#gabriel ultrakill x reader

[sebluvsmetal]

Hello!!!! I love your work :3 can I get Gabriel Ultrakill and a reader who tries to make nice things for him? Like flower crowns or knitted plushies, just giving him nice things.

thank you so much! here is your request :)

WELL-DESERVED REWARDS

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Oneshot

"What is this for?" Gabriel inquires with a hint of confusion as he grabs the flower crown from your hands and inspects it. "It's a flower crown." You reply bluntly, folding your arms behind your back as you smile at the angel sweetly. "For what...?" He asks again, looking at your form with uncertainty. "It's a reward for all your hard work," you say with a soft laugh, before snatching it from his hands and walking in front of him. "You deserve it." You place the flower crown on top of his helmet, a wide and toothy grin painting your features as you move back to witness his bewildered reaction. "...Humans are such enigmatic creatures," he whispers, as he watches your form walk away with a cheery bounce in your step. ✮ "Gabriel!" A familiar voice calls out, as the angel quickly whips his head around, alerted, hands swiftly flying to his swords. "Woah, calm down," you say in between pants. "It's... just me." You back away with your hands behind your back, as he sheaths his swords once more with a relieved sigh. "What is it, mortal?" Gabriel questions harshly, having been exhausted from his previous battles before encountering you. "I see you're still wearing the flower crown I gave you," you say with a grateful smile, as his hand reluctantly reaches up to his head to feel it. He takes it off his head as you watch with an amused chuckle, before continuing. "I brought you another gift. I know you've been tired today, and I made you a little something." You finally reveal your hands, showing the bear plush you made earlier that day. "Here. It's a bear plush," you hand the soft toy over, as he only looks at you with what you assumed to be shock. His bloodstained hand hesitantly receives the knitted animal, as he brings it closer to his face and redirects his gaze to yours. "Why?" Was the only word he mutters. "Well, bears remind me of you. At first glance, you're big and scary, but you're just a nice guy. Plus, you deserve lots of gifts!" You beam, as his hand holding the bear drops to his side. "...Thank you." He says quietly before turning on his heel, leaving without giving you another chance to respond. "I guess that's big enough of an achievement," you whisper to yourself, going on your own way with a big smile imprinted on your face.

MASTERLIST hope you enjoyed! **first image above is not mine.

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

Hello!, I've been reading your works and i love how you depict each character, anddd I have a request for V1, V2, and Gabriel!

How would they handle a reader who is a bit more rough love (i.e; light punches, gentle shoves, snarky words but an undertone of 'hey i love you'), and tend to be a little more defensive, reason for it being.. anything you want it to be :D Also if its okay, could this be a 'read as platonic or romantic'?

Pumpkin, You're Gonna Kill Me

roughhousing reader headcanons (included; V1, V2, Gabriel)

x reader content (read platonic or romantic)

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V1 - it would take them a while to recognise your actions as affectionate, and would probably result in a bruise or two on your end (you tried punching a war machine, if anything that's your fault) - half of your snarky comments are going to be met by blank stares. while this isn't particularly productive for conversations, they like fucking with you in their own way. you never know if they are offended or if your joke flopped (it's neither, they're a little shit and abuse the fact they don't have facial features) - their genuine reaction to said comments is indifference, they aren't usually the type to be spurred on by words. if you say something with especially poor timing the most they are likely to do is to turn and give you a full body 'did you actually just say that' look - sparring will most likely become a common activity. it gives you a way to express affection in a way you're used to while giving V1 a chance to work on using only as much force as necessary. no weapons are involved on their end, but you would be free to use anything besides a gun (unless you're willing to be a blood donor) - while they were never designed with conflict management in mind (at least not the kind that doesn't involve bulllets) they aren't too bad at it. they will quickly recognise that you get defensive and give you space during conflict. quality time is usually how they comfort you, and if you're feeling particularly defensive and insecure they will offer a sparring session. they would never usually rig a fight in your favour, but giving you a few more chances to hit them usually helps cheer you up - after some time of them getting used to it rough contact will be returned, with less force to account for your squishy exterior. on the odd chance they shove you too hard or use too much force their wings will droop in an apology, that or they will give you a free shot to shove them as hard as you want - while they don't care as much about your defensiveness as some others might, it will still prompt conflict at times. if your ego or insecurity is keeping you from resolving conflict they won't give you a pass. they aren't entirely immune to negative comments, if you end up crossing a line or refusing to admit and accept your mistakes they will distance themself until you apologise V2 - they would probably match your energy, if not take it as a sign you want to spar. such aggresive physical contact is endearing to them, you could hardly hurt them even if you wanted to, so feel free to go all out

