#tmc gabriel x reader

[doukeshi-kun]

𝙖𝙡𝙩!𝙜𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 + 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

notes ✥ omg keshi finally writes another character??

content ✥ gn!reader, petnames (my child, little lamb, dearest), alt!gabe is being creepy but nothing serious, is this horror or an attempt

“I really can't thank you enough.”

“Oh, dearest. You have repeated such gratefulness so many times.”

“I-I know. It's just… you know, it's dangerous out there at this hour and you went through the trouble to get me some groceries.” You sigh as you unpack the groceries that your friend had bought for you. He is just standing right at the entrance of your kitchen, watching you. His stance is straight and tall.

You met ‘Gabriel’ through an internet online space. Though you know the danger of technology these days, especially in Mandela County, you cannot help but keep connecting with Gabriel. After several online conversations—both of you decided to go out for a friendly date, as you call it.

And you are glad that you decided to continue talking with him in that online space. Fortunately, he is not an Alternate or some kind of monster you have heard stories about. Gabriel looks like a literal angel—his skin is fair and flawless, his hair is blonde and long. Though he looks slender from afar, he is much more toned than you expected. His eyes are sharp and dark—for some reason, his gaze is full of mystery as if he possessed some kind of forbidden knowledge. Plus, his gaze does feel a bit malicious—but that's probably your imagination.

“Is it that dangerous?” Gabriel asks as you are unloading stuff into your fridge. You pause and turn your head towards him, confused. Is he unaware of Alternate’s existence?

“W-Well… Yes.” You say. “Have you never experienced any… paranormal encounters?” You ask. As you remember correctly, Gabriel has said he has been here in Mandela County since long ago. He looks older than you—it is very likely he has seen some shit, no?

Gabriel instead smiles before he cackles. His cackle does not sound humanly for a quick second before he eyes you again. “Right…” He says before he leaves the kitchen. You frown, confused by his strange act. He feels… off, tonight.

You shrug and continue to arrange the stuff in your fridge before you hear a loud thud coming from the living room. You rush out from the kitchen, only to find nothing out of the ordinary in your living room.

Your living room is dark, lacking any lights other than the moonlight from the window. You look around, trying to find Gabriel. He wouldn't just leave unannounced, right? He is a polite man.

“Gabe?” Your small voice echoes in the room. “Gabe, where are you?” You ask again as you walk slowly to the door, making sure it is locked—it is a basic step to avoid confrontation with any Alternate after all.

You check the window and for a second, you see Gabriel's reflection in the glass—he is standing at the kitchen’s entrance, with a strange wide grin on his face. You gasp, turning around quickly, only to find no one is standing there.

And the first thing that comes to your mind is just—you are having an encounter.

Breathing hastens, legs fasten, you run to your room and immediately, you slam the door shut and twist the lock. You drag the stool from your dressing table and block the door with it.

“The window…” you mumble, remembering the only window you have in the bedroom. You rush there and push the curtain away to check the lock. However, you notice that the night sky which is supposed to be illuminated with moonlight has turned solid black.

There's no cloud waving away, there's no moon shining through. A complete darkness.

“My, my.”

Your fingers are shaking and your fingertips feel numb as you notice a very tall man in a white robe, dark eyes and sinister grin standing just right behind you from the reflection on the window. He is staring at you, right at your reflection.

Your throat is struggling to make a noise, even a simple call for help. Even when your body has a little courage to take an inch step back, you only stumble against his chest and it dooms on you when you realize how close he is right now to you and how dangerous this situation is.

You don't even know if praying even helps.

And yet, your heart is repeating prayers to God, asking Him to forgive all your sins, give you an ounce of mercy and save you from this misfortune—just save me, save me, God, please save me, help me, help me, help me

“It is almost endearing to hear you beg for me to save you from myself, my child.”

His voice is a deep haunting whisper as he brings his hand—his fingers are strangely slender and long, his nails are sharp—and traces your face with the tip of his nails. You shut your eyes, trembling in fear as you feel slight pain from the tiny scratches on your skin.

“God, h-help me, h-help…” The words come out like a string of cries—and the being behind you just laughs, mocking your fruitless prayer. You refuse to open your eyes, in fear you might stare back into his reflection.

Gabriel’s hand strokes your cheek before you feel his touches slowly leaving you. He traces his finger from your cheek to your neck and down down to your spine before it retracts away.

