Two biblical fics, Gabriel-centric
Ah, January 29th-the anniversary of this journal! In fact this year marks my journal's 10th Anniversary, whoa. To think I created this back during my first year of high school. *mind boggles* If I recall correctly, the initial couple entries (before I later converted this into just a writing journal) were about French class, Sherlock Holmes, and online quizzes. Good times. I feel so old now. XD
Anyway, to celebrate, please enjoy a Biblical fiction double feature starring Gabriel! <3
Title: In the Eye of the Beholder
Fandom: Judeo-Christian mythology
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucifer/Gabriel
Summary: Gabriel Falls, and Lucifer couldn't be more delighted.
Notes: Back last spring, athenarulez left a prompt on one of my posts asking if I'd write 'a Lucifer/Gabriel where Gabriel Falls and Lucifer is really happy about that', and this is the result. ;3
Gabriel's clawed fingers spasmed helplessly as he pawed at the stone ground. His long, wavy hair-still white-tumbled over his shoulders to frame his anguished face. His skin was no longer soft and pale though. Now it was ashen grey and scaled like some reptile's. And of course his soft wings had become black and featherless.
Lucifer surveyed the whole scene from a few meters away, an avaricious grin on his face as he took in the sight of the weeping former angel. Mine.
The former angel had been spotted shortly after his Fall, but none had dared to approach him-all demons knew that Gabriel was Lucifer's pet project. Instead, a pair of tempters had gone straight Down to bring their lord this joyous news. And how joyous indeed. Lucifer couldn't help but smile.
Gabriel hiccupped quietly, swiping at his eyes with the back of a gnarled hand and looking up as he noticed Lucifer's approach.
"Gabriel, my sweet, what ails you?"
The demon blinked incredulously as if Lucifer's nonchalance was incomprehensible. "I'm a monster. A traitor... I..."
"'Never meant to Fall'?" Lucifer finished helpfully. "Be reasonable, Gabriel. There's no need for such melodramatics."
Gabriel stared up, scarlet eyes strangely hollow. "You're heartless. I'm like this and yet you mock me!"
"Shh, shh," Lucifer cooed, coming closer and scooping Gabriel into his arms. Those elegant, wretched wings twitched under the Devil's fingertips as he stroked their thin membranes. "You're so beautiful, Gabriel-"
The former angel tore himself from Lucifer's arms. "How could you say such a horrible thing?!" he cried, clearly torn between the desire to hide his face and the desire to glare at Lucifer.
"Oh but it's true. Just look at yourself." The Devil was as relentless in enjoying his victory as he'd been in conducting Gabriel's corruption. "How tainted you are now! I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful-"
The newly-minted demon clamped his hands over his ears as if trying to blot out Lucifer's words. "Shut up, shut up..."
"Ah-ah," Lucifer tutted, wagging a finger the way one might do when dealing with an errant child. "Don't be this way, my brother-yes, see? We're brothers once more, and this cringing hand-wringing doesn't suit a demon of your stature." Lucifer pulled Gabriel closer a second time, tenderly tilting his chin up. It was everything the Devil could've wanted: having Gabriel by his side again while simultaneously punishing the ex-Messenger for not standing with him during the Rebellion. He truly had nailed two birds with one razor-edged stone.
"Lucifer..." So perfectly broken. And even despite his misery, despite no doubt knowing that Lucifer had orchestrated much of this-even if the final decision had been Gabriel's-even then Gabriel clutched tighter at the Devil's shirtfront. "Lucifer..."
"Yes, I'm here. You'll come around, Gabriel."
He'd have to-Lucifer was all he had left now.
-end-
Title: Got a Lot to Say
Fandom: Judeo-Christian mythology
Rating: PG
Pairing: Michael/Gabriel
Summary: Gabriel, Michael, and several other angels discuss their interactions with humanity.
