Supernatural Preferences

Sugar GabrielxReader

It was nine in the morning. You had been up since 5, slaving away in the kitchen for hours until Gabriel finally showed up.

"Hey sweetchee- what the fuck?" He said in confusion, staring around at the hundreds of cupcakes on every surface of the room. Trays were piled high on counters, the dining table and chairs had plates stacked on top of one another precariously, the fridge threatening to spill.

"I baked some cakes." You say nervously as you took in his bewildered yet amazed expression.

"I can see that." He said, the corner of his lips quirking up into a smile. "You realise I can create anything out of things air, right?"

"Yeah I know, but who wants crummy fake cakes when you can have my super delicious homemade cakes?" You tease, plucking a small one from a tray between your thumb and forefinger, waving it in front of his face before feeding it to him.

"They are pretty hard to beat," he said with his mouth full.

You laugh cheerily and turn around back to the cake mix you were stirring, the ingredients being beaten into golden gloop.

A loud rustling noise made you look up just as Gabriel poured the rest of the sugar down the back of your shirt. You squeal with horror as it scratches and tickles the nape of your neck all the way down your spine.

"Asshole!" You yelled at the angel who was currently in hysterics. Grabbing the baking soda you tip the remainder of the pot onto his head, leaving his honey coloured locks white.

"That's it, it's on," he growls, a mischievous grin on his face.

Within minutes, the kitchen is turned into a battlefield. You've tipped the table over onto its side and crouch behind it for cover. Gabriel had opened the fridge door and used that as a shield. Every last cupcake had been used as a weapon; the walls were covered in rainbow icing, no surface left untouched.

"Prepare to meet your doom, Trickster." You announce boldly, standing up and putting your fists on your hips.

"You cannot defeat me, Mortal." He declared, slamming the refrigerator shut to look you in the eye.

"We'll see about that, Archangel." You tell him, making a run for the last bag of flour that was laying on the counter. Gabriel beat you to it but you grabbed it anyway and began trying to yank it out of his grasp.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the bag exploded and with a poof white powder coated everything in the kitchen, including you and Gabriel.

You met his eyes and your lips twitched. He cracked a grin and, soon enough, you were both hooting with laughter, every time you tried to stop you would look at each other's powdery face and start laughing all over again.

"You're cleaning this up," you tell him as you two slump to the floor in exhaustion.

"Fine." He said, and with a snap of his fingers the mess was gone. "But you're making a fresh batch of cakes."