#alt gabriel x y/n

[peachiemilkytea]

Holy Mary’s Virtue’s

Synopsis:

You are the daughter of the Priest who owns Saint Gabriel church. But you moved out a long time ago. Freshly moved out of the family home and stuck in isolation. The United States Department of Temporal Phenomena had released to the tape explaining the alternate outbreak and commanded an quarantine. You were not to leave your house unless needed to.

At home wailing in your loneliness. The alternate and creator, Gabriel visits one night after being told his ants cannot kill you. Your purity is intoxicating. Intoxicating enough that Gabriel will feed you lies about himself being an Angel to protect you. God is nothing without his Holy Mary.

Warnings:

Religious themes, psychological warfare, deception, manipulation, death of characters, and etc.

I am aware of the Alex Kister allegations. They are so revolting and disturbing. I do not defend that creator in any means. I’m separating the art from the artist. I do not support Alex Kister and his decisions.

Chapters:

Pt 1 | Lockdown

Pt 2 |

Pt 3 |

[stillarat]

Beloved.

Alt Gabriel x GN!Angel!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: gabriel is gabriel, some threats

A/N: this was supposed to be for a request but i read it wrong so yeah, more gabriel coming soon except i read it r i g h t next time

You watched down on the ward assigned to you, a monotonous assignment though one you carried out with great pride. One bestowed to you in honesty and holiness, you watched over them, as the winds carried to you a spine chilling presence–chilling and impure. There he inched closer. Gabriel, but not the one you had wept for; and his intentions were clear to you in that moment. Your chest tightened, they were your one responsibility; you refused to disappoint. 

 In a heartbeat you took hold of his hand before you may have had a second thought. That is when you saw his face–he towered above even you, casting shadows across your stainless white garments. Every bit of him was long, and his skin was stained a dull but spotless, and blonde locs cascaded down his shoulders. He stared you down, blank faced before his grin curled to the apples of his cheeks.

“Who might you be?”

Whether frozen or stern, the point remained you utter not a word to the man–beast.

“Have you come to rebuke me?” He awaited a response that never came.

“If so I am honored.”

He pulled his arm free from you, circling you like a lion to a lamb. Pulling your spear to your side you tilted it toward his chin, as he walked back round to face you, playing no mind to his former engagement. Grin softening to mild amusement.

He held it just behind your blade, pulling you closer by it even as the smell of his singed flesh rose from his palm, and by it confirming your prior convictions. You rebuffed him swiftly, pressing the head of your weapon to his throat.

“A charming thing you are.” He spoke, lifting his hands to his sides and relenting to your attempts to subdue him.

“Not a word you infernal sycophant.”

“If you insist–myne lovely.” He sighed into his speech, your skin pulled tight over your knuckles–holding your weapon as a lifeline while you pushed your blade further still, knot in your throat pulled taut.

“You are dedicated, I will not deny you this.” Your voice as you spoke–hushed and militant.  He attempted to side step you, leading you both into a voracious stanced spiral.

“Your Lord must be proud, what a brave little thing you are.” He cooed, voice crackling in a cruel chuckle. “Very well, I shall abide by thy insistence as of now–We will meet again yonder little bird.”

With a swell of his wings he vanished in a flourish, leaving your heart spiraling under your ribs.

It stuck with you, in your mind always–he seemed to loom even if you were unable to see. He was a force ignorable as much as you wanted to; he made sure of that. He stares dominated your senses, even in the peaceful hours of the morning light, while the brooks babbled and the robins sang to their lovers; still in the silent crevices of the night as fear overtook the mind of you and your ward both. The thumming drum of your heartbeat rose to your head. 

And then he managed to catch your attention from the corner of your eye. You snapped around as the world seemed to spin on his own axis in a smooth lag.

“Quick as a whip are we?”

“Why are you still here?” You pressed, hands balled into your fists, pearlescent robes trapped between shaking fingers.

“You my dearest, why else?” 

“What else must I say? You’ve entranced me lovely.” He circled you, pulling your arms from their place at your sides. Kissing downward from your wrist and up to your cheeks, holding you still as you pulled against the reign of his arms. You snatched back your hands, regaining your sense grimacing at the beastly thing standing before you.

“You are an affront to all which is holy. You disgrace the heavens you claim as your own.”

“You’ve done it once more–that fire in your eyes, I want nothing more.” His voice let out in a cracked purr, slowly marching up to you as if you had not denied him mere moments ago.

“You know what I believe you to be, do not make me repeat again.”

“I am assured you will come to your senses in due time.”

You scoffed–laughed in his face, his grin dropped on a dime. His mouth muscled into an unamused grimace.

“Tell me, do you believe this to be entertaining? The things of the sort your beloved brother in the lord had taught you in all these years?”

“Keep his name off of your tongue!”

“Beloved, I have spoken nothing of the sort.” He took a seat on the roof of the building where you had both perched among the cool night air swaying past you.

“Whyfor must you make this so difficult for us?”

He turned back to you, his eyes pierced through your shallow veneer of confidence; your voice faltered when you tried to speak. You swallowed back your pitiful tears.

“Why?” Was the only thing that came out in turn, lowering your head towards your feet-quivering as you felt yourself nails digging in through the skin of your arms.

“Hm? “Why?”, why what dear, you must use your words. “What’s the point of this?”, “Why are you here?”. Come now dear, can you manage this, surely?”  His head tilted, hair rolling over his shoulder, a smile softing pulling back across his features.

“You’re taunting me.” Hands clenched, voice flat. 

“You malignant daemon!” You continued on. “You’re taunting me, you goddamned wretch!” You hollered.

You heard him chuckle, hiding his face from you before you saw him stand up, his back towards you.

“There is hardly use taunting you dear, but you have brought it upon yourself. You must concede–the fire on your tongue…” –He trails off devolving into curling and swaying hand gestures as the words find their way from the back of his throat.-- “Your irascible temper, it holds such myopic levity, and yet I am persuaded and enamored by it all that same.” 

“Or do you disagree darling?” You could taste rolling off his tongue, as he peered at you from over his shoulder, adorned with those same glistening locs catching the light of the setting sun.

