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The Angel Across the Hall
Iamthetwickster

Summary:

Reader Insert: You live in a small apartment on your own with a small job to your name. You'd be quite happy living this way as long as you live if you weren't constantly pestered by a supernatural being who seems to have taken a liking to you.
Chapter 1: My name's Gabriel,dove

Chapter Text

You lay awake in bed like you had been doing for the last three hours. You had tossed and turned. You'd flipped your pillow and the covers several times but you just couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep. You were exhausted, but that didn't mean anything. The sound of loud music echoed through your apartment and through to your bedroom, your neighbor obviously had no wish to sleep tonight. Your head was aching, throbbing. No matter what you did the pain wouldn't end. Finally you got up out of bed and stomped out of your room, flicking the light on as you walked. You were on a mission. The sound of the music from across the hall grew louder as you came closer. You opened your apartments front door and walked over to your neighbors door, almost hammering the door down, knocking on it.

You stood at the door waiting furiously for whoever lived there to open up. It didn't take too long before the door cracked open wide, revealing a short man wearing a black t shirt and- just a pair of boxers. You glanced down then straight back up in embarrassment. The man smiled at you as if he'd done nothing wrong, but boy were you about to correct him. Or at least you were before you fell to the floor with a thud and a loud grunt. You sat up to see a lap dog standing on your lap, wagging it's tail up at you.

"Skip! Bad dog!" The man yelled, picking him up and putting him back in the apartment. He closed the door on him so he couldn't come out for the time being. And that's when he turned back to you, sat on the floor with a really pissed off facial expression.

"Sorry about that...he doesn't often like new faces...for some reason he likes yours." You were about to stand up and speak but the man crouched down and pulled you up with him.

"You look like you're having a rough night, sweet heart." He smiled sympathetically.

"Yeah? Might have something to do with not being able to sleep." You scowled at him, backing away a little. Your arms were crossed and your eyebrows furrowed. But all the man did was stare blankly at you.

"Right- how's that got anything to do with me, sugar?" You rolled your eyes.

"Oh I don't know, maybe it's my headache, or maybe it's because some jerk can't find the down button for his crappy music!" Gabriel's face fell.

"Oh that."

"Oh that!" You mocked back. He cocked an eyebrow at you before the most peculiar thing happened. The strange, annoying man clicked his fingers once and the music shut off entirely, just like that. Needless to say you were stunned. "How did you...." You stopped half way. Something in your gut told you to back away, to go back into your apartment and lock your doors. So you did. You couldn't utter as much as a thanks, you just backed away and closed the door. Leaving the man staring in confusion.

You had made sure every door was locked before you finally got back into bed. Despite the final peace and quiet, you still found no rest. If the headache would vanish perhaps you would find sleep easy but it simply wouldn't budge. You turned to your side with a sigh. But soon after that sigh you let out a shriek, which was quickly muffled by that man's hand. What the hell was he doing in your bed? How could he have possibly gotten in? Your mind went straight to that obvious thought of 'murder'. You tried to make a run for it but he grabbed you and pulled you close to him with a smirk. You were close to tears now, from the stress, the pain, the fear. But all the man actually did was lift two fingers up to your head. All the pain you could feel, anywhere in your body, faded. Just like that it left. The man's smirk left with it and turned into a genuine smile.

"Better?" He asked. Your heart was beating loud and fast, like the sound the hooves of a horse make when galloping as fast as it can. You nodded.

"W-" The man noticed your breathing was heavy and he moved away from you slightly. "What are you.....?" You asked, voice quiet.

"My name's Gabriel,dove."

"....Gabriel...." You repeated. He nodded.

"The archangel." Gabriel now added.

"How did you get in here?!" You didn't mean to, but you yelled out your question. "I locked every door and window...."

"I just told you, I'm an archangel." He checked his watch quickly. "And I have things to do. I can't stick around curing headaches all day you know, I do have a job." He got up out of your bed and started walking to the bedroom door.

"What job does an archangel god damn have? You're a lunatic!"

"Well you're not wrong. I have a day job though as a trickster. You should research them some time. We have very flexible hours too, plenty of time for- well." He glanced at your bed then at you.

"Get out." You ordered. His eyebrows wiggled and he vanished.

Admittedly, that man...archangel...whatever. Well he down right frightened the crap out of you. But he had a strange warmth to him too, the kind of warmth that made you feel safe. Which was odd because- well. Why would anybody feel safe around some random guy who let himself into your apartment? Well. You, apparently.