- i imagine surprise roughhousing would soon become commonplace, you full on tackling them out of nowhere with a "think fast". it's all fun and games until they do it to you, expect a couple bruises after that - any half-hearted snarky comments would be met with playful glares or a shove in return. despite their—at times—staggering ego, they aren’t particularly bothered by snide remarks, serious or not - the both of you would have a very similar way of expressing affection for eachother. while others would look on with mild shock as the both of you do your best middleschool bully impersonations, the both of you understand what lines you can and cannot cross - this would, however, backfire slightly in regards to emotional vulnerability and conflict. V2 can come off as cold or insensitive at the best of times, this is only worsened when one or the both of you are upset. they aren't particularly equipped for comfort, it will take a lot of effort on both of your parts to work through this, especiallly on V2's half - on a serious and slightly less healthy note, V2 would take advantage of your defensiveness. they know how to prod at you to provoke you. while they would normally have no reason to do so, i imagine if they are particularly annoyed at you they would fall back onto purposefully provoking you - similarly, apologies of any kind are going to be rare. a lot of your conflict resolution is going to boil down to leaving eachother alone for a while, before coming around again with an "are we cool?" Gabriel - it would take him by surprise at first. he isn't used to super casual interactions with other people yet alone anything boisterous. this will probably lead to a few miscommunications — him taking a few snarky comments as genuine insults. while he would come to understand this is how you express comfortability and closeness, he probably won't mimic or play along - even when he knows you don't really mean it, snarky comments will prompt dramatic reactions. such reactions will often be followed by a pause as he realises you weren't serious. he's embarrased every time he misses the joke, but a flustered Gabriel was most likely your goal anyway - the one time he tried to copy your behaviour he accidentaly punched you with much more force than he intended. you received one big ass bruise and a myriad of apologies afterwards - he will eventually become used to your behaviour - well, most of it. i doubt he'd ever get entirely used to that type of physical contact (light or not); he will always jump slightly if you shove or lightly punch him. he isn't scared or angered by any means, merely confused and slightly annoyed. he might understand your reasoning, but it just isn't how he acts, and as such there is always a level of disconnect - he would inevitably clash with your defensive reactions. he has a strong sense of justice and gets especially angered by lying in any form - white lies included. if you don't own up to your faults or mistakes he will be blunt about his disapproval. he won't let you get away with trying to save your ego, he'll expect you to fully apologise for any disrespectful behaviour, wether you see it as disrespectful or not - unlike the others he will eventually prompt you to explain why you act defensive. he wants to know it isn't prompted by anything he is doing. he wants you to feel comfortable with him, both physically and emotionally. he's happy to help you work on it, but most of the effort will still need to be on your end

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thank you very much for the request. as usual requests are always open - i'm thinking i might open up slots for short stories as well - but in the meantime i will take headcanons and music matches. thanks for reading

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Someone who does ultrakill x reader writing let's go!!! Is it possible to ask for Gabriel with a gn reader that's always carrying a stuffed animal around for comfort and would get scared if they don't have it with them?

Ofc! I have a lot of stuffed animals so this is my specialty!

Prompt: Headcanons

Pronouns: GN reader, He/Him Gabriel.

Characters: Gabriel ultrakill!

Gabriel finds it absolutely darling that you carry around at least one plush with you. Not in a condescending way, no no! He thinks it’s cute! Safe to say. Prepare to get even more plushies. Be it a giant teddy bear, or a small little plush the size of your palm. He sees it, you’re getting it. The first time you forget and or loose your plushies, and kinda shut down because of it. Breaks his heart. He hates seeing his love upset… He’s your plush now, at least till he can get you two back home. Once he gets you both back home, he decides something. He’s gonna get you something to easily carry them. So you don’t have to worry about loosing or forgetting them! First he tries a normal backpack but it’s to blunt and doesn’t carry enough, then purse, same problem just less bulky. Then he comes up with an idea, one of those weird scarf things that you can like wear your baby in? Why not do that with plushies! Plus you could get any color, and they aren’t expensive just long pieces of fabric! Perfect for many plushies. Safe to say. You’re basically a walking pillow of plushies when he gets you that. And if you need to take it off for any reason. Now he’s wearing all the plushies! He bought you so many you can make pillow forts out of them!!! Seeing you happy and making sure you’re okay makes him feel like the happiest angel in all of heaven…

I hope you enjoyed!!!

[stereoberryes]

A short story that takes place after the events of Tastes like Defeat and Honey.

Hope you guys enjoy! I finally made an epilogue for my main fic. Took me a bit haha

[devilhazze]

Guys please I'm begging you make to Gabriel Ultrakill x Readers. Please I'm desperate- I don't trust myself to write a good one- guys please-

[bigboipyromaniac]

HEY!

It's been a while since I've posted, but I'm back!

For now...

ANYWAYS I've cleared my inbox and ask so if you requested something, you can re-ask! I just needed a fresh start.