Your face scrunched in detest, pulling your face away from his testing gaze with a nauseous tension pulling at the back of your throat. He cautiously walked towards you, head held high, and prepared for any objections you might have to his obnoxious proximity all things considered. His hand gilded atop your shoulder as he stepped behind you. You quickly snapped your head around to face him, but he corrected you gently–placing a hand against your cheek, moving it to face the subtle sunrise peeking overtop the buildings and hills, while his form remained in the corners of your vision.

“Are my advances not welcome? My arms, not kind? Are you not satisfied with my undivided devotion, ladybird?” His voice was saccharine, but the threats in his tone were not shielded from your ears, you were not a fool in his embrace. One hand of his came to grasp under your jaw, bringing you head under his as he pulled himself tighter to you.

And the other, outstretched–welcoming, beckoning for you to take hold.

[emma045]

[weird-addiction]

God is Cruel to you, Not Me.

Pairing: House of the Dragon x Male!Targaryen!Reader x Mandela Catalogue Alt Gabriel

Genre: Crossover Angst

Warnings: self-hate, self-harming, guilt, mentions of childbirth death, masochistic tendencies, forcing religion onto someone, manipulation, happy ending for reader but everyone else suffers.

A/n: Final Repost of this. This is official post of this fic. @kawaiiskeletoneggsnerd

Westeros is known for having the religion of the Faith of the Seven, the Valyrians such as the Targaryens and Velaryons. They had the Valyrian gods of old to watch over them, it was always said the Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, they say that because of their dragons.

What if, it was not the dragons that made them closer to god, what if nothing made them closer to the gods.

Well. Except for one.

Y/n Targaryen.

He was known as the younger brother of Rhaenyra Targaryen, when he was born he took the life of both his mother Queen Aemma and his older twin Baelon Targaryen. When he was old enough to understand it, he began to blame himself for killing his mother as he made his way into the world.

The other thing about Y/n is that he was a dreamer, but not just any dreamer. His dreams were not of the future or about the present, it was about something completely different. The first one started at the age of seven, it was a dream of him standing in front of a tree. In front of the tree was a red apple, it was tempting to take a bite out of it. There was a faint voice pulling him ever so slightly forward, but he woke up before he could do anything.

Then the dreams would continue every night, every time he went into the dream he would walk a step forward, inching towards the apple.

Y/n would go to talk to his father about such dreams, Viserys did not fully understand his dreams as they were not the usual dreams of Targaryens that himself has experienced. During the days in the Red Keep, he would hear voices pulling him to places, sometimes he passed out and awake in his room with him on the floor.

He would pick the dagger his uncle Daemon had gifted him during his seventh name day, then begin to make marks on his arms just to relieve the pain he felt building up.

The scars would burn at first, but then he realized he liked the burns.

This was the way he grew up, soon it felt like normal, during nights sometimes he would wake up and see a tall figure at the foot of his bed. The figure was almost as tall as his room, it wore a white robe and had curly blonde hair. Sometimes, he could have sworn he saw wings.

Rhaenyra offered to take him to the sept to pray as to maybe to take his mind off things, but once Y/n even put one foot inside the sept he felt dizzy, like something was restraining him from going inside. He pushed back the feeling and continued in anyway.

“Even though our family worships the Valyrian gods, in Westeros we still have the Faith of the Seven. We should have both as we now live on these lands.” Rhaenyra said.

Y/n stayed silent before speaking, thinking over what he was going to say. “Are there…any other religions in Westeros?” His voice was soft as he turned to his sister.

“Not that I know of.” Rhaenyra then got into a prayer position, she gestured to Y/n to follow her actions.

She then began to pray under her breath, closing her eyes as she spoke to herself. Y/n also tried, but inside his head was something different, a different prayer was said.

‘Say it.’

“My lord, bless for all as I shall never stray. For my blood should be my own, no other gods shall see me bleed.” The words fell out of his lips so easily, he had no control of what he was even saying. And before he knew it, he was done.

And that is how many years passed, the years passed before his own eyes like a blur of colors. The prayer he continued to say over and over again every single night, the tragedies that befall on others, the drama within his family never got to him. It seemed like everyone else around him was miserable, it was he was the only one that was not punished by the gods.

On Driftmark, they were there to attend the funeral of Lady Laena Velayron. He stood next to his sister and his nephews, he kind of felt bored but he gave his best stance regardless. After the speech Vaemond gave, Y/n went over to his uncle Daemon.

“Uncle.” He said.

“Nephew.” Daemon replied back.

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, I’m sure she was a good wife.”

A smile ghosted Daemon’s lips. “The gods can be cruel, especially to your father.”

Y/n wanted to laugh at that, he pushed back the feeling of it back down. “Yes, they have. Same with my sister. And even you, uncle.”

Daemon had confusion on his mind. “And you?” He asked his nephew.

“Not that I could think of. Nothing has been bad for me in recent years.” Y/n dipped his head slightly, looking out to the ocean.

“Nothing good ever comes to us Targaryens. Every time a Targaryen is born they say the gods flip a coin. If they flipped to the good side, the bad will still be present regardless.” Daemon downed his wine from his goblet in one go.

“What if the gods are just not cruel to me?” Y/n asked with curiosity, his eyes watched the tides below.

“Why don’t you ask your cunt of a step-mother? I am sure that she knows about the ‘higher authority’. Faith and all that.” Daemon lets out a smile, in which Y/n returns to him.

“I doubt she can help me.”

—---------

He went to bed early that night, having the same dream again but this time he was right in front of the apple.

Y/n picked it up without much of another thought, then he took a bite out of it. There was a tree that was planted in front of him, and behind it, a boney pale hand reached out to him, telling him to take its hand.

His body moved on his own as he took it, then everything faded to black.

Y/n felt someone shaking him awake, it was a guard telling him something had happened. He got dressed quickly and went downstairs. Turns out his half-brother Aemond had his eye taken out.

Once he saw how Aemond was sitting in a chair getting stitches, he wanted to care but he just really could not feel any empathy for him. Once again, such events passed with flying colors as before he realized he was already back home in King’s Landing.

His sister, Rhaenyra has distanced herself and has decided to move to Dragonstone. Y/n stayed as in King’s Landing.

