Useless Beauty by uberaeryn (NC-17)
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Author on LJ: uberaeryn
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
Because uberaeryn's writing will absolutely kill you. It's beyond gorgeous and haunting, with a stunningly dark underbelly. You can't go wrong with any of her fics (and I strongly urge you to read them all), but this one in particular has all her hallmarks, especially the beautiful but deadly lure of the island, which in so many of her Jack/Sawyer fics is the third character and here cruelly manifests itself in their dreams. There's also the push and pull of trust and need between Jack and Sawyer, two of the must fucked-up guys on TV and you just hold your breath waiting for them to get together. When they finally do, it's hot and bruising and everything you want in an NC-17 fic and more.
This fic, like so many of hers, grabs you and doesn't let go.
He’d been dreaming of it forever it seemed, during those rare hours of sleep he’d been able to catch here and there; fevered, frantic dreams of the island sinking its claws or its teeth or its roots into his chest and stripping away the flesh, breaking the bone, and no pain, no pain, no pain . . .
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He’d wake suddenly, the urge to run into the jungle overwhelming, but he couldn’t, he knew, not into the jungle, because he knew better. He had heard the voices that whispered his name and reminded him of all he’d done and offered forgiveness, and better than forgiveness they offered forgetting. The jungle would take him, the island itself would take him and he would become it, be it, and every night he fought against it and the beauty that it offered, beauty so sublime that even God would not allow Himself to see it, and he woke, aching, wanting to see and touch and become that which was so beautiful that not even God dared cast His eyes upon it.
And he would run, but down to the surf and out into the water and the soft, safe cradle of the ocean’s warm arms.
He’d been scared before in his life, many times, but this was terror at its most brutal. If God had nightmares, then this was the stuff of which they were made.
Useless Beauty
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Author on LJ: uberaeryn
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
Because uberaeryn's writing will absolutely kill you. It's beyond gorgeous and haunting, with a stunningly dark underbelly. You can't go wrong with any of her fics (and I strongly urge you to read them all), but this one in particular has all her hallmarks, especially the beautiful but deadly lure of the island, which in so many of her Jack/Sawyer fics is the third character and here cruelly manifests itself in their dreams. There's also the push and pull of trust and need between Jack and Sawyer, two of the must fucked-up guys on TV and you just hold your breath waiting for them to get together. When they finally do, it's hot and bruising and everything you want in an NC-17 fic and more.
This fic, like so many of hers, grabs you and doesn't let go.
He’d been dreaming of it forever it seemed, during those rare hours of sleep he’d been able to catch here and there; fevered, frantic dreams of the island sinking its claws or its teeth or its roots into his chest and stripping away the flesh, breaking the bone, and no pain, no pain, no pain . . .
***
He’d wake suddenly, the urge to run into the jungle overwhelming, but he couldn’t, he knew, not into the jungle, because he knew better. He had heard the voices that whispered his name and reminded him of all he’d done and offered forgiveness, and better than forgiveness they offered forgetting. The jungle would take him, the island itself would take him and he would become it, be it, and every night he fought against it and the beauty that it offered, beauty so sublime that even God would not allow Himself to see it, and he woke, aching, wanting to see and touch and become that which was so beautiful that not even God dared cast His eyes upon it.
And he would run, but down to the surf and out into the water and the soft, safe cradle of the ocean’s warm arms.
He’d been scared before in his life, many times, but this was terror at its most brutal. If God had nightmares, then this was the stuff of which they were made.
Useless Beauty