Five Acts meme

[janie_tangerine]

Okay, this is my list for toestastegood's AWESOME five acts meme.

Rules are:

- Post a list of your five favorite sexual acts/kinks. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Read other people's lists.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.

My list (half kinks and half tropes I guess)

[PS: random order, not preference.]

1. crossdressing: okay, say what you want, but men dressed as women and viceversa totally makes me a satisfied reader. I'm okay with any degree of it, whether it's just underwear or full-on crossdressing.

2. amnesia: I have such a thing for amnesia fic. Either with just one character forgetting stuff or the both of them, it's awesome either way.

3. consensual d/s: okay, this is nothing I write usually because for some reason I'm crap at it, but give me some fully/entirely consensual d/s and I'll love you forever. I don't care if it's some 24/7 thing or not, as long as there's no non-con going on I'm a happy camper.

4. hurt/comfort: call me a sap. I can't resist it. Especially when combined with any of the other items in the list, but give me some nice h/c (as unconventional as you want) and I won't resist it. It doesn't really have to be sexual either.

5. music: which might not be a proper kink, but it's totally my thing. I like people playing instruments (and maybe character A gets turned on if character B plays), or people having sex with music in the background, hell, band AUs are totally a-okay. Hell, singing even!

Fandoms and pairings

Lost: Jack/Boone, Desmond/Sayid, Jack/Sawyer, Boone/Charlie, Jacob/Richard, any combination of Jack/Sawyer/Sayid/Boone really, Desmond/Penny, Jack/Juliet, Daniel/Desmond and Frank/anyone really are my favorites, but I'm of open views. As long as the pairing doesn't involve Locke or Ben and isn't Kate/Sawyer, Jack/Kate and Sawyer/Juliet? I'm all in.
Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Sam/Castiel, Dean/Sam, Sam/Castiel (yeah, I totally have imagination), Ash/Andy (SO WHAT? Random but awesome XD), actually Ash/everyone, screw it, the world needs more Ash XD, Dean/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy (hell, Dean/Cas/Jimmy is totally awesome too). Oh, and Chuck/Becky? XD [hint: I prefer it if Dean bottoms if you go for a Dean pairing, but if he wants to top it's fine either way. ;)]
The Dark Tower series: Roland/Eddie, Cuthbert/Alain, Roland/Eddie/Susannah.
Good Omens: Crowley/Aziraphale, Newt/Anathema if you're feeling bold.
Chuck: Chuck/Bryce, Ellie/Awesome.
Deadwood: Jane/Joanie (this one is probably hopeless but hey, I'm trying XD), Sol/Trixie.
The Three Musketeers (same as the previous, but hey. Let's try it. XD): Athos/d'Artagnan, Porthos/Aramis, Rochefort/Richelieu (come on, OTP!). Also friendship and not-slash is awesome.
The Vampire porn Diaries: Damon/Alaric, Damon/any male character that isn't Jeremy or Tyler.
Firefly: Zoe/Wash, Mal/Simon.
Six Feet Under: David/Keith, Nate/Brenda.
Friday Night Lighs: Tim/Jason, possibly set before S2.
Watchmen: Daniel/Rorschach.

Okay, that covers it.

What I've written:

- Lucifer/Esau which is kinda Lucifer/War + implied Jacob/Esau (Lost/SPN crossover), reunion + hand holding, NC17 for toestastegood [spoilers for the first part of SPN S5 and up until 6x09 in Lost just to be sure]
- Jack/Boone + Sawyer (Lost), rimming + voyeurism, NC17 for haldoor
- Damon/Alaric (Vampire Diaries), knife-play, R for gottalovev
- Bryce/Chuck (Chuck), post-apocalypse + rainy weather + motels, R for gigglemonster
- Desmond/Sayid (Lost), breathplay + kissing + touching + h/c-ish stuff, NC17 for wandersfound [spoilers up to 6x12]
- Miles/Daniel (Lost), forced to share a bed + kissing + sort-of-cuddling, PG13 for ozmissage
- Damon/Alaric (Vampire Diaries), blood-play, NC17 for fullonswayzed
- past!Dean/future!Castiel (SPN), rimming + sort of biting, NC17 for mf_luder_xf
- Dean/Castiel (SPN), protectiveness + h/c, sorta, PG-ish for catoasapun
- Dean/Castiel (SPN), orgasm denial + established relationship, NC17 for invisiblelove
- Desmond/Sayid (Lost), fugitives + kissing, either light r or hard pg13 for aboutbunnies
- Ellie/Awesome (Chuck), food, pg for rayruz
- Sam/Castiel (SPN), AU + sort of staring + movies (grad!student!Sam + librarian!Cas), PG13 for hopelessfangirl
- Jack/Sawyer (Lost), stars + tattoos + light foreplay but just barely, light R or hard PG13 for gemjam
- Dean/Castiel (SPN), restraints + blowjobs + first times, NC17 for zelda_zee
- Dean/Castiel (SPN), coats + voices + h/c-ish + begging, NC17 for bold_seer
- Sam/Castiel/Dean (SPN), fingers + sort of double penetration + kissing for entangled_now
- Jack/Juliet (Lost), angst + quick + stockholm syndrome for lenina20
- Dean/Castiel (SPN), foot fetish, hard Pg13 for emerald_embers
- Jack/Sayid (Lost), sex against a wall + worry, hard R or light NC17 for mollivanders
- Faramir/Eòwyn (Lotr), happy endings + happiness + lightlightlight possessiveness, PG for yersi_fanel
- Dean/Castiel (SPN), crossdressing + sort of biting, NC17 for cs_whitewolf
- Dean/Castiel (SPN), orgasm denial + coming untouched, NC17 for liadan14