Time passed quickly, and soon six years went by and his sister was back to defend Luke’s claim to Driftmark. He avoided the whole thing that was happening in the throne room, he wandered off to the sept again to pray.

Y/n did not know how much time had passed, but Alicent, his step mother, had come to see him in the sept.

“I did not know you came into the sept, I always thought you and Rhaenyra worshipped the Valyrian gods.�� Alicent said, walking in while her arms held each other.

“I do not know anything about the Valyrian gods of old, nor do I know anything of the Faith of the Seven. I have never even once looked at the Seven-pointed-star.” He continued to stay in the prayer position of being on his knees.

“Then why do you come into the sept, there is no reason for you to pray to.”

Y/n stood up, his eyes held a dark glint in them. “There is someone else I pray to.”

“Y/n.” He heard being called, looking over to see his sister at the arched doorway of the sept. “Nyra..” He called his sister’s nickname as she walked over.

“I knew I would find you here, though you have told me you don’t know the faith. We worship the Valyrian gods, you know that. It is our heritage.” Rhaenyra held his shoulders in a comforting manner.

“If Y/n is a prince of the Iron Throne, it is best for him to know the religion of Westeros after all.” Alicent spoke as she watched the sister and brother standing by each other.

Rhaenyra gave Alicent a harsh stare. “My brother is of Targaryen descent, from the times of Old Valyria. He should know the Valyrian gods.”

Silence ensued as the two women stared at each other. It was the prince that stood between that broke the silence.

“Then, I guess I failed as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean brother?”

Y/n walked over to where the candles casted shadows onto the walls, standing in the said shadows as he clasped his hands together in a prayer position. “But now, I belong to him.” The shadows behind him begin to shift and turn into something else.

The figure the shadows shifted into was tall, the silhouette on the walls, soon three pairs of what seemed to be feathered wings sprouted from its back. The face soon had shadows cleared to show eyes and a mouth. The eyes of the shadow were stretched and the mouth was also very wide, the arch of the smile went from eye to eye.

The queen and the princess both could do nothing as they saw the shadow. The lighting soon returned to normal as Y/n turned to leave.

Over the next couple of weeks Alicent avoided her stepson like the plague, she could not get that image of them in the sept out of her mind. Everytime during meal time she prayed to the seven for their guidance and their blessing to set Y/n free of it. One night at supper, he heard her praying and leaned over to say something to her.

“You think the gods have been cruel to me?” He asked Alicent with a smile, the queen looked at him with confusion.

“Think again.” He drinks the wine from his goblet. “The gods have been cruel to you, not me.”

Y/n did not speak to her for the rest of the night, but Alicent on the other hand was even more scared than she had ever been in her life now. Is what he said true? Were the gods just cruel to her?

Y/n went on with his days as usual, until one day he saw someone new in court. A new man in court that somehow worked his way up in his father’s small council, when Y/n saw him for the first time he felt a sense of familiarity.

The male looked ethereal, like a true god that has fallen from the stars. He was tall, easily at least 6ft, blonde curly hair that shaped his face and fell around his neck and shoulders like a curtain, he had ocean blue eyes that seemed to pull him in.

The man looked too familiar to a certain someone from his dreams, the one whom he took the hand of years ago, the same hand that came from behind the tree, the one where the apple fell from. Y/n felt drawn to him at first glance, he saw the man during a small council meeting, when the council was done Y/n left fast.

Once he got back to his room, his face felt like it was burning. Deciding to get some fresh air he walked to the garden, but on the way he bumped into someone. Surprise, surprise it was the same lord that he was trying to get away from. Now that he thought about it, the lord in front of him looked too perfect, it was unnatural in a way, it was not human.

“My prince, I’m so sorry. I did not see you.” The unnamed lord held his hand out for the prince to take.

Deja Vu hit Y/n like a storm, the same hand, from the same dream, now he was sure something was wrong. He took the hand getting himself up to his feet again. “It is alright, I was just going for a walk.”

“Oh? May I join you?” The older one asked. “Of course.” Y/n could only accept the offer as he walked towards the garden again, this time with someone behind him.

Once they made it to the garden, Y/n wandered mindlessly. Until he decided to sit on one of the turf benches, the unnamed lord followed him and sat next to him.

“I have not introduced myself. I am Lord Gabriel of House Seraphthrone.” Gabriel said with a smile.

“House Seraphthrone? I have not heard of this house before? Where does it reside?” Y/n’s curiosity has now peaked.

“My house resides on the edge between the Riverlands where the Tullys are, and the north where the Starks live. But also somewhat close to where House Arryn resides.” Gabriel’s smile did not leave his face.

“Huh. I would like to see it sometime.”

They continued to talk as he escorted Y/n back to his room, but when they got there, Gabriel was hesitant to leave.

“What is it? Something wrong lord Gabriel?”

“Nothing. Just…this..” Gabriel’s hand went to the underside of Y/n’s chin, making him look at him.

“You really are beautiful..” Was all the lord said before he turned on his heels and left.

Y/n was left stunned with that, retreating back into his room and left to contemplate what in the seven hells he just went through. That was not the last time he would see Gabriel.

Throughout the next weeks and even months, Gabriel would continue to be in his company. At times, the lord would even bring the prince gifts and even new sets of robes and clothes for his wardrobe. Soon, the robes he wore of his own house were not only black and red, but also with the white robes from house Seraphthrone.

When the days went by, Y/n would continue to pray not knowing the god he prayed to was the one that hung around him all day. Slowly but surely, Y/n had begun to fall in love with the lord, and Gabriel knew this well.

Gabriel had deceived everyone within court, hell, even everyone in Westeros. No one said a single thing as his house had risen through many other houses, along with him working his way up in the King’s court. He deceived everyone’s weak minds, including the sweet prince that was so naive to pray to him when he whispered it into his ear for the first time.

But soon, he had to come clean about who he was. And when did, it was a reaction he did not expect. Y/n was practically overjoyed and hugged him tight.

“You’re the god I have been praying to? Then I guess I am one lucky dragon am I not?” Y/n said with a smile on his face.

