Counting Ducklings
Title: Counting Ducklings
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gabriel/Lucifer
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Lucifer's counting his ducklings before they hatch.
Notes: Aaand, adding another pairing tag to my list... Originally written over at comment_fic.
"Lucifer."
Nothing.
"Lucifer."
Still nothing.
"Lucifer!"
The archangel jumped, jerked around to stare wide eyed at Gabriel. "What?"
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "They're not going to hatch in the next five minutes," he huffed. "And in the meantime, the absolutely awesome dinner I made is getting cold."
"But..." Lucifer looked back to the window he'd spent all afternoon staring out of and the nest visible through it. "But, Gabriel..."
Another roll of the eyes. "But nothing. Now, come eat or Dad so help me I'll change them into rocks."
Lucifer's eyes went wide. "You wouldn't!"
"I would," Gabriel challenged, hands on his hips. "Now. Come eat."
Lucifer cast one last glance at the nest--11 eggs, he'd counted--and slowly followed Gabriel into the kitchen.
After dinner, he was back against the window, watching. The mother duck--Lucifer had taken to calling her Matilda, as that had been the first name he'd thought of that didn't have some other association--was back and sitting on the nest, her bill tucked into her breast. Lucifer smiled, then frowned.
Nothing was wrong, but it had just occurred to him that he would have to name each of the ducklings when they hatched. And they may not hatch tonight, but still. He liked to be prepared for these sorts of things.
"Paul, George, Carl," he muttered, ticking off eggs. "Katie, Oprah, Zoe, Joe, Nicole..."
"Don't count your ducklings until they're hatched," Gabriel said, voice drifting out from the kitchen. Lucifer scowled.
"I'm not!" he called back, irritated that he'd lost his place. Starting over, he pointed at the eggs. "Paul, George, Carl, Katie..."
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gabriel/Lucifer
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Lucifer's counting his ducklings before they hatch.
Notes: Aaand, adding another pairing tag to my list... Originally written over at comment_fic.
"Lucifer."
Nothing.
"Lucifer."
Still nothing.
"Lucifer!"
The archangel jumped, jerked around to stare wide eyed at Gabriel. "What?"
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "They're not going to hatch in the next five minutes," he huffed. "And in the meantime, the absolutely awesome dinner I made is getting cold."
"But..." Lucifer looked back to the window he'd spent all afternoon staring out of and the nest visible through it. "But, Gabriel..."
Another roll of the eyes. "But nothing. Now, come eat or Dad so help me I'll change them into rocks."
Lucifer's eyes went wide. "You wouldn't!"
"I would," Gabriel challenged, hands on his hips. "Now. Come eat."
Lucifer cast one last glance at the nest--11 eggs, he'd counted--and slowly followed Gabriel into the kitchen.
After dinner, he was back against the window, watching. The mother duck--Lucifer had taken to calling her Matilda, as that had been the first name he'd thought of that didn't have some other association--was back and sitting on the nest, her bill tucked into her breast. Lucifer smiled, then frowned.
Nothing was wrong, but it had just occurred to him that he would have to name each of the ducklings when they hatched. And they may not hatch tonight, but still. He liked to be prepared for these sorts of things.
"Paul, George, Carl," he muttered, ticking off eggs. "Katie, Oprah, Zoe, Joe, Nicole..."
"Don't count your ducklings until they're hatched," Gabriel said, voice drifting out from the kitchen. Lucifer scowled.
"I'm not!" he called back, irritated that he'd lost his place. Starting over, he pointed at the eggs. "Paul, George, Carl, Katie..."