#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]

what are your headcanons of their preferred traits and personalities in a s/o? (i don't know if you have a character limit but if you wouldn't write all 4 maybe both v1 and minos?)

Their Type

preferred traits in their s/o headcanons (included characters; V1, V2, Gabriel, Minos)

x reader content (read platonic or romantic)

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V1

- they would prefer someone more talkative compared to quiet, lacking the ability to speak they love to hear their s/o talk and are always willing to hear a rant about something they love/hate. they are a very engaged listener and will prompt you to continue even if you get embarrased, they will never not find your passion on a subject to be annoying - similar to themselves they appreciate a partner who has a creative spark. they will be your greatest supporter and would love working on any creative pursuit with you. if you are knowledgable in music they will help write sheet music for you, composing new songs about both their life experiences and yourself - V1 is quite adventurous and as such would appreciate a partner who could at least keep up with them, preferably having a similar enthusiasm for such escapades. they do appreciate lazy days from time to time but as they are incapable of feeling physicaly tired they tend to have an insatiable need to move - a song to represent the relationship would be Back to You by WILD

V2

- somewhat similar to V1 they would prefer a partner who is more talkative, though they like a partner with fire to them, someone who can and will backtalk or is open to teasing. they see such interaction as a challenge and a way to show that they do not underestimate their partner, they will only challenge what they believe you can meet - a partner who is decisive would also be appealing to them, they aren't insensitive to anxiety but they find confidence in yourself to be much more attractive - they would find passion and skill to be appealing. V2 appreciates a partner who is capable in their own right, someone who applies themself to their work and is willing to dedicate to a task for the pleasure of mastering something would find themselves in good company around them. such a shared passion for mastery would help them feel understood - a song to represent the relationship would be love u lately by Laica

Gabriel

- a partner who is caring or empathetic towards Gabriel would be especially attractive to him, he finds showing kindness to himself to be difficult, and having a partner willing to give him the break he denies himself is appealing - he would find spirit or enthusiasm for life to be appealing in a partner, so much of his life has been dictated by duty and task, a partner who finds the concept of living and the human experience to be enjoyable/inspiring would inspire a similar enjoyment of life in himself - gentleness would be similarly appreciated, the only tenderness he has been shown was your touch, such a disposition would show him a new way to interact with the world. he finds himself prefering to avoid violence after being shown it is an option - a song to represent the relationship would be Sunlight by Hozier

Minos Prime

- being an older soul Minos would find maturity similar to his own to be attractive. he expects a certain level of emotional literacy in his partner and finds childish behaviour to be exasperating - being a good conversationalist would similarly be attractive. good conversation is an art, being able to convey ideas in an engaging way similar to him would lead to many a pleasant afternoon, simply being in eachother's company enough to entertain - having a well read partner would be appealing to him as he is very knowledgable about both the arts and history, being able to have an engaging and lengthy talk about such topics would give the both of you a better understanding of eachother's thoughts and views on the world and he finds such a connection important to a strong relationship - a song to represent the relationship would be Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier

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many thanks for reading, sorry about the wait and the brevity of each section, i'm prioritising getting requests out. again sorry for the wait, ive been sleeping most days away due to the cold. a small apology for Gabriel's section, many of the traits do fall into the "having to teach a man basic human decency" category however i believe this is the one of the few cases where it isn't toxic. also let's be real here, we all love a good 'i can fix him' moment when the man isn't a raging asshole

small inquiry, would anyone be interested in being assigned a song for their relationship with an ultrakill character? similar to what i included in this post however i will elaborate on it. i will tag it seperately so they can be blocked if unwanted, but i thought that may be cute. if i get an anon or two giving the go ahead i will open my requests to such an idea

[huerig]

Especially for those who would also like to restore their mental balance with the help of the boobs of the Archangel... <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

[kshgehdj]

plush

English is not my first language, I apologize if it is not understandable.

To do this, I had to use the translator.

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V2, Gabriel, and V1 reacting to seeing you with plushies of them and giving more attention to their small, huggable versions than to the real ones.

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V2:

He was watching you from across the room, arms crossed and that mechanical eyelid furrowed. In your arms rested a soft—and damn adorable—version of him.

You were cradling it like some kind of treasure, pressing your cheek against its face while letting out quiet little giggles.

You had kissed it.

Three times.

He had counted.