Notes: Gift fic for mypaleangel/sweetcarolanne using the prompt 'Gabriel in any slash pairing where someone says, "I actually got to kiss Joey Ramone! SO THERE!!!"'. I hope this turned out to your liking, cherie! ^^
Gabriel smiled happily, eyes closed for a moment as a cool breeze brushed his cheek. He'd taken off his gloves to better feel the grass beneath his hands. Outside Heaven's Silver City, the land was a wide band of open fields and small, rolling hills. Beech and oak and maple trees dotted the area here and there, and stripes of wildflowers cut swathes amongst the greenery.
It was on one particular rise of this comely landscape that a dozen Thrones, Cherubim, and Seraphim were relaxing together and sitting in a little circle on the lush grass. Above them, in the branch of a tall oak tree, the Archangel Michael was relaxing as well. Possibly he was asleep.
On the ground, the other angels' conversation had turned to humans and their music-and which angels had presented themselves to the most important of said musicians.
"I once visited Saint Francis of Assisi!" Jophiel began, earnestly.
Raphael chuckled good-naturedly. "I'm not sure Saint Francis counts as a musician though..."
"But he could sing too!" Jophiel protested. "I mean, he wasn't known for it, but he did possess a most lovely voice-"
"I visited Saint Cecilia," Ariel chimed in with perhaps a touch more pride than strictly necessary. The other angels immediately looked to Gabriel-if anyone could offer a more noteworthy anecdote, it was the Messenger.
And of course he could, but well...he'd recounted his tales of saints and classical composers hundreds of times-why not something new? "I actually got to kiss Joey Ramone!" he grinned. "So there."
Raphael hid a rather undignified snort of laughter behind a delicate, gloved hand while the rest of the little group stared blankly at Gabriel.
"From the Ramones?" the Messenger added, but the blank stares didn't shift by even the smallest margin.
Gabriel was almost tempted to say 'you don't get out much, do you?', but he was willing to wager he'd receive at least one 'out of where?' in reply. It was obvious that-with the exception of Raphael and possibly Michael-none of these other angels had spent enough time truly with humans to understand the Messenger's perspective. But that was not uncommon with the higher ranks who weren't also Archangels; their place was Heaven, and that was where they invested themselves. If any of this group went to Earth, it was likely just under exceptional circumstances. They were only familiar with the so-called loftiest human achievements.
The Messenger waved his comment aside, and slowly the chatter picked up again, turning to other topics.
An hour passed, but the sun never moved. Eventually the others drifted away to resume their respective duties until only Gabriel and Michael were left in the field, the former lying on the grass and the latter still seated in the oak tree.
The Messenger sighed, looking up at the sky that was as blue and perfect as ever. What he wouldn't give for a little humidity or a sudden summer storm. "I wonder if any of them have even listened to the Ramones," Gabriel muttered, rolling his eyes. On a less ethereal being, one might've described the expression as 'sulking'.
"Raphael has," Michael pointed out, but Gabriel shook his head.
"That doesn't count-he listened to them because of me. Raphael and I picked what we thought were the ten best musical influences of the 20th century and then listened to each other's lists. Obviously the Ramones were on mine," Gabriel added, finally standing and smoothing the creases from his robes.
"Oh, brother..." Michael sighed. He jumped down from his perch, landing nimbly and coming towards his friend. When words failed the warrior, Gabriel knew Michael would usually try to offer the comfort of his presence instead.
Sure enough, Michael's hands settled lightly on Gabriel's waist, drawing the Messenger to him. And despite all the countless times they'd been close like this, Gabriel still marveled at how gentle Michael would be. It seemed impossible that the same hands which wielded a broadsword with such surety and ferocity could become so tender and light when they held Gabriel.
"Shall we stroll through the gardens before returning to the hub of the Silver City, brother?"
The Messenger hummed appreciatively. "Yes, that would be nice."
Michael leaned even closer, warm breath ghosting over Gabriel's ear. "Then aey oh, let's go."
Gabriel gave a short little laugh, and his eyes sparkled with delighted surprise. "Michael! You let me prattle on sullenly only to tease me-how awful of you!" But Gabriel didn't sound displeased in the least-on the contrary, he seemed highly amused. "You know, I hadn't thought you were one overly taken with music."
"It's true, I'm not," the warrior angel admitted, "but when I do partake of that particular art, I enjoy trying many different flavors."
