comment_fic drabbles 21-25: Leverage, SN, Heroes
Title: one day, when dreams have come true
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: Eliot/Hardison
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot/Alec, dreams of the future
He imagines a time where Eliot has given up retrieving and settled down with a stable full of horses that he's trained himself. Alec, in this dream, is the CEO of a company that's actually a front, staffed by people they've helped save. And they keep helping people, but Eliot doesn't have to fight anymore.
Not that Alec doesn't like the fighting, because it's hot, but he just knows it'll get Eliot killed one day, and this is fantasy, so he can imagine whatever he wants. It doesn’t have to be logical or even likely to happen. He just wishes it would.
Alec’s kissed, licked, and nibbled at every scar Eliot has. He knows there’ll be more. And he knows he’ll never ask Eliot to give up his career, because Eliot thinks it’s the one thing he’s good at, and Alec has to convince him otherwise without saying anything outright.
He’ll manage it one day, he knows that, too. He just hopes it’s before the one job where Eliot finds a fight he can’t win.
Title: nowhere left to fall
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season four
Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Castiel, fears
Castiel has never feared Falling because he knew he would never falter from his Father's will. There were no temptations for him; Heaven was pure and clean, all he could ever imagine wanting with the scant imagination given to angels.
Castiel has never feared Man because men were so blinded by their own desires and thoughts. Men were children, barely more than dust, though beautiful as are all Father's creations.
Touching Dean Winchester's soul, Castiel does not fear. Pouring Father's grace into Alistair's pet, Castiel does not wonder about Falling, about temptation, or about how what little of Dean remained curled up in his embrace as he hurried from Hell's flames.
Castiel does not feel his slow slide down. He never fears Falling.
When he plunges, after Zachariah’s machinations and Lucifer’s awakening, he still has not felt fear of Fall.
Title: weakness
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 125
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam/Dean "Love is great. But sometimes, it's just another way to bleed." (Anita Blake)
Samuel Winchester has one weakness, and every demon, angel, hunter, and killer in existence knows it.
The only thing to do, then, he determines, is to lock that weakness away. A hidden place, deep in the shadows, so far down into the core of his power that no one can ever find it.
So he does.
When Dean Winchester falls off the radar, at first everyone expects Samuel, his dark majesty, king of Heaven and Hell and everything in-between, to burn the world trying to get him back. And when he doesn’t-well, no one has the courage to question him.
There is but one person who hears Dean begging to be released. And he knows that this is all for the best.
Title: foresight
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Pairings: John/Mary, Azazel/Mary
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 105
Point of view: third
Prompt: "What we call the beginning is often the end/And to make an end is to make a beginning" (ts eliot)
Azazel smiled, host's lips pressed against the most delectable of all his chosen mothers. He'd finally found the perfect one, the woman to raise his special boy.
In ten years, he thought, licking her mouth before pulling back, I'll bleed in your son, and it will begin.
(What Azazel didn't know, what he couldn't have foreseen, what he would never have imagined, is that Mary had a son five years later, and that boy he bled in was merely the secondborn.
And Mary, when she kissed her baby boy goodnight, three years before his brother was even a glimmer, whispered, Let it end here.
It didn't.)
Title: blood will out
Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 3
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sylar, "One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria." (Anonymous)
Something's wrong with Nathan. Peter watches him, how he moves, how he speaks, the way he always fiddles with his watch. He didn't used to do that.
Sometimes, it's almost like something else is looking out of Nathan's eyes. And the words he chooses, the way he says them-different intonations. Everything is different, but no one else seems to notice. Mom is as scary and clingy as ever, Bennett’s off with his daughter, everyone has gone their separate ways as Nathan cleans up the mess he made, and no one else notices.
Nathan isn't Nathan. He's someone playing a part, and playing it well, but Peter has spent all his life watching his brother. And the man wearing Nathan's face? Is not his brother.
He doesn’t want to think it, but Nathan flew out the window with Sylar, and Sylar was a shapeshifter. Nothing else makes sense and he buries his face in his hands, tears pricking in his eyes.
His brother is dead. Who else knows? Matt must. Matt was at the pyre. Bennet-where else did the body they burn come from?
Nathan is dead and his killer is walking around wearing his skin.
Peter clenches his fists and does nothing. He’ll wait and see, because no cage can last forever and when Sylar escapes-
Peter shoves the knowledge deep down because he’s meeting Nathan for lunch and he can’t let on.