“I have feared my little lamb too much, it seems. It was fun to play with you for a moment, my dear. I will see you tomorrow. Do not hide. I will find you.”

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[lumierexfics]

Alt Gabriel x reader but the reader is stubborn to anything he says and does the opposite of anything he says to do, for example: “Dove, could you do the dishes please?” The reader would do 2 dishes, if not, none

Chat Log Name : The Devil didn’t make me do it!

Chat log description : Alternative Gabriel ‘tries’ to understand the reader who is surprisingly stubborn.

Online users : Alternative Gabriel, Reader

A/N : Gabriel is going to be very OOC!

-> ao3 link

You crossed your arms, wearing your winter clothes. Tightly bundled up and the cold air brushed against your face while you looked down at the freshly fallen snow as you hated listening to Gabriel since he could never understand your emotions.

‘Fitting for something that isn’t human to not—‘, you thought.

“Fitting for something that isn’t human to not,” he said. “Fitting what, my dove? Aren’t you going to finish the thought?”

You jolted and turned to him, the crunching of the snow underneath your shoulder. Hated when he would appear at random.

“Stop that!” You stated. “Don’t do that, Gabriel!”

His head turned to look at you with empty eyes, wearing simple winter clothes that weren’t too puffy but looked somewhat comfortable.

“Stop what?” He inquired. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted you to finish your thought, now finish it.”

Gabriel’s eyes peered into your now trembling body. His smile only stretched further, too many teeth in a smile while soft whispers came to your ears.

“That isn’t…Fitting for something that isn’t human to not understand emotions—human emotions,” you stammered.

“Good,” he said. “Now, you feel so better. Let’s go back inside.”

“No,” you said. “I haven’t been outside in weeks, Gabriel. I don’t want to go back inside.”

Gabriel somehow managed to convince you back into the house as you didn’t want to be inside; too stuffy and suffocating. He remained, festering at the sight of a cut on your finger and watching how you repaired your own finger.

“Why did you wash the knives first?” He asked. “You should’ve started with bowls.”

“Because I wanted to, Gabriel,” you replied.

You stopped washing the dishes and wiping your hands on a dry rag while you leaned on the doorframe. You finally looked up at him, seeing something that wasn’t him.

[yeowhy]

[ “The Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy.” ]

cw :; smut [ Gabriel/M!Reader :: corruption kink, guided masturbation, praise kink, voyeurism, pet names (reader receiving), p.w.o.p, no actual penetration . . there definitely will be if I do a second portion, though!! ] FEM DNI. extra ;: tall gabriel. very tall (though not mentioned). yummers. reader is a follower of gabriel, but not an alternate. . oh! Gabriel is referred to as "Mister Gabriel" once. this was also requested!!

a/n :: my mother had just invited me to a church class and I was going to decline until I got this request . . i ended up going for some ideas. ⭐️ THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOFREAD. we die like jonah/adam; foolishly. ( forgive me for that . . )

Gabriel ( despite being who he is ) isn’t someone who necessarily gets aroused or has any kinds of those thoughts . .

but when it comes to you, however.

just the thought of taking your innocence, whether it be forcibly or consensually, is enticing.

just look at you! his loyal, innocent, dear, follower. he can’t help it,

he wants to teach you anything he can that you aren’t aware of, or have ever tried. whether it be sexual, or not. he wanted to plague and corrupt you and your mind.

gabriel’s thin yet firm hands traced your face, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, smiling. not the smile he’d use when intimidating or revealing himself to the people in the county, full of malice and greed, but a different one. he seemed happy. . excited.

“ my dear dove,” the false angel cooed, holding your face in between his hands as if it would break with one false move, “ would you like to learn something . . new, today?”

he starts by saying that what he'd be teaching you would bring you closer to him, and would strengthen your bond and loyalty. .

and, of course, you believe him. as a loyal follower of gabriel's, of course you would!

the false archangel's hands begin to creep farther up your chest, underneath the plain, white, dress shirt you had been wearing previously. he stared down at you, face seeming concentrated and stern as his fingers began to lightly tweak and pull at your nipples.

small gasps and whined slipped from you, confused on what was going on and what gabriel was doing. . but you trusted him. he had said the teachings you were going to receive would strengthen your fellowship, so might as well go through with it. there was no backing out now, anyway. .