On the inside, Gabriel now knew he had someone that could do his bidding no matter what, which means he could destroy House Targaryen from the inside. Little by little, Y/n did what was asked of him, slowly tearing the family more apart. It got to the point where he started to realize it, but what could he do now, nothing. He kind of liked it anyway.

When the blacks and the greens were very clearly divided, Y/n was on his sister’s side of course, but he also wished he was not part of this.

“Then you know what to do.” Was the only words Gabriel had said to him before leaving his chambers.

Taking heavy breaths as Y/n grabbed the dagger that sat on his nightstand, unsheathing the blade and gripping it within his hands. The dagger then went through his stomach, it was less pain than he thought it would be. And to mark the final blow, he slit his own throat.

Letting go of the weapon and as it dropped to the floor his eyes rolled to the back of his head, also falling to the floor as his blood pooled around him and under him. Taking one last breath as he closed his eyes. Gabriel then came into the room seeing the prince dead in his own blood, putting his cold hand on Y/n’s forehead as he muttered a spell. The ‘angel’ then disappeared into white mist, as the only thing left in the room was Y/n’s body that was slowly going cold and the weapon of his suicide.

Hours later, Rhaenyra went to check up on her brother only to let out a blood curdling scream. Guards and Daemon soon flocked to her side seeing the prince’s dead body, Daemon took his wife away as the guards took care of the body.

Daemon thought the greens had done it, well others say there was a traitor in the guards, very few said it was suicide. Deep down, Rhaenyra knew it was most likely suicide, no murderer would leave behind their weapon, and the dagger that they found next to him was one of the prince’s own.

The dance of the dragons would start, Rhaenyra would avenge both her son Lucerys and her brother. A son for a son, a brother for a brother.

Y/n’s spirit has been guided to a different realm, to a place that looked like heaven and paradise, but just slightly darker. This. Was Gabriel’s realm.

It allowed him to see what was going on below in Westeros, he watched the war rage on in rather amusement. He became a lover to the god he worshipped.

How sad. That everyone else had a bad ending, he had a good one.

God was indeed cruel, but not to him.

[untitled-writer-013]

I saw your Yandere! Alt Gabriel and I loved it! To spice it up, what would he do with an escaped reader? I want to know how far his lengths would go to find them, or does he wait until they get attacked so he could “save” them and “teach them a lesson”?

Yandere!Alt Gabriel x Fem!Escaped!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, manipulation, intense paranoia, stalking, slight mind control, suspense.

Gabriel had grown obsessed with his darling (Y/n). Ever since he had ‘saved’ his darling from one of his alternates, he didn’t leave her side. He’d follow her around the house, watching her do mundane human things, but he was content. He had decided that he would take his time with his darling, wanting to slowly introduce his true nature to (Y/n).

But before he had the chance to even begin, she had escaped.

His. Darling. Escaped.

This was absolutely unacceptable. Gabriel couldn’t let her escape, not when he had just caught her in his web. He’d demand his alternates to search for her, knowing she wouldn’t be far since Mandela County was under lockdown. Gabriel would also fly over the county, searching for his darling when night had fallen. 

Sooner or later, Gabriel would find (Y/n). As soon as he did, he knew he’d have to play her back into his hands again, making her rely only on him. He’d start by planting seeds of doubt in her hand, having her return home with the front door cracked open, or the TV turned on, the sound of static piercing her ears. He’d watch patiently as she began to become paranoid, checking her locks over and over again, unplugging the TV and hiding it in the hall closet, desperate to feel safe again. (Y/n) would go through all these measures, and yet, she’d find the front and back door unlocked and open, too terrified to enter her home, and her TV somehow returned to its original spot. She was on the brink of returning to Gabriel, remembering how safe she had felt when she had been with him.

Her final breaking point showed up that night.

(Y/n) had returned home from getting groceries, already alarmed since her front door had been unlocked after distinctly locking it. She set her things onto the kitchen counter, turning and letting out a gasp when she saw it.

An alternate was waiting at the end of the hallway, an inhuman smile on its face as they stared each other down. She was too afraid to do anything, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t let out the scream trapped in her throat, her legs shaking as tears began to obscure her vision. Her heart was hammering against her chest, the growing suspense of wondering when the alternate would move was torture. She begged with anything that was listening, even praying that Gabriel would forgive her and save her.

She had been foolish, why did she think she could handle surviving alternates on her own? (Y/n) could only hope that the alternate would make her death swift, but knew that this was very unlikely.

(Y/n) shut her eyes, tears spilling down her face as she let out the mix of a scream and a sob, letting out the fear that had been building up during the staring contest she had held with the alternate. She heard a mix of a laugh and a shriek, too scared to open her eyes as she waited to meet a gruesome demise.

She sobbed and sobbed, listening to what sounded like two things slamming against each other, ending with an abrupt hiss.

(Y/n) stood there, crying as she held her face in her hands, wondering why the alternate was taking so long to kill her. She flinched as two hands cupped her face, gently wiping away her tears while the person hushed her.

She slowly opened her eyes, her sobbing continuing when she realized who had saved her. Gabriel stood before her, his long robe just barely touching the ground as he wrapped his wings around her.

“Oh (Y/n), this is why I needed you to stay with me. Imagine if I hadn’t shown up on time? Surely you understand why I was so worried.” Gabriel stated, his eyebrows furrowing as a look of pity spread across his face, continuing to wipe her tears away with one hand while the other slowly rubbed her back.

“I need you to do as I say, it’s the only way I can protect you. If you don’t do as I say, another alternate could show up and kill you. And we both know you won’t survive that encounter.” Gabriel stated, guiding her to the couch and sitting her down as he stood above her, tilting her chin up to look at him. 

“You poor thing, you must have been so terrified. This is why you need to let me take care of you, protect you, love you. You don’t need to worry that pretty head of yours anymore, just give in and let me take care of the rest. Do you understand?” Gabriel asked, a smile resting on his face as (Y/n) nodded, though she was barely aware of what was going on. Her eyes looked slightly glazed over, Gabriel enjoyed the sight of it.

Gabriel had punished her by taking her free will away, just slightly and he wouldn’t take it away forever. After all, he quite enjoyed being adored by his darling genuinely. While he would prefer his darling’s love and adoration for him to be real, he would be patient. After all, she was a helpless human who had challenged him, and he was just teaching her a lesson.

