[MULTIFANDOM] Drabbles Conductor; Ash/Sticks + and when my time comes...
“Oh,” Sticks said, softly, getting quickly to his feet. “Oh. I thought. I mean, I didn’t think you’d.”
“Gave it to somebody else,” muttered Ash’s ghost. “I didn’t want you asking favours. Not from those bastards.”
“I didn’t think you had quite made up your mind. I thought.” Sticks’ hands fluttered, and the ghost reached out tentatively. Sticks folded like a card castle around and over the ghost’s shoulders the moment he realised that Ash was solid enough to bear it.
“Well, it’s not the first time you’ve underestimated me.”
Against the Moon; Hiru/Sanga + beyond me
“What?” There were no whites in Hiru’s eyes, but he managed to convey the impression with the sheer distance between his upper and lower eyelids. Sanga watched the ceiling.
“There’s nothing stopping you,” he continued, slow and careful, completely devoid of emotional attachment. “There’s an entire court for you, here. You are not... obligated.”
There was silence from beside him for so long that Sanga began to fear he was mulling it over. And then Hiru shifted slightly closer, antennae bobbing to some internal rhythm, and rested his cheek against Sanga’s collarbone. He was careful not to press against the gills, but he twined their legs with great determination and rested his hand above Sanga’s heart, pressing, not quite grasping.
“Don’t be stupid.”
Firefly; Jayne/Simon + ...to go with the hat
“I don’t know what to tell you except that I don’t know where you got that impression,” Simon says, looking for an out and hoping Jayne won’t notice the plain buttondown work shirt that is several sizes too large for the doctor hung at the end of the half-open closet. “There’s nothing in the ‘verse that could match that hat better than you.”
Petshop of Horrors; D/Vesca + watch you grow
Vesca can’t take all the blame, and God knows there were other things on his mind, but from the moment he realises they really are father and son, from the moment he sees his D’s face in that perfect nothing horror of a smile, all he can think is, ‘I could have changed this.’
He hopes, as he falls, that Orcot figures it out faster than he had.
Petshop of Horrors; Leon + forgiveness (50/50/50)
i. They fight. Sometimes there’s screaming, sometimes there’s silence; always, something breaks.
Usually crockery.
D’s collection is beyond priceless, but when Leon realises it is gone, part of him wants the shop back just to destroy it all, piece by piece.
It’s frightening, just how large that part of him is.
ii. “Really, detective. This is no way to—”
“Did you think I wouldn’t fucking find you? That I wouldn’t keep up?”
That fucking smile. “There is a saying about letting things go, detective.”
“Yeah, there is.” A stalwart grin. “And you never heard it from anyone with anything worth chasing.”
iii. The shop has changed immeasurably, but they can only change so much. D had promised himself long ago that there were favours he would not beg, but the temptation grows stronger with each passing breath.