Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Doctor Who, The Doctor/River Song, she finds the sound of his hearts beating to be very soothing

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Supernatural, Castiel/Dean Winchester, there are some things that can't be healed with angel powers

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MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Clint is starting to suspect that Phil's hugs have magic healing power

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Any, any/any, reunited with their lover after being captured

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Any, any/any, comfort sex

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel - too scared to speak, even once he can

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Law and Order: SVU, Olivia Benson/Rafael Barba - There are things about prison he can't talk about... but with her, he doesn't have to.

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The Good Place, Michael/Eleanor - nightmares

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Supernatural, Dean Winchester + Sam Winchester,

I pulled the heart
out of a breast
and showed to everyone
the names of God
engraved upon it
I’m sorry it was
your heart
and not mine
I had no heart worth the reading
but I had the knife
and the temple
O my love
don’t you know that we have been killed
and that we died together

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Black Sails, Max/Miranda Barlow, seeking comfort

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Resident Evil, Jill Valentine/Rebecca Chambers, nightmares

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Batman, Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn, mending slowly with gentle kisses

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X-Men (prefer comics!verse but will accept any), Iceman/Beast + any, Hank will tolerate Bobby's father's abuse no longer.

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X-Men (prefer comics!verse but will accept any), Cyclops/White Queen OR Banshee/White Queen, She trusts no man.

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Batman, Batman/Catwoman, earning her trust

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/any, breaking through the darkness

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"Dean," Cas' tired voice rings out from the dark. "How can I help?" The voice is soft, almost pleading in its tone.

Dean laughs, it hollow sounding, even to his own ears. "You can't."

It's just the way it is. there's nothing Cas can do. He never really had a chance at actually healing Dean. Not the way he needs. He's past the physical need of healing. Past the emotional. It's something deep in his soul that’s broken and there's no healing that.

Cas steps forward, into his line of view, a smile on that angelic face, lighting his brilliant blue eyes. They shine, full of his love, his devotion for the man that stands before him. He's willing to do anything for this broken human. He's been to Hell and back for him. He'd do it again and again without hesitation, without a second thought or a moment’s notice. That's why it hurts to see Dean the way he is, he's broken in a way he can't heal. There is no way this wound can be healed with his angelic power. It started festering a long time ago. It’s too big to root out. He’d end up carving Dean out, hollowing him into nothingness in order to heal him.

“I love it too much. The hunt, the kill. Doesn’t matter if it was the Mark of Cain urging me on, the Darkness or just my damned soul,” Dean mutters more to himself but knows Cas can hear him. He can always hear him, even when he doesn’t speak.

He doesn’t know when he broke, just knows it happened. He can’t piece himself back together, never really could. Maybe it’s his mother’s fault. She died and left him and Sam in the hands of an angry and vengeful man. Maybe it’s his father’s fault. He could never let go of his desire to kill the demon that robbed him of his precious Mary. Maybe it’s Sam’s fault, the favorite son. The one John put a four year old in charge of caring for. The one that even demons have fought over to have as their own. Who has ever fought over him he wonders to himself?

Dean just knows he never had a chance. Not a real solid fight at ‘normal’ for himself. He’s angry at himself for being broken. For never noticing until it was too late. Maybe if he’d realized all those years ago, he could have fought off the blackness that’s now in his soul. He’s aware enough now to know it threatens to overtake him. The blackness that makes him drink too much so he can dull the ache. Sure, he knows how to smile through the pain of loss. He’s a master at it. Sarcasm is his best defense. He knows how to hurt you before you hurt him. He learned a long time ago how to harden his heart, not to feel anything or for anyone. It’s easier to pull up stakes and move on if you never get attached.

“There’s nothing you can do. I don’t think even God could heal me. Then again, maybe I don’t want to be healed. Maybe I’m better off this way.”

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A sharp intake of breath catches Dean’s attention and his green eyes snap up, focus on Cas’ stunned face. “Dean, you can’t mean that. Everyone is worth being healed, worth saving. You are worth it.”

“No, not really. Only if I serve a purpose.” Dean cracks a smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I know what my purpose has always been. Protect Sam, at all cost. I’ve become the perfect killer to do that.” Dean raises his hand to stop Cas from speaking. “Don’t deny it, it’s the truth.”

He watches as Cas only shakes his head yes in agreement. There’s no sense in arguing it, it’s a fact they both know is true. It’s the reason he’s still walking this Earth. The reason why he’s still fighting. The reason why he’s blackened his soul. For his brother. For Sam.

“I’d do it again, you know,” Dean says as he turns his back on Cas. “Anything to protect Sam. Sacrifice it all, over and over again. Just like you when you heal one of us.” Dean says as he reaches down and pulls the blade from the demon’s corpse. The one that had tried to get to Sam. The one he’d put down before he’d ever gotten a football field length near Sam. He wipes the blade clean on the corpse’s clothing before stashing the blade away.

He stands back up, casts a glance over at Cas, sees the sadness in the angel’s eyes. He offers him his own smile, a peace offering if you will. “I’ve know for a long time that I was beyond help. I’m more self-aware than everyone thinks I am.” He gives a dry laugh that echos off the concrete walls of the warehouse they’re in.