Now here's some of character I'm willing to write

Postal dude (Postal)

Not Important (Hatred)

Hank (Madness Combat) (I'm not writing his full name)

Sanford (Madness Combat)

Deimos (Madness Combat)

Simon Henriksson (Cry of Fear)

James Sunderland (Silent Hill)

Walter Sullivan (Silent Hill)

Harry Mason (Silent Hill)

Gabriel (Ultrakill)

Kiryu Kazuma (Yakuza)

Goro Majima (Yakuza)

Ichiban Kasuga (Yakuza)

Takayuki Yagami (Lost Judgment)

Alucard (Castlevania)

Solid 'David' Snake (Metal Gear Solid)

Raiden 'Jack' (Metal Gear Solid)

Jetstream Sam (Metal Gear Rising)

Venom Snake (Metal Gear Solid)

Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry)

Sebastian Solace (Pressure)

I'll add more when I can :p

Now some things I can do:

Fluff

Smut

Honestly give me anything that's not illegal and I'll do it

Things I won't do:

EXTREAM GORE, like it could be considered a snuff story (I know I have some fucked up characters but plz spare me)

Loli/Shota (ermmm)

Step siblings/ parent

Incest

Anyways I hope I can post more often, and yall enjoy the story

[fanfiction-fantasies]

HEY ULTRAKILL FANDOM

This idea has been rattling in my brain for days now. Enjoy.

Gabriel x Reader, hurt/no comfort.

An angel, severed from the Creator's light because of a lost battle. Dying slowly, it would only take hours for Gabriel's life to be extinguished. Even so, before heading off to correct his supposed mistake, he seeks out his love, the one that holds his heart so gently. A spirit of a fallen human, one unfairly denied entrance to paradise. Warm and loving and bright, everything an angel should have been, everything he was not any longer.

He see the beloved spirit, waiting for him like always, and he feels his heart ache as he shares the news of his imminent demise. The light has been torn from him, he can't live without it. The burning fury is gone.

Instead, the spirit asks if it can be replaced, even if just for a few moments. If a furnace is still intact, why not simply add a different fuel? Gabriel scoffs, unable to think of such blasphemy, even after everything that has been taken from him.

"Our Lord's light cannot be replaced. I am doomed, love."

"...No. I won't accept that."

"What are you-? What!? No! Don't do that!"

The angel tries to remove their beloved hands from his chest, but their form has already started to shift. White flames slowly envelop the little spirit, blurring the form he loved so much.

"You can't! You- You wretch! Blasphemous being! Let go!"

Insults and anger did nothing to make his beloved stop. The flames burned ever brighter, slowly melting into his chest... until all he could feel was love.

He fell to his knees, sobbing pitifully. He reached, grasping at empty air. His beloved was no longer there. He could feel every ounce of love directed towards him, filling him from his fingertips all the way to his glowing wings.

Warm and loving and bright... everything an angel should have been.

[rocultrakillstuff]

hi there!!! could i get general gabriel x gn!reader headcanons?

Of course you can! Here's some Gabriel x GN!Reader Headcanons all prettied up for you and finished with a homebaked gif! I really didn't expect to get a request this soon. Thank you so much for being the first one ♡♡♡

Gabriel x GN!Reader Headcanons (Gabriel x Reader) [Requested]

🐑 ♡ Thank you so much to my dearest Birch for beta'ing these headcanons ♡ 🐑

A general selection of headcanons for Gabriel x a GN!Reader.

Teen and Up Audiences, No Warnings, F/M, M/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Headcanon, Short, Flirting, Fluff, Pet Names, Blood, GN!Reader, Ambiguous Gender Reader, POV Second Person

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 654

Thank you @kiitiikiiwii for requesting this! It's my first time doing HCs, so I did my homework to see what sort of thing I should be doing. Hopefully this lives up to your expectations. Likewise, I decided to mark it as GN! and Ambig! due to the lack of pronouns. Insert away ♡

♡ Flirting is not something Gabriel is accustomed to. So much so, he won’t ever realise this is what he’s doing. When he’s returning your signals, it’s because he is doing it out of mutual respect and appreciation for such fine company. That’s exactly why he seeks you out you upon the thought mere thought of your smile. Of course he lets his hand rest against the side of your arm to get your attention. Why wouldn’t he? He’s matching your kind gestures with the same enthusiasm. He’s complimenting your skills as you compliment him. He is flirting with you in blissful ignorance of what he’s actually doing. To him, the bond you share is irreplaceable.

♡ He finds it exhilarating how you focus his senses like he was in battle. With Gabriel as oblivious to flirting as he is, he is no better at understanding his own feelings when it comes to you. He’s aware of every little thing you do around him, and he will often comment on things out of curiosity or interest. Touch - no matter how fleeting - leaves him restless. Your voice, however soothing it may be to him, does nothing to quell the internal chaos warring in his head. Be it through word of mouth, reflection, or your own confession, he finally realises what it all means. 

♡ When Gabriel figures out how he feels, all that smooth flirting deteriorates to confusion. Suddenly he has to think about his actions in a way he is unfamiliar with. The confident angel you know struggles to be anything more than a new creation unleashed upon Heaven. Fragile eagerness would guide his hand towards you, and his hesitancy would compel him to stop. He would ask for your permission if he ever wanted to be close to you. Your time is a resource he seems infinitely aware he is spending, and yet you reassure him you want to spend it with him. Gabriel wouldn't avoid you. Not when you felt the same way. Yet you would see a vulnerable side to him he otherwise hid behind titles and strength.

