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hey guuyyys! ~ since yesterday’s poll cleared my mind, I just made a whole new blog for my gabriel imagines and fics! uwu here it is~
I’m veeery excited about this but I’ll have to get a tiny lil bit of followers before actually posting new stuff there, so I’m going to reblog there my old fics during the next days and then hopefully publish a new fanfic for the end of the week. ~
all the new fanfics will be reblogged here anyway, so don’t worry.
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Request: Could you do a story where Gabriel and the Reader go ice skating and the reader teaches Gabriel how to skate? And afterwards the cuddle up with hot cocoa and cookies? Lots of love <3 - misograce
Words: 1042
Warnings: this is so fluffy i just
Note: I’m so sorry this took so long!! ;^; I’ve been very busy lately, plus I don’t really know how to skate, so I hope I didn’t make any mistake. Also, my English in this fic sucks, please ignore my horrible grammar.
Hope you enjoy! uwu
“Oh, come on– you’re older than time, get your act together!”
“It’s not like I spent my life slaying demons on ice, you know.”
You chuckled, bringing your right hand to cover your mouth, and caused Gabriel to loose his support and fall to the ground. He sent you a look of disapproval, but you couldn’t keep in your laughter. “’m sorry.”
It had been weeks since you’d first tried to get Gabriel to the skating rink for weeks. It wasn’t an important plan; it was just something you thought would have been cute to do with your boyfriend. Yet again, while he had always given you some distant, muffled reply, at first you’d ignored it, but the excuses he gave you had quickly gotten sillier and sillier, and curiosity had gotten in your mind. After a few investigations, the archangel had gave in and confessed: he wasn’t able to skate. You had laughed and promised to teach him, but, apparently, that wasn’t such an easy task.
“It’s the third time you make me fall” Gabriel, back in the present, protested, ignoring your hand and trying, in vane, to get up on his own, but he quickly lost balance and fell on his back. The most terrifying weapon in Heaven, ladies and gentlemen. “Ouch. Damn sacrum.” Gabriel winced, but there was a smile on his lips. “I’m starting to feel like you’re doing this on purpose”.
“Damn, you discovered my conspiracy”, you said, jokingly, and meanwhile you reached to help him get on his feet – ish – and start over again. The archangel sent you a glance for your sudden movement, his hand gripping your sleeve as if he was holding onto dear life, his eyes filled with terror. “You really do want me dead.”
“Oh, come on, Grumpy, it’s only ice!”
“Funny. People used to say that about invading Russia in winter, too”
You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on Gabriel’s feet and on your own too, but the guy looked like a bull in a china shop. Soon after, Gabriel was on the ground another time, his hair all over his face.
“Okay. That’s it. I quit”, he said, trying to get on his feet, but he kept rolling over like a tortoise put on his back. “(Y/N)– I could use a, ehrm, little help here”.
“Let’s put it this way”, you said, folding your arms, and Gabriel looked at your perfectly balanced figure as if you were spitting fire. “You listen to my advices. If you manage to make a complete lap of the rink, I’ll make you cocoa when we get home”.
Gabriel’s eyes sparkled at the mere mentioning of your famous cocoa– since the first time he’d tasted it, he’d assured you you could make the most delicious chocolate in the world, making trading cups of the beverage the best way to earn stuff from him. His eyes trailed for a moment to the ice, pondering whether a nice cup of cocoa was worth the price or not.
“A cup of cocoa?”
“Yes.”
“Not just half like last time, heh. A whole cup. You won’t trick me”.
You smiled, keeping in a little chuckle. “Sure.”
“With whipped cream on it?”.
“Promise”.
Gabriel smiled. “Okay. Deal”.
“Okay, okay. Remember to bend your knees”.
“I got it”.
You skated around him, holding him from under his arm, checking he was doing everything right. “Your arms…”
“Yeah. Hold ‘em out. I know. Except you’re holding me so tightly you’re stopping my blood circulation.”
You blushed, loosening your grip on his jacket, but you kept skating at his side, fearing he’d fall again. Gabriel was visibly tense, his legs moving with nervousness, but his eyes were determined and menacing. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment. He was really taking the thing seriously.
Then he moved away from your grip.
You followed his tour from where you were standing, occasionally moving a little to mimick, unconsciously, the movements he had to make. At first, his steps were stiff and unsteady, his body unbalanced, his legs dangerously trembling and threatening to make him fall again.
Suddenly, though, you remembered one of the tales of his youth he liked to tell you, and realized how much stupid you’d been.
Of course he had problems to mantain his balance– he had an extra weight on his shoulders you hadn’t worried to consider.
“Use your wings!”, you screamed, bringing your hands at the sides of your mouth. “Like they teached you when you were a fledgling. Use them to balance your body!”
Instantly, Gabriel’s shoulders moved to enhance his movements, his wings, invisible to your eyes, shifting to steady his body. Without any other word, Gabriel’s body started to move on ice as if he was born for it, his legs proceeding quickly, his whole figure as elegant and graceful as a ballerina on her stage. He completed the lap in little time and then came skating to you with his arms open.
“I did it! I did it!”, he said, throwing himself onto you, and the impact made you both fall to the ground. “Easy, easy”, you said, chuckling, kissing his nose. “Look at you. My lil’ fledgling flew away”.
“Yeah. Your own little clumsy penguin”. His lips brushed with yours. “Let’s go home. ’m freezing.”
You were almost totally sure Gabriel had fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in blankets like a butterfly in his cocoon, but, as soon as you removed the baking tray from the oven, you heard a voice coming from the living room.
“Are those cookies I’m smelling?”
You turned around, peeking at him while you put the cookies on a plate. He had only one eye opened, his whole body covered in blankets, so that only the upper part of his head was emerging from the cocoon. Even like that, you could see his nose, completely red and stiff due to the cold he’d developed from wetting his clothes on the ice. You smiled, walking towards him and putting your cups and the cookies on the table.
“The great big Archangel got a cold from skating on ice?”, you gently mocked him, putting a loose strand of hair behind his left ear.
“Shaddap”, he mumbled, and he brought the cup to his lips, smiling when you kissed his temple. That, surely, had been a nice afternoon.
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Request: It’s been weeks since you became the new punching-ball of the most popular group of the university. Yet, you haven’t told your closest and only friend, Gabriel. But one night, after the group physically hurts you, he finds you in tears in your room. - warrior-in-a-trenchcoat
Warnings: Descriptions of violence.
Note: After the events of the latest days, I decided to write something that could cheer up my followers a bit, and this request sounded just perfect. I really hope this will help. Stay safe, my babies, I love you. ♡
Your steps echo quick and unsteady in the oddly empty and silent hallway. It’s like one of those awful low-budget horror movies, where the protagonist tries to run away and yet everybody knows what their ending is going to be like. Your breath is short. You hold tighter onto your books, seeking for comfort.
“Hey, darling!”, somebody shouts from behind you, making all the blood in your cheeks drain.
Sweat wets your temples. Your heart is pumping fast in your chest.
“Where d’ya think you’re going, girl? We still have to play”.
Brother, don't make me do this.
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You build up all these defenses.You build up this whole armor, for years,so nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman
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