elunarian

[whitereflection]

Forgot to rec this yesterday:
http://community.livejournal.com/zuben_fic/27254.html
Darker Pieces of the Night, by zuben_eschamali, for spn_reversebang, J2 AU, NC-17, 16,488.
Inspired by some absolutely *amazing* art. A superhero AU, with winged!Jared (winged! Jared! ♥), an interesting world that felt unique, h/c, and intimate, personal explorations of the characters and the relationship that developed between them that you don't tend to find in a story about one or both as superheroes. I was so excited to read this after hearing about it earlier last week, and is one of those fics that I just *enjoyed* reading, that pressed so many of my buttons just right. Definitely on my reread list.

In other "news"...am indulging in night elf therapy in WoW again. Used to do this a lot in vanilla and BC, where when down or stressed, I'd honestly crave to start yet another night elf alt. Teldrassil is still my favorite starting area (sorry, Eversong Woods, you're a close second), and well, I can't help but feel that night elf female is still my favorite to play, as much as I love blood elves and draenei (sorry, Ak, but Sasukeh/Sasuke will always be my first main ♥). Though maybe that's colored by nostalgia. I just...it's so pretty, and the music's so soothing and beautiful, and I dunno. Nostalgia, like I said. Reminds me of when I fell in love with WoW back during the open beta for the original release. And it's familiar, so it's soothing like that, too. She's a warrior with long, dark blue hair named Yared, which may be the Hebrew form of Jared. :p Yeah, I know, I'm lame.



vaguely post-s6, sort-of porny (yay, frottage?)

Day 8, 11/8/10, ?2:00-3:18

Sam has nightmares sometimes.

Not nightmares of death or dying or hell, not blood or wounds or burning. His nightmares are of words--Dean's voice, saying over and over, You're not my brother. You're not him. You're not Sam, you're not, you're not, you're not!

In his nightmares, he shouts back, I am! I am Sam! I'm still your brother, I am, I am! He cries, I am! I am! into the darkness until it changes to his voice echoing off the dingy white walls of some motel room, and he's yelling himself awake even as nightmare-Dean's growl of You're not him, and you never will be still whispers in his mind.

Those are the mornings where Dean will be pressed solidly against Sam's back when Sam wakes, his arm warm around Sam's chest and his hand flat against his chest as if to feel Sam's heartbeat against his palm. Dean, who doesn't cuddle or snuggle, who, if he stays in the same bed at all, keeps to one side and grouses when Sam sprawls. Dean, who may have actually started the night over on the other bed.

And those are the mornings when Dean will nudge Sam, even as his breath still hitches and shudders from his lungs, to turn over, when he'll press his lips to Sam's eyes and cheeks where they're damp and salty. When Dean will kiss him and kiss him, hands stroking and kneading down Sam's back and further down, until he's cradling his ass and clutching him tightly, until Sam's gasping for air for different reasons, for good reasons, as they rock and thrust against each other, hard and aching and wanting.

He'll hold onto Dean as Dean murmurs to him, soft and groaning and low, "You're still Sam. You're still my brother. You'll always be my brother. You'll always be Sam. Sammy. My Sam," until Sam shakes and comes, and then he'll keep holding on until Dean shudders and comes, too.

Those are the mornings where they'll keep holding each other even after the sun rises, despite the mess and sweat and the cramped discomfort of too long of limbs tangled together in too little space. And when Dean eventually pulls back to look at him, one hand still resting curled around the nape of Sam's neck, asking, "You good?", there will be no more restless spirits of nightmare haunting him when Sam answers, "I am."


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Comments

[purequicksilver.livejournal.com]

Night elf therapy! Never heard that one, but I love it. :D
Awww, the Teldrassil themes... like listening to them, too. Nelf love all around. *pets her huntress*

Thanks for sharing the rec and that gorgeous little ficlet! ♥

Also, I meant to say how sorry I am for Bebop-cat. I really hope he'll somehow recover. Cats can be incredibly stubborn when it comes to staying with their favorite people. Just, know that you're not alone in this, darling. *huggles*

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked the rec, and way glad you liked the ficlet. :) ♥

And thanks also for the thoughts--unfortunately he'd already passed away this past Saturday. To be honest, Bebop had been pretty stubborn already. He'd had chronic kidney failure for almost all of his nine years, and thrived despite it because of the treatments we did. The side condition of the anemia just became too much for him, when he developed antibodies to his own red blood cells, and to the drug that was supposed to help. But he really was a fighter, and made it a long time. We're doing better about it now, but it was really rough this weekend. But thank you *hugs bunches*

[akintay.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's a truly gorgeous ficlet <3

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

♥ It really means a lot to me that you're so supportive. Thanks so much for always saying something--truly, it means the world to me.

I really need to clean the ficlets I've been doing up, get them posted officially with titles and such and out to some communities. Maybe I'll do that come December or something.

[akintay.livejournal.com]

I really do mean every word I say, hon! I really like your writing and you :)

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥ Random hug just because, you!