Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

This be my finale reaction fic. Which is not what I should've been doing but I needed it out. Also because I WROTE LOST UNPROMPTED FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE VARIABLE. \o/ Sort of.

Title: But I'll know my song well before I start singing
Rating: PG
Characters: alt!Boone plus a bunch of other alt!people
Words: 3470
Summary: Then again, he figures, there’s a reason if he remembers. Or, alt!Boone's POV on pretty much everything.
Spoilers: heavy and major for the finale. Summary is visible just if you highlight just to be absolutely sure I don't spoil you, even if it's vague.
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, pfffff. I wish.
A/N: I needed to get this out. Physically. Also, today I ended up bawling so much that even if I can't cry anymore my vision is blurry, therefore forgive me for anything that might have been caused by poor vision. Title from Bob Dylan.

( He smiles to himself, and figures he can be patient. )

Okay, second-to-last of the ficlet reposting dumps I'll inflict on you. The first three are random het, the last two are SPN/Lost crossovers. Next is coming the Dean/Castiel in five hours or so and then I'll be done.

Lost het:

Cages
Jack/Juliet; mid S3 spoilers; 321 words; hard R; not mine.
This is not what you should be doing.
A/N: originally written for lenina20 for the five acts meme; the prompts were Stockholm syndrome, quick/rushed and angst. Second person POV. Sucky title sucks, but I have no imagination.
You’re losing your mind.

Keep Your Eyes On The Road And Your Hands Upon The Wheel
Kate/Sayid; S4 spoilers, then goes AU; 500 words: PG13; not mine.
It’s almost like a weird vacation. (Until they get caught, but who says that they will be? They’re both professionals, after all.)
A/N: originally written for the fic battle at lostsquee for the prompt road trip. This is, uh, weird. I guess. Title from The Doors.
The car is stolen.

Get It While You Can
Boone/Kate; S1 spoilers; 716 words: R; not mine.
He’s probably here just to prove to himself that he can be with someone who is everything Shannon isn’t and since there’s nothing else he wants, Kate will let him have it.
A/N: originally written for the fic battle at lostsquee for the prompt nothing good ever happens past midnight. Title from Janis Joplin.
They should know better, and they probably do, but it doesn’t stop them anyway.

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Lost/SPN crossovers:

And You Could Smell The Whiskey Burning
Ellen/Sayid; S2 spoilers (SPN) + S4 spoilers (Lost); 940 words; R; not mine.
What stands out to her isn’t his clothing (too refined, too pricey, too new) and it isn’t his features either (dark skin, definitely Arab, foreign accent, a better grammar than most people Ellen usually talks to); what stands out, is that he orders MacClutcheon’s.
A/N: originally written for the fic battle at lostsquee for the prompt whiskey. Title from Steve Earle.
Ellen hasn’t seen someone looking so dead since Dean the day after he sold his soul, and who knows if this guy hasn’t sold his, too?

Sympathy For The Devil
Lucifer/Man In Black (-> Lucifer/War, implies also Jacob/MIB); 5x02 spoilers (SPN), general S5/S6 spoilers (Lost); 1280 words; hard R; not mine.
“I was waiting for you,” the real devil says as you finally stand in front of him again.
A/N: originally written for toestastegood for the five acts meme; the prompts were rough sex, holding hands and reunion. Title from the Rolling Stones.
You snort and try not to pay attention; after all, it’s just a vessel. And even if it has the face of the person who kept you there since Lucifer first fell, you can let a grudge go.

Augh. I was sure I had LESS stuff to re-post. Anyway. These are all either for the Five Acts meme or from the lostsquee fic battle back in January. Not using my usual header format, but if I did this would clog up half of your f-lists and really, not. These is all Lost and all slash. Het is coming tomorrow along with the fandoms that are NOT Supernatural. Which is coming on Sunday.

