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A pain I'm used to by elise_509
So, here's my first rec. I'm admittedly a Jack/Sawyer shipper, but I promise I'll try to rec different pairings as well. Enjoy!
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer (mainly), Jack/Kate and Sawyer/Kate in a few scenes.
Length: Very long (6 parts + epilogue + extras) - I'd say 30k.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elise_509
Author Website: Master fic list
Why this must be read:
Because it's an amazing, epic story of love. It's Jack and Sawyer, future!fic (now AU), set 1 year post rescue.
This is one of a my favourite authors. She is a great and consistent writer, and she has written at least three of my favourite series (I have a soft spot for Nailed and its dark, broken!Jack in particular).
But I'm reccing this one, in particular, because I think it can be considered a classic for this fandom.
elise_509 has an excellent grasp on both Jack - something not that easy to achieve - and Sawyer, and you will be able to feel this story in your bones, its angsty and happy moments, and to see it playing like a movie in front of your eyes thanks to her excellent visual writing and her care for details.
Sawyer remains calm in the face of Jack’s questions, though his own anger is boiling below the surface. He stares at Jack, wondering what it is about Jack exactly that gets him so worked up. It’s hard to pinpoint. Anytime they are in the same vicinity, it’s as if he can’t help himself. It’d gotten even harder to resist the temptation since Jack had saved his life; the time Jack had spent tending to Sawyer during his illness grated on him. He hated being in debt to anyone, much less the one person on the island who was precisely everything Sawyer himself could never be. Being around Jack made him feel like he was freaking Lex Luthor and everyone else was merely biding their time, watching and waiting, until Jack got his ass into a phone booth, donned his superhero gear and rid the world of Sawyer’s evil machinations once and for all.
No matter how hard he tried, Sawyer had yet to find the kryptonite to make Jack equally weak as he.
Sawyer realizes he’s been silent for too long and covers it with another long drag from his smoke. He blows it out slowly, staring Jack down through the haze as it dissipates.
“What do I want…” Sawyer repeats slowly, the words drawling slowly from his lips, turning the idea over in his head. “Maybe I just want you to be a god damn human being like the rest of us here, Jack,” Sawyer says coolly, his demeanor clearly unsettling Jack. Jack tries to hold his gaze but his eyes betray him, confusion flickering beneath their usual deep brown tranquility.
“And who says I’m not?” Jack asks, wavering slightly in his usual reserve. Sawyer shrugs and looks away, not wanting to answer him. He sighs and turns back with a forced smirk.
“Smoke?” He offers innocently, like he hadn’t just said an incredibly rare honest thing to Jack. He reaches out, holding out the half-wasted cigarette directly between the two of them. Jack eyes him, clearly unsure of what has just transpired but aware that something has just shifted. He can feel it in the air, almost like the earth had tilted on its axis and set everything slightly off kilter.
A pain I'm used to
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer (mainly), Jack/Kate and Sawyer/Kate in a few scenes.
Length: Very long (6 parts + epilogue + extras) - I'd say 30k.
Author on LJ:
elise_509Author Website: Master fic list
Why this must be read:
Because it's an amazing, epic story of love. It's Jack and Sawyer, future!fic (now AU), set 1 year post rescue.
This is one of a my favourite authors. She is a great and consistent writer, and she has written at least three of my favourite series (I have a soft spot for Nailed and its dark, broken!Jack in particular).
But I'm reccing this one, in particular, because I think it can be considered a classic for this fandom.
elise_509 has an excellent grasp on both Jack - something not that easy to achieve - and Sawyer, and you will be able to feel this story in your bones, its angsty and happy moments, and to see it playing like a movie in front of your eyes thanks to her excellent visual writing and her care for details.Sawyer remains calm in the face of Jack’s questions, though his own anger is boiling below the surface. He stares at Jack, wondering what it is about Jack exactly that gets him so worked up. It’s hard to pinpoint. Anytime they are in the same vicinity, it’s as if he can’t help himself. It’d gotten even harder to resist the temptation since Jack had saved his life; the time Jack had spent tending to Sawyer during his illness grated on him. He hated being in debt to anyone, much less the one person on the island who was precisely everything Sawyer himself could never be. Being around Jack made him feel like he was freaking Lex Luthor and everyone else was merely biding their time, watching and waiting, until Jack got his ass into a phone booth, donned his superhero gear and rid the world of Sawyer’s evil machinations once and for all.
No matter how hard he tried, Sawyer had yet to find the kryptonite to make Jack equally weak as he.
Sawyer realizes he’s been silent for too long and covers it with another long drag from his smoke. He blows it out slowly, staring Jack down through the haze as it dissipates.
“What do I want…” Sawyer repeats slowly, the words drawling slowly from his lips, turning the idea over in his head. “Maybe I just want you to be a god damn human being like the rest of us here, Jack,” Sawyer says coolly, his demeanor clearly unsettling Jack. Jack tries to hold his gaze but his eyes betray him, confusion flickering beneath their usual deep brown tranquility.
“And who says I’m not?” Jack asks, wavering slightly in his usual reserve. Sawyer shrugs and looks away, not wanting to answer him. He sighs and turns back with a forced smirk.
“Smoke?” He offers innocently, like he hadn’t just said an incredibly rare honest thing to Jack. He reaches out, holding out the half-wasted cigarette directly between the two of them. Jack eyes him, clearly unsure of what has just transpired but aware that something has just shifted. He can feel it in the air, almost like the earth had tilted on its axis and set everything slightly off kilter.
A pain I'm used to