♡ Splendor would be his choice of endearment for you. Like the sword that adorns his side, so do you. It seems a fitting title for the object of his affections. When his duties take him far from you, he is able to keep a piece of you with him more tangible than a memory. And when the blood of fallen Sinners coats the blade, he feels a sense of pride about his purpose. He is following God’s will, but he is also ensuring there would never be another rebellion to threaten the life you lead. When the colour of the sword is drowned out entirely by crimson, he would consider the intensity of his feelings - feelings that bled between ideas of love and war. He adores you with the same ferocity he wields his blade. It is a high that leaves his wings unsettled against his back. There was no such thing as mercy for him; only the point of a blade embedded deep in his soul.

♡ When he returns to your side, he finds himself unable to stay away from you. Nor does he stay still. He would chase the same high he felt when you were apart, and you would be swept off of your feet. You’re sparring together regardless of your experience. You’re dancing together with full vigour. You’re listening to him as he tries to teach you all he knows when you’re busy. The few peaceful moments that sneak into your routine are filled with silence, however. While he savours your presence, he continues to think about what he’s feeling. He doesn’t know if it will ever go away. It’s a thought that makes him uneasy. So he’ll keep chasing after you - his Splendor - with the same intensity of the sun even after the fire is gone. He cannot comprehend anything else.

[sebluvsmetal]

Yo! Fellow Ultrakill writer! I've got an idea for you: I hc that when Gabriel has a crush, he'll try to deny it and lowkey be mean to his crush, calling them "blasphemous" or "wretched" as a way to deny his own feelings. How do you think he'd react when his crush just responds with compliments? "Blasphemous being." "Pretty angel."

Hope you have an awesome day/night!

i had fun writing this, thank you for requesting! ^^

FOOLISH MORTAL

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Oneshot

"Why do you bother following me around?" Gabriel grumbles, posture tense as he walks through the halls tainted by the heavy, metallic scent of blood. "You're interesting," you reply, beaming at the angel. "And quite ravishing." You add, giggling playfully. "You are absolutely ludicrous." He spat, turning his head as you flash him a toothy grin. "That's what you love about me, right?" Gabriel's face heated up under his helmet, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly regains his composure, throwing another insult your way. "As if I'd love anything about you," Gabriel replied, kicking a pebble out of his path aggressively. "Well, I love everything about you, angel!" You exclaim, as Gabriel lets out a grunt. "Likewise," he whispers under his breath, as you smirk and walk closer to his frame. "What was that?" He clears his throat, shaking his head. "I said you are a foolish mortal." "Nuh-uh. That's not what you said, pretty angel." You narrowed your eyes, stepping in front of him and blocking his path with crossed arms. "Shut up. You can't even see my face. Now move." With a gloved hand, Gabriel pushes you out of his way and continues walking forward, his pace quickening as you attempt to catch up. "Whatever comes out of your lovely lips, then." You tease, winking at him as he visibly cringes. "You are one blasphemous creature." Gabriel mutters as you feel a sharp glare from under his helmet being sent your way. "And you're quite the beautiful angel." You chuckle, walking alongside the angel. "Shut up."

MASTERLIST i'm sorry if it's too short, but i hope you enjoyed! ♥️ *header from THE CREATION OF ADAM - MICHELANGELO

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

Hii I been reading your works and they came in just in time for my ultrakill brainrot!!

Could I ask for headcanons of Gabriel's reaction to being told "I love you" daily by the reader? My heart craves the fluff

I am loving your writings btw!!❤❤

Until I Found You

reader saying i love you gabriel headcanons x reader content (read platonic or romantic)

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- the first time he hears you say you love him he thinks he is dreaming. he freezes as the words leave your lips. at first it is easy to mistake this for an awkward pause, but mentally he is reeling from how casually you dropped this. proclamations of love were not uncommon in heaven, but that was different. love for the Father was a duty - your prayer and your service. your words were different, this was not duty nor holy obligation. he quickly recovers, passing off the reaction as a lapse of thought to save pride. the hand of God faltering to feeble words

- each subsequent time he falters less, falling into a choked acceptance, but the warmth and enjoyment he feels doesn’t lessen. he doesn’t mean to reply with silence, but he is not yet at a place where he can say it back. he would take a bullet for you, but he feels any words he could reply with are feeble in comparison to what he feels

- it’s a long time before he says it back, the longer it goes on the more he feels he needs to say. it grows to be a burning hole in his chest, flickering in anger at every missed opportunity yet scorching his lips at every attempt

- you receive an impromptu invitation from him to the gardens of Heaven, a promise of a beautiful view of space the bait in his well laid plan. he foreshadows nothing as he picks you up for the date, conversation pleasant if meaningless

- the gardens are all you were promised and more, the frigid blue glow permeating the forests of trees haunting yet beautiful. a crescent ring of white roses encircle a small pond, clear water reflecting the orange and purple of the sky. it’s here he guides you to sit down, entwined hands moving to face palm to palm

- this time when you tell him you love him, he replies. off his lips fall a cascade of words, praises of your character, your actions and your words. he proclaims your presence his rising sun, he bathes in your warmth and treasures every second of sunlight. should he find no everlasting life he will find solace in knowing he spent his time with you

- now with every proclamation of love you gift him, he shares one in kind

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apologies for the wait, i’ve been chipping away at several requests. i greatly enjoyed writing this one, angry angel man is a particular favourite of mine. music matches and headcanons are open

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

May I ask for a "the Council of Heaven(Ultrakill) x Female!Reader Oneshot"?🥺 Or it can be Gabriel(Ultrakill) x Female Headcanon if you don't write for the council. That's all good day!!!♥️♥️♥️

Ima expose myself, I might watch the lore videos, but I’ve only beaten P1….so I don’t have all the lore…cuz I’m scared of sisyphus I can totally do a Gabriel thing tho,

Gotta feed my fellow simps!