V2 felt a crackling jolt of electricity run down his spine. It was annoyance, yes—but also a ridiculous sting of jealousy he never thought he’d feel toward a scrap of fabric and cheap stuffing. He had seen everything: how you sat them beside you while eating, how you tucked it into bed before going to sleep, how you gently stroked that… that crude imitation of himself.

He had protected you, saved you more times than you could count.And this was your way of repaying him?

Without saying a word, he crossed the room with determined steps. He looked you straight in the eyes, grabbed the plushie, and yanked it out of your arms. Before you could protest, he flung it somewhere across the room without a second thought.

Then, without wasting time, he threw himself at you, hugging you tightly and pressing his face against your neck—a possessive, almost theatrical gesture.

You didn’t need a copy when you had the original right there with you.And he wasn’t going to let you forget it.

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Gabriel:

At first, rather than jealous of the attention the plushie version of him was getting, Gabriel seemed fascinated—he even asked to see it up close.

You handed it to him without a second thought. He held it gently in both hands. His eyes studied every detail: the white and gold chestplate of his armor, the pauldrons, the loincloth... even his wings were there—small and fluffy.

His own wings fluttered slightly behind him, almost unconsciously.

Cute, chubby, and soft.

A part of him couldn’t help but find it… charming.

After a moment, he returned it to you carefully. That’s when he noticed how lovingly you hugged it, how your lips kissed the plushie’s face with affection.

Something stirred within him—subtle, but uncomfortable.

He didn’t quite understand it, but he didn’t like it.

It wasn’t jealousy—or at least, he wouldn’t admit it easily—but the way you looked at that tiny version of him was starting to bother him more than it should.

He said nothing; instead, he moved to sit beside you on the couch. He watched you in silence as you pressed the plushie to your chest, so distracted, so excited.

That’s when his hands slid gently around your waist, pulling you effortlessly into his lap.

He heard you murmur his name, but he didn’t respond.

His arms wrapped around you completely—firm, warm—while his face rested softly against your shoulder.

The plushie ended up trapped between the two of you.

You were his. And no cloth replica could ever change that.

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V1:

Warning: Hostile target detected.

You didn’t even have to say anything—just holding that plush version of him was enough to trigger something inside V1.

And it wasn’t anything remotely cute.

He didn’t understand why that piece of fabric had your attention.

It didn’t shoot.

It didn’t bleed.

It didn’t do anything remotely useful.

And yet, you were cradling it in your arms like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

A soft, squishy version of him?

Seriously?

He looked at you, then at the plushie, then at you again.

And without warning, V1 lunged forward.

The sound of ripping fabric echoed through the room. The poor plush didn’t even get to exist properly before its head was torn clean off its shoulders.

He held it up like a war trophy… and then, without a shred of mercy, threw it out the window with enough force to make sure it never came back.

Mission accomplished.

Dominance restored.

He turned to you with the same intensity he’d used to destroy his stuffed double, and before you could say a word, he launched himself at you with all the grace of a washing machine falling from a second story.

“V1, get off me!”

But V1 had already declared victory.There was no room for rivals in this house—not even the plush kind.

[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-

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Ultrakill - Gabriel x Listener - Gabriel Attempts To Comfort You (He's Not Great At It)

[M4A] [Established that you've met before] [Platonic] [You are a husk in limbo] [Pre-events of the main game] [Mentions of lore] [Comfort?] [Gabriel is Gabriel so... not the best at comforting but you are his favourite human (though he'll never tell you that... yet)] [Religious themes]

So um I um... After seeing a lot of cool fanart I finally carved and learnt about Ultrakill and... I sort of have fallen very quickly and very deep and I recorded this 6 hours after watching a lore video on the game and I hope it sounds like Gabriel. And this is an earnest attempt at a comfort audio, I know the fandom loves to meme but I hope I don't get picked on or anything for making this. I just like making comfort audios with characters, and some people do use fandom characters for comfort, yes even an asshole like Gabriel. He may be an asshole... but he's my asshole now. I just worry people will think this audio is a joke since the only Ultrakill character ASMR's I could find were jokey meme ones, but this is an honest real attempt at a Gabriel comfort audio. I just love characters and I love making comfort audios so I hope this isn't laughed at in a mean way. /gen

Anyway yeah this is like what happened with Astarion all over again. (For those who don't know, I discovered Astarion and watched all of his cutscenes and then recorded my first audio as him just a few hours after finding out about him. Sometimes I fall into these guys pretty fast.) And thank you to my Discord members who encouraged this madness.