" mm- mister gabriel? " you mumbled softly, not sure if it would be alright to speak at such moment. what were you even meant to do, anyway? just sit and watch?

" yes, my dove?" he replied, voice soothing and calm. he stared into your eyes, smiling that excited smile again, stopping all movements to pay full attention to what you were going to say.

you gulped now that all his attention was towards you, nervously staring down at his hands as they rested against your chest. " wh- what am I supposed to do? surely all the work isn't just on your part. ."

you were so innocent and adorable.

" mm. you're right," the other replied. " turn around for me, dear. I'm going to show you an . . exercise, and then then you do it on your own. alright?" a simple nod from you was given, turning around so your back was pressed against his upper body.

slowly, he took your hand into his, slipping them both underneath your pants and undergarments, taking hold of your already half hard cock. " oh?" gabriel mumbled to himself, smiling to himself against your neck.

a sharp inhale came from you, beginning to squirm and shake. " ah - did I do something wrong?" you tilted your head back, looking up at the 'angel.' you poor thing, sensitive and worried . . he almost felt bad for how he was going to plague your mind and fill it with filth.

gabriel shook his head, beginning to guide your hand around your cock. he slowly moved your hand, squeezing slightly below your tip so you would follow - small gasps and moans falling upon gabriel's ears. you sounded so delightful.

" good boy."

now that was shocking. your legs tensed, starting to close together from those two simple words. meaningless praise that had you reacting this way, it felt surreal. there was a soft yet strong pressure building somewhere in your body . . but then it ceased. just when Gabriel's hand had pulled his and your hands away together.

you panted repeatedly, legs shaking still as your back slumped against his chest. it felt so tiring, even when you had barely done anything. " now, dove, try it yourself. " Gabriel commanded, humming contently as his hands pulled your pants and underwear down mid-thigh so he could observe properly.

slowly, you began to pump your hand up and down, following what gabriel had guided you to do, but something about it . . it didn't feel nice, nor was the pressure coming back. even when gabriel was guiding you, it had been your hand, so why didn't it feel as . . good?

mewling, you peered up at Gabriel, whining to him about how it didn't feel . . nice. " my poor dove." he cooed mockingly, though you didn't seem to catch it. gabriel pried your hand away from your now throbbing and aching cock, wrapping his own hand around it.

then he began to stroke up and down, squeezing slightly at the base and the tip, rubbing the slit softly with the pad of his thumb. your moans became more and more erratic and messy, the pressure building again, though far stronger than before.

with a few more pumps of gabriels hand and you were shaking, your legs closing tightly around gabriel's hand and wrist, the pressure beginning to fade slowly. slowly, gabriel opened your legs again with his spare hand, having you look down at the mess.

there was a substance of some sort coating gabriels hand and a part of your thigh, dripping down. your eyes drooped, mumbling a soft apology to Gabriel about the mess. . falling asleep not even a few moments later.

oh, Gabriel was going to teach you so much later on.

[spookiifi]

Alternate Headcanons

Don’t take me seriously. This is all in good fun

If alternates could become tired, they would yawn like cats. They would have multiple rows of teeth, then turn back to their pure forms like nothing ever happened.

It would make the scare factor even larger.

[untitled-writer-013]

What if the scenario was flipped where the reader is yandere and obsessed with alt Gabriel? I feel like he would eat that mess up

Alt Gabriel x Fem!Yandere!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, stalking, obsessive behavior, gabriel and reader are obsessed with each other.

Gabriel had been in love with (Y/n) for quite a while, but he had tried to keep his distance. He didn’t stalk her, but he’d make sure she got home okay and have his alternates protect her. He’d be careful with making sure she never noticed the alternates, after all that could give him away. And whenever he wasn’t doing that, he was focused on himself, spending his time reading while sitting in the park, knowing no humans would see him since Mandela County was under strict lockdown where no one was allowed to go to wide, open areas where it’d be difficult to hide from an alternate.

On one of these days where he was relaxing in the park, he heard a snap and a gasp from behind him. He quickly stood from the bench he had been sitting on, turning around to see what it was. 

What he wasn’t expecting was (Y/n), sitting on the ground with a journal in one hand and a camera in the other. Gabriel paused, the terrifying grin that had nearly made its way on his face slipped back into a normal smirk, curious as to what his darling was up to.

