In These Pants, The Four Horsemen
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rec50Hullo, I'll be reccing Lost, general series, for you this round. And here are my first two recs, at opposite ends of the spectrum of what Lost fic has to offer.
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 05 - Sex
Title: In These Pants
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
addictive_lost
Rating: PG-13
Length: Medium
Brief summary: First of all, it's Sawyer/Shannon. There's a dearth of Sawyer/Shannon fic in the fandom, and of that only a tiny percentage is good, but this one is brilliant. Rejected by Kate and seeing a challenge, Sawyer sets out to convince Shannon that the two of them together isn't such a long shot. Shannon is not easily convinced.
Meeting her gaze, he waited for her to respond and when she didn’t, he chuckled. “View it is then, well hell sugar why didn’t you say something sooner…” he reached for the buckle on his pants “I could have shown you the best angle”
Shannon hit him. Hard.
Link: In These Pants
19. Dark.falseeyelashes - The Four Horsemen
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 19 - Dark
Title: The Four Horsemen
Author:falseeyelashes
Rating: R
Length: Long
Brief summary: Lost darkfic is usually incredibly, scarily dark, and this is no exception; scary and creepy and flat-out terrifying in equal measure. A look at one possible outcome of their time on the Island, set post-season 2. Lots of death and anger and insanity and sickness.
Walt and Michael aren’t Walt and Michael anymore.
That boat made a crunching noise as it met the sand, the earth, and no longer had a place to float. The noise was loud, a scraping sound, enough to rouse the others and they all made their way slowly down the shore, careful to avoid the water rising higher and higher up the land, attempting to lap at their ankles.
They remembered what Sayid had said. And they remember that Sayid had died the day before.
The boat was dark, blending in with the moonless sky and the placid waves behind.
Jack had a torch and Sawyer the last of the working flashlights and like blind heroes they climbed aboard, free hands clutching guns. A loud click, and the safety was off. One, and then the other.
There was sweeping light, not enough for the rest to see by, rubbernecking at the scene of an accident.
Sawyer yelled motherfucker and Jack made a sound, a cross between a cough and a sob, and then there was just silence.
Walt and Michael aren’t Walt and Michael anymore.
A harsh wind whips in out of the emptiness and the smell caught in it says enough.
Michael and Walt aren’t Michael and Walt anymore because the two of them have been dead for days. Bodies decayed in the bright sun, rocking their way slowly back inland.
Jack didn’t say how they died. And later (minutes, days, months later) no one ever thinks to ask.
Jack said that they couldn’t have been dead for more than a week. Kate still believes it was only four days and that Sayid had been the first to know.
Link: The Four Horsemen
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 05 - Sex
Title: In These Pants
Author:
addictive_lostRating: PG-13
Length: Medium
Brief summary: First of all, it's Sawyer/Shannon. There's a dearth of Sawyer/Shannon fic in the fandom, and of that only a tiny percentage is good, but this one is brilliant. Rejected by Kate and seeing a challenge, Sawyer sets out to convince Shannon that the two of them together isn't such a long shot. Shannon is not easily convinced.
Meeting her gaze, he waited for her to respond and when she didn’t, he chuckled. “View it is then, well hell sugar why didn’t you say something sooner…” he reached for the buckle on his pants “I could have shown you the best angle”
Shannon hit him. Hard.
Link: In These Pants
19. Dark.
falseeyelashes - The Four HorsemenClaim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 19 - Dark
Title: The Four Horsemen
Author:
falseeyelashesRating: R
Length: Long
Brief summary: Lost darkfic is usually incredibly, scarily dark, and this is no exception; scary and creepy and flat-out terrifying in equal measure. A look at one possible outcome of their time on the Island, set post-season 2. Lots of death and anger and insanity and sickness.
Walt and Michael aren’t Walt and Michael anymore.
That boat made a crunching noise as it met the sand, the earth, and no longer had a place to float. The noise was loud, a scraping sound, enough to rouse the others and they all made their way slowly down the shore, careful to avoid the water rising higher and higher up the land, attempting to lap at their ankles.
They remembered what Sayid had said. And they remember that Sayid had died the day before.
The boat was dark, blending in with the moonless sky and the placid waves behind.
Jack had a torch and Sawyer the last of the working flashlights and like blind heroes they climbed aboard, free hands clutching guns. A loud click, and the safety was off. One, and then the other.
There was sweeping light, not enough for the rest to see by, rubbernecking at the scene of an accident.
Sawyer yelled motherfucker and Jack made a sound, a cross between a cough and a sob, and then there was just silence.
Walt and Michael aren’t Walt and Michael anymore.
A harsh wind whips in out of the emptiness and the smell caught in it says enough.
Michael and Walt aren’t Michael and Walt anymore because the two of them have been dead for days. Bodies decayed in the bright sun, rocking their way slowly back inland.
Jack didn’t say how they died. And later (minutes, days, months later) no one ever thinks to ask.
Jack said that they couldn’t have been dead for more than a week. Kate still believes it was only four days and that Sayid had been the first to know.
Link: The Four Horsemen