"Even after so many eons and you still manage to surprise me..." The Messenger smiled serenely, leaning back a little against the welcome warmth of Michael's taller form. "I do so love you."
"Aye, and I you."
-end-
Anyway, to celebrate, please enjoy a Biblical fiction double feature starring Gabriel! <3
Title: In the Eye of the Beholder
Fandom: Judeo-Christian mythology
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucifer/Gabriel
Summary: Gabriel Falls, and Lucifer couldn't be more delighted.
Notes: Back last spring, athenarulez left a prompt on one of my posts asking if I'd write 'a Lucifer/Gabriel where Gabriel Falls and Lucifer is really happy about that', and this is the result. ;3
Gabriel's clawed fingers spasmed helplessly as he pawed at the stone ground. His long, wavy hair-still white-tumbled over his shoulders to frame his anguished face. His skin was no longer soft and pale though. Now it was ashen grey and scaled like some reptile's. And of course his soft wings had become black and featherless.
Lucifer surveyed the whole scene from a few meters away, an avaricious grin on his face as he took in the sight of the weeping former angel. Mine.
The former angel had been spotted shortly after his Fall, but none had dared to approach him-all demons knew that Gabriel was Lucifer's pet project. Instead, a pair of tempters had gone straight Down to bring their lord this joyous news. And how joyous indeed. Lucifer couldn't help but smile.
Gabriel hiccupped quietly, swiping at his eyes with the back of a gnarled hand and looking up as he noticed Lucifer's approach.
"Gabriel, my sweet, what ails you?"
The demon blinked incredulously as if Lucifer's nonchalance was incomprehensible. "I'm a monster. A traitor... I..."
"'Never meant to Fall'?" Lucifer finished helpfully. "Be reasonable, Gabriel. There's no need for such melodramatics."
Gabriel stared up, scarlet eyes strangely hollow. "You're heartless. I'm like this and yet you mock me!"
"Shh, shh," Lucifer cooed, coming closer and scooping Gabriel into his arms. Those elegant, wretched wings twitched under the Devil's fingertips as he stroked their thin membranes. "You're so beautiful, Gabriel-"
The former angel tore himself from Lucifer's arms. "How could you say such a horrible thing?!" he cried, clearly torn between the desire to hide his face and the desire to glare at Lucifer.
"Oh but it's true. Just look at yourself." The Devil was as relentless in enjoying his victory as he'd been in conducting Gabriel's corruption. "How tainted you are now! I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful-"
The newly-minted demon clamped his hands over his ears as if trying to blot out Lucifer's words. "Shut up, shut up..."
"Ah-ah," Lucifer tutted, wagging a finger the way one might do when dealing with an errant child. "Don't be this way, my brother-yes, see? We're brothers once more, and this cringing hand-wringing doesn't suit a demon of your stature." Lucifer pulled Gabriel closer a second time, tenderly tilting his chin up. It was everything the Devil could've wanted: having Gabriel by his side again while simultaneously punishing the ex-Messenger for not standing with him during the Rebellion. He truly had nailed two birds with one razor-edged stone.
"Lucifer..." So perfectly broken. And even despite his misery, despite no doubt knowing that Lucifer had orchestrated much of this-even if the final decision had been Gabriel's-even then Gabriel clutched tighter at the Devil's shirtfront. "Lucifer..."
"Yes, I'm here. You'll come around, Gabriel."
He'd have to-Lucifer was all he had left now.
-end-
Title: Got a Lot to Say
Fandom: Judeo-Christian mythology
Rating: PG
Pairing: Michael/Gabriel
Summary: Gabriel, Michael, and several other angels discuss their interactions with humanity.
Notes: Gift fic for mypaleangel/sweetcarolanne using the prompt 'Gabriel in any slash pairing where someone says, "I actually got to kiss Joey Ramone! SO THERE!!!"'. I hope this turned out to your liking, cherie! ^^
Gabriel smiled happily, eyes closed for a moment as a cool breeze brushed his cheek. He'd taken off his gloves to better feel the grass beneath his hands. Outside Heaven's Silver City, the land was a wide band of open fields and small, rolling hills. Beech and oak and maple trees dotted the area here and there, and stripes of wildflowers cut swathes amongst the greenery.