“Now, what’s a little songbird like you doing in the park? Don’t you know that an alternate could get you? Especially if you’re out here all alone.” Gabriel stated, his voice smooth as he unfolded his wings, letting (Y/n) drink in his appearance.

“I know..but I wanted to see you, Angel.” (Y/n) replied, catching Gabriel slightly off guard with her own nickname for him. It almost made him laugh, but he refrained from doing so. Instead, he focused more on what she had said, making him wonder how long she had known about him.

“I see, is that what the camera and journal is for?” Gabriel asked, his curiosity growing the more (Y/n) spoke. He watched as she nodded, seeming almost ashamed of what she was doing.

“Could I have a look?” Gabriel asked, his smirk growing slightly when he noticed her hesitate.

“Please? It would make me very happy to see what you have so far.” Gabriel stated, silently celebrating when (Y/n) handed him her journal and camera. He looked through the journal first, his eyes widening slightly when he noticed that it was full of notes about him. He then went through the camera, seeing multiple photos of him in different places, doing various things. He continued looking through it as he wore a wicked smile on his face, the feeling of being worshipped by his darling was intoxicating.

Gabriel looked down at (Y/n), carefully handing her the journal and camera before he cupped her face, making her look up at him.

“I wish you had come to me sooner. This is amazing, darling.” Gabriel stated, smiling gently as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, bending down so he could reach her. (Y/n) had felt her face warm up, relieved that Gabriel wasn’t upset with her. 

“You know, when stalking you, I never had the idea of keeping a journal about you. I may have to start doing that.” Gabriel stated, thinking aloud while (Y/n)’s eyes widened.

(Y/n) had been so focused on stalking Gabriel, she hadn’t realized that he had been doing the same. A smile grew on her face, nodding enthusiastically while Gabriel smiled, now determined for his darling to continue worshipping him.

After discovering his darling’s dark secret, Gabriel would be obsessed with his darling’s obsession for him. He’d pretend to not notice his darling following him home, or her taking photos of him while he ‘sleeps’. He wouldn’t be able to help himself at times, looking through the journal she kept to see what all she had written about him.

(Y/n) would do the same, although there’d be many times where she didn’t know that Gabriel was close behind her, jumping when he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She’d try to look her best in case Gabriel was watching her, which would only fuel the angel’s obsession with her.

Overall, the two would be absolutely obsessed with one another, and both would make sure that nothing happened to each other. Plus, being able to have a human who is trusted by the other people in Mandela County, Gabriel and his alternates would begin to take over much more quickly.

Mandela County would fall, and Gabriel would take over with his murderous darling by his side.

~fin~

author’s note: i believe Gabriel’s obsession with his darling would grow tenfold as soon as he learned of her obsession with him. he’ll make sure nothing happens to her, and she’ll do the same. <33

[neonnoir-ao3]

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After a long break from Ao3, I've returned with a vengeance!

Here's some of my newest works:

Sympathy for the Devil

Ship(s): Archangel Gabriel (The Mandela Catalogue)/Reader

Vibes: self-aware horror movie character, autistic-to-autistic conversation, a healthy dose of pop culture references mixed in with the nightmare hellscape of TMC

The Shrine of Your Lies

(spinoff of the Priest!Gabriel AU from Oh, Father by oneonedatrain8)

Ship(s): Archangel Gabriel (The Mandela Catalogue)/Reader

Vibes: hurt no comfort, emotional manipulation aftermath, angst, Hozier playing in an empty church during a thunderstorm type-beat, (it'll become hurt/comfort later)

Tales from 666 Magnolia Street

Ship(s): Archangel Gabriel/The Intruder (Six) (Stanley)

Vibes: slice-of-life, wholesome, heartfelt, Adam gets a new lease on life because in this universe he has two loving dads, also Gabriel is genderfluid here

[yandereworlds]

It's been a hot minute since I've drawn yandere gabriel from my last post, but I had to draw this menace again

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[ap0llonian]

Embrace Him

alternate!ARCHANGEL GABRIEL x READER

sypnosis: you teeter on the edge of madness, only to find a dark solace in the tender illusions of a sinister guardian who promises unsettling affection.

disclaimers: reader is misanthropic, implied stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, horror elements, psychological manipulation

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“I always wondered if madness came with a manual."