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Desmond/Sayid:

The Flesh Is Weak
Desmond/Sayid; S4 spoilers. 613 words, NC17; not mine.
Sayid probably doesn’t even know, but the way his hands are sure and practiced as he picks the broken engine part up and breaks it in pieces and observes it, the way they’re dirty with grease but still functional is making things to Desmond’s stomach.
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle, for the prompt gear; using for lostpicksix #36, quickie.
Because the flesh is weak, the old saying recites, and it’s generally true.

I Gazed A Gazeless Stare
Desmond/Sayid; 6x12 spoilers. 1372 words, NC17, warning for light bondage and breath-play; not mine.
“Brother, I just was tryin’ to get a reaction out of you. Seems like I did it, aye?”
A/N: originally written for wandersfound for the Five Acts meme (prompts: breathplay, hurt/comfort/kissing); using for lostpicksix #3, kink. Title from Nirvana/David Bowie.
Desmond’s eyes open up and stare right back into Sayid’s and if he’s surprised at having been tied against the tree, he doesn’t show it.

We'll Meet On Edges, Soon
alt!Desmond/alt!Sayid; 6x13 spoilers. 814 words, light R; not mine.
“Aren’t you afraid that someone will catch you, eventually?”; “I reckon that one day they will, but by then my job will be done.” Desmond shrugs, and Sayid doesn’t ask what the job is. He’s sure he won’t get an answer anyway.
A/N: originally written for aboutbunnies for the Five Acts meme (prompts: fugitives, kissing); using for lostpicksix #12, motel.
At times, Desmond disappears and Sayid stays at the motel.

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Jack/Boone:

You Look At Me Now And Don't Think I Don't Know
Jack/Boone; S3 finale spoilers. 295 words, PG13, warning for drug use and Nirvana!Jack; not mine.
“You can’t do this to yourself,” Boone keeps on, a hand on Jack’s wrist squeezing it lightly and it’d feel just so good, so warm, so alive if only Jack’s fingers weren’t brushing against Boone’s own wrist. There’s no pulse. He can’t even have a proper delusion, these days.
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle for the with the prompt pills; using for lostpicksix #15, intoxicated. Title from Steve Earle.
“You should quit them,” Boone says softly, sitting on the edge of Jack’s battered mattress.

Outside Looking In
Jack/Boone, Sawyer; spoiler-free, set in S1. 701 words, NC17, warning for rimming and voyeurism; not mine.
Where Sawyer is innocently taking a walk and stumbles over something he really wasn't expecting to see. Ever.
A/N: originally written for haldoor for the Five Acts meme (prompts: rimming, voyeurism). Using for 2x5obsessions #5, entwined.
Well, he figures, next time he needs a free peep show, he can keep an eye on those two.

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Other pairings:

When You're Down And Out
Miles/Daniel; spoilers up to 5x08. 589 words, PG13; not mine.
If you had asked him on the freighter, he’d have laughed in your face. Because really. Sharing a bed with Daniel Faraday in the seventies in the worst tropical heat ever existed?
A/N: originally written for ozmissage for the Five Acts meme (prompts: kissing, hot nights, sharing a bed, domesticity). Using for chem15try #12, transition state. Title from Simon & Garfunkel.
Miles is actually fine with it, all things considered.

At Dusk The Stars All Appear
Jack/Sawyer; set early-ish in the series so spoiler-free. 670 words, light r; not mine.
Jack never asked him what was in his letter, and Sawyer won’t ask him why he inks stars on his biceps.
A/N: originally written for gemjam for the Five Acts meme (prompts: tattoos, stars). Title from Bruce Springsteen.
Sometimes Sawyer thinks he should ask Jack why the hell would he get stars tattooed on his arm.

It's A Long Way Down To Nothing At All
Jack/Sayid; early S6 spoilers (set before 6x05). 639 words, light NC17; not mine.
“I don’t care what they said,” Jack whispers low as he pushes Sayid back against the wall of the Temple’s room with the pool, feeling like he needs closeness to say this, “you’re not dead or going dark side or whatever he means. You’re not. Hear me? Not under my watch.”
A/N: originally written for mollivanders for the Five Acts meme (prompts: worrying for someone, wall sex). Title from U2.
Jack needs to make his point.