And to anyone thinking this was an hour late, no it wasn't, daylight savings may have happened in the USA but they don't happen in the UK for another three weeks.

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[beetlebug149]

Gabriel x Machine!Reader

Warnings: Typical cannon violence, religious content (later chapters will include loss of virginity and religious guilt) MINORS DO NOT READ

Surprisingly Gabriel did miss the humans. He of course, wasn’t fond of sinners, but the emptiness of the place gave him the chills. He was sent to find and destroy a few robots causing chaos in what little peace was left of the place.

What he did not expect was to find a broken down machine in Lust. Between the buildings he’d heard something moving, it was abnormal to find anything live and moving in this town. The apartments lied empty, a whisper of the bustling disgusting city this used to be. He was snapped out of his thoughts by an awful scraping noise. His eyes landed of the pitiful thing. Its metal was coated with rusted. Every movement it made sounded painful, if machines could even feel pain. He hovered above it, watching it closely. It didn’t seem to be causing any trouble, but the way its motors sputtered and struggled to move the thing forward hurt his soul.

He came down to the ground, his boots lifting up a bit of dust. The machine’s head snapped up towards him. Its gears whirling harder as it tried to lunge for him. Its legs were very off balance and it went tumbling to the ground. “You poor soul. What is it you need? Blood? Is that all your kind comes down here for?” He spat. It lifted its head weakly off the ground. He could hear the hum of mechanical parts as it slowly stood back up.

“H…help.” It rasped. Gabriel’s blood ran cold. How could it speak? He’d never seen or heard one of these machines speak before. He rushed to the creature's side. Upon closer inspection it seemed completely mechanical, except for what appeared to be a prime soul trapped inside of it. He had never seen anything like it. “H..hurt.”   Of course he couldn’t just leave it here. You would certainly die, and you seemed to be the only other sentient creature down here besides him and the other primes. He scooped the broken thing up into his arms. Slowly flying up to purgatory. It was the only place he could think of. He wasn’t sure he could take you up to heaven. You were down here for a reason right? ~ You were thirsty. It felt like it had been years since you’d eaten or drank anything. The sun beat down on you endlessly. The sand coated your body. It hurt. You heard the sound of slaughter at some point. You weren’t sure where it came from, it was hard to focus on anything but your thirst and how hot the sun was on your…flesh. You lifted up your head weakly. You could see the outline of something blue.

It was covered in blood. It stank of death and violence. You hoped it came here to end you. You closed your eyes, hearing its metal feet stomping across the sand. Finally, it was all over. You were going to be able to rest. Your body relaxed and you let out a soft sigh. But nothing came, no blows, no punches, no pain. The next thing you remember is finally being out of the sun. It's cool here, the city lights emit a gentle glow on your…skin. You finally get some reprieve. You try to stand, your legs are shaky and feel wrong. You hear the grind of metal against metal. Your heart sank for a moment.

You shakily lift your hands up to your line of sight, instead of flesh and bone, you find metal. You want to scream, but you can’t. Your..blood…runs cold. Everything hurts. You thought you were still human…you thought the horror was finally over.

In your confusion you try to lash out at the thing walking towards you. If it spoke, it didn’t register to you. You collapsed head first into the ground. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the distress of you realizing you were no longer human.

The next thing you knew, the pain was gone. It was replaced by the eerie feeling of bird chirping. Normally, that would be comforting, but it sounded…wrong. You let out a shaky breath, your chest rattling and squeaking as you did.

You sat up, looking around at your new surroundings. This place looked peaceful, but a bit off. The sky looked fake, the air smelled clean, a bit too clean. The figure was still there. You wanted to jump up and defend yourself, but your rusted joints wouldn’t allow it. “What do you want?” You snapped, pulling your limbs closer to your body to cover what you think is still your vital organs. The figure appeared to be an angel, his body was large, his wings let off a soft and subtle glow. He had a helmet on, his voice didn’t seemed muffled by it. “I wanted to help…are you feeling any better?” His voice was soft but stern, he spoke in a strange way. Not that you really remembered what it was like to be human, but the way he spoke seemed off. “I can’t move... Help.” You said flatly, you assumed this thing wouldn’t help you. Why would it? Every creature down here was out for blood or suffering or just defending itself. You knew that. But the angel disappeared. Its like you blinked and he was gone.

Maybe you were losing it? Or this was your last few moments on this Earth? Who knows, you felt unconcerned and uncaring. Nothing matters in a place like this, you wished the thing would’ve let you die where you laid, or just put you out of your misery.