A lesson she would never forget. 

~fin~

author’s note: i think Gabriel would absolutely manipulate his darling into being completely dependent on him. he longs to be worshiped, so for his darling to rely on him for affection and protection would be pure bliss to him. but, you’d be a fool if you think you’d be able to escape him for even a moment. <33

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Mario Bros

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Cuphead

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Five Night's at Freddy's

Michael Afton William Afton Henry Emily Clara Afton Animatronics

Sims 4

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Series/Anime/ARG

The Mandela Catalogo

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Popee the Performer

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ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

[yannisrandomstuff]

Hiya, I'm a little new to this community so sorry if this has been asked before.

Here's a concept that's been pinging around my brain; what are your thoughts on Gabriel x Guardian Angel y/n?

Hmhmmmmm, honestly it's pretty good if the s/o is an guardian angel. Feel like Gabriel would hunt y/n down and spy on them for a while and who knows what happens. But I really like the theme of Alt Gabriel x guardian angel y/n; I remember I read one fanfiction on ao3 that the reader is a guardian angel and Alternate Gabriel being a yandere, I forgot the user of the fanfic tho:^. The story just goes that y/n is taking care of the people in Nazareth while playing with lambs and watching over Mary then there's Altgabriel just spying on them before y/n leaves after that alt gabriel just decieved Mary but before he goes to Joseph he found y/n just sitting and I guess he just kinda attached to y/n? I don't really remember what happened next since it was last year the last time I read it HAHAHAHA so yeah I love the guardian angel Y/n x alt gab :D

[seraphimroundup]

If you message me and i seem uninterested i promise i am intrested im just really bad at talking to people- i also dont have a high social battery so i might have to like step back everyonce in a while

Hello! I go by Apollo, Loki, Gabriel, and Castiel. I’m 19 and would prefer only adults on my account if possible, I know there’s only so much I can do about that though.

I use mainly It/It’s, Wing/Wing’s/Wingself, Seraph/Seraph’s/Seraphself, Sun/Sun’s/Sunself, Honk/Honk’s/Honkself, ☀️/☀️’s/☀️self, 🐍/🐍’s/🐍self, 🐝/🐝’s/🐝self, 🍬/🍬’s/🍬self, and 🍯/🍯’s/🍯self. I will add a full list of my pronouns and genders under the cut! :) ( it's still being updated and I will try to remember to update on here too )

I'm Otherkin and Fictionkin I think?

I'm a Polymorph Celestial Otherkin, the Celestial part is fictionkin mixed, it's a mixture of our world’s angels and demons, and Supernatural’s angels and demons!

I also think I'm fictionkin as in like, I'm Castiel and Gabriel but I'm still figuring it out :) also Chuck kins please DNI, nothing against you personally the trauma is still a bit fresh is all. If you share a Kin with me or with anyone I love please follow!

I also will not get involved in discourse, I don't want radqueers or anything like that on my page, basically don't be a dick and we’re chill. I won't make a DNI ill just block people because I can't think enough to make one atm.

By @mmadeinheavenn

By me!

By @dxmnsvoid :))

For more context on being forced to leave heaven, i didn’t fall, i left on my own accord due to my father and brothers and im in hiding ( Gabrielkin specific )

GENDERS

MoonHigh

SunHigh

Lovecelestiasic

SKYRIMIC

Riftenhearthic

Occultfloric

Lunaeyn

BPDwitch

Malificae

Liminalschoolgender

Voidpunk

Agender

Crypgender

Hereticaldernic

DESTORIUNE

Cryptidboy

ROCKSTARELIC

Pronouns

a

al/ alt/ mer/ mers/ altmerself

Abyss/abyss/abysself

b

Bloo/ blood/ blood/ bloods/ bloodself

Byte/ bytes/ bytes/ byteself

bar/ bards/ bardself

Bite/ bites

bolt/ bolts

bone/ bones

c

Clown/ Clown/ Clowns/ Clowns/ Clownself

Corpse/ Corpse/ Corpses/ Corpses/ Corpseself

Critter/ Critter/ Critters/ Critters/ Critterself.