Prompt: headcanons(romantic)

Pronouns: She/Her for reader, He/Him for Gabriel.

Character: Gabriel ultrakill.

Gabriel is a devote lover. You’re his one and only! He loves to carry you around, be it walking or flying. bridle style ofc!! He loves to play with your hair, short, long, curly, straight? Doesn’t matter, as long as he can run his hands through it he’s happy! He loves giving little love bites, or kissing your hands. He loves hugging you with his wings, or having you preen them…makes him so so happy. You’re the only person who he EVER takes his armor off around! He loves soft clothes. So. He would steal your clothes. He don’t care if they’re feminine. If they’re soft he steals. He loves keeping you close to him, cuddling is his favorite pass time. He’s not a big fan of PDA, most you’ll get in public is maybe hand hold, and a peck on the cheek…not that he doesn’t love you. Just heaven taught him to be rather reserved. So in public, he isn’t as affectionate. He is the type when he gets home, to rush to find you and pick you up and spin you around (idfc if that’s ooc let me have this.)

Sorry that it’s short! Hope you enjoyed none the less!

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Hello! Can i request something where gabriel from ultrakill has found himself falling for a machine that loves to make art of any kind?

Anon you are spectacularly in lucky because recently (as in, a few hours ago) saw this Tumblr post that gives an idea of V1 being programmed with an understanding and appreciation for Music. That being said? I am taking this person's ideas and sprinting away with them (dear OP of that post: if you see this- I love you and you are oh so smart and inspiring)

That being said- let's get into it :D! Heads up in the beginning it talks about V1 as well, also using it/it's and they/them pronouns for Reader because they are depicted as a robot.

Gabriel x Artist Machine! Reader

Learning Something New

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Machines were cold, unfeeling robots. Their purpose is to destroy.

That's what The Angel Gabriel had initially thought as it had learned of one- V1. And subsequently it had originally appeared this was true. The first Machine he encountered seemed Deadset on destruction- But then observing it, He had made a discovery... In the way V1 Seemed drawn towards the Terminals and their off tune, Drawn towards his own Organ playing- in the way the Machine seemed to play unknown music from it's metallic hull, music Gabriel learned it was composting itself based on it's surrounding. Soon, The angel found himself with a new Predicament- a new thought to plague his full mind. It also learned it possessed curiosity, in the way it observed its surroundings, in the way it would seem out and look over points of interest.

Could Machines care for- And appreciate things like art? Did they know to enjoy? Did they have an understanding of emotions and feel them in some way, even if different than humanity once did?

He tried to dismiss it. Perhaps V1 was simply an anomaly of its own kind. It was apparently the first of it's model- perhaps it was broken, acting outside of what code would allow. As he wandered through the levels of Limbo, drenched in the blood of a recently slain council- he was trying to clear his head... And yet something caught his attention in what should be a destroyed, abandoned layer. He could hear... Music. Music being played from a worn down speaker.

'How Ironic.' He thought to himself. 'First the Infernal Machine investigates these things, and now I've fallen to as well.' Yet such a thought didn't stop him from locating the source of the sound, feet carrying him towards its source.. Turning a corner he was quick to discover a Machine in Similar make to V1, wings folded back and hull gleaming- yet it's hand was Stained Red. 'Blood' he remarked grimly in his own mind. His hands twitched, intending to draw upon Justice and Splendor... Intending to cease this Machines functions. Yet he didn't- merely observed as it crouched down and dragged it's fingers through the pooled blood of the filth and the reached up to the wall it was standing by, tracing the hand over the surface in patterns. The realization came swiftly after... This machine was drawing using the blood it found as paint.

Time stretched on as the once proud Judge of Hell watched this new Infernal device depict a scene with its found materials, listening to the song it seemed to play as their design took shape, something within its mechanical filings of 'memory' given form. The Scene of a Garden Sketched out in blood- it would have made him laugh if he weren't fascinated by the fact they were throwing him for a loop. One Machine liking Art was an Oddity... Two was a Realization. A Realization that what he had been told was another blatant lie crafted by those who used to be above him to control his actions.

Gabriel found himself walking away, but thoughts of the Painter Machine lingered, gracing his thoughts each layer he passed through with something drawn in blood as if it were ink. Scrawlings on walls, floors- even one on a ceiling which truthfully just Impressed him. Treading along he found the new Machine once more drawing on a wall and regarded it almost fondly, stepping a bit closer to see what it was drawing... this time- a step too close, a small stone sent across the ground by his foot. Within an Instant the mechanical head had swiveled 180° to stare at him and his intrusion upon their time, the typical music it would play coming to an abrupt halt. The head stretched out a bit towards him as if studying him. Gabriel found himself frozen in place, thoughts swapping between backing off quickly and drawing his blades to defend himself. Neither action was he able to do before it had approached him.

