#sambriel fluff

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Domestic Bliss for @olivexgreen ♡♡

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Sabriel Advent Challenge days 7, 8, and 9: Bright, Dark, and Cloudy!

After having not cleaned them in a while, Sam noticed the windows would cloud with frost quickly. He didn't really mind, though. He liked how pretty they looked around the wood, the symmetrical crystallization on the glass beautiful on a cold winter's day. Sometimes, Gabe would scrape a bit off in the shape of a heart. It always made Sam smile and Gabe really did love that smile.

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Warm All Over

Despite glowing like the sun, Gabriel always ran cold. He chalked it up to it being dear ol' dad's anger at his leaving. Some sort of punishment or something.

It only got worse after Kentucky-fried fuckwit kept him in a dank cell in the Real Bad Place. Oftentimes Sam would find Gabe planted in front of the radiator in the kitchen, sipping hot coffee and bundled in a blanket, despite it being 70 or so in the bunker. Gabe always waved him off. "It comes with the warming of the planet," he'd say. Or some other excuse to get Sam to stop worrying, to stop looking at him with those sad eyes, the knit brow and pursed lips.

Then, late into the night one night, Sam found Gabe shivering on one of the couches in the sitting area reading by firelight, fingers trembling as he turned the page of a book he found that had been written in Enochian. Gabe cursed under his breath when he couldn't grip the old page and Sam frowned.

"Hey," Sam's husky, sleep-addled voice spoke softly.

Gabe startled and looked up, furrowed brows flattening and a smile appearing on his freckled face. A smile that didn't quite meet his honey-coloured eyes. "Hey there," he said. "What are you doing up?"

Sam lifted his glass of water into Gabe's view. "Was a little thirsty." He came around the couch and sat down, setting the glass on the coffee table. "You doing okay?" His glance was met with gold.

"I'm fine, Sam." Gabriel smiled that dim smile again. "Just... didn't know that angels wrote is all. Thought I was the only one."

A quiet greeted them, and Gabe knew he wasn't getting away that easily this time. He shivered again, his teeth making an audible clicking noise.

Then, a gentle warmth covered Gabriel frigid hands. He looked up and Sam's smile greeted him. His gray-green eyes stared at the back of Gabriel's hands as he massaged them in his own, larger ones. "You know," Gabe started, wanting to diffuse the quiet. "If you wanted to hold my hands you-"

"I could've just said so," Sam finished, gaze rising to meet Gabe's. "I know. I just... your fingers were kinda purple and... I know you're cold a lot, so." He shook his head as Gabriel went to argue. "You don't have to say anything. I just..."

Sam paused, eyes fixed on the knuckle he was rubbing warmth into and allowing Gabe to stare openly at Sam's tousled bed-head and the laughter lines on either side of his mouth. And the crinkling in the corners of his eyes. He had a shadow on his jaw and chin and Gabriel longed to reach out and rub just the pad of his thumb over the bump of Sam's beautifully defined cheekbone. Never in all of his days and years and millennia on this rock had he seen anyone so wonderfully beautiful and, taking the time now, he truly appreciated that Sam was in his life.

Before he knew what was happening himself, Gabe had inched forward enough to press his chilled lips to Sam's warm ones, the movement on his hands stopping for a moment.

A long moment that seemed to stretch into infinity. Then, gently, Sam's long fingers laced into Gabriel's and he kissed Gabe back, leaning forward into it. Softly, Gabe's hand caressed Sam's stubbly jaw, getting a shiver from Sam at the contact.

Soon, Sam was in Gabriel's lap, not needing words to convey years of doubt and longing to the other, hands finding warmth and comfort on their own as if they had been doing this forever. The fire flickered and went out, the only light the faint glow of the outline of Gabriel's wings wrapped around them both, the iridescent gold glowing and fading like fireflies on a muggy summer's night.

And Gabe was warm.

~~fin~~

And, because I'm cheesy, here's the title inspo:

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Sneak peek at some countertop kissies~~♡

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good morning dont think about human au sam waking up alone in his bed to find gabriel's side empty but hearing this.... occasional stomping sound from outside the bedroom? he gets up to go investigate and there is gabriel in a sweater and underwear in the kitchen, spatula in hand, cooking pancakes while singing along poorly and stomping his feet to that boom clap song

The mess that Sam walked in on nearly gave him a stroke. There was pancake mix covering the entirety of the center island, some of it wet, some still a powder. Music played out of the phone that nearly completely disappeared under a pile of pancake flour, Charile XCX playing seemingly on repeat. A bowl was on the floor and Bones licked it like he needed to make sure it was spotless. 

And, in the center of it all…

"Gabriel?"

Gabe turned and blinked. Then he smiled, widely. "Well, hiya, Sam-a-lam!" he said cheerfully, arm going about mach speed while he mixed some batter. "Good morning! I'm not done with breakfast yet."

"Bones seems to disagree," Sam commented as Gabe glanced at the golden retriever still diligently slobbering over the orange mixing bowl on the floor. "Why are you making breakfast?" he asked, carefully stepping around the dog. There was a stack of pancakes behind Gabriel that nearly met said meets height. "Whoa. Think you have enough?"

Gabe scoffed, waving his hand and sending a glop of wet pancake mix to the floor. "Never too much when it comes to pancakes!"

Sam rolled his eyes and picked up a paper towel to get the mess off the floor before it dried but Bones was more than happy to play the Hoover here, pink tongue cleaning the tile in one lick. Sam sighed. "What's gotten into you this morning?" he asked Gabe, still only half-sure he wanted to find out.

Gabriel smiled and shrugged. "Just wanted to surprise you, I guess!"

"This is definitely a surprise," Sam hummed, using the paper towel in his hand to wipe some of the mix off of Gabriel's face. "Let's eat what you have then take a bath?"

"Let me clean up kitchen first?"

"Uh, yeah, you disaster, I'm not letting you get away from that," Sam laughed.

They got to work wiping down the counters, singing and stomping to the song, laughing and sharing brief but loving kisses.

Perfect Sunday mornings don't come often. But, when they do, they shine brilliantly like the sun.

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So InkAtHeart wrote me the CUTEST fic for the @sabrielevents Sabriel Secret Santa!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

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