Cryp/ Cryp/ Crypts /Crypts /Cryptself

Chao /Chao/ Chaos/ Chaos/ Chaoself

Charge/ Charges

d

Dae/ Dae/ Daer/ Daers/ Daemself

Duke/ duke/ dukes/ dukes/ dukeself

e

Eye/ Eye/ Eyes/ Eyes/ Eyeself

Eerie/ eerie/ eeries/ eeries/ eerieself

f

Fae/ Fae/ Faer/ Faers/ Faerself

Flame/ Flame/ flars/ flars/ flameself

flirt/flirts

g

Glitch/ Glitch/ Gliches/ Glitches/ Glitchself

Guts/ Guts/ Guts/ Guts/ Gutsself

Gore/ Gore/ Gores/ Gores/ Goreself

h

H0nk/ H0nk/ H0nks/ H0nks/ H0nkself

Honk/ Honk/ Honks/ Honks/ Honkself

i

It/ t/ It's/ It's/ Itsself

j

Ji/ jin/ jix/ jinx/ jinxself

Jester/ Jester/ Jesters/ Jesters/ Jesterself

k

Kandi/ kandi/ kandis/ kandis/ kandiself

l

Lau/ rel/ aur/ laur/ laurelself

Lyre /Lyres

m

Mo/ Moth/ Moths/ Moths/ Mothself

Moon/ Moons/ moons/ moonself

n

Ny/ Ny/ Nyx/ Nyx/ Nyxself

Nyc/ nycto/ nyctos/ nyctoself

Necro/ necrom/ necself

Nym/ nym/ nyms/ nyms/ nymself

null/ nulls/ nullself

o

One/ One/ Ones/ Ones/ Oneself

p

Pyre/ Pyre/ Pyres/ Pyres/ Pyreself

Pop/ Pop/ Pops/ Pops/ Popself

Punk/ punk/ punks/ punks/ punkself

q

quoi/quim

r

Rot/ Rot/ Rots/ Rots/ Rotsself

s

Sta/ static/ stas/ statics/ staticself

spark/ sparks

smoke/ smokes

sin/sinself

t

trance/trances/tranceself

u

v

Vamp/ Vamp/ Vamps/ Vamps/ Vampself

Voi/ Voi/ Voids/ Voids/ Voidself

w

wit/witch/witchself

x

y

z

other

.exe/ .exe/ .exe/ .exes/ .exeself

1t/1t/1tz/1tz/1tzelf

?/ ?s/ ?s/ ?/ ?self

!/!/!'s/!'s/!self

[Name]/ [Name]/ [Name]s/ [Name]s/ [Name]self

http/ http/ https/ https/ httpself

🌞/ 🌞/ 🌞s/ 🌞s/ 🌞self

🔥/🔥/🔥s/🔥s/🔥self

🤡/🤡/🤡s/🤡s/🤡self

🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙s/🌙self

⚡/⚡/⚡s/⚡s/⚡self

✨/✨/✨s/✨s/✨self

🕸️ / 🕸️ /🕸️s /🕸️s /🕸️ self

🚬 / 🚬 / 🚬s / 🚬s/ 🚬self

💉/💉/💉s/💉s/💉self

🔌/🔌/🔌s/🔌s/🔌self

🍄/🍄/🍄s/🍄s/🍄self

⛓️/⛓️/⛓️s/⛓️s/⛓️self

🌾/🌾/🌾s/🌾s/🌾self

⭐️/ ⭐️/⭐️s/⭐️s/⭐️self

I'm also Skyrimhearthic!

[teh-vampire-bunny]

I posted 2,209 times in 2022

That's 33 more posts than 2021!

32 posts created (1%)

2,177 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jervis-tetch-my-beloved

@finniestoncrane

@madame-fear

@aquilacalvitium

@acapelladitty

I tagged 611 of my posts in 2022

#gotham - 58 posts

#jonathan crane - 52 posts

#gotham x reader - 49 posts

#jerome valeska - 45 posts

#creepy - 44 posts

#horror - 37 posts

#gotham incorrect quotes - 28 posts

#gotham jonathan crane x reader - 27 posts

#jonathan crane x reader - 22 posts

#art - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#norman osborn is being a prick when future s/o comes in and is like “sweetie that is no way to talk to someone and pulls out some cuffs

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

83 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

#4

No one:

Alt Gabriel at Joseph sleeping: Lazy ass bitch

104 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

#3

112 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#2

Jerome: I have $3.74, do something to me

Y/n: *Spits on him*

Jerome: I love you, I wanna take you away from all of this

114 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jonathan, currently drunk and watching y/n fight someone: I love that woman

Jerome: She totally pegs you doesn’t she?

245 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[michu-writes]

Heya!! :3 I heard that you have requests open for the mandela catalogue. I wanna make a request, it's a bit angsty lol. (You may ignore this if you're not comfortable to write themes such as these)

How about a Gabriel x reader comfort scenario in which reader has a fight with their father due to their family issues, so they go in their room, not being able to hold it anymore they just start sobbing without realising Gabriel was there. (gender neutral pronouns are just fine!! <3 I hope you'll have a nice day/night!)

CW // TW: Verbal abuse, yelling/shouting, family issues, depressing themes, slight religion mention(?), kinda cheesy, hurt/comfort

Shouts and yelling could be heard from the kitchen room downstairs from your room.

"STOP BEING SO DAMN SELFISH! THINK ABOUT YOUR FAMILY FOR ONCE!"

"YOU THINK I DONT THINK ABOUT THE FAMILY? THE ONLY THING I COULD THINK ABOUT LATELY IS THE FAMILY AND I'VE BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO HELP! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S BEING SELFISH!"

The "archangel" was patiently waiting in your room, absolutely not knowing any sense of boundaries at all. Hearing screams and yells was something he hears everyday, so he thought it was normal. But those screams are usually from people getting slaughtered by his alternates. He didn't think much of it though. The "archangel" is not gonna lie, he still has a lot to learn about humans. That's why he came to you. Mostly because he needs a break from his "work", but he thought he had the opportunity to learn about humanity as well.

You and Gabriel has been hanging out together for a while now, you were quite scared of him at first. It's not like you see a false archangel everyday. Gabriel just happened to take an interest of you, and decided to spare you for now. You were happy, but confused. There weren't really anything special about you. But Gabriel was gonna be the judge of that.

Finally hearing the yelling stop with a final "GO TO YOUR DAMN ROOM!", he could hear your footsteps stomping up the stairs, on the way to your room. The archangel just silently stood by the wall in the dark, not bothering on turning on the lights.

You finally opened your door and slammed it as hard as you could, before collapsing onto your bed, not even worrying about your surroundings. Gabriel still stood there in silence, not making a sound. Only watching your figure curl up to a ball and punch your mattress in anger and distress as you muttered not so sweet nothings under your sobs and cries.

"God, why do you have to make everything so difficult?" You weren't that religious, but you just had the habit of questioning "god", even though there might not be one.

Feeling your sheets getting wet by your tears, you raised your head to lay down on the other side. But as you were turning around, you saw the presence of a tall man on a robe with beautiful, long, blond, curly hair, a long with two pair of wings to top it off. Being taken a back, you quickly wiped your tears away and took a deep breath.

"Gabriel..?"

"Hello, my dear."

Hearing the soft voice of the so called "angel" made you instantly calm, wanting to just fall down straight to bed again.

"What are you… huh?"

Gabriel walked towards you, placing his hand on your cheek and brushing the remaining tears away with his thumb.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm just… you know. I'm just not in the mood."

"Clearly. Tell me what really happened, dear."

You sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed as the angel removed his hand from your cheek. Gabriel followed you down, sitting next to you with both his hands holding each other and placed on his thigh.

"It's just me and my dad. We've had some trouble with the relationship of our family, saying I'm the cause of it. I've been trying hard to make everything better. But it seems like it just backfired." You looked down, refusing to hold eye contact in shame. You tried to fight your tears back, you didn't expect your friend to just show up so suddenly.

"I don't think it's you. I think it's the pressure of your parents. I don't know much about human feelings, but I can guarantee you that it's not entirely your fault."

