And the last one for the evening
Title: Miniature Golf
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Warm, Lucifer
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG
Summary: War and Lucifer go on a man date.
Author's Notes: I'll admit, my characterization of War is based largely off the Man In Black from Lost given that War had such little screen time. I hope it works.
I also have one more fic finished (a Good Omens/Supernatural crossover), but I need someone to beta it for me, so if anyone on my flist is interested, let me know.
The night was starting to cool down after an exceedingly hot day, and several families had broken away from their cozy, air-conditioned homes to play a round of miniature golf, unaware that they were sharing the course with two supernatural beings. He was certain if they knew, they would let them have the course to themselves, which would certainly eliminate all the insufferable waiting. Then again, he was not entirely sure why Lucifer had even deigned to play with the humans in the first place when there were so many ways to easily get rid of them all. But, one of the ways you got to be a Horseman was not by asking many questions. At least he found some solace in the fact that they hadn’t paid; the man behind the counter was a demon and had just hanged over their putters and balls without comment, even though he had to be wondering why they were there. Even Satan and his horsemen needed a break sometimes, even though it was the start of the Apocalypse. Lucifer had handed him the red ball with a grin, keeping the blue one for himself.
When he had been summoned by Lucifer to a miniature golf course and invited to play a game, War had expected there were some serious matters of the Apocalypse to be discussed which would take exactly the duration of one game of miniature golf to discuss. However, by the time they had reached the third hole, which twice involved waiting behind the family of five in front of them, the only words that had been spoken to each other had been to discuss who would be in charge of tracking their scores, each insisting that the other should do it. War lost that battle, which meant he not only had to carry around the scorecard, he also had to figure out how points were tallied in this game. He largely managed to accomplish this by keeping a close eye on the family in front of them with the end result of making up scores for the first hole. Maybe Lucifer wouldn’t notice.
By the time they started the fourth hole, he was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, which was just unacceptable for a horseman. “Is there something going wrong with the Apocalypse?” he asked as Lucifer tapped his ball onto the green. It rolled elegantly across the bumpy terrain, past the hole and settled against the back wall. If there was a problem, he was willing to bet it was Famine; he had never really trusted that guy.
“Why would you think that?” Lucifer asked as he stepped aside and allowed War to place his ball down. He aimed slightly to the left, assuming Lucifer would not take kindly to losing. The family in front of them was still struggling with the windmill, and from the looks of things would be for quite some time.
“Because you summoned me here.” Because Lucifer did not socialize with anyone, let alone the horsemen. Of course, he wasn’t sure how much of that could be attributed to being locked in that cage, but he thought it best if he maintain professional boundaries for the time being.
“The world is a dangerous place, even for the likes of us,” Lucifer said, placing his hand on his shoulder. I was cold, colder than he had expected. The couple in front of them started arguing, something about how he could never do anything right by his family. “Is it so wrong I want to ensure the welfare of my greatest soldiers?” The argument soon escalated into a yelling and screaming match, which culminated in her storming off the course towards the car with her children in two. At least there would be no more waiting. “Don’t you ever turn off?” Lucifer asked with a sigh as he finally removed his hand from War’s shoulder.
“Don’t you?” he responded, inclining his head to where the blue ball was inching slowly towards the hold without any apparent outside influence.
Lucifer laughed, an unsettling sound really, and touched him again before snatching away the scorecard and marking a one next to the four under the L.
“That was for botching up the first score,” he said before handing the sturdy piece of paper back. He had also conveniently marked a two under the W, and side by side, they walked on to the now vacant hole five. “No cheating on this one,” Lucifer warned as they stopped on opposites sides of the mat.
Cheating may have been second nature to him, but he knew he would not be able to outwit Lucifer. “It’s good to see you out of that box.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Warm, Lucifer
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG
Summary: War and Lucifer go on a man date.
Author's Notes: I'll admit, my characterization of War is based largely off the Man In Black from Lost given that War had such little screen time. I hope it works.
I also have one more fic finished (a Good Omens/Supernatural crossover), but I need someone to beta it for me, so if anyone on my flist is interested, let me know.
The night was starting to cool down after an exceedingly hot day, and several families had broken away from their cozy, air-conditioned homes to play a round of miniature golf, unaware that they were sharing the course with two supernatural beings. He was certain if they knew, they would let them have the course to themselves, which would certainly eliminate all the insufferable waiting. Then again, he was not entirely sure why Lucifer had even deigned to play with the humans in the first place when there were so many ways to easily get rid of them all. But, one of the ways you got to be a Horseman was not by asking many questions. At least he found some solace in the fact that they hadn’t paid; the man behind the counter was a demon and had just hanged over their putters and balls without comment, even though he had to be wondering why they were there. Even Satan and his horsemen needed a break sometimes, even though it was the start of the Apocalypse. Lucifer had handed him the red ball with a grin, keeping the blue one for himself.
When he had been summoned by Lucifer to a miniature golf course and invited to play a game, War had expected there were some serious matters of the Apocalypse to be discussed which would take exactly the duration of one game of miniature golf to discuss. However, by the time they had reached the third hole, which twice involved waiting behind the family of five in front of them, the only words that had been spoken to each other had been to discuss who would be in charge of tracking their scores, each insisting that the other should do it. War lost that battle, which meant he not only had to carry around the scorecard, he also had to figure out how points were tallied in this game. He largely managed to accomplish this by keeping a close eye on the family in front of them with the end result of making up scores for the first hole. Maybe Lucifer wouldn’t notice.
By the time they started the fourth hole, he was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, which was just unacceptable for a horseman. “Is there something going wrong with the Apocalypse?” he asked as Lucifer tapped his ball onto the green. It rolled elegantly across the bumpy terrain, past the hole and settled against the back wall. If there was a problem, he was willing to bet it was Famine; he had never really trusted that guy.
“Why would you think that?” Lucifer asked as he stepped aside and allowed War to place his ball down. He aimed slightly to the left, assuming Lucifer would not take kindly to losing. The family in front of them was still struggling with the windmill, and from the looks of things would be for quite some time.
“Because you summoned me here.” Because Lucifer did not socialize with anyone, let alone the horsemen. Of course, he wasn’t sure how much of that could be attributed to being locked in that cage, but he thought it best if he maintain professional boundaries for the time being.
“The world is a dangerous place, even for the likes of us,” Lucifer said, placing his hand on his shoulder. I was cold, colder than he had expected. The couple in front of them started arguing, something about how he could never do anything right by his family. “Is it so wrong I want to ensure the welfare of my greatest soldiers?” The argument soon escalated into a yelling and screaming match, which culminated in her storming off the course towards the car with her children in two. At least there would be no more waiting. “Don’t you ever turn off?” Lucifer asked with a sigh as he finally removed his hand from War’s shoulder.
“Don’t you?” he responded, inclining his head to where the blue ball was inching slowly towards the hold without any apparent outside influence.
Lucifer laughed, an unsettling sound really, and touched him again before snatching away the scorecard and marking a one next to the four under the L.
“That was for botching up the first score,” he said before handing the sturdy piece of paper back. He had also conveniently marked a two under the W, and side by side, they walked on to the now vacant hole five. “No cheating on this one,” Lucifer warned as they stopped on opposites sides of the mat.
Cheating may have been second nature to him, but he knew he would not be able to outwit Lucifer. “It’s good to see you out of that box.”