Cas looks at him, really looks at him for the first time in a long time. He sees what Dean’s talking about. Why hadn’t he ever noticed? When had this happened? This awakening inside of Dean, this awareness that he has about himself. Has it always been there, hidden by everything that they’ve been through? Was Sam aware of this? Or has Dean always been able to hide so much of himself from everyone? His eyes widen at these thoughts and it’s like he’s seeing Dean for the first time again when he pulled him out of Hell, broken and bloody.

Dean’s movement pulls him from his musings and he focuses his attention back on him. Watches as Dean salts the corpse and sets it ablaze.

Dean looks up and catches Cas watching him. He motions with a nudge of his head. “Come on, we gotta get movin’.” He turns and makes his way to the door of the warehouse only to stop and look back at the burning body and then at Cas. “I’ve known there are some things that can't be healed with angel powers. I just happen to be one of them,” he says as he disappears into the darkened night sky.

Edited Date: 2018-02-23 02:53 am (UTC)

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Gintama, Any, Recovery after being tortured while held captive

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Gintama, Sakata Gintoki + Katsura Kotarou, PTSD

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Gintama, Okita Sougo + Hijikata Toushirou, Sougo says he's doing fine after Mitsuba's death, but Toushirou knows bullshit when he sees it.

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric + Roy Mustang (please no /) (+Maes Hughes), Nightmares

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Now You See Me, Jack Wilder + Ensemble, Kid has a sad backstory.

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The Addams Family, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, You only hurt the ones you love

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Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar+/Chloe Decker, He gives her a headache...he is a headache

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Buffy Summers+/Angel, Break my heart (sew it back together)

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Oh, that was sad, but very well done. Thanks for such a good fill!

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You're welcome, glad you liked it.

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Call me by your name rpf, Timothée Chalamet /armie hammer, when timmy gets beat up armie finds him and makes sure he is okay

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One direction rpf, harry styles /girl zayn mailk, she is in a abusive relationship and Harry rescues her

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Buffyverse, illyria /Angelus she has to deal with pain

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Veronica Mars, Veronica Mars /dick casablancas, she and he go through losses of they loved ones

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Supernatural, benny /samandirel, grace fallen and lost alone

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When Harley Quinn shows up at Poison Ivy’s place, it’s the middle of the night. Harley leans casually against the doorframe and flashes an impish grin. It’s about the only part of her that’s intact.

The woman’s hair is matted with blood, she’s covered head to toe in cuts and blooming bruises, her clothes are ripped in several places, and she’s missing a shoe.

Ivy raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Got inta ah bit of ah scrape,” Harley explains.

Ivy steps back so the other woman can come inside.

Harley’s unsteady on her feet, so Ivy loops an arm around her friend’s waist and lowers her to the sofa.

“Got anything that’ll fix me up?” Harley asks as she slumps in her seat.

“You need a bath.” Ivy points out. “I’ll go draw one.”

“Why would I need ah picture?” Harley laughs at her own joke, until a pang in her ribs cuts short her mirth.

Ivy fills her tub, generously adding a powdery substance.

Harley has managed to make it to the bathroom and is shedding her soiled clothes.

“Somethin’ special in th’ water?”

Ivy smiles slightly.

“Epsom salt.”

Harley snorts, but climbs into the bathtub when Ivy motions to her. The water stings at first, but it’s warm, and soon feels good to Harley’s aching muscles.

Ivy wets a sponge under the faucet and gets to work cleaning the other woman. Harley barely winces as Ivy moves the sponge over her cuts and scrapes. She practically purrs when Ivy lathers up her hair and washes the coagulated mess out. Ivy is so gentle with her, that Harley could almost fall asleep.

Once Harley is much more presentable, Ivy gets the other woman a towel. Harley dries off, pausing to gaze in the mirror. She smirks at her reflection.

“Lookin’ good,” she drawls.

“Go and get comfortable. I’ll be right there.” Ivy says.

Harley heads to the living room and flops down on the couch before she can think the better of it. She groans at the way her body protests the impact.

Ivy reappears soon enough. She’s carrying a small bottle of something that smells mostly sweet, but a little medicinal, too.

Harley reaches for the tincture, but Ivy shakes her head, keeping the container out of Harley’s grasp.

“I will administer it.” Ivy tells her guest.

Harley doesn’t ask what it is. Ivy is one of the only people she trusts. Well, at least she trusts Ivy enough to let the other woman use some of her magic plant juice on her.

Ivy kneels in front of Harley and tips the concoction to her lips, letting the mixture spread generously over her mouth.

Harley watches, and if she wasn’t in so much pain, she might actually think this whole situation is pretty damn sexy. Hell, forget about the pain. Ivy is fine as silk.

Harley flinches when Ivy takes her wrist, and the redhead makes a quiet tutting sound by way of apology. Then Ivy presses her lips, so, so softly against one of Harley’s wounds.

There’s a tingling, and Harley shudders at the sensation of the medicine, and the touch of Ivy’s kiss. Seconds later, the cut is healed. Not even the slightest mark remains.

“That’s amazing!” Harley grabs for the bottle again.

“Patience, Harley,” Ivy slowly wags a finger at her. “It will take a long time, and a lot of my kisses, but I promise you’ll be completely restored by morning.”

“Bring it on,” Harley invites, then points to her split lip. “Do this one next.”

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