Comments

Desmond/Sayid, amnesia, PG-13, (1/2)

[zelda-zee.livejournal.com]

(Clearly I suck at amnesia fic, which is probably why I’ve never written it. I hope you can just enjoy this as an odd little story, since it’s not porny or romantic at all. Sorry!)

“Good morning, brother,” Desmond says, leaning up on an elbow. Sayid smiles and watches Desmond smile in return. There are lines at the corners of Desmond’s eyes. Sayid likes to see them, physical proof that Desmond had a life before the one they have now, before Sayid ever came to this island. Before Desmond saved him, befriended him, taught him all that he knows.

Before the island, Desmond had a life in which his body could be altered by happiness and woe and the ravages of time, by accidents and misfortune. He wasn’t always as he is now, a static, unchanging feature of Sayid’s life, year after year, decade after decade, until, Sayid supposes, the end of time. Desmond has told him of this life – about his wife Penny and his son Charlie and about the evil forces that he fought in order to attain what he has now. In order to save the island.

Of course, Sayid knows of these things only from Desmond’s stories, but he can picture them in his mind – Penny standing at the railing of her boat, her smile radiant; Charlie with his mop of blond curls. He knows Desmond misses them, but it was so long ago, forgotten by everyone, except Desmond and Sayid.

“What shall we do today?” Sayid asks.

“What do we do every day?” Desmond replies.

“You weave and I fish.”

“Then that is what we shall do today.”

*

They lay at night beneath the stars, Sayid’s head on Desmond’s chest, Desmond’s fingers slipping through his hair. Desmond’s voice is quiet and a little sad as he tells Sayid his stories of life before the island.

“I wish I had stories to tell you,” Sayid says. It saddens him that he has nothing to offer Desmond in return.

“That’s all right, mate,” Desmond says. “This is story enough for me, right here, right now, with you. I don’t need anything more.”

Sayid shifts around so that he can kiss Desmond. His lips are warm and pliant; his mouth tastes of mango and coconut. Desmond opens for him so easily and there’s an electric charge as their tongues touch that makes Sayid moan. Miraculous, after all this time, that kissing Desmond can still affect him so strongly.

“Tell me,” Sayid says, drawing back, not willing to give in to it yet, “about when you brought me here.”

“Well,” Desmond starts, caressing Sayid’s face as he talks. “I had been here for a long time, you see. And it was lonely, all by myself. I wanted a companion, someone to brighten my days. And you were out there, alone. I could feel you. You had a small boat, a sailboat.”

“The Elizabeth,” Sayid supplies. Desmond has told this story many times before. It is one of Sayid’s favorites.

“That’s right,” Desmond says. “The Elizabeth. You were on a long sailing trip, all alone.”

Sayid tries to imagine it, what he might have been doing alone on that boat. He does not remember it – not the boat or the trip or even how to sail.

“And so I brought you to me, to be my friend.” Desmond smiles. “It was the smartest thing I ever did.”

Warmth fills Sayid at Desmond’s words. Receiving praise from Desmond is one of his greatest pleasures.

“There was a storm though and your little boat was not strong enough to withstand it. It was crushed to pieces on the rocks, and you nearly drowned. If I had not found you in time…” Sayid experiences a little frisson of fear to think that he came so close to dying, to never knowing Desmond or being able to live forever at his side.

“But I did,” Desmond continues. “I found you just in time, and I cared for you until you recovered. But you had lost your memory in the trauma of the storm and the crash and it has never returned.” Desmond looks at him sadly, his hands gentle on Sayid’s face. “I’m sorry for that, my love. I only wanted to bring you here, to keep you safe with me and protect you always, and instead I robbed you of your past.”

“My past is not important,” Sayid says firmly. “Whatever I once was doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is what I am now.” He kisses Desmond. “I am glad you brought me here, regardless of the cost.”

