Lunes - Hurt/Comfort

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Happy Monday! I'm drabblewriter , and I'll be your evil overlord host this week. Our first theme is hurt/comfort. Have fun hurting one character, physically or emotionally, and have another comfort them.

Remember to follow the rules:

• Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.
• No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
• Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below:
•           Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Dean is exhausted but can't sleep because of nightmares of Hell
•           Supernatural, Sam/Nick, the anniversary of his wife and son's death

If none of today's prompts are doing it for you, be sure to check out the Lonely Prompts.

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Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, Eliot gets hurt in a fight, and Hardison comforts him

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Eliot was laid out across the couch asleep when Hardison bypassed his security and slipped into the man’s apartment. Not the smartest idea Hardison ever had but he was worried and couldn’t help himself.

Now that he was standing here, looking at the bruised up form and listening to the soft breaths coming from Eliot he was at a loss as to where to go from here. So he started picking up the mess that littered the surrounding tables and the kitchen. Once he was finished he sat on the floor, propped up against the couch and watched the television on mute.

When a soft hand rested across his chest, Hardison startled, “Did you clean my place?”

“You were sleeping and I was worried about you.” Hardison gave a one shouldered shrug. “You need anything?”

“Ice.”

“Be right back.” Hardison made quick work of fixing up an icepack and he handed it over to Eliot before sitting next to him on the couch. “You good?”

“No.” Eliot admitted quietly. “This blows. I hurt.”

Hardison eyed the bruises again before resituating himself on the couch, “Come here.”

“What?” Eliot cocked a brow.

“Believe me, you might cuddle but it’ll relieve the pressure on your ribs. Unless you’re afraid?”

“You just want to snuggle with me.” Eliot grumbled as he curled up, halfway on top of Hardison and halfway on the couch. “Turn the volume up. I like this show.”

“Ace of Cakes?” Hardison let out of chuckle before he could stop himself. He let a hand rest on Eliot’s back as he calmed himself. “If you say so, man. It must be the painkillers talking.”

“Whatever,” Eliot looked up at Hardison and yawned. “Stay?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t think of leaving.” Haridson ran the hand that was resting on Eliot’s back through his hair.

“That’s nice.” Eliot admitted in a sleepy whisper. “Nobody’s ever done this for me.”

“Well I won’t tell.”

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Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Dean is exhausted but can't sleep because of nightmares of Hell

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Supernatural, Sam/Nick, the anniversary of his wife and son's death

A Step | Supernatural, Sam/Nick, the anniversary of his wife and son's death

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Nick is up on the roof of their hotel when Sam finds him. He’s standing on the edge staring at the pavement three stories below. Sam approaches carefully, even if Nick isn’t contemplating killing himself it would be far too easy for him to fall. “Nick, what’s going on?”

Nick turns to him, his face streaked with tears. “It’s been a year you know. I almost forgot, how stupid is that? They were everything to me and I almost forgot about them. I should have just let Lucifer kill me.”

“And where would that leave me?” Sam isn’t really surprised to hear where Nick’s thoughts have gone. Nick has been suffering from depression over the last six months, ever since Lucifer had left him for Sam. Castiel claimed that it was a side effect of being Lucifer’s vessel, Sam wasn’t so sure. He’d been Lucifer’s vessel and he couldn’t imagine missing the feeling of being burned alive. That pain has become a part of him and now the only peace he can find is holding Nick and knowing he’s not alone. He can’t imagine living without him.

Nick gave him a bitter-sweet smile. “You’d be with Jessica, wouldn’t you? Then we’d both be happy. We’d be whole again. Wouldn’t that be better than this life we’re living?”
Sam wants to argue, wants to say that their doing all right, but he doesn’t want to tell such an obvious lie. Instead he contemplates the pavement that below and thinks about the possibility Nick has laid out for them. He thinks about finding happiness and normality in his own personal heaven.

Together he and Nick take a step and infinity rushes up to meet them.

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RPS, Chris/Steve, Steve is hurt during a gig, and Christian comforts him

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CW RPS, Jared/Jensen, dislocated shoulder

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AtS, Angel/Spike, Angel is tormented by memories of Angelus, and Spike 'comforts' him.

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Supernatural, Sam/any, The nightmares about Jess never really stopped.

FILLED: Myrrh, pre-Sam/Castiel, PG-13

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It’s like it is every other time. He’s in bed, he wakes up to a wall of fire and Jess and that smell of burning paint and flesh, and he can’t scream. But Sam catches a shadow in the room and for once his eyes are drawn away from the horror above him. Castiel is staring at him.

Sam wakes up in a motel room in Waynoka, Oklahoma. Castiel is sitting on Dean’s bed, still staring at Sam. That is more surprising than finding his pillow is damp.

“She was important to you,” Castiel says.

Sam nods. He doesn’t have the words.

“I can help you.”

