Title: Sink Into Stone
Author: rivestra 
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam, also, um…::cough::... kinda Castiel/Lucifer
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Oh yeah. Wincest, of the fuck-or-die variety. Also blood and knife play. And I’m probably going to hell now, just for the POV.
Length: 2,950 words, complete
Summary: ::flails:: Dean’s not going to let a little thing like Lucifer rising get between him and his brother.
Spoilers: for 422, Lucifer Rising. I’d probably go so far as to call this an extended episode tag, seeing as it’s not gonna make any sense if you haven’t seen the episode.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with toys left out by the great collective conscious. I own none of the characters here, especially Lucifer.
ETA: Now with Beta! Much thanks to varkelton for pushing and making this weird little thing much stronger.

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Awareness comes slowly, stretching up through the stone. I feel each pebble and grain as I pass, sifting through them, pushing and tugging for a path upwards. When my light finally bursts free to flood the chapel, my own raw power staggers me. I reel, formless, reaching blindly for something, anything to stabilize the flow, searching the darkness until, finally, my tendrils stretch enough and I feel him, my anchor in the darkness, wide open and ready for me. Scared and strong, vital and righteous and broken. Perfectly prepared for me, standing there next to the last of his strength.

Touching him is like coming home, and it fills me with more longing than I have felt all in the millennia of my exile. Greedily, I reach for him, my light painting his skin, the tendrils of it sinking in deeper and deeper, gaining strength as they easily penetrate the last of his defenses, gently starting to pry him from the one, the brother, next to him.

He is mine. Soon, he will be nothing more than a part of me as once again I am become what I have always been.

varkelton

Sammy cried. Dean looked over, again, but obviously still saw nothing. Sammy howled his frustration. So far all his crying had got him was a diaper check, a tepid bottle and three, “What’s wrong, Sammys?” from Dean, the first two of which had almost made him smile and the last one, accompanied as it was by a tickle and a silly, overstuffed-chipmunk-kind-of face, had made him giggle for just a minute.

 He kept up his howling now and pointed with both arms, shaking his tiny fists at the window, but still no one looked.

Camera Shy
By rivestra 
AtS/Leverage, Eliot/Lindsey
NC17; not mine, not for profit
1,850 words, completed 4/7/09

Notes: more runaway commentfic , this time for  maab_connor , who asked for Angel/Leverage, Lindsay/Eliot, not on camera.

Sequel to Interesting, and you should probably read that first, if you’d like this to make any sense. If you’re just in it for the pretty, then go right ahead and read (though in that case, I should apologize for taking 550 words to get to the smut). Also? I really need an Eliot icon, damnit!

Eliot looked at the Departures board and cursed as his flight flickered from “departing” to “canceled.” Again.

This damn Midwestern blizzard was killing him. He really had to get to Seattle by tomorrow, or the whole deal was going to fall apart, and that would really, really piss Nate off. They hadn’t been able to come up with a lot of details, but he knew enough to agree: Clarendon Consolidated really needed to go down.

Kinda bunnied myself over on the three sentences challenge on

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The things they could have done with 400 years –  he’d like to have seen the shining city rebuilt, to watch as the good man before him remembered himself fully and became again the great man he once had been. Really though, the choice was remarkably easy, standing there under the bridge, the Seine sloshing gently at their feet, Duncan’s sword resting against his neck, and he let go of his regret with a soft exaltation of air, briefly wishing it could have been Excalibur, not some nameless Katana biting into his throat. Softly, Merlin ground out, “Do it,” into the night air, his first honest prayer in millennia, and it was all he could do to finish it with “Highlander” instead of “Sire.”

I tried to write comment fic, but I failed. This sucker’s big enough, it needs a freaking title. Send HELP!

Interesting
By rivestra

elebridith

I’ve never written SGA before, but I couldn’t really get the finale to settle down in my head. Then I realized: how could it possibly settle, with this thing lurking in there too? Out-out-out! I needed to get this story OUT! And Rodney was quite clear it needed to finish it right away too.