Good Omens (One-Shots)

You Can Think??

Requested from: @AriArrows

THIS IS IN FIRST PERSON SO SORRY IF IT SUCKS
I've always been better at third person, but practice makes perfect, right? This is me practicing first person. Pfft.
I just didn't know how to write this. It's an odd ship for me. Heh.
Also, I wrote this in half an hour.

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Matching: Gabriel x Beelzebub
Song: None
Written: July 17
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     He touched me.

     I thought he was too 'high and mighty' to do that. I mean... I am the highest superior ranking—next to Satan himself, of course—in Hell. Yet, he grabbed my shoulder and whispered in my ear as if we were old friends.

     How odd for a superior of the opposition.

     The huddle had been brief but the way he grabbed my arm sent shivers down my spine, it tingled. Perhaps it was just the motion of an angel touching a demon—two different sides, polar opposites.

     But it felt... nice? In a way?

     Ugh, gross. That's absolutely revolting. The only thing that should feel nice is when we finally triumph over Heaven. I definitely did not wait 6000 years for this moment just to fail my duties because I felt nice about an archangel.

     I glanced over at Gabriel, beside me, he wore a frustrated grimace on his face. His clenched fists gave it away that he was certainly not happy with the situation. You know, the whole 'antichrist being disobedient' and all.

     So I offered to tell the antichrist's (whatever-his-name-is) father; you-know-who, the Lord of Hell, Satan.

     And that's what I did.

     However, I came back a few days after the Earth was saved and the demon Crowley became a freak show—I mean taking a bath in Holy Water? How did he even manage that?

     Now, what did I come back for? I can't exactly explain it, it's like something—some sort of energy source; a summoning?—drew me to Southern London, to a large mansion.

     I hadn't even gotten to the door when it opened. The person who opened it was what surprised me the most: the Archangel Gabriel.

     "What are you doing here?" The not-so-damned angel asked, a condescending tone to his voice.

     I rolled my eyes and straightened my back, "I was summoned here. Do you know who would've summoned me?"

     A sheepish look crossed his face before coming back and camping there, "Er, that may have been me.."

     My nose scrunched, "why would you, if all people, summon me?"

     "I didn't mean to! I just.." Gabriel scuffed his feet awkwardly, making me raise an eyebrow. "Er, do you want to come in?" He opened the door wider and stepped out of the way. I thought of that human saying 'You only live once', well, I suppose it applies here. I stepped through the door wearily, knowing exactly how Ligur was wiped from existence.

     "So how in the name of Hell did you accidentally summon me?" I inquired, looking around the lobby of his house. For an archangel, he has a marvellous taste in expensive materials. The glass chandelier was a tad much, however.

     "I... I was.. thinking and I guess.. I accidentally called on you?" His voice got higher with every word, ending in question rather than a statement.

     "You were... thinking.. about me?" I asked cautiously. Gabriel nodded, his lips twitched into a slight frown. I tugged my jacket and pursed my lips, "I wasn't aware you could think."

     When a hurt look crossed his face, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty—but why? I don't even like Gabriel! He's my arch-nemesis! We're hereditary enemies! I'm a demon! Why would I feel any sort of guilt, especially one for an archangel?

    Before I could stop my lips, I'd already spoken the words: "I'm sorry."

     Gabriel reeled back in shock, it must've shown on my face too because he paused, seemingly examining me, as if trying to get inside my head.

     My mind went blank, seeing Gabriel look at me so closely. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing would come out so I settled for growling and turning away.

     Why were my cheeks hot?

     I subtly checked for any vents I could be standing near but nope, nothing. How strange. Glancing back, I noticed Gabriel still watching me. With a cough, he gathered himself and smirked smugly. Oh, how I hate that smirk with a passion.

     "Well, while you're here, would you cup of tea?" His voice was no longer his usual, now it was something... quieter? Softer? No, must just be my mind playing tricks on me—been on Earth too long, that's all.

     I tugged my jacket again and nodded stiffly, "Why not?" He nodded awkwardly and gestured for me to follow him. As I did, I noted the twists and turns so I could find my way back out, if needed.

     Gabriel and I reached the kitchen in probably less than a minute, he walked fast, curse his long legs. His strong voice brought me out of my cursing.

     "Pardon?"

     "I asked if you'd like Rose tea or Green tea," he shifted uncomfortably under my glare—since when is he anything but confident? Is he.. is he planning something?

     My eyes narrowed as I watched for any signs that he poisoned my tea or poured Holy Water in it. When he gave me my cup, I made sure not to say thank you.

     I watched him wearily as he took a sip of his, once he clearly didn't die of poison, I sipped mine cautiously. He... didn't poison me..?

     I frowned at him after downing my cup, watching as he slowly sipped his. Gabriel's beautiful violet eyes were closed and he mostly smelled the tea, rather than drank it.

     I snorted gently, it figures. Surely he wouldn't want to 'harm his celestial body with gross matter'—seriously, you don't know just how many times he's used that line over the millennia.

     Gabriel opened one eye and smiled at me but.. it wasn't a condescending one, for once. This one brought seemingly joy to his usual smug façade. Without realizing it, I smiled back—a genuine one, too!

     Dear Satan, what is this angel doing to me?