It seemed to study him and his form, stretching its neck at odd angles that had it been living it would have been very, very uncomfortable. Could he Strike? Yeah. But instead he found himself observing it back- internally chuckling at its height.. do they make these machines short on purpose? His laughter froze as it reached out to him, assuming it was meant to be a blow... But instead Gabriel watched as its hand covered in slick blood began to draw patterns on his white and gold armor as they picked back up playing the same music as it had been moments before, seemingly pleased with having a new surface to draw on. Glancing up at the wall it had been drawing earlier, he realized... It was drawing him. Seems machines can indeed feel curiosity as apparently- it went both ways.

Eventually he was seated on the ground so it could reach better, observing it- as it observed its new canvas in turn. Gabriel made a decision as his arm was lifted so the swirling pattern of blood could be drawn on the Armor's side- perhaps it's time he chose to learn more about the Machines inhabiting Hell- perhaps get answers to the rest of his Questions about them; Starting with this one.

He likes this one.

[lovelylittledummy]

hey so umm,,, i made a Gabriel ai bot on janitor ai............ im still training him but,,,,,

[obbystars]

When Mother Was Here

Synopsis: Kill him. Or let him bleed.

Notes: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader / NO ROMANCE IN THIS ONE / Based off of Zeal’s recent post of a scrapped idea / Angst, hurt no comfort, no happy ending / Sebastian backstory spoilers / Violence / Repeated deaths / I suck at writing people fighting, sorry :( / Spot the Gabriel Ultrakill reference / Short (sigh…)

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

(OUGHHHHH ZEAL I WISH YOU KEPT THIS IN THE WORKS I don’t think you guys know how fast I RUSHED to make this after I saw the post)

Your orders were simple. Kill Z-13, The Saboteur. Otherwise known to you as Sebastian Solace. For once, they equipped you with a weapon but it wasn’t one that’d prove that effective. At least, not one that’d give you such an advantage against the mutant so that you wouldn’t use it against the guardsmen and other staff. You were still an EXR-P, after all. An expendable. They don’t expect you to accomplish this, but it was the EXR-P that was able to find him because he lets them find him.

You figured you’d have an advantage as he may not be expecting you, an EXR-P, to be armed. Maybe even surprise him. However, that turned out to not be the case. Of course, you weren’t the only one tasked with this. Urbanshade needs him to die.

He had killed you just as quickly as the others, but you surprised him the moment he turned his back to you. He heard faint shuffling and the sound of bones cracking behind him and turned back around. Suddenly, you were standing again as if he didn’t just crush your skull into the ground. The blood was there. The cracks on the floor were there. The blood dripping down your head and onto your prisoner uniform was there.

He stares at you in complete shock for a moment, then he lets out a growl.

“I don’t care how many time you come back,” he stands up straight, “I will break you again and again, paint the walls red with buckets of your own blood! I will rip you limb from limb until even the other expendables start to cry for mercy!! I will ENJOY tearing you apart no matter how many times I have to!!”

Sebastian continues to kill you and you continue to get back up on your feet not a moment too soon. You were practically drenched in your own blood, so were the floors and walls with how gruesome some of your deaths had gotten.

You know he’s getting slower and desperate as you kept coming back and continued to manage a hit. He was running out of ammo for his shotgun and his own blood was starting to spill onto the floor. You soon spot a dead guardsman that still had his gun. It was likely it was still loaded. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to, but do or die over and over and over again. It wasn’t like they told you that you couldn’t do it, but as long as it meant the target is killed, then they shouldn’t stop you.

The gun was loaded. If you die now, he’ll take it off of your cold hands. Maybe even break it so you can’t use it. While you could finish the job without it, it’s always better to have something more sufficient for the job.

At one instance, he had managed to grab you but managed to hit him in the head with the weapon Urbanshade had provided to you. You narrowly missed your kill-shot, however, and only hit his shoulder. Still, it was a hit.

The fight’s gotten to the point Sebastian was trying to find a way to get away from you. It didn’t matter how, he just needed to escape and get somewhere safe. His recent failed attempt had you managing to aim your shot to hit his arm. You persisted and aimed your gun as he was making a break for it again.

Click.

Your eyes widened. Of course…

Seeing as you had run out of ammo, Sebastian took this chance to run. You returned to the guardsman still lying right where you found him and reloaded the gun. You looked to where Sebastian had fled to and break into a run. The trail of blood was enough to help you track him down.

You feel exhausted as you continue down the dark hallways. You were practically limping, almost literally dragging yourself to try and catch up to Sebastian. You eventually stumble upon a dimly lit room. You recognized this room. The trail leads into the vent. Yes, you know this room.

As you emerged through the other side, you hear someone sobbing. You spot him in the corner, and the sight made you freeze. You don’t know why you froze, or why you lowered the gun.

