Little Messenger (Gabriel | G)
Title: Little Messenger
Rating: G
Characters: God, Gabriel, and mention of the Michael, Lucifer and Raphael
Warnings/labels: baby/fledgling fic, fluff
A/N: Written for comment_fic
Summary: God creates a new little Archangel to add to his growing family and quickly finds his purpose.
God's newest Archangel is squirmy and wiggly in his Father's arms. His wings are bright, yellows and oranges playing across the surface of the feathers, and they move and strain as if the newborn angel is already trying to fly.
"Hold still, Gabriel," God admonishes. "I'll put you down soon enough."
Gabriel laughs and catches part of God's beard as he tries to climb over his Father's shoulders. "Hold still!" he chirps back.
"Gabriel, behave..."
"Gabriel, behave," the little angel repeats.
God laughs and holds him up in the air, which makes Gabriel squeal and laugh. His wings flap and he waves his arms in the air happily. "Do you plan to repeat all that I say, my little son?"
A wide grin spreads across the little ones face. "Repeat all that you say."
"Well then, you shall be my Messenger." He sits Gabriel on the ground (as it was). "Go tell Michael and Raphael to stop pulling up the flowers in the garden, and for my Morningstar to stop climbing the tree of knowledge, and for them all to come home for supper."
Gabriel nods, bouncing on his toes. "I'm the Messenger!" he proclaims proudly, before running off towards the garden and his brothers.
God smiles and wonders how his older sons will react to their mischievous Messenger little brother.
Rating: G
Characters: God, Gabriel, and mention of the Michael, Lucifer and Raphael
Warnings/labels: baby/fledgling fic, fluff
A/N: Written for comment_fic
Summary: God creates a new little Archangel to add to his growing family and quickly finds his purpose.
God's newest Archangel is squirmy and wiggly in his Father's arms. His wings are bright, yellows and oranges playing across the surface of the feathers, and they move and strain as if the newborn angel is already trying to fly.
"Hold still, Gabriel," God admonishes. "I'll put you down soon enough."
Gabriel laughs and catches part of God's beard as he tries to climb over his Father's shoulders. "Hold still!" he chirps back.
"Gabriel, behave..."
"Gabriel, behave," the little angel repeats.
God laughs and holds him up in the air, which makes Gabriel squeal and laugh. His wings flap and he waves his arms in the air happily. "Do you plan to repeat all that I say, my little son?"
A wide grin spreads across the little ones face. "Repeat all that you say."
"Well then, you shall be my Messenger." He sits Gabriel on the ground (as it was). "Go tell Michael and Raphael to stop pulling up the flowers in the garden, and for my Morningstar to stop climbing the tree of knowledge, and for them all to come home for supper."
Gabriel nods, bouncing on his toes. "I'm the Messenger!" he proclaims proudly, before running off towards the garden and his brothers.
God smiles and wonders how his older sons will react to their mischievous Messenger little brother.