comment_fic: 31-35 - Charmed, Dark Angel, Supernatural, Leverage
Title: if you can’t beat ‘em
Fandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: unchanged future
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 62
Point of view: third
Prompt: Wyatt/Chris, fix you
You'll come around, Chris, he says. This is for your own good. If you were anyone else... He lets his voice trail off, eyes bright in the belief that he's right.
Chris doesn't answer, held fast by magic-proof chains, still sore from the fight when Wyatt dragged him back through time.
You'll come around, Wyatt says again. So sure.
Chris believes him.
Title: no escape
Fandom: Dark Angel
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 2
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 160
Point of view: third
Prompt: Alec/Ben (in Alec's head), Ben talking to him during his stay in jail during Hello, Goodbye.
You're a hunter, Ben tells him. A predator.
"Shut up," Alec mutters, arms tight around himself.
We can leave, Ben cajoles. So easily. They can't stop us.
Alec tried covering his ears hours ago. He tried singing, tried meditating, tried picking fights so the guards would beat him and he could focus on that instead. No dice. Nothing worked.
Ben is in his head. Alec knows he didn't kill Timothy Ryan, and he knows Ben went crazy, and he also knows that they have DNA evidence the murder is on his hands.
Alec's no fool.
They're weak, Ben purrs, and Alec glances towards the door. He can hear them on the other side, sloppy and slow. Get out of this cage, brother.
It would be so easy.
“No,” he whispers, hunching over. “I’m not a killer anymore.”
We’re predators, Alec, Ben murmurs, and Alec can see the smirk on that identical face. We’ll always be killers. It’s in our blood.
Title: everything is new
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Pairings: implied Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
Prompt: Castiel/Dean, Lonely No More
He is severed from Father's voice. From his brothers and sisters. From Grace and Light and Peace. His wings have been taken, all the abilities he has never been without, everything that made him an angel-
He is alone, newly-created body battered and bruised, and it hurts. Pain has always been distant, an affliction of the vessel. Now it is his.
It is beautiful. Something his and his alone.
But the silence in his mind is so resounding… Father? he calls, seeking outward with a completely human mind. Azrael, Raphael, Michael? No answer and he closes his eyes.
He has a voice now. One that humans can hear without fear of bodily harm. He has a voice that is physical, that can be felt by a hand to the throat, by fingers to the lips. He has a voice and he speaks. “Michael?” He looks to the sky, waiting, but Michael does not respond.
Father does not respond. Is this how humans always feel?
He slumps down, letting his head rest on the dirt. His body aches. His shoulders burn. He misses Heaven. Father. Michael. Peace.
“Cas?” His entire body jerks at that voice. “Castiel? Anna said you’d be here. Castiel!”
He rolls slowly over, pushing up with his arms, climbing to his knees, then his feet. His. This body is entirely his, entirely new, Michael’s last, best gift.
“Dean!” he replies, coughing as his throat chokes at the unfamiliar volume.
He wonders what Dean will think of this new body, if he’d prefer the old vessel. He catalogues the emotion as anticipation and can’t wait to find out.
Title: worth the wait
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot/Alec, three course meal
The appetizer is crab cakes, the entrée jambalaya (which Alec’s never had before, but tastes what he imagines is pretty damned authentic, and man, Alec’s been missing out by never spending much time in the south), and the first dessert is red velvet cake. With homemade cream-cheese icing, hotdamn. Alec’s the luckiest guy on the planet, and he cleans his plate because the second dessert, well-
The second dessert isn’t something you talk about in polite company, and Nana’s always watching. Except, Alec hopes she’s looking away now, because Eliot is smirking across the table, chugging down his lemonade, and Alec is damned tired of waiting.
But, yeah. The second dessert is totally worth the wait.
Title: happy endings were never for us
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 110
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam/Dean, Starcrossed
It could never end happily, with flowers and rainbows and riding into the sunset together, secure in Dad's blessing. Dad could never know. No one could know.
Dean should never have said yes. He knew it then and he knows it now, but Sam... Sam is Sam. And Dean can't say no to him.
(Part of him, the part that's not screaming in pain and full of fury, is relieved when Sam goes to Stanford.)
Dean will never make the first move, but Sam comes to him in the weeks after Jessica's death and Dean can't say no.
It won't end happily, of that Dean is sure. And it doesn't.