"Entirely you say?" You chuckled sarcastically before getting pulled into his chest by his warm wings of soft feathers. Feeling your face heat up, and a few tears escape.

Gabriel wasn't warm. He was actually cold. But his wings helped with warming you up. He knew that humans need warmth to keep them alive and comfortable.

"Let it out, my sweet lamb. No one can hurt you, as long as I'm here."

"Thank you, Gabriel."

You sobbed into his robe, feeling it soaking up by your hot streams of tears, but Gabriel didn't care. He just wanted you to somehow feel better. What he said was all honesty. Was honesty just everything humans need to feel happier? Or comforted? He didn't know, but all he knew is that he made you feel better, and maybe next time you wont have to experience your fathers harsh words ever again.

Gabriels questions about humans can wait, he already learned something new. Comfort and honesty.

[michuyox]

What’s your favorite thing you like about yourselves?

Sorry this one looks bad, I was rushing-

[peachiemilkytea]

Okay hear me out Alt!Gabriel x priest daughter reader. While he’s ending the human race, he’s trying to make himself more like God and he needs to find his own Holy Mary. That’s when he finds you through his alternates and lies saying that he’s your gurdian angel. But all he wants is your innocence and purity for his own.  Yes- I’m writing this- 

[waiting-for-motivation]

trust

summary: Because people always judge and insult (Y/n), she can‘t really trust anybody. That is until she meets a certain archangel.

request: Heya! Could I request a oneshot with gabriel and an alt/goth s/o who’s very stand offish at first. They deal with a lot of creeps and rude people so they aren’t super trusting. Maybe them warming up to Gabriel after he saves them from a creep ~ anon

pairings: Gabriel x Reader

warnings: cursing, blood, violence, piercings and tattoos (not specific) drinking and fluff

words: 948

a/n: I hope you like it and I portrayed the reader the way you wanted it :))

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“...but I can help you.“

“I don‘t care. Leave me alone!“

(Y/n) turns back to the old manor, drawing out her machete and disappearing behind the wooden door. The archangel she just screamed at stands next to her car dumbfounded. Never in the many years he lived on earth, he let someone speak to him like that.

But (Y/n) is different. He just met her, but he immediately, knew she is special - not because of her alternative style but of her kind heart. Deep down she is soft and sweet, but she seems to hide it from everyone. But Gabriel is an archangel which means he knows everything.

Inside the manor a horde of vampires already await the female hunter, their teeth ready to break her skin. (Y/n) walks inside a room and gets greeted by seven vampires.

“Hello there, little bitch“, one vampire says and takes a step towards (Y/n). She points her machete at him and frowns at him. “You have no chance against us!“

“I like those odds“, (Y/n) smiles and raises her machete, letting it swish through the air and behead the vampire easily. The others run to her right away, showing their disgusting teeth.

The huntress ducks under their arms and starts to move her machete through the air. Again and again she meets a body and after three minutes all the vampires are laying dead on the floor.

Since leaving her hometown (Y/n) learned self-defences because people were and still are mean to her. It‘s always You have too many tattoos and piercings! or Why do you dress like that? It‘s been a long while since someone said anything nice to her.

Until she met Gabriel who offered her his help. But (Y/n) couldn‘t accept that. She was alone for so long, she will manage this hunt and the following without any help. No one is worth of her trust because all men are the same - horrible and shallow.

“Looks like you didn‘t need my help at all“, Gabriel states and leans against the door frame with his arms crossed. His golden eyes lay on her frame which is covered in blood.

“Didn‘t I tell you to piss off?“, (Y/n) asks annoyed and rolls her eyes.

Slowly, she walks over the bodies and to another room. There must be more vampires. There are more vampires. In the next room three more await her.

(Y/n) runs to the vampires with a raised machete and starts a fight. The archangel stays in the door frame and watches her because he is pretty sure she can handle the few monsters. And he is right, after a few more minutes the three vampires lay beheaded on the floor.

“We should go for a drink later“, Gabriel says impressed and walks towards the female hunter.

The next moment a vampire jumps through the window and at (Y/n). Together they fall on the floor and even though (Y/n) drove her machete inside his stomach, the monster manages to sink his teeth in her neck.

Gabriel moves quickly and grabs the vampire by his hair, pressing his hand to his forehead and making the monsters eyes glow until he falls dead to the floor. Then the archangel turns to a shaking and groaning (Y/n).

“It‘s okay. I will help you“, Gabriel tells the female hunter and takes her bloody hand from her neck, placing his right on her injury. A slight glow lets (Y/n)s eyes glisten and then the pain is gone. She takes a deep breath and sits up with Gabriels help.

“How? What? Why? Who are you?“, (Y/n) stammers confused and stares right into Gabriels beautiful brown eyes. The archangel lowers his gaze and smiles innocently.

“I‘m the archangel Gabriel“, he whispers and only looks up when he hears (Y/n) giggle. She grabs one of his hands and squeezes it gently.

“Nice to finally meet you in person. I read a lot about you, Gabe“, (Y/n) returns with a kind smile and stands up, still holding the archangels hand. She doesn‘t know why, maybe because he just saved her from death, but she trusts Gabriel. After all those terrible people she met, she finally can trust somebody.

“Thank you“, (Y/n) whispers and lets go of the archangels hand.

“What about the drink you were offering me?“

And that‘s how they ended in this dark alleyway in front of a now closed bar. While Gabriel is still fully sober, (Y/n) almost stumbles over her own feet. One day ago she would have never let her guard down so much, but she knew that Gabriel would save her once again in case of danger.

“I don‘t even know why I trust you all of a sudden. Five hours ago I wanted to slit your throat because you offered me your help. Maybe it‘s because you are an angel - archangel! You must be good, right? With your fluffy wings and golden harps“, (Y/n) babbles and throws an arm around Gabriels shoulders, leaning fully against him. Together they walk through the little city and head to (Y/n)s motel room.

“Actually we don‘t have-“

“I hate people. I hate people! I never trusted one soul. You wanna know why? Because humans are...disgusting. They judge and insult and are so shallow. I hate people!“, (Y/n) continues.

“I could never insult a beauty like you“, Gabriel says and stops because he fears (Y/n) will stumble and hurt herself. Now they are standing close and look in each others eyes.

