Suspicious - Chapter 15 [GabrielxReader]

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Chapter:    15 - "Gifts Are Optional"

Pairing:    Gabriel/Reader

Summary:     Something about your new college's janitor just seems suspicious.

Warning Level:    ●○○○○ Low / Fluff

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The next day, you still didn't have any clue what to do about... well... everything. You so wished for one simple, boring college day, and for a while that's what it was. You daydreamed through half of the day, drawing little swirls all over the sides of your sheets, almost hypnotizing yourself. There was not a single word from the professor, you really understood. If only you had a pillow, you would sleep better now, than you did last night. You were pretty sure you had dreamed something, but you couldn't remember what it was.

When it was time for lunch break, you made your way to the cafeteria, as usual. You got in line, which wasn't very long today. They finally sold burgers again, and you couldn't wait to eat something other than Margie's gummy bears. When it was your turn, you pointed at the menu.

»A cheeseburger, please.«

The young guy behind the counter was at least two meters tall, very slender with carrot-red hair and a face full of freckles. He stared down at you as if you said something in a foreign language. He squinted a little, making you feel like you had a hard to read text on your forehead. Now you frowned a little.

»Uhm... I said...-«

»Are you (Y/N)?«

You blinked in confusion.

»Uh... yeah...?«

The boy turned around to grab something from the top of a fridge. Then he took one of the cheeseburgers and put in on a plate. He placed it on the counter along with the pink letter.

»That's 2,29$. Next time I'll charge my services as a mailman.«

You frowned again, while handing him the money.

»What the hell is this...?«

»What do I know? The janitor gave me this. He said you would order a cheeseburger, and that you would look like this.«

You did not ask what 'this' meant, even though you were curious. You just took your food and the letter and turned away, in a strange sort of embarrassment. Once you had reached your usual place, you took a bite of your lunch and then quickly opened up that awfully pink envelop. The sheet inside had the same color. When you unfolded it, a little chocolate bar fell out of it.

»... very funny.« You mumbled.

You pushed it aside, and read the small, neatly written words.

'Visit me tonight.

Bring your little friend. (You know, the one with the grandma-glasses.)

Gifts are optional.

Gabe'

You just stared at the letters with the dumbest expression on your face, trying to understand what the hell this meant. Seriously? He wants you to bring Margaret to... what... some of his crazy 'midnight buffets'?! Could you even consider that? What were you supposed to tell her? Last time the two of you talked about him, you were angry and didn't exactly hide it. You began to rub the bridge of your nose, trying to make a decision. There must be a reason for this... right?

A few hours later, you and Margie walked upstairs, heading to the janitors apartment. You had told her he was some sort of a friend, since you sometimes met and talked at the cafeteria. After roughly quoting the letter (leaving out the part about her glasses), she got all jittery and nervous about the fact, he invited her too. Now she was walking beside you, holding a plate full of freshly baked chocolate-chip-cookies. She was really good at cooking and baking, and the smell alone made your taste buds tingle. Since it was 'optional', you had brought nothing but suspicion.

»I hope he likes cookies...« Margie smiled a bit.

»Oh... don't worry 'bout that...« You rolled your eyes.

After walking down the last, dark aisle, you finally reached the right door. You silently exhaled and lifted your hand to knock. However, before you could do so, the door swung open making you flinch in surprise.

»Helloooo ladies!« Gabriel sung with a big grin on his face.

You just stood there, examining him. Looking for something out of the ordinary. Well, compared to usually.

»Hello... 'Gabe'.« You said, without any expression.

He gave you a brief smile, but then turned to Margie.

»Do I smell cookies...?« His eyes widened.

The girl's cheeks turned red until she resembled a tomato. She lowered her head, smiling awkwardly.

»Y-yes...«

Gabriel stepped aside to let the both of you in. As soon as he had closed the door, he gently took the plate from Margie, putting it on the counter. Then he gave her a beautiful smile.

»How very kind of you.« He said in a soft voice.

Then he turned his head to you, the smile slightly fading.

»Look what she made! Why don't you ever make cookies for me?«

What?

Your clenched your fists, remembering how you baked that stupid cake in the middle of the night. You swallowed an answer, refusing to let him provoke you.

