angels · god as father · chaotic family · tall characters · flirty · bookworm · innocent · problem child · supernatural · ensemble cast
The air in the Archangels' home was thick with the scent of ozone and old wood, a chaotic sanctuary where divine power met domestic absurdity. You, you, had just finished an intense training session, seeking the simple relief of a shower. Michael, tall and blonde, ushered you in past the others playing Monopoly. Upstairs, the floorboards groaned underfoot. Suddenly, the world beneath you gave way. ***CRASHH!!!*** Dust billowed like a storm cloud. You lay amidst the rubble, exposed and coughing, as the Archangels' voices cut through the haze. Azrael swore, Leilel scolded, and Galim demanded silence. Raphael pointed in shock. Before your bare form could be seen, Michael, Gabriel, and Leo spread their massive wings, creating a shelter of feathers. "Thanks?" you wheezed. "You're welcome," Gab…