The world outside your window seemed to be a canvas smeared with dreary shades of gray, punctuated only by the occasional flurry of chaos. Yet, amidst the motonamy, there was an anomaly—a shadow that stood on the edge of your vision, always lingering just beyond the glass. A dark figure, angelic in its unsettling beauty, seemed to mock the very essence of serenity that you had perfected. It was a presence that defied logic, a specter that made you question your own sanity. Perhaps it was your mind’s last cruel joke, or maybe the universe had decided that even in your indifference, it would not spare you the bitterness of its absurdity.

The whispers of the townsfolk tagged you as ruthless, as though your calm demeanor was a veneer for some intrinsic malevolence. They spoke of you as a creature driven by some dark, unquenchable thirst—a malignant force wrapped in the guise of human frailty.

Your days were spent in a monotonous ritual of existence, where each moment bled into the next with the predictability of a metronome. The only disturbances were the fleeing glances of that figure outside your window. He was always there—an angel of darkness, a haunting silhouette that seemed to feed on your isolation.

One evening, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, a soft knock echoed through the room.

Rising from your bed, you approached the door. The darkness of the hallway seemed to pulse with an almost palpable energy, and as you opened it, you were greeted by the very entity that had haunted your peripheral vision.

There hs was, in all his grotesque splendor—a being of celestial gracd twisted into a mockery of divine perfection. His eyes, deep and infinite, seemed to hold the weight of the countless secrets.

You instantly slammed the door in his face and locked it, fully. Whipping around, your cold hand clutched your heart, feeling how fast it beat. He was here, in your home.

“My little lamb,” He called out, his tone smooth and almost tender. “You look so lonely here. I thought I could keep you some company.”

“Who are you.” You whispered, yet your voice was loud enough for the alternate to hear.

A soft knock on your door again. “I am someone who cares about you, sweet child. You have been so isolated, so neglected. I am here to make sure you are never alone again.”

“Cares about me? I don't need—”

“Shh,” He interrupted, the sound of nails scraping on your wooden door. “You do need me. And I need you. We are bound by something far deeper than you can comprehend. Let me show you how much you are cherished.”

You heard a knock again, though this time louder.

“You are so special to me. I know the world has been cruel, and I understand you have felt abandoned. But here, with me, you are safe. You are loved. Open the door.”

Your heart pounded loudly, almost a melody for the alternate. That was the most you felt alive. “No, I don’t—”

A soft persistent banging on your door interrupted you. “Please, do not shut me out. I am here for you, lovely. You do not have to be alone anymore.” He pleaded melodically, his voice breathy yet menacing. It almost made you give in.

The pounding grew louder, more insistent. You could almost feel your body going numb, your eyes widening.

“Let me in, sweet child. You deserved to be loved. I can make all the pain disappear. Just trust me.”

Each word was punctuated with a heavy thud. Your pulse quickened, your resolve wavering. For a moment, you considered running and climbing out the window—calling for help, doing anything to escape this monster trying to break through.

But then the banging stopped.

Silence.

“Please,” came the voice once more, soft now, almost vulnerable. “I don’t want to hurt you. I only want to take care of you, precious dove. I have been with you for so long now... Have you not felt it? The comfort in the chaos? Let me in, and I will show you what love truly feels like.”

Your fingers hovered over the lock. The door felt too thin. The air seemed too heavy.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. You don’t have to pretend to be all right.” His voice was coaxing, a subtle promise threaded through every word.

“I will be everything you need. I will take away the pain, the fear. Just open the door. Let me in.”

You swallowed thickly, your thoughts tangled into a mess. This wasn’t real. None of this was real. And yet... the loneliness, the isolation that had haunted you for years whispered back, telling you how right it sounded. How good it would feel to finally stop pretending. To let someone care.

Against every rational thought screaming in your head, you turned the lock with your eyes closed. The door clicked open.

And then he was inside.

Gabriel gently pushed your head to his chest, cradling it like it was fragile. His bony thumb stroked your hair ever so slowly, and gently. For the first time

“I will take care of you now, and you will never feel lonely again.” He cooed, his fingers the outline of your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. Your body trembled, yet you couldn't pull away.

The warmth of his voice seeped into you, and though you knew, somewhere deep down, that this wasn’t right, the illusion was too intoxicating to resist.

“Really.” You muttered, barely audible.

His smile widened, a dark glint in his eyes. “I promise.”