»Ah, I need to introduce you to someone, come one.«

He walked over to Margaret, put a hand on her back and led her through the room to the couch, where Archie was sleeping. Something about this picture suddenly bothered you like crazy. You didn't know why, but it reminded you of the first time you were here. All alone eating pie and watching cake boss with Gabriel.

You shook your head and cleared your throat to get his attention. When that didn't seem to work, you tried it again, louder. You folded your arms, waiting for him to come back to you. But he just turned his head around.

»Do you need a cough drop, (Y/N)?«

That was enough. You made it through the living room quickly, grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him away from Margie, who was distracted by the dog.

»What the heck are you playing here?!« You aggressively whispered.

Gabriel gave you a confused look.

»I just thought you might feel the need to talk. After you found out about my... secret.« He raised a brow.

»...what...?! Oh no... you are-« You paused for a second, to make sure Margie wasn't hearing you.
»... you are not an angel!«

The small man's expression changed into something unreadable. He looked to the side and exhaled in an exhausted sounding way.

»I guess I saw that coming...«

With that said, he stood tall, looked over to Margaret and snapped. The girl froze on the spot, similar to Dan a few days ago. You had no idea what was about to happen now, and it made you kind of nervous. Gabriel walked away from you and placed himself in the middle of the room. Then he waved his hand and Margie began to move towards him, like a puppet on strings. He somehow made her stand right next to him, her face completely blank.

»... what are you doing...?« You didn't like what was going on right now.

»Relax. Enjoy the show.«

He winked and then leaned over to Margie to speak into her ear.

»What's your name?«

»Margaret Louise Reid.«

»Where were you born?«

»Bellwood, Illinois.«

»Your favourite food...?«

»Lasagna.«

»What about...-«

At that point, you just raised both of your hands.

»Whoa, stop! Is that supposed to prove your point?«

Gabriel didn't answer.

»I bet any demon could do that. That proves nothing.«

»... fine... how about... this.«

Now Gabriel raised his right hand and with a sharp sound, something flew out of the kitchen and directly into his palm. It was an eight inch cooking knife, the shining blade reflecting one side of his face. The color left your skin, and before you could even react, the so-called angel had grabbed Margie's right arm and slid the knife all across it's length. A terrifying stream of blood was oozing out of the clean cut and dripped onto the white flokati. You were so shocked, no word left your mouth. Then Gabriel dropped the knife to the floor and raised his right thumb. He made an elegant move, that seemed to be just for the show and reminded you of David Copperfield or something. His finger made his way from the bottom to the top of the long wound, causing it to disappear and leaving nothing but the blood.

»Healing.« He said, sounding almost bragging.

Your mouth was open, until you forced yourself to shut it. Healing indeed sounded biblical in a way. On the other hand, you had seen magic tricks more impressive than that. You straightened your face again and shrugged.

»I don't believe you.«

Something about that seemed to turn a switch in Gabriel. His face darkened as he let go of Margie's arm and started marching towards you. You stumbled backwards, but the kitchen counter was right behind you.

»So, what do I have to do, to make you believe me, princess?«

His jaw made a cracking sound as he spoke in an angry tone.

»Do I need to grow grass out of my hand?«

Something in his eyes seemed to flicker.

»Walk on water maybe?«

The whole room seemed to darken a notch and your own body felt so much smaller.

»Why not dividing the sea, huh?!«

Your eyes widened as some kind of warm light spread from behind Gabriel's back and rose all over the apartment's walls, like a giant projection. It was glittering in stunning shades of gold and painted the whole room with the color of a sunset. It was hard to get the shape of it, because the small flat didn't seem to be able to contain this. But as you slowly turned your head around in pure amazement, following the lines on the wall, you thought you recognized a wing. The atmosphere was indescribable. It seemed to be warm, and perfectly pleasant, like being wrapped in a fluffy blanked and absolutely weightless. When you turned your head back, you found Gabriel was standing right in front of you now, his stern face completely out of place. He looked up, as if he had just realized what had happened. He breathed out, and within a second, the whole glow disappeared. It felt like something heavy pulled you down now, and your heart was pumping so hard, it almost hurt. The air seemed cold and dry as if you had just woken up from a dream.

Your eyes met Gabriel's, who was about to say something, but you nodded.

You just nodded.