#fallen!gabriel

[capekelpie]

A Fallen!Gabriel AU from way back when Good Omens S1 had just come out. I never finished it and probably won't at this point but fuck it, I still like it and it deserves to be posted.

[mellifluousoctopus]

Am I the only one that wanted to see what would happen if Gabriel actually did Fall and become a demon

[freudensteins-monster]

Fallen!Gabriel on his way to ram the crap out of Crowley’s Bentley.

[qwanderer]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Gabriel (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Fallen Angel Gabriel (Good Omens), Introspection Series: Part 5 of Fallen!Gabe Summary:

Gabriel looked for an escape. “I’d rather hide it,” he said. “Isn’t there a way to hide it?”

“Yeah, you could wear a hat. Sometimes there’s only so far you can go with the shifting. So, sunglasses.” Crowley gestured to himself. Then he pointed to Gabriel. “Or, a hat.”

“Hats are not. Not my look,” Gabriel said with a horrified stutter.

[dr-mizmix]

We've all heard of Fallen!Aziraphale AU but let me raise you to...

F A LL E N G A B R I E L

Why?

Gabriel IS an asshole

He DESERVES it

He is NOT verified in the eyes of God

The Ineffable Husbands deserve a HAPPY ending

Gabriel does NOT

I don't LIKE him

[goldeneyedchaos]

Fallen|| Open

He knew, in theory, that Falling would hurt. Lucifer hadn't been screaming in ecstasy when cast from Heaven. Hadn't been singing praises as fire consumed his pristine white feathers, turning them jagged and ashen.

But even after coming to grips with it all mentally, Gabriel still found him utterly shocked as he Fell. The fire was all consuming as it burned away at his wings, as it ate at the Divine love that comprised his Grace. His body screamed out for something, someone. Anyone really.

And then it was over.

He was cut off, cast out. Gabriel could still feel magic running through him, but it didn't hold the same thrum, the same feeling of completeness that it once did. His head was silent. There were no echos of unanswered human prayers, no chatter from the other angels.

He was so empty.

Gabriel had just been cut off from everything that made him, well, him, for the past eternity. And while the burning may have stopped, the emptiness was persistent.

Which is how he ended up at a dive bar, not exactly sure where at, drinking down anything the bartender could throw at him. He wanted it to fill the new found void, but it didn't help. He knew it wouldn't. But he kept an open tab.

[sosthemortalcoil]

is it still possible to romance Michael with a fallen Gabriel? (sorry if this has been asked before!)

Yes. (And remember, Fallen is not automatically the same as dark)

Here’s an extra where with a Fallen Gabriel and a romanced (also Fallen) Michael. NSFW.

Here’s an ask about which ROs you can romance as a Fallen.

Here’s another ask with the same question, and also his reaction to Gabriel Falling.

[weirdxfunny-colors-blog]