Black Becomes Me Well
Jacob/Man in black; spoilers up to the S5 finale. 432 words, PG13; not mine.
The chessboard rests on the sand, undisturbed by the waves; they just don’t reach it, nor the two men sitting on the opposite sides of it.
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle, with the prompt chess. Title from a quote from The Seventh Seal.
The one dressed in white has the black side, the one dressed in black has the white.

It'll Wash Away
dead!Boone/dead!Charlie; spoilers up to the S3 finale. 1058 words, PG; not mine.
“I’m the only one who remembers, but you all… arrive like this. Anyway, your name is Charlie Pace and you were with me in a plane crash.”
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle, with the prompt amnesia. Title from Steve Earle, sort of.
He had sort of hoped that with Charlie it would be different.

Sacrifices Suck (but it could be worse)
Boone/Charlie/the smoke monster; spoilers up to the S5 finale, warning for tentacle sex, utter and unrepentant crack, wackiness and possible mental scarring. 1431 words, NC17; not mine, in this case luckily.
The only sensible answer they agreed upon was trying to stop the smoke monster from interfering; without such an ally out of the field (for not-John, of course), things would have been at least evened out; and then the problem became, how the fuck were they going to distract the smoke monster?
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle, with the prompt tentacle sex. This is all toestastegood's fault, by the way. And I warned you up there. Don't say I scarred you for life.
Sometimes Boone thinks that if there were prizes for people who didn’t learn their lesson even after death, he and Charlie would have won them all already with honors.

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Duuuh. Will probably crosspost tomorrow so that I don't clog all fic comms at the same time. :/

Title: Only A Pawn In His Game
Characters/Pairings: Esau, Jacob/Richard, implied past Esau/Jacob
Word Count: 1764
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Esau being a bastard maybe?
Original Fic: Yours To Take by bittersweet325
A/N: I hadn't read the fic prior to receiving my assignment, but I absolutely loved it and since Jacob/Richard interests me a lot I had to go for this one. ;) I was tempted to go for Richard's POV but then Esau proved himself surprisingly fun to write and it worked better from his POV anyway, so I went for him. (Also, I hope you don't mind the small bit I added in the end which wasn't in the original. I couldn't resist.) No spoilers for S5 apart from what was in the original. Title from Bob Dylan.
Summary: Esau is a lot of things, among which manipulative and as evil as Jacob himself can get, but he’s definitely not stupid and he knows Jacob like the back of his hand if not better. He would never think that Jacob would give him a free gift, and so he doesn’t assume that Jacob accepts his small offer consisting in his human pet’s immortality as a random act of kindness, either.

( He never thinks for a second that Jacob will buy it. )

Title: And You Could Smell The Whiskey Burning
Rating: R
Pairing: Ellen/Sayid
Words: 940
Summary: >What stands out to her isn’t his clothing (too refined, too pricey, too new) and it isn’t his features either (dark skin, definitely Arab, foreign accent, a better grammar than most people Ellen usually talks to); what stands out, is that he orders MacClutcheon’s.
Spoilers: general S2 for SPN and S4 for Lost. The timeline is probably kind of wrong but bear with me.
Disclaimer: Neither Lost nor SPN are mine, sadly for me and my bank account.
A/N: originally written for the fic battle at lostsquee for the prompt whiskey. And the pairing was too made of awesome. Title stolen from Steve Earle.

( Ellen hasn’t seen someone looking so dead since Dean the day after he sold his soul, and who knows if this guy hasn’t sold his, too? )

Title: Sympathy For The Devil
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Lucifer/Man in black (which kinda becomes Lucifer/War), implied Jacob/Man in black
Words: 1280
Summary: “I was waiting for you,” the real devil says as you finally stand in front of him again.
Spoilers: SPN: up until 5x02. For Lost: through S6, even though they're sort of general and nothing specific.
Disclaimer: Neither Lost nor SPN are mine, sadly for me and my bank account.
A/N: originally written for toestastegood for the five acts meme, for the prompts reunion, rough sex and hand holding. Which considering the two people involved might seem a weird combo but eee. ;) Second person POV. Title from the Rolling Stones, obv., but I have no imagination, as previously stated.

