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srs2012_r1Summary: It doesn't matter if the protagonists are soldiers of heaven or fluffy, heart-eating fiends, some stories will always end the same.
Word Count: Under 550
Characters: Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel
Pairings: Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel Dynamics
Tags: AU
Three dogs lay in the warmth of a crackling fire. It was a familiar scene, the three longtime companions and brothers. But the peaceful sleep, the dreams of a good belly rub and a human heart for supper didn’t come easily for one of them. His ears twitched and his nails scratched at the wood of the cabin restlessly. The scarred husky picked himself up and arched his back until he stood upright, not on paws but human feet in a body. “He’s not coming back.”
“Course he’s coming back,” the corgi by the fire said, slowly stretching out and into human flesh like his companion. “Dad always comes back.”
“It’s been a month.”
“And what? You know how he is. Probably off turning some new blood or,” he chuckled, “out trying to make pups some other way—if you know what I mean.”
“Normally we hear from him by now.” The husky scowled in frustration, his face scarred and matching the muzzle of his other form. “Anything. Orders. Promises. We’ve heard nothing. He’s been growing more distant by the month. Face it. The Alpha is gone.”
“Watch your tongue,” the other man in the room, the golden retriever, growled. He was already starting to dress in the clothes they kept at hand in a basket by the fire. Unlike his brothers, the older man preferred to remember his more human ways from time to time.
“You know it’s true.”
“I know that father is missing, but that does not mean he is gone.”
Lucifer growled, eyes flashing to those piercing husky blues. “What proof do you have? Has he spoken to you? Told you all of his little plans? Because you’re the favorite? The first of the pack?”
“You know that’s not true,” the elder snorted. “Father’s always liked you best.”
“He has a damn funny way of showing it.”
“Luci… Mikey…” Gabriel began, trying to get in the middle of them before this turned into a dogfight. “Guys, come on, settle down. We can go look for him, okay? We can—”
Lucifer shot the younger male a look, using only his own force of will to inform the omega this was not his argument to interject in. The corgi whimpered, stepped back, and watched with sad eyes, knowing Lucifer could tear him to pieces should he ever want to. He trusted Lucifer and Michael, trusted that they would never hurt him, but that look in his brother’s eyes told him now was not the time to interfere with the big dogs.
“This pack needs a new alpha.”
Michael stared. A new alpha? That was absurd. Alphas weren’t replaceable; they were made by mother Eve. Even Lucifer, thickskulled as he was, had to know that. “There’s only one—”
“Who says? Father? And you trust him?” Lucifer stepped closer to Michael, standing tall, refusing to show weakness in the older male’s eyes. “He’ll say what he has to keep his sad little throne.”
It was silent as Lucifer and Michael watched each other; one so full of determination and ambition, the other somber and worried, not for himself, but for the stubborn young dog in front of him. “Who else are we to trust if we cannot trust him?”
Word Count: Under 550
Characters: Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel
Pairings: Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel Dynamics
Tags: AU
Three dogs lay in the warmth of a crackling fire. It was a familiar scene, the three longtime companions and brothers. But the peaceful sleep, the dreams of a good belly rub and a human heart for supper didn’t come easily for one of them. His ears twitched and his nails scratched at the wood of the cabin restlessly. The scarred husky picked himself up and arched his back until he stood upright, not on paws but human feet in a body. “He’s not coming back.”
“Course he’s coming back,” the corgi by the fire said, slowly stretching out and into human flesh like his companion. “Dad always comes back.”
“It’s been a month.”
“And what? You know how he is. Probably off turning some new blood or,” he chuckled, “out trying to make pups some other way—if you know what I mean.”
“Normally we hear from him by now.” The husky scowled in frustration, his face scarred and matching the muzzle of his other form. “Anything. Orders. Promises. We’ve heard nothing. He’s been growing more distant by the month. Face it. The Alpha is gone.”
“Watch your tongue,” the other man in the room, the golden retriever, growled. He was already starting to dress in the clothes they kept at hand in a basket by the fire. Unlike his brothers, the older man preferred to remember his more human ways from time to time.
“You know it’s true.”
“I know that father is missing, but that does not mean he is gone.”
Lucifer growled, eyes flashing to those piercing husky blues. “What proof do you have? Has he spoken to you? Told you all of his little plans? Because you’re the favorite? The first of the pack?”
“You know that’s not true,” the elder snorted. “Father’s always liked you best.”
“He has a damn funny way of showing it.”
“Luci… Mikey…” Gabriel began, trying to get in the middle of them before this turned into a dogfight. “Guys, come on, settle down. We can go look for him, okay? We can—”
Lucifer shot the younger male a look, using only his own force of will to inform the omega this was not his argument to interject in. The corgi whimpered, stepped back, and watched with sad eyes, knowing Lucifer could tear him to pieces should he ever want to. He trusted Lucifer and Michael, trusted that they would never hurt him, but that look in his brother’s eyes told him now was not the time to interfere with the big dogs.
“This pack needs a new alpha.”
Michael stared. A new alpha? That was absurd. Alphas weren’t replaceable; they were made by mother Eve. Even Lucifer, thickskulled as he was, had to know that. “There’s only one—”
“Who says? Father? And you trust him?” Lucifer stepped closer to Michael, standing tall, refusing to show weakness in the older male’s eyes. “He’ll say what he has to keep his sad little throne.”
It was silent as Lucifer and Michael watched each other; one so full of determination and ambition, the other somber and worried, not for himself, but for the stubborn young dog in front of him. “Who else are we to trust if we cannot trust him?”