“I don’t want to forget,” Says says. It’s why he’s here. It’s why he hunts and why he has Dean in his life again. It’s why he’ll say no to Lucifer for an eternity, even an eternity in Hell.

“I can help you with the burden.”

It’s angelic English and Sam doesn’t know what it means exactly, but Castiel looks serious. His elbows rest on his knees and his hands are clasped together loosely like he just finished praying.

Sam’s shoulders fall, tension he didn’t know he was holding drifts away, and he relaxes slightly. He nods again. “Okay,” he says.

Castiel moves from the edge of Dean’s bed to sit next to Sam. Backlit in the dark room, Castiel is outlined in a halo of light, the way Sam had always expected an angel to glow. He pulls a small ceramic bottle from his pocket. Sam wedges an elbow under himself to get a better look, but a firm hand lays him back down.

“Close your eyes,” Castiel says.

Castiel may not glow, but his eyes do and Sam obeys. Sam hears a quiet pop, the bottle being uncorked. A sharp smell of the earth after the season’s first rain reaches him first, but then he picks up the light scent of lavender at the end. He hears the rustle of Castiel’s coat.

A finger, slick with scented oil, lightly touches the skin between his eyebrows. Sam breaths deeply, the earthy scent filling his lungs and seeping into his extremities. Fingers on both of his temples and the knots in his back begin to untangle.

Castiel is whispering in Enochian. Sam knows enough to recognize it’s not an exorcism or summons. It’s rhythmic, almost like a hymn. Two fingers rest at the center of his collarbone and Sam thinks they alone are powerful enough to hold him in place. But he doesn’t want to move, he doesn’t need to run. He feels the blood in his veins and it feels good for once, not a reminder of what he could be or has been, but of what he is. He feels the warmth of something profound course through him and it makes his heart flutter like wings.

Castiel’s hymn ends, but his fingers are still on Sam’s chest. Sam opens his eyes. Castiel is only inches from him. Instead of startling back at being caught, Castiel disappears completely.

Sam fights it, but falls asleep within minutes. He dreams of Jess. They’re sitting on a pier overlooking the ocean and she curls into his side against the cold San Francisco winds. They’re alone. They’re each other’s whole world.

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Supernatural, Dean/Gabriel, Dean gets hurt on a hunt and has no choice but accept Gabriel's help.

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Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, Cas realizes how much the word 'abomination' hurts Sam.

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Prince Of Persia, Dastan (/any), Trying to forget his brothers died before he came back in time.

Are you Ok?

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He needs to make sure they're ok, because everything is blurry and confusing. He's not sure what's real and what happened in the other time stream. He has to know that they're alive, he has to forgot his brother's lifeless face. He has to forgot the blood on his hands, because if he doesn't he might go insane.

Dastan sneaks up on his two brother's who are laughing in joy with his father, and he smiles to himself. Yes, he made everything right.

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X-Men, Wolverine/any, Jean's death hurt him more than he expected it to.

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Logan didn’t know for sure if he had ever lost someone before and if he had cared. Stryker had told him that he had lived like an animal before but he couldn’t trust the man’s word and Remy, who was the only one Logan knew that knew him from before, wasn’t very forthcoming with information of Logan’s past.
The only experience with loss he has is Rogue, first when Magneto kidnapped her and then when she lay lifelessly in his arms when he had feared that Magneto’s machine had killed her. But Rogue was alive and well and happy and Logan found that he had a hard time coping with Jean’s death, with the events around Alcatraz, too, but especially with her.
He almost wished for those confusing nightmares about his past he used to have instead for the clear image of killing Jean with his own hands. It didn’t matter that it had been for her and everyone else’s good the sheer terror in that memory always woke him up.
Logan wasn’t the only one who didn’t sleep at night and avoided the living room and the kitchen and usually went outside on to the terrace for a smoke.
“You should go to bed.” He said gruffly when he heard footsteps behind him. The smell told him that it was Angel.
“I can’t sleep without you.” Angel replied and sat down on the railing.
“How did you sleep before you met me?”
Angel shrugged: “I couldn’t miss what I didn’t have, could I?” He reached out to touch Logan’s arm.
“I know we don’t know each other very well but I can see that you’re hurt and I don’t like seeing you like this.”
What Angel said was true. They had messed up the whole dating-kissing-sex-routine by having sex first, kissed only after the fifth or sixth time and despite doing it for two months now never having done something that even resembled a date.
“I don’t need your help, kid.”
“I know. And I would like to point out that since it’s true that I don’t sleep well without you, I‘m only acting in my own best interest here. And that is to keep you in bed with me.” Angel smiled but his intelligent eyes searched for Logan’s and kept his gaze when he found it. Logan suddenly realised that Angel didn’t ask for more than Logan had asked from him. He may not remember loss but he remembered the comfort of not being alone.
“Okay.” Logan said finally. Angel yawned and offered him a tired smile:
“I knew you would see reason. Let’s go back to bed, yeah?”
Staying in bed with Angel after waking up didn’t miracously stop the nightmares or made falling asleep again easier but at least one of them slept well and for now that was comfort enough.