Yet here you still stand, heart? beating and all. You laid down on the fountain in the middle of this room. You turned to face the water. Watching it rush down the marble and make a relaxing sound. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment. When was the last time you could relax? You weren’t sure.

“I was able to find this on the surface. No one really goes there anymore, and you surely aren’t allowed there, but this should help.” The voice startled you. You turned to face it. The angel. He was back and holding a bottle of something. You slowly sat up to face him, seated on the edge of the fountain. “Thank you.” You responded flatley. You noticed how different your voice sounded than what you remember it sounding like. He approached you, leaning down and applying the liquid inside the bottle to your joints. They began to loosen up, and you finally felt the pain subside. You let out a soft sigh of relief as you flexed your body, finally able to move in a full range of motion. 

“There you are, machine. You should be able to move normally now. I would advise staying here and not killing any residents.” You weren’t sure there were any “residence” to kill here. It was dead silent, but regardless you nodded your head. “Have you seen another machine? Its blue.” You took a long moment and then recalled the desert. The sweltering heat. And…another figure. You nodded your head again. “Yes…in the desert, he was killing things.” Your face contorted in the memory of the intense pain and suffering you experienced there. You felt a shudder creep up your spine. The angel placed a hand on your head. The weight of it surprised you, as if you hadn’t been convinced he was real. He pat your head. “Thank you. You’re saving what’s left of Hell with your information ,machine.” Your heart suddenly sank. Hell? You’re in hell?! You suddenly screamed, and clutched your head. The angel looked shocked and scared. He loomed over you, unsure what to do. “What is it? What happened? Are you hurt?” “I’m…I’m in hell?” Your body shook, you figured you would be crying if you had tears to cry. You looked up at the angel, his eyes full of concern and confusion. “Yes…yes of course you’re in hell, where did you think you were?” His calmness of the situation made anger rise in you. You hadn’t been an amazing person, but you were by no means a dirty sinner either. You swiped at him, your metal claws hitting his armour. He jumped back, you both stood still, watching each other, before you lashed out. “Get the fuck away from me.” You spat coldly. He looked wounded, but slowly retried further from you before disappearing from your view. You curled up on the cold marble of the fountain, and let the water sounds lull you into deep thought. Not sleep of course, you couldn’t sleep anymore, you were dead. 

That fact filled you with dread.

[ultrakill-confessions]

sometimes I talk to ai chatbots of Gabriel then I get to flustered and close the app

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[trashghost18]

Someone should make a fic of Gabriel from Ultrakill inspired by sister by she wants revenge.

[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]

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

[kshgehdj]

An archangel in love acts strange.

One shot of Gabriel x reader.

Warning: Gabriel acting a bit strange with a sleeping reader

English is not my first language, I apologize if it is not understandable.

To do this, I had to use the translator.

The door shut with a dull thud behind you; more from the weight of your exhausted body than any real intention.

The day had been complete chaos. One of those days where fatigue clings to your bones and every thought narrows down to "I just want to sleep."

There was no dinner, no shower—you didn’t even bother to change out of the clothes you’d worn all day. You simply dragged your feet across the floor, dropping your things in the first empty corner of your room.

Your bag landed on the ground, your coat half-hanging from the back of a chair. Even taking your shoes off seemed like too much work; they remained awkwardly halfway removed.

You collapsed onto your bed, crumpling the blankets beneath you. You didn’t bother to move them to cover yourself properly—you simply lay there, sprawled across your soft mattress.

And as your breathing grew slower and deeper, sleep began to wrap around you with its warm, quiet embrace.

The silence in the room was thick but comforting, broken only by the faint hum of household electronics and the distant murmur of the city.

You barely stirred, already drifting into the world of dreams, hugging a pillow far too big for your body.

And it was in that moment—between the small, vulnerable space that existed between your dreams and your silent room—that the atmosphere changed drastically.

A glowing shadow took form in the doorway, barely touching the ground, until a full figure emerged.

Gabriel was there.

Standing at the edge of your bed.

Watching you.

A soft glow bathed the room, cast by Gabriel’s halo and his blue wings, gently caressing the walls, the floor, and the face of the one he couldn’t stop looking at.

The slow but steady rhythm of your breathing caused your chest to rise and fall.

The faint furrow in your brow, as if even in your dreams you still had things to do.

