Fic: We Won't Pass This Way Again (so kiss me with your mouth open)

[thevinegarworks]

I know, I know: apocabigbang. Blame my sister, she made me write this. I'm not even kidding.

Title: We Won't Pass This Way Again (so kiss me with your mouth open)
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Lucifer, mentions of Sam/Ruby; Dean, Lucifer, Sam, mentions of others.
Warnings: Adult language, sexuality, slight bloodplay, Lucifer being a fucking creep.
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[devilyouwere]

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Okay, so I know that I just read this last night but, fuck, dude. This has to be my favourite fic from you. Your writing is just perfection--such a beautiful and visceral voice and you just nail everything right on the head. Maybe it's weird that we're both Dean/Cas OTP girls and yet I find your first venture in Sam/Lucifer to be your best (this is just my opinion, mind you). Just everything about this fic, from the deeper meanings of everything, to the balcony sequence, to the underlying tension and the rippling need and want of Sam and the impassive awareness of Lucifer. It kind of makes me want to cry (in a good way). It's really just so stark and eerie and gorgeous.

I will quote things at you because I like it when people quote lines they like from my fic, so I'm doing it now:

They both know where this will end; it's only a question of how to begin. If Sam/Lucifer were ever to have a line to describe them, I think this is it.

"No," Lucifer drawls patiently, tone slightly admonishing. "I want you to rest because you're grouchy when you don't sleep." This is so wonderfully awesome. I just love this line. I can't even put my finger on it--it's so simple and domestic and really shouldn't fit at all, but it does.

It tastes bitter and herbal from the magnolia sprig, and Sam only remembers after the fact that magnolia is poisonous, but it's not enough to make him pull away. Reading this when not sleep-depraved really makes me see all those little metaphors you were talking about and, god, this is fantastic.

He sees God and he sees Dean and he sees Castiel and Dad and Jess and Ellen and Jo and dark shapes like Lilith and red shapes like Ruby. This line left me a little breathless.

Eventually Sam says, "I don't want you here."

Lucifer sounds the same, even and unperturbed, when he speaks. "It's your dream."

"I want to wake up alone," Sam sighs.
The balcony scene is my favourite forever and ever, but if I were to pick one point in that scene to claim my love, this is it. Something about it is rather heartbreaking. Maybe it's Sam's denial, maybe it's Lucifer's willingness to do whatever it is Sam wants. It just gutted me in a way that I know it shouldn't but I felt bad for Lucifer. And for Sam. (That is so incredibly trite--it's Sam and Lucifer--but there you have it.)

And this:
Sam stretches out on his back, pillowing his arms behind his head. "There's no moon," he says. "Or stars."

Lucifer follows him down with a sigh, though he stays on his side facing Sam instead of lying flat. He moves in Sam's periphery, bending to look up at the blank slate of sky that's too solid and limitless to be real. "Guess you forgot to hang them."
It's just--I don't even know. hdu make me love them this much.

I LOVE THIS PAIRING SO MUCH, IT'S IRRATIONAL. ♥

[thevinegarworks]

*BASKS*

Oddly enough, I think this might be my favorite fic of mine too. Huh. Even thought I am (and you are too!) a die-hard Dean/Cas OTP girl, there's a different feel to Sam/Lucifer that's not even as depressing as it should be. And Sam, I love Sam so much, so any reason I get to map him out is a good one.

It's really just so stark and eerie and gorgeous.

This, yes! This is exactly what I was going for so I'm happy that worked. Because Lucifer to me isn't outwardly scary, he's not fire and brimstone. He's not really anything that can even be compared to anything else. He's just this thing, weird and beautiful and also terrible. And very, very patient.

This is so wonderfully awesome. I just love this line. I can't even put my finger on it--it's so simple and domestic and really shouldn't fit at all, but it does.

It is kind of domestic feeling, isn't it? Lucifer is sometimes a much simpler guy than most people give him credit for, I think.

Yessss, you see the metaphors! Brb victory dancing.

I kind of feel bad for Lucifer too, in a very strange, displaced sort of way. And oh, Sam, he knows that he can't outwait someone who has spent the last several thousand years caged up waiting to be freed. That's patience if there ever was such a thing.

HEE, my sister died and flailed at the moon and stars exchange too. :D

I KNOW, I DO TOO, AND I FIND MYSELF WANTING TO WRITE MORE OF THEM ALREADY.

Thank you so much, m'love, this is just the best comment ever. I love that you loved this fic as much as you did and that you ~held my hand through it and that you're awesome enough to really get it and pick up on all the tiny things throughout. I'M JUST LEAPING IN GLEE ALL OVER THE PLACE. ♥