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Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Ianto needs comfort after watching him die over and over again.

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Jack turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling much better now that he had cleaned the blood and grime and thin sheen of alien bodily fluids from his body. It had been a hard night, chasing after an alien with retractable claws that they hadn't known about until it had managed to take Jack by surprise with one very good swipe, but a little bit of Torchwood ingenuity and they had gotten it under control with no more problems and certainly no lasting deaths.

Wrapping a towel around his waist - more out of habit than any actual modesty - Jack headed out to the rest of his quarters in the Hub... only to be confronted with the sight of Ianto standing over a washbasin and frantically scrubbing at Jack's bloodstained shirt. The younger man was not wearing a tie and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The expression on his face was a mixture of determination and anguish.

Ianto hadn't noticed Jack entering the room, so focussed he was on trying to clean Jack's shirt, and so when Jack approached him from behind and wrapped his arms around him, he jumped. Jack held him close though, resting his chin on the younger man's shoulder and gently holding his arms in place until he stopped what he was doing.

"You don't need to worry about that shirt, you know," Jack told Ianto soothingly. "I've got about a dozen of them still in my closet..."

Then Ianto turned to look at him, and Jack saw that his eyes were red-rimmed and shining with wetness.

"I need to try and clean it," he started to explain, his voice husky, "because if I can get all the blood out, it would be like it had just never happened..."

Jack said nothing at first; he just continued to hold his lover in his arms. Eventually he said, "This is about my dying earlier tonight." A statement, not a question.

Ianto made a sound in his throat that could have been a laugh or a sob. "You'd think I'd have gotten used to it by now," he said, "or at least accepted it as just another part of the job. But I can't. Every time I see you shot, or lying on the ground in a pool of your own blood... Every time I hold you as I watch the light go out in your eyes... It feels like a piece of my soul is dying along with you, Jack. Every. Single. Time. And I don't know what to do about it, and that just makes it even worse."

"But I came back, didn't I?" Jack pointed out. "I'm always going to come back, Ianto, I'm always going to come back for you."

"That... That's always in the back of my mind too, Jack... What if one day you don't?"

Jack couldn't think of an answer to that. Not one he could put into words, at any rate. Instead he just turned Ianto round in his arms and held him close, planting gentle kisses on the younger man's forehead again and again until he felt the tension start to bleed out of Ianto's body as Ianto finally wrapped his arms around him.

They stayed like that for a while.

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Firefly, Simon & River, After he's shot, River stays in the infirmary and tells him stories.

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Charmed, Chris & Cole, Futurefic: Cole always fixes the mess Leo makes of him.

Can Only Pray | Charmed, Chris & Cole, Futurefic: Cole always fixes the mess Leo makes of him.

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Chris is sobbing into his pillow, angry and sad because Leo didn’t come to his school play. He’s trying to hide his tears because Wyatt and the sisters would claim he’s being over dramatic, and to stop being stupid. Cole sees them anyway, and he wishes so much that he could tell Chris that he’s not being stupid. No matter what his family says.

Leo is being a jackass and he only wishes he could tell Leo that to his face. Unfortunately he can’t he’s still being punished for his hubris, so all he can do is tuck Chris in when he cries himself to sleep and pray that things will get better for the boy in the future.

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DCU, Dick and Jason, Broken things don't fix themselves.

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Castle, Castle/Beckett, he tells her about his father

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Dollhouse, Adelle & or / Topher, Rossum

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True Blood, Jason & Sookie, Nobody gets to talk about his sister.

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Merlin (BBC), Arthur/Merlin, after Morgana leaves

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Doctor Who, OT3 of Amy/Rory/Doctor, Rory has a habit of getting injured and it turns out that the nurse isn't a very good patient. He's used to looking after others, not being looked after, but Amy and the Doctor are persistant

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Fringe, Walter & Peter, Walter has a nightmare so it's Peter who has to calm him down.

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Doctor Who, Rory/Amy/Doctor, Rory has been complaining how he's always the one getting hurt, so when Amy is injured so badly she goes into a coma, Rory is wracked with guilt. Rory cares for Amy and the Doctor tries to comfort Rory.

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DC Comics, Cassie Sandsmark/Kara Zor-El, temporary blindness.

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DC Comics, Lian Harper/Milagro Reyes, massages after training.

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DCU, Damian Wayne, Dick Graysom, Tim Drake, Damian gets shot in a mission and his brothers help him bath (needless to say he's one unhappy puppy)

Dirty Puppy- Fill

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"Damian Wayne! Stop squirming!"

"Never Grayson! You are not giving me a bath, I can do it myself!"

"Not with that wound"

"Damian, I know from experience that Dick is not going to stop until you are bathed, so to save yourself further humilation just let him give you a bath and stop acting like an dirty puppy."