A rebellious strand of hair falling across your face, brushing the corner of your lips…

You were…

Human.

So imperfect, so fragile—and yet, something about you had ensnared him from the very moment his eyes first met yours. He couldn’t recall the context, or the excuse, but he remembered how everything around him had blurred the moment he saw you, how his heart began to beat erratically and his breath caught in his throat.

He shouldn’t be here.

He shouldn’t be watching you sleep like you were some kind of hidden miracle.

It made no sense.

He wasn’t supposed to feel anything.

Not for a being so… fleeting.

But he couldn’t help it.

His gaze traced every line of your face, every unconscious movement you made, as if trying to memorize you—fearing that if he looked away, even for a second, you might cease to exist.

"What is this that consumes me? This longing that stirs within me with no reason, no logic?"

I have faced and slain thousands—those who dared defy the word of the Holy Council.I am the righteous Hand of the Father, the Will of God...So why do I falter now at the sound of a mortal's peaceful breathing?

Gabriel's brow furrowed slightly as he continued watching you from the edge of your bed.

Why you?Why do you ensnare me so effortlessly, without a word, without even looking at me?What power lies within you that even I—anointed in the Father's Grace—cannot resist?

He moved, taking a slow step forward, careful not to make the floor creak beneath his weight and reveal his presence.

The soft light of his halo illuminated your face as he leaned slightly over your sleeping form, eventually lowering himself to one knee beside your bed.

A trembling sigh escaped his throat.

"Why did the Father make them so small?" he muttered to himself, the words more of a breath than a question.

From this new angle, he could see you more clearly—details hidden by distance and the shadows of night now came into view.

The faint circles beneath your eyes.The slow, gentle rise and fall of your chest with every breath.

His gaze dropped lower… to your slightly parted lips.

His breath hitched, a shiver running through him.

His hand—that hand which had wielded a sword with unwavering conviction countless times—now rose to brush his trembling thumb across your lips.

A fleeting touch.

Delicate.

Unnecessary, yet utterly irresistible.

His wings twitched behind him, a restrained movement that betrayed the turmoil within him.

He knew what he was doing.

He knew he shouldn’t.

He knew it all too well—

SNORE.

A sudden, raspy snore shattered his moment of reverie like a bell crashing to the floor.

Gabriel flinched, jerking back with a sudden, sharp sound as he moved too quickly; one of his wings even struck one of your shelves.

He froze on the spot.

Conteniendo la respiración, observando su rostro dormido en busca de cualquier señal de movimiento.

Pasaron los momentos, cada uno interminable para Gabriel, pero tú no te moviste. Para su inmenso alivio.

He finally exhaled, the breath shaky and quiet. Still on one knee, he could feel his heart—or whatever was closest to one in him—pounding beneath his armor. His shoulders dropped slightly, tension giving way to a quiet, flustered surrender.

The blush on his cheeks, however, remained.

And so did the aching flutter in his chest.

He didn’t dare speak.

He simply looked at you for a few seconds longer, as if your very existence were a sweet kind of damnation.

And he knew.

He had to leave.

Now.

Before he did something else foolish.

But a sudden movement froze him in place again.

He watched as you shifted under your blankets, your brow furrowing slightly; a shiver ran down his spine.

Without fully opening your eyes, you rolled over, still half-asleep.

The cold air seeping in from the open window had stirred you awake.

With dragging steps, you got up and made your way toward the window to shut out the night breeze.

Your movements were sluggish, driven more by instinct than awareness.

By the time you reached it, Gabriel was already gone.He wouldn’t let a mere mortal see him in such a state.

Just as you were about to return to your bed, you noticed something you weren’t expecting to find.

There, resting beside your bed, was a long feather—faintly glowing with an ethereal shimmer.

Pale blue, with soft iridescent highlights that shifted subtly depending on the angle.

You bent down to pick it up, holding it between your fingers for a moment, examining it with a hint of confusion.

“Again...?” you murmured softly as you stood up.

“This is the fifth one this week.”

You turned slowly back toward your bed, but not before placing the feather on your nightstand—right next to the others.

Then you settled back into the warmth of your sheets, and with a soft yawn, let sleep take you once more.

[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

[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)

Kuzan Aokiji (One Piece)

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

[theforlorne]

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]

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 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 ♡

Apologies for the second tag as well, I'm moving all my stuff from my sideblog to my main!

♡ Imagines and Headcanons Masterlist ♡

♡ 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.

[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.