“M..mom…?” You watch as he reaches out with a trembling hand. To you? It seems like it, but it’s not you he’s seeing, “Are… Are you there..?”

The grip on your gun begins to falter. Your hands begin to shake as you listen to his cries for a mother who wasn’t here. Begging for her to come back. Maybe you’ve forgotten who exactly you were standing in front of. You’ve read his document. Judging by the years listed of when everything happened, you don’t think you’d be surprised if he was still with his family. His mother.

Someone who was accused and sentenced to death for murder, a murder he was not guilty of. It was only because of the official statement made of his execution that this information was not relayed to him or to his family. His family does not know he’s alive, nor do they know he’s not guilty. All they know is that their son was a murderer.

Why can’t you do it? Put him out of his misery. It should be easy. It’s mercy. End his suffering. They’ll kill you if you don’t do it. He’ll kill you again if you don’t do it. If not you, someone else.

You can’t move.

[comethead]

Devotion (part 2)

MDNI // smut // Gabriel (ULTRAKILL) x Reader

(gender neutral reader, worship, probably blasphemy, creampies, penetrative sex, cowgirl position, no use of y/n)

Part 1 // Ao3 Link

He continues to thrust for a little longer, the wet sounds of your sex echoing sinfully within the walls of the room. When he pulls out, you can feel his semen slide down your legs. Pulling you onto his chest, he sighs and whispers, “You did so well, my little lamb. Your devotion is absolute, and now that you are mine, I will prove myself to you as well.” You nuzzle tiredly into the crook of his neck, nodding. Drifting off, you feel him running a hand through your hair before you jolt awake, back in your own bedroom. You jerk upright, eyes wide. Surely that must’ve been some wild wet dream. Though, the soreness between your legs says otherwise…

[rocultrakillstuff]

Hello there! I've been looking all over for Ultrakill fics and I love the way you write Gabe. Can I request SFW and NSFW Gabriel x AFAB hcs with reader who is girly and pink? She's bubbly and a bit scatterbrained but she means well and likes Gabriel's presence ever since she found him (maybe secretly tying pink ribbons in his armor when he's not looking twist: he knows)

SFW hcs coming up! I love this dynamic, and there's a touch of plot sprinkled throughout. I haven't included NSFW due to the fact that I ask for ID first to prevent minors from accessing sexually explicit material. If you're happy to provide proof of age, then I'll write a part two for you with the NSFW hcs. But for now, I threw you in an extra five SFW hcs to make up for the loss!

Thank you so much for your kind words too! I'm super happy to know people are enjoying these ♡♡♡

SFW Gabriel x Girly!AFAB!Reader Headcanons (Gabriel x Reader) [Requested]

🐑 ♡ Gabriel headcanons are a staple in my diet by this point, give me more ♡ 🐑

A general selection of headcanons for Gabriel x a Girly!AFAB!Reader.

Teen and Up Audiences, No Warnings, F/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Headcanons, AFAB!Reader, Reader Uses She/Her Pronouns, Insecurity, Blood, Gift Giving, Fluff, Flowers, Pet Names, POV Second Person

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 1,589

♡ Buried somewhere beneath the oversized pink cardigan was an angel fumbling her words. All gestures and nervous laughter, you were simultaneously trying to apologise for bumping into him, compliment his armour, and explain that you were lost. That was his first interaction with you, but not the last. With your penchant for looking every which way but forwards as you walk, you would bump into him time and time again. Growing familiarity would lead you to greet him with vibrant enthusiasm each time. Likewise, he finds himself helpless to the whims of fate. When you were lost, he would help you find your way. When you wanted to catch up, he would delight in your company. When you ask him if he wants to accompany you on your walk, he agrees. Who was he to say no? The simple truth is that he appreciates your often fleeting interactions. Conversation flows, and he keeps it no secret that he admires the breadth of outfits you decorate yourself with. Like the pink you wear, you seem to be the embodiment of its symbolism: love itself. Heaven sorely missed that innocence in his eyes.

♡ Who was he to say no? That becomes the sentiment of your budding relationship. Politics, war, and obligation fill most of Gabriel’s time. It is his purpose to engage with those things, and he does so with no complaint. Yet you, with such vigour, would light up Heaven itself with the zeal you express for that around you. No matter how many times you read the same romance novel, you remain engrossed in it from the second you pick it up. He asks to borrow it so he can talk to you about it, and the next thing he knows, he’s your model to style how you please. He is relaxing on pink pillows with you as you paint both of your nails. No matter what you ask him to do, the answer is a resounding yes. Not because he can’t say no, he just relishes being a part of the world as you see it. And he would worry when he realises that the world he is a part of is far detached from yours. Those things he does out of love are contradictory to the experiences you share together. Violence and bloodshed holds no place by your side.

