling of you messing with his wings. He tries to keep an air of control in the situation, but clearly he’s enjoying you messing with his feathers. His wings shiver at your touch and the feathers on them ruffle, twitching and stretching at your touch in response. “S-stop that! Y-you’m… you’re doing that on purpose, brat!”
“Doing what?” you continue knowing how your hands were making him feel. And The feeling of having an angel weak below you fills you with pride.
The archangel lets out another scoff of annoyance and tries to act like he’s not enjoying your touch, but the way his wings shudder and stretch at every brush of your fingers give it away. He tries to keep his voice even as he speaks, but he’s fighting a losing battle. “You k-know what I'm talking about!” He swallows again nervously “Y-you’re messing with my feathers…”
“Oh…” you remove them and return your hands to his helmet. “Was that too much?”
The archangel immediately releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as you move your hands back to his helmet, obviously a bit disappointed. He lets out a scoff at your question and gives you a glare, trying to look intimidating. But really, he just looks hot and bothered. “Y-you better not start messing with my wings again.”
“You’re so cute. I wonder how cute that blush is under this helmet” you hook your fingers underneath not actually removing it unless he lets you “I would love to kiss your real skin” you place your lips on his helmet once more.
The archangel’s face heats up even more at your comment and he flushes a deep red. He’s tempted to tell you to take the damn helmet off, desperately wanting to feel the touch of your lips against his own. He resists the urge and lets out a scoff, still trying to hold on to his composure.“Y-you… you are being extremely bold, y-y/n”
“And I know you love it” slowly you move his helmet up giving him time to protest if he felt it too much. The archangel swallows nervously once again, now very flustered and trying to hold it together. Your touch is driving him wild and he wants you to keep going. He makes no move to stop you as you slowly move his helmet up, and he lets out a shaky breath as his face is slowly revealed. Once the helmet was fully removed you couldn’t help but take every detail of his face in. His amber eyes, the light red blush, every small freckle. “you’re gorgeous”. you place the helmet on the bedside table.
The archangel’s face heats up with a deeper blush as you stare at his face, taking in every detail while his helmet is off. He turns his head away in embarrassment, his wings fluttering a bit nervously. The archangel lets out a nervous gulp as he swallows once again, still flustered. “I-I’m not gorgeous… I-I’m just… just a warrior.”
you ignore his protest moving his face back to yours “don’t look away from me birdie”. you lean in close and kiss him
The archangel's heart seems to do backflips in his chest as you kiss him and his mind goes completely blank at the feeling. He lets out a shaky, content breath and pulls you closer to him as he kisses you back. The feeling of your lips on his own feels euphoric, and he wants more of it. He deepens the kiss and grabs your hair, pulling you closer still as he kisses you desperately. you continue following his lead. Slowly moving your hand back to playing with his wings. The angel lets out a low moan at the feeling of you still touching his wings, the feathers immediately puffing out and fluttering at your touch. He responds by pulling you even closer to him, his wings shivering wildly and stretching out, trying to gain as much contact from you as they possibly can.
You pull away and smile with a small laugh at the angel. “Oh, so you do like it when I'm playing with your wings”
The archangel blushes hard again as he realises you heard his moan, and his wings shudder at your comment. Despite this, he lets out a scoff and pretends not to be affected by your words. “O-of course I don’t! Y-you’re just being a b-brat!”
“To me it sounds like you’re the brat now” you pull his head to look at you preventing any movement. Looking deeply into his eyes as you slowly rake your free hand through his feathers.
He lets out a moan once again as you continue messing with his wings, the feathers rustling and shuddering under your touch. He doesn’t try to argue this time as you grab his head and turn it back up, he’s too distracted by your touch to think clearly. “S-stop that… y-you’re driving me c-crazy”
You ignore his begging and continue while also gliding your hand that was holding his head down to his chest plate in a search for the clasps to remove it.
Gabriel’s wings shudder again as you continue messing with them. His face is flushed with heat and his wings continue stretching towards your hands, desperately wanting to receive more of your touch. He lets out another gasp as you move your hands to his chest plate and begin trying to unclasp it, and the angel swallows again as he blushes even more. “W-wait, a-are you t-trying to undress me?”
You stop and pull your hands back. “shit sorry” you say quietly. “Was I going too fast?”