[emma045]

[howl-arnon]

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[the-rocket-scientist]

HEADCANON: Yandere! Alt.Gabriel (Romantic)

My first headcanon requested by pseudomarionette on Wattpad, this chapter was written on my Wattpad and AO3 long ago

- Lucifer is NOT delusional when in love. At all. He knows what he is doing is harmful. If the person he likes doesn't love him, he knows. He is aware of everything he is doing. He's intelligent, so take out the possibility that the fact he could be delusional. Because he knows delusion could blind him and make his actions rash. That could ruin his plan, right? So he is extremely coordinated at everything he is doing, every tiny bit of action. Especially if it's directed towards his love interest.

- Sadistic bitch. Will do anything to manipulate his love interest, even if it means hurting them, or even killing other people they care about when they are directly watching. If he wants to see his love interest suffer, they will suffer. Either in mental pain, emotional pain, physical pain (most of the times all of the above, in preferred order from favorite torture method to the least fav) he will enjoy it. Not a nice guy :/

- Possessive. Will see his love interest as a beautiful puppet or doll. He will take good care of what is his and is beautiful just like him. But he will erase their memories to forget everyone and everything they knew except for himself. Now his love's attention is all focused on him, and only him. And so he will return the favor and direct his whole attention to them.

- Also a tsundere. He will never admit he loves his love interest. You could only figure out that he loves them by the nicknames he calls them.

- Nicknames for love interest: "My child." (most preferred) "My love." (Very rarely used, as it exploits his weakness of love towards his most favorite being in the cosmos.)

- But he is nice to his love interest for most of the times. It's only when even the smallest of rebellion against him will get them into manipulation and torture. 

- Portrays himself the most beautiful as possible in his false angel form when around his love interest. Long wavy blonde hair, fair skin, cold, slanted almond blue eyes that never shine. He is tall and magnificent, his love interest would only reach his chest in terms of height (no matter how canonly tall they are, for Lucifer adjusts his height to always be this way). His white robes trail down to cover his elegant bare feet and slender hands seem to always be clasped behind his back. Note that everything about him is all grayscale except for his blue eyes. He wants them to be impressed and mesmerized by his beauty, and then they'll never leave, memories erased. Even when torturing his love interest he will stay elegant and pretty so they could rely on him while they witness other horrifying things. 

- It is only when he is trying to keep his love interest as close as possible from a perceived threat, and his last resort to breaking them psychologically is when he reveals his true form.

- He is able to summon his wings. They look flawless at first, but on closer inspection you could see withered and burnt feathers between the pearly white ones. He uses these to give the illusion he is flying (he can already levitate without them) and to hug his love interest.

- He is cold, body temperature wise and personality wise. He isn't clingy most of the time, so if his love interest is a touch-starved person, he will push them away with his telekinesis powers or with one hand. He will hug them when he wants to. His demeanor can be cold and mean to most people, which is what Lucifer wants. It is a weakness to show affection and care to anyone on peering eyes. So even though this is his natural personality, he strengthens this even more on his love interest especially in public. He has to keep his reputation, after all.

- Because of the powerful reputation he has to hold, and because he doesn't want his love interest being seen or them seeing others, and the potential chance they could perish from existence, or get stolen, he will isolate his love interest in his confusing castle w/hallways that stretch for infinity. As much as possible, which is forever. 

- His words are very well said and sweet. Who wouldn't fall for his well-constructed sentences, with fancy lettering and elegant speech?

- (You shouldn't, by the way. This is almost exactly how Satan biblically deceives people :< so please be careful when around Lucifer) 

- Yes, he is the devil Satan himself. There, I said the Unspeakable name. Twice now in this chapter. Fun. Time to die. (Room literally explodes)

- It's unlikely he will fall for anyone. But it's not impossible, so if he does, his love interest is very unlucky and therefore have no escape. They are fated to fall into his hands unless they turn to God and gain His help. If He is unavailable for whatever reasons God has, the love interest is fucked. He will do whatever it takes to get them by his side. (Shown accurately in all endings of Yandere! Alt.Gabriel X Reader, and briefly in 6 X Reader.) One day, as long as he exists, his love interest will eventually end up in his hands and memories erased and manipulated. 

- Don't worry, he desires no children. His body is built asexual, so his body is neither feminine nor male. His love interest could get assaulted but not to the point of taking their virginity away (because he can't physically do that). 