♡ Gabriel is as scatterbrained as you once he begins to worry. Every table is at risk of being knocked over with a hip bump. Corners and doorways become his biggest enemy. The Council aren’t too happy when he shows up late to his summons. The otherwise cheerful angel would become quiet and reserved. Picking up on the sudden change in behaviour was easy, yet you forget to ask him about it the first time. When you see him again, you’ll pull him to the side to ask if he’s okay - apologising for not doing so earlier. There’s so much he would want to say, but he’s at a loss for words until he figures out what he’s experiencing himself. Still, he would reassure you that he enjoys your company. It’s not the answer you deserve, and he knows that like a sword knows death.

♡ There’s nothing to hide anymore when you catch him returning from Hell one day, and everything comes out in a big, bloody mess. You’re holding his hands in the most delicate way as you wash the viscera from them. He’s insisting that he can clean himself up. He says that you can talk when he is presentable. ‘Presentable, presentable, presentable’ - you ask him why he thinks he isn’t presentable the way he is, and he would tell you that you wouldn’t enjoy his company if you saw the things he did. As you begin to wipe down the side of his helmet, you allow it to sink in that you’re there with him. You haven’t left. After that, you let him handle things himself, and he has time to process things alone. For all his pride in his strength, he acknowledges that his ‘worth’ is where he finds himself struggling. He shelters you from the violence, but if he is not a skilled fighter in your eyes, then what is he? Is it enough?

♡ Two things happen. You become the reason why he voices his stress out loud. You also become the person he offers himself to entirely - even the parts that aren’t so pretty. Divided between duty and desire, Gabriel continues to share in your world. The moment he feels the warmth of your arms, he recognises it as the same bliss he’s felt by your side all along. To love love itself with the same ferocity is his driving force. Likewise, the adoration you afford the space around you continues to linger in your eyes when he holds your attention. It’s everything to him. Although, he tells you in confidence that he has no idea what he’s doing. 

♡ Remember the romance novel? That’s Gabriel’s guide on how he is supposed to act until he finds his footing. Sure, some of it is super cliche, but it makes you smile. Books are often your gateway into discussions about your relationship that teach you about one another. The learning curve is nothing more than time spent together enjoying each other’s presence. Every love language is spoken between you in an exploration of comforts and boundaries. His bad pick up lines are just as effective when you use them against him, and there’s no denying that his replication of your favourite written date was sweet. Yet no love stories could compare to the one you were blessed with in your own reality.

♡ Bouquets and various floral arrangements take over your room, rendering it into something akin to a florists in time. Gabriel is the culprit. You buy him flowers once, and he sets about finding you some in return only to realise none suit your particular aesthetic. A few long nights, and he’s hand crafted the perfect collection. It would include laurel leaves, delicate, pink roses, baby’s breath, and a Brindisi lily to accent the display. This isn’t mentioning the fact that he decorates the bouquet with a beaded twine wrap. He’s gone out of his way to learn all their names so he can run you through each one. Symbolism? Gabriel has memorised all that they stand for. The unsuspecting hobby sneaks up on him, and you become the recipient of almost every arrangement he makes, sometimes with your help. It’s relaxing to sit and tend to each flower to the backdrop of chatter or music. Even when picked, flowers don’t die in Heaven, so you’re soon looking for new spaces to put them.

♡ When things are calm, your nights aren’t often alone. Many a time you’ll fall asleep as he reads out loud. The soft down of his wings would envelop you like a blanket, making it hard to stay awake. Even the hushed tone of his voice lulls you to sleep. You never stand a chance. He is careful not to wake you as he takes in your sleeping form. Touch is physical like fighting, something he is accustomed with. Nevertheless, your gentle touch is novel to him, and despite the occasional insecurity, he savours how your hand fits in his. The brush of your side feels like a satin robe. When you kiss his cheek, he is reduced to a stammering mess. Gabriel is holding you as tight to his body as he can when he gets the chance. A feeling of needing more encompasses him regardless of whether you’re in his embrace or not. He is going to wear your jumpers to feel close to you if you let him because there is never ‘enough’.

♡ You’re his light. Gabriel thought about this for some time - what he’d call you, that is. Hope is something he has regardless, and to call you his love doesn’t feel sufficient. As divine as you are, light seems fitting. But that is not the sole reason why he deems it appropriate. He finds you when he looks up past Heaven. Everywhere in the universe there are the same, twinkling lights of the stars above. They are a constant reminder of how much care was placed into the creation of literally everything that anyone will ever interact with. And somehow you are a devoted vessel for the same light be it through nature or nurture. Galaxies can only envy the life that you carry within you. Perhaps that is why you’re always so energetic. No one soul can contain such magnitudes of endless spirit within them and manage to restrain the outpouring of expression that comes with it.

♡ While he hasn’t told you yet, there is something you do that brightens up every interlude in your shared time. Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, so he pretends not to notice you tying pink ribbons to his armour. On occasion, you’ll surprise him and slip one past his attention. Those times are far and few between though. It warms his heart when he feels the slight tug against his body signalling a bow being tied in secret. Then, in the privacy of his own room, he’ll remove it and sew it down the arm of one of his shirts. He’s five ribbons in on either sleeve, and they provide a burst of colour on the white canvas. One day he’ll show it to you. Until then, he’ll continue to collect each and every ribbon you hide on him.