Sweet things||Gabriel

A/N: Last sunday I’ve decided to do something like one-shots based on songs from my phone, but I had so many stress in last week... That’s why I’m starting today! Song: The Pretty Reckless - Sweet Things  Summary: Fallen!Gabriel loves sweet things and the reader is one of them  Pairing: Fallen!Gabriel x reader Warnings: a little bit messed up story You were just 5 years old when you sawhim for the first time. He was sitting on the chair in your kitchen. And he was smiling at you. That was new, everybody was always smiling at your mother. But she taught you to always smile back, so you did. He gave you three rainbow lollipops. And he did that everytime you two met eachother. And you were 7 years old when you learned that no one could see him. No one but you. But you stopped with chattering about him. Even then he was still there for you. He told you he was there to keep you safe. That’s why you weren’t scared to go on the playground in the middle of the night. You were 10 years old when your parents had enough. They told you horrible things. You made them extremely mad and stressed with your talking to yourself. And they took you to psychiatrist. It could be a nice guy, but when he heard what your parents were saying, he told you:                               “There’s no thing as guardian angels.” It took them 5 years to put this into your head. First ear was hard. You were crying and screaming. He was there, you saw him. He was standing in the corner with sad smile, but you new it was more, under this smile was dark smirk. You were pointing at him, saying that he’s right there, but no one coudl see him. Later he always was showing up in your room and giving you candy, smiling slightly with lollipop between his teeth. Second year was hard, but not as much as first. You were angry. You were telling the truth, he was there, you could see him. But they didn’t want to beleve it and that was making you more and more irritated. Later he was in your room, in your bed, hugging you and telling stories. And when he eventually had to go, he was giving you cookies. Third year was pretty easy. You weren’t able to see him so often, he wasn’t next to you all the time. That made you think that you’re actually sick, you were just seeing unreal things. But later, when he was in her bed, you couldn’t help it. You were just hugging him and hugging, and hugging. But soon you would be sick and he was trying his best to cure you with his sweets before you even started to think about anything. Four years passed and he was rarely with you. You were sad. Girls your age had to be always happy. But you just couldn’t and you didn’t know why. Or maybe you did. You hated yourself so much, You thought you were sick psycho and your imagination made you ugly. In your mind you had to be sinny, blond and all but natural to be pretty. And maybe he wasn’t coming often, but when he did, he was making sure to cheer you up and give you sweets. And you felt safe and pretty next to him. Only next to him. That’s why in fifth year of your therapy you couldn’t feel safe. He was never there, you knew it. He was only in your mind, this is what they said to you. And you believed it. You were almost adult now, so you thought you had to act like them. So she was putting a lot of make-up on her face, curling her hair more and was walking like that. Even if you hated it with you whole goddamn heart. Years were passing by, you were more and more sick. You were able to see things, which no one could. But you were smart enogh to not talk anout it. You could tell what’s real and what’s not.So you were safe. But you didn’t feel safe. You didn’t since he showed up the last time. One night, when you were already 26 years old, he showed up in your dream. He looked exactly the same, nothing changed. He told you:                               “I’m coming for you, My Queen.” You woke up with the scream on you lips. Your parents asked you why you were screaming. You lied. You told them it was just nightmare, but the truth was... You just realised he was real. All of this ‘not real’ things were real. You weren’t sick, you were the chosen one. So you tried to be prepared for him. You worked out more, you were skipping your meals... Everything to be perfect for this perfect man. And you were crying a lot, because you were still chubby. You wanted to be skinny and beautiful. You didn’t knwo how you could be his queen when you looked like that. - Mom, don’t come to my room. I’ll be working out - you told your mother one evening. You looked at the chocolate cake and sighed heavily. You walked upstairs slowly. When you were about to open the door, you realised something. You felt like sexy queen in your flannel and panties. And more importand: you felt safe. And you knew why. With loud beating heart you pushed the door open and walked inside. The door closed itself with silent click. You looked around your room. Nothing changed. No one was there. You sighed loud and whispered a few curses to yourself. You walked toward your bed and sat on it. You opened your eyes wider. You reached under your sheets and pulled out the pack of gummy bears from there. Your head slowly turned toward big, woody chair standing next to the window. He was there. His smile was darker than she remembered. The look in his eyes was more... needy, hungry. His golden eyes was in the color of whisky in last rays of the sun. And his hair was still as gold as years ago. His smirk almost perverted and his whole body... With only looking at him you were on fire. - Hey, there, little girl. Come here, I’ll give you sweet things - he said, standing up and spreading his arms. You were like under his spell. You got up and took few steps toward him. And then you stopped, looking at the floor. - But I’m without make-up and my hair isn’t done, and I’m fat, and... - Come to me, don’t be afraid. I’ll keep you safe - he said quietly. - You don’t need all of that, but you look nice in it too, I can give you that. I knew from the beginning you’ll be perfect. And just for me - he walked toward you. Your chests were almost touching, but you didn’t mind, even if you would have to become decay now. He leaned into your direction with little smirk. - Come, I’ll take you to my kingdom. Since I’ve killed Lucifer, I became something people calls Satan or Devil. But with me you’ll always be safe, if you just want to be my queen - he whispered, looking deep into your eyes. He was looking for fear, but he found only relief, loyalty and love. - I always knew you are real - you whispered with small smile. He kissed you long and hard. And then you disappeared. King and his queen were finally together. No one never found out that this crazy little girl was the Queen of Hell now. And you could do anything with your drug queen make-up, your always curled hair and your king beside you. You were finally ready to take over the world, let it go completely mad and then destroy it. -  Did I succeed and make you proud? - you asked Gabriel with mad smile. He just laughed sligtly and pulled you toward him. You two were standing in the middle on the hill of stones and dust, smoke and fire everywhere. Just like you wanted. - Do you want some sweet things? I’ve got some. And then you both laughed loud.