He lets out a shaky breath as he watches you pull your hands back, a mix of disappointment and slight relief on his face. He never realised how sensitive he was. He thinks for a moment, the heat of his own blushing making it hard to think straight. He swallows again before he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y-you… y-you weren’t going t-too fast… I-I just… no one has ever seen me without my a-armor before…”
“Oh Would you feel more comfortable if you did it yourself? I could even look away. I'm sorry” you moved to his side to give him space to decide.
Gabriel is silently relieved at your words, but he’s still a bit conflicted. On one hand, he wants to keep your hands on him, but on the other, he’s nervous about taking his armour off in front of you. He contemplates for a moment before he speaks. “A-actually… I… I think I’d like t-to do it myself. Is that alright?”
“Of course. Whatever makes you the most comfortable” you give him a kiss before pulling away and letting him take his time.
He lets out a sharp breath as you give him another kiss. He nods at your words and watches as you pull back, giving him space to undress himself while you look away. He swallows once more before he starts reaching for the clasps on his armour, slowly undoing them one at a time.
After a few moments, the archangel has successfully removed all of his armour. He takes a moment to compose himself before calling to you. “Y-you can look now. I’m… I’m ready.”
You turn and your eyes light up. He's so beautiful. The first thing you noticed is the shine of the gold that lines from his hips to the underside of his pecks. You need to put my hands everywhere. “woah”
Gabriel is embarrassed. His face blushes a deep scarlet at your reaction to seeing his chest and waist. He flushes even more at the thought of you touching him and swallows nervously as he watches you take him in.
“Y-you’re staring”
“I'm sorry. I just can't help it. You're gorgeous. May I? " You reach your hand to his side.
The archangel shudders at the thought of your hands on more of his skin. He swallows hard before nodding. He’s never let anyone touch him like this, but he wants to have your hands on his body. He wants you to touch him and make him feel good. “Y-yes… just go slow, please” he begs.
You start by tracking your hands slowly over the gold lines on his chest, moving your hands back up just before you get to the band of his underwear. The angel lets out a shaky breath as you slowly rub your hands over his chest, moving your fingers along the golden lines etched into his skin. Every touch from you feels like paradise, and he can’t keep the small moans from escaping his throat as you trace along his skin. As you get to the band of his underwear, he swallows nervously and looks at you, hoping you’ll go lower. You watch his reactions carefully as you move your hands over his skin. You place one hand on his side and the other over his breast, rubbing your thumb slowly. As you begin moving your hands across his skin again, Gabriel closes his eyes and swallows again as he tries to control his own reactions. He can’t help the way he trembles at every touch from you, and the way he gasps desperately as you rub your thumb over his pectoral muscle. The feel of your touch drives him wild, and he can’t stop the moan that escapes his mouth as you run your hand across his side.
You lean closer and whisper in his ear, slowly moving your hand to the band at his waist. “Use your words, birdie”
His face instantly becomes flushed with heat again as you whisper in his ear and move your hand towards his waist. He swallows and shudders at the sudden feeling of your breath on his ear, before he speaks, his voice trembling and weak
“I-I… I want you to-“ He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice almost pleading. “Please, touch me more… I need you”
“Good boy” you lock your lips with his as dip your hand under the band of his underwear and onto is dick.
Gabriel lets out another moan into your mouth as you kiss him once more, the feeling of your lips on his own driving him crazy once again. He gasps as he feels you moving your hand down his shaft and another moan escapes his lips as he desperately starts kissing you back. You slowly move your hand stroking him slowly and kissing him deeper. He leans into your touch, desperate to be as close to you as possible. He moans into your mouth as you rub him slowly, and his wings shiver and shake from his growing arousal. He can’t keep his hips from moving into your hand as he desperately kisses you back, his hands moving to your thighs. He desperately wants more. His gasps and moans become more intense and frequent now, and he pulls you closer to him, needing you as close as possible. He continues to kiss you passionately, desperately, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and rubbing against yours as his breathing grows heavier and more laboured.
You pull away leaving my hand there for him to grind into. “You're being so good for me.”
“P-please…”
He whines as you pull your lips away, his breathing heavy and uneven. His face is flushed and needy, and he needs you. He wants more of your touch. He desperately tries to find the words to say, desperate to be good for you
“P-please don’t stop… I-I need you”