Just because angels were higher beings didn’t mean that they didn’t feel anything.
Sure, most of the feelings were from the humans that they used as their vessels, but they felt things, none the less.
Gabriel saw that angels had relationships. Some angels always joked that Gabriel would find someone sooner or later, but when Gabriel looked at anyone in a romantic type of way, Gabriel felt nothing.
He didn’t like girls. He didn’t even like guys.
He didn’t feel that way for anyone.
After looking and studying the humans down below, Gabriel quickly realized that he was, what the humans called, asexual.
Gabriel looked around at the angels around him, the ones with relationships, and the ones who joked that he would find the ‘true one for him’ within the millennium, and Gabriel panicked slightly, thinking that because he was ace, that they would find it funny, or think it was a joke.
Gabriel disappeared into a private area of Heaven, only to find Lucifer there.
“Lucifer…” Gabriel said softly, looking at his older brother.
“Hey, Gabriel. What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked, looking over at his brother with concern, seeing the discomfort settled in Gabriel’s face.
“Nothing….” Gabriel murmured, shrugging his shoulders.
“I know when something’s wrong with my baby brother.” Lucifer scoffed. “So, seriously, tell me what’s wrong.” He said, moving over to Gabriel and settling down on the grass with him.
“I’m asexual.” Gabriel said.
“What?”
“I’m asexual.” Gabriel repeated. “I don’t like girls or guys….not like how others do. I don’t…feel that way. I’m asexual.”
“Why is that bothering you?” Lucifer asked, sincerely.
“What if….” Gabriel started, before cutting himself off, looking down at the grass they were sitting on. “What if the others make fun of me?” Gabriel asked softly, and when he glanced up, Lucifer saw that he was crying.
Lucifer moved over, and wrapped an arm around Gabriel, and pulled him close while Gabriel cried.
“What if they think that I’m stupid or something and they-”
“Hey, enough of that talk. No one’s gonna make fun of you for being asexual.” Lucifer said. “Seriously.”
“How do you know?” Gabriel asked.
“Because everyone is different. Even angels. And if they do make fun of you, who the fuck cares? It’s your life, not theirs. They can’t dictate you around and make you do shit you don’t want to do.”
“Yeah…”
“Besides, if they try to, I’ll kick their ass for you, Gabe.” Lucifer grinned.
Gabriel smiled up at Lucifer, and Lucifer returned the grin.
“I got you’re back, baby brother.” Lucifer said. “No one is going to make fun of you. I promise.”
Tag: Otrera
Blur [Coda s13e13]
Rating: T
Ship: Sabriel if you squint
Words: 1757
Notes: Would anyone be interested in a companion fic to this?
He was never going to die. Never going to stop feeling sharp hunger pains in his stomach, never not going to feel his own blood sliding down his skin. Never going to get rid of wires sealing his lips shut so he couldn’t even scream out his agony. It was a fact he was slowly resigning himself to.
Then his cell door opened.
His cell door never opened, not even when they fed him. They just shoved the food through a slot in the door. It usually didn’t land anywhere near him, forcing him to crawl forward as far as his chains would let him and eat off the floor like a dog. (He hadn’t eaten in a while. The wire got in the way.) Even when they tortured him, they knocked him out with magic so they could move him to the room with all the weapons without letting him learn the layout of the place and possibly plan his escape.
“Gabriel?”
Gabriel raised his head, muscles screaming in protest, and squinted through the blood in his eyes. Whoever it was was so tall and broad they blocked most of the light that came through the open door. God, he couldn’t even see their soul. He almost wept.
The person approached Gabriel and he didn’t even bother to flinch, just let his head drop forward and closed his eyes. The person didn’t draw on his skin with a knife or sow wires into his skin, though. They were doing something with his chains – taking them off? Were they going to move him somewhere? The chains clattered against the stone bench Gabriel sat on. The person squatted down to take off the chains around his ankles.
They stood up and picked him up like he was a rag doll. Their shirt was too rough on his skin and their hands were too tight on his wounds. Gabriel’s head lolled back and he tried to moan pitifully, but between the wires in his lips and the dried blood gluing them together, no noise came out.
Read the rest on AO3 (because it’s apparently too long for tumblr mobile to handle and I can’t post it from my laptop at the moment).
Chapter 2 is up!
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