Re: Desmond/Sayid, amnesia, PG-13, (2/2)

[zelda-zee.livejournal.com]

Sometimes Sayid catches Desmond watching him with a strange expression on his face. It only happens when Desmond believes himself to be unobserved, and then he’ll watch Sayid, a frown marring his handsome features and a troubled look in his eyes. It makes Sayid uneasy because he doesn’t know what Desmond is thinking. Whatever it is, it disturbs Desmond and Sayid does not know what he could have done to cause that look. All he does is with the aim of pleasing Desmond. That he may have somehow failed in this is his worries him.

*

One day Sayid comes across a ruin in the jungle, one he has never seen before. Great blocks of stone form some kind of ancient building. It’s terribly old, possibly as old as the base of the great statue, beneath which he and Desmond live. There are vines growing over everything, obscuring the shapes of the walls.

Sayid walks through the courtyard, feeling the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Inside the building it is dark, but his eyes adjust easily. Stone walls, carved with symbols, like the ones on the statue. The remains of columns and, in the floor, a large pool, full of water.

He kneels at the edge and peers into it. His own reflection startles him. He has seen it so rarely, only in other pools out in the jungle. He is dark – skin, hair, eyes. His appearance means nothing to him. Desmond tells him he is beautiful; that he thinks so is all that matters.

An odd feeling comes over him, one that he is completely unfamiliar with, as if he has been here before, at the edge of this very pool. Something falls into place in his mind and he gasps, suddenly certain that his feeling is warranted. He has been here before, but how is that possible?

He leans down farther, reaches out a hand and touches the water and immediately it slams into him – memory, images, faces.

Heat, always the heat. Grit of sand on his tongue.

Screams and cries. Dead bodies and blood everywhere.

A woman’s face, sweet and sad. Nadia.

Blood on his hands, under his hands. The feel of flesh parting, bones breaking. The screams of his victims.

The scream of airplane engines, the roar of a plane tearing itself apart.

The island. He was here before.

Heat, always the heat. Grit of sand on his tongue.

Screams and cries. Dead bodies and blood everywhere.

A temple, a pool. This is the place he dies and is reborn.

They leave him behind. Him and Desmond. But he makes them pay. He makes them all pay.

He comes back to himself with a gasp, knocked onto the floor by the force of remembrance, heart hammering. He remembers it all, and nothing, is as Desmond said it was. He lied and he took Sayid’s memories and Sayid knows why. He is a prisoner here and Desmond thought he could keep him better with sweet words and stories and the pleasures of the flesh than he could with threats and acts of violence. He meant to trap Sayid here forever, lost in a happy fairytale of love that was all built on lies. And it worked. For a hundred years and more, it worked.

Sayid thinks of Desmond’s caresses and his words of love and he seethes with a cold, implacable anger.

Desmond is old and powerful, but Sayid is old and powerful too.

This island cannot hold him. Sooner or later, he will find a way off of it, and there is only one way that he will be able to do that. He cannot kill Desmond, but that does not deter him. He can wait. He was always a patient man. Sooner or later he will find a loophole.

Re: Desmond/Sayid, amnesia, PG-13, (2/2)

[janie-tangerine.livejournal.com]

OH GOD DON'T EVER SAY YOU CAN'T DO AMNESIA. *flails*

Okay. I swear that if this is how everything ended I'd be freaking glad to see it. Seriously. I had sort of got where it was leading at the beginning but WOW you totally nailed it. Wow. I love Desmond and Sayid being the next Jacob & used-to-be-Silas and the way the circle closes and goes back to the beginning, WOW? Seriously, wow? I totally loved that Desmond was using his own story and that he'd take Sayid's memories to try to change things because I guess he knew they'd end back at the same place, right? And don't say it wasn't romantic because the first part totally was. In not exactly your regular sense but awww, I was kind of melting there even if I knew I totally shouldn't have.

And duh, how Sayid gained his memory back, THAT was a totally great scene. At the last thing he remembered it totally gave me the chills. And just, wow, that ending is a punch to the gut but it's so perfect and damn, now I want this to happen in canon. Wow. Just, wow. I absolutely and utterly loved this, thank you so much!! (And I reiterate, this is perfectly awesome amnesia. It IS. ;) ) <333333333333333333

Re: Desmond/Sayid, amnesia, PG-13, (2/2)

[zelda-zee.livejournal.com]

I was so pleasantly surprised by your comment! I'm glad you liked it so much, but I really hadn't anticipated that. I wasn't happy with this ficlet, but actually I reread it after reading your comment and I like it better now. I think I was just bummed that it tuned into a rather grim mythic tale and not into something porny and fun. But if you liked it that's all that matters. :)