It was on one particular rise of this comely landscape that a dozen Thrones, Cherubim, and Seraphim were relaxing together and sitting in a little circle on the lush grass. Above them, in the branch of a tall oak tree, the Archangel Michael was relaxing as well. Possibly he was asleep.
On the ground, the other angels' conversation had turned to humans and their music-and which angels had presented themselves to the most important of said musicians.
"I once visited Saint Francis of Assisi!" Jophiel began, earnestly.
Raphael chuckled good-naturedly. "I'm not sure Saint Francis counts as a musician though..."
"But he could sing too!" Jophiel protested. "I mean, he wasn't known for it, but he did possess a most lovely voice-"
"I visited Saint Cecilia," Ariel chimed in with perhaps a touch more pride than strictly necessary. The other angels immediately looked to Gabriel-if anyone could offer a more noteworthy anecdote, it was the Messenger.
And of course he could, but well...he'd recounted his tales of saints and classical composers hundreds of times-why not something new? "I actually got to kiss Joey Ramone!" he grinned. "So there."
Raphael hid a rather undignified snort of laughter behind a delicate, gloved hand while the rest of the little group stared blankly at Gabriel.
"From the Ramones?" the Messenger added, but the blank stares didn't shift by even the smallest margin.
Gabriel was almost tempted to say 'you don't get out much, do you?', but he was willing to wager he'd receive at least one 'out of where?' in reply. It was obvious that-with the exception of Raphael and possibly Michael-none of these other angels had spent enough time truly with humans to understand the Messenger's perspective. But that was not uncommon with the higher ranks who weren't also Archangels; their place was Heaven, and that was where they invested themselves. If any of this group went to Earth, it was likely just under exceptional circumstances. They were only familiar with the so-called loftiest human achievements.
The Messenger waved his comment aside, and slowly the chatter picked up again, turning to other topics.
An hour passed, but the sun never moved. Eventually the others drifted away to resume their respective duties until only Gabriel and Michael were left in the field, the former lying on the grass and the latter still seated in the oak tree.
The Messenger sighed, looking up at the sky that was as blue and perfect as ever. What he wouldn't give for a little humidity or a sudden summer storm. "I wonder if any of them have even listened to the Ramones," Gabriel muttered, rolling his eyes. On a less ethereal being, one might've described the expression as 'sulking'.
"Raphael has," Michael pointed out, but Gabriel shook his head.
"That doesn't count-he listened to them because of me. Raphael and I picked what we thought were the ten best musical influences of the 20th century and then listened to each other's lists. Obviously the Ramones were on mine," Gabriel added, finally standing and smoothing the creases from his robes.
"Oh, brother..." Michael sighed. He jumped down from his perch, landing nimbly and coming towards his friend. When words failed the warrior, Gabriel knew Michael would usually try to offer the comfort of his presence instead.
Sure enough, Michael's hands settled lightly on Gabriel's waist, drawing the Messenger to him. And despite all the countless times they'd been close like this, Gabriel still marveled at how gentle Michael would be. It seemed impossible that the same hands which wielded a broadsword with such surety and ferocity could become so tender and light when they held Gabriel.
"Shall we stroll through the gardens before returning to the hub of the Silver City, brother?"
The Messenger hummed appreciatively. "Yes, that would be nice."
Michael leaned even closer, warm breath ghosting over Gabriel's ear. "Then aey oh, let's go."
Gabriel gave a short little laugh, and his eyes sparkled with delighted surprise. "Michael! You let me prattle on sullenly only to tease me-how awful of you!" But Gabriel didn't sound displeased in the least-on the contrary, he seemed highly amused. "You know, I hadn't thought you were one overly taken with music."
"It's true, I'm not," the warrior angel admitted, "but when I do partake of that particular art, I enjoy trying many different flavors."
"Even after so many eons and you still manage to surprise me..." The Messenger smiled serenely, leaning back a little against the welcome warmth of Michael's taller form. "I do so love you."
"Aye, and I you."
-end-