- So to summarize this lengthy thing in a NUTSHELL: Haha, such wonderful relationship! :D Totally non-toxic, healthy, loving!! 

- You should run before he sees you.

- But wait.

- You have nowhere to run.

- Turn to God instead and pray for Him. If not, say goodbye to yourself.

(No reader insert because other people are included in this factor that could possibly be his love interest. Like OCs, you, or other people from any fandom. So you or the OCs or anyone else are referred to as "Love interest" w/ They/Them pronouns)

[lumierexfics]

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Alternative Archangel Gabriel

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Alternative Archangel Gabriel Sleeping Headcanons

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General Headcanons for Alternative Archangel Gabriel

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Alternative Archangel Gabriel with a s/o that has a obsession with insects

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Alternative Gabriel that has a s/o with anger issues

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Alternate Archangel Gabriel with a god of death s/o

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⇨ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Selected Heir

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Perdition

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Carrier Of The Light

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My Heart Catches On Every Thorn

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I Know The Way To Make You Lose Your Pace

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The Devil Didn’t Make Me Do It

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Angel Gabriel

⇨ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

💌 Archangel Gabriel received your gift!

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Ad Astra Per Aspera

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Adam Murray

⇨ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Paint It Over!

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[lem0nt1ddy]

★¸.•☆•.¸★✩ PRINCESS GABRIEL ✩★⡀.•☆•.💅💅💅

[iguessigotta]

no thoughts head empty what if alt!Gabriel x reader warnings: none here, but there will probably be some with alt!Gabe in the future

you obviously get big scary dog privilege i mean come on

no one's touching you but him

which......might not always be a good thing...?

at least you're safe from the other alters

he wraps you in his wings a lot

i headcanon Alternate Gabriel to be like 12ft tall so. you're tiny compared to him

he puts his hand on your head a lot. just like. engulfs your entire noggin

i also headcanon that he's able to change size to some degree (look he's probably Literally Satan he can do some Weird Stuff ok)

which means he is able to shrink himself down a bit

but 7'2" is the shortest you've ever seen him

he tends to watch you. a lot

i mean he's gotta perfect his disguise and what would be more helpful than a live subject to study?

listen he loves (well...love might not be quite right) you in his own way but he is also some kind of Creature so he's gonna be a bit odd

[untitled-writer-013]

U WRITE FOR ALT GABRIEL T_T !!! anything please im begging! maybe like idk hugging him or trying to fistbump him idk pls on my knees j need that creature

Alt Gabriel x Fem!Reader (General HCs)

warning(s): fluff, mentions of violence, protective Gabriel.

Gabriel would be enamored by (Y/n). Any human he met, he felt nothing but hatred and disdain towards them. But with her, it was completely different. She was compassionate, selfless, and completely genuine. Meeting humans like her was rare, since most longed for fame or wealth, but she only treasured companionship, there was nothing more valuable to her than that.

Gabriel would do his best to show that he returned her feelings tenfold. From reminding her how much he loved her, to scooping her under his wing so he could hold her close, he’ll do anything to get close to his darling.

Gabriel would melt if his darling played with his hair. He will (beg) ask his darling to do more stuff with his hair, like washing it or braiding it, possibly even brushing it out. He would become very frustrated if something interrupted his darling brushing his hair, and would quickly get rid of the disturbance before insisting she continue.

If Gabriel found out his darling was scared of something, whatever it was would disappear soon afterwards. He didn’t want his darling to be afraid of anything (but him).

Gabriel would treat his darling as if she were made of glass, worried that he would hurt her if he wasn’t careful. Now, if she were to ever become pregnant? He would become extremely protective, forbidding any alternates from approaching her and viciously murdering any that disobeyed him. His darling would ultimately be giving birth to the antichrist, so he would be very watchful of her and his unborn child.

All in all, Gabriel would act angelic towards his darling, and demonic towards anyone that he deemed as a threat. He would never allow her to see his face when angry, not wanting to scare her or possibly affect her sanity. If any other humans tried to court (Y/n), they’d soon end up missing.

~fin~

author’s note: i hope you enjoyed these general headcanons, because i enjoyed writing them! Gabriel will always protect his darling, and nothing is going to stop him. should i make a pregnancy fic with Gabriel? please let me know! <33

[lycorisgardennn]

i worship you as someone holy, you told me you are holy.

but how do i know you are holy?