“You think I‘m beautiful?“, (Y/n) asks perplex and her lower lip starts to wobble. Happy tears fill her eyes and the next thing she feels are Gabriels soft lips on her own.

[reyesstrand]

tagged by the loveliest @letitialewiss — thank you kim!! 💗

ten songs i’ve been listening to lately:

1. tangerine — glass animals

2. fast car — tracy chapman

3. if we make it through december — phoebe bridgers

4. sledgehammer — peter gabriel

5. nights — frank ocean

6. lucid — rina sawayama

7. holocene — bon iver

8. cellophane — fka twigs

9. winter — matt corby

10. hunger of the pine — alt-j

my url in song titles:

right now — haim

electric feel — mgmt

your best american girl — mitski

empty — kevin abstract

screwed — janelle monae ft. zoe kravitz

smoke signals — phoebe bridgers

tongue tied — grouplove

roslyn — st. vincent & bon iver

atlantic — kelsey lu

nfwmb — hozier

do it — chloe x halle

this was fun!! tagging @brilliantbanshee @sunshinestrand @aziraphalescrowley @crockettstiddies @bellakitse @howtosingit if you want to do this ofc!!!

[theroadsofar05to20]

Supernatural Masterlist

| Dean Winchester | Series |

Rescribo Sidera *Angst, Smut, Fluff*  Ongoing Series 

| Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (soon) |

| One-Shots | Dean Winchester |

My Dean, Please Stay *Angst, Fluff* Finished 

Snippet:  “-And I want you. Driving in the impala listening to your oldies while you explain the history of Led Zeppelin for the umpteenth time and, even though I memorised it, I still listen because when you talk about what you love is the only time there’s a sparkle in your eye, the one I fell in love with.”

Good In Goodbye *Angst* Complete

Snippet:  - Perhaps they were the same as his own. The kind of tears that fill your eyes when you remember a life you shared with another person who meant more to you than your own life, the memories playing back, like a kaleidoscope and then you realise that’s all they are; memories, the past. The bittersweet kind.

It’s My Party *Angst* Complete

Snippet: - “You were right.”...

“You are poison.” 

| One-Shots | Sam Winchester |

Coming Soon

| One-Shots | Archangel Gabriel | 

Coming Soon 

_____________________________

requests are open and they apply to all the above-mentioned characters as well as: Castiel, Jack, Crowley, Lucifer, Rowena, Charlie(og and alt), Meg. 

Ships I don’t write for: 

Wincest and wincest and wincest and wincest because...I don’t swing that way. xD 

I write for Destiel and Sabriel even if I don’t ship them romantically, except, I think I couldn’t write the smut well enough, so beware of that. 

Cannon and non-cannon ships I can write for: 

Sam x Jess

Sam x Amelia

Sam x Ruby

Sam x Gabriel

Sam x Rowena

Dean x Cassie

Dean x Lisa

Dean x Jo

Dean x Castiel

Castiel x Meg

Castiel x Hanna?

Castiel x Rowena

Gabriel x Rowena 

And, of course, all these characters x Y/N as well. 

So...Request Away   xx

[untitled-writer-013]

Could you do a alt Gabriel x reader who is a Nun? Idk maybe he comes to them and they kinda start to see Gabriel as God or something when he starts telling them he is the true savior? (Just a suggestion Im sure there are many things with this request you can do)

It's fine if not of course, thanks for reading my request either way!

Alt Gabriel x Fem!Nun!Reader

warning(s): mentions of religion, manipulation, reader is a nun, god complex if you squint.

(Y/n) (L/n) had become a nun when she turned twenty-one. She had been feeling unsure and doubtful of her life, and hoped that perhaps some form of religion would give her guidance. And if not, at least she had something to occupy her time. She would make sure the church was kept nice and tidy, ridding any webs and wiping down the stained glass windows, getting rid of dust.

As she entered the church, yet again praying to whoever would hear her, she heard a response. She looked to see who or what was there, letting out a sharp gasp as she spotted a tall man.

“Do not be afraid, my dear. I have great news. I am your true savior.” Gabriel stated, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke, a gentle smile on his face as (Y/n) looked at him in awe.

“R-Really? Is it true? You’re my true savior?” (Y/n) asked, clasping her hands together over her rosemary, making Gabriel hold back a flinch, biting back a hiss as he spotted the cross around her neck.

“Now then darling, there’s no need to wear that anymore. It’s disrespectful to believe in an object as being holier than your savior.” Gabriel stated, his demeanor and tone still calm.

(Y/n) didn’t hesitate, taking off her rosemary, taking out her Bible, and casted them both aside. She only longed to listen to her savior, after all, how else could he have wings? There was no other explanation. She would do whatever he asked of her, no matter what it was.

“There we are, much better. Now, listen to me, and I shall answer all of your questions in due time.” Gabriel stated, making (Y/n) nod as he began to speak, preaching his own teachings, weaving his beliefs with the teachings of the Bible enough to not give away his true intentions.

(Y/n) was shocked as she learned of many new things, including things called ‘alternates’, which helped Gabriel with his teachings. She listened intently, eager to learn more from Gabriel. Gabriel would talk with her for hours at a time, instructing her to not share knowledge of his existence with anyone, telling her he would reward her if she did as he said. So, without thought, she listened. She did everything that was asked of her, and Gabriel enjoyed every second of it.

Once the alternates had been released among Mandela County, Gabriel was quick to sweep (Y/n) away, making up an excuse that she’d need his protection from the sinful creatures. He had her stay in a house away from the downtown area, where his alternates were most active.

Gabriel would use his alternates to scare (Y/n) into staying inside, convincing her that there was no need to visit the church anymore, especially with how dangerous it was to go outside.

He would have her believe that he was preparing for a rebirth of the world, and she was one of the lucky few that would be allowed to live with him. Her faith in him grew and grew, which only satisfied Gabriel, glad to know he had succeeded in gaining an iron grip on her life.

And nothing was going to make him let go.

~fin~

author’s note: sorry for the long wait, i’ve been busy with balancing school and writing, but i hope you all enjoy! i don’t plan to quit posting anytime soon, so please know that i am writing whenever i can! <33