( You snort and try not to pay attention; after all, it’s just a vessel. And even if it has the face of the person who kept you there since Lucifer first fell, you can let a grudge go. )

Title: Cages
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Jack/Juliet
Words: 321
Summary: This is not what you should be doing.
Spoilers: mid S3.
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, duh.
A/N: originally written for lenina20 for the five acts meme; the prompts were Stockholm syndrome, quick/rushed and angst. Second person POV. Sucky title sucks, but I have no imagination.

( You’re losing your mind. )

Title: Keep Your Eyes On The Road And Your Hands Upon The Wheel
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kate/Sayid
Words: 500
Summary: It’s almost like a weird vacation. (Until they get caught, but who says that they will be? They’re both professionals, after all.)
Spoilers: goes AU from S4.
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, duh.
A/N: originally written for the fic battle at lostsquee for the prompt road trip. This is, uh, weird. I guess. Title from The Doors.

( The car is stolen. )

Title: Get It While You Can
Rating: R
Pairing: Boone/Kate
Words: 716
Summary: He’s probably here just to prove to himself that he can be with someone who is everything Shannon isn’t and since there’s nothing else he wants, Kate will let him have it.
Spoilers: for S1? It's set then.
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, duh.
A/N: originally written for for the fic battle at lostsquee, the prompt was nothing good ever happens past midnight. Er, well, Kate was missing in my write-Boone/everyone-quest. Title from Janis Joplin.

( They should know better, and they probably do, but it doesn’t stop them anyway. )

Title: Sacrifices Suck (but it could be worse)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: tentacle sex (yes, YES, I know), utter crack, wackiness.
Pairing: Boone/Charlie/the smoke monster
Words: 1431
Summary: The only sensible answer they agreed upon was trying to stop the smoke monster from interfering; without such an ally out of the field (for not-John, of course), things would have been at least evened out; and then the problem became, how the fuck were they going to distract the smoke monster?
Spoilers: up to the end of S5. Clearly, seeing the premise, this is now absolutely AU. For once, thankfully.
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, duh. But I swear that THIS WOULD NOT happen on it if it was mine.
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle. The prompt was tentacle sex. BTW, it's ALL toestastegood's fault. I SWEAR IT IS. Anyway. THIS IS NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. I warned you that it's crack on a stick. I don't want anyone's sanity on my conscience. It implies that the smoke monster and the man in black are NOT the same person.

( Sometimes Boone thinks that if there were prizes for people who didn’t learn their lesson even after death, he and Charlie would have won them all already with honors. )

Title: It'll Wash Away
Rating: PG
Pairing: dead!Boone/dead!Charlie
Words: 1058
Summary: “I’m the only one who remembers, but you all… arrive like this. Anyway, your name is Charlie Pace and you were with me in a plane crash.”
Spoilers: er, up to the S3 finale?
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, duh. They wouldn't have died.
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle, using amnesia for a prompt. I'm pretty sure the title was sorta stolen from Steve Earle.

( He had sort of hoped that with Charlie it would be different. )

Title: Black Becomes Me Well
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jacob/Man in black
Words: 432
Summary: The chessboard rests on the sand, undisturbed by the waves; they just don’t reach it, nor the two men sitting on the opposite sides of it.
Spoilers: I guess you're safe with the S5 finale since I wrote it before S5 started.
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, as stated.
A/N: originally written for the lostsquee fic battle, using chess for a prompt. Title from a quote from The Seventh Seal.

( The one dressed in white has the black side, the one dressed in black has the white. )

Title: It's A Long Way Down To Nothing At All
Rating: light NC17
Pairing: Jack/Sayid
Words: 639
Summary: “I don’t care what they said,” Jack whispers low as he pushes Sayid back against the wall of the Temple’s room with the pool, feeling like he needs closeness to say this, “you’re not dead or going dark side or whatever he means. You’re not. Hear me? Not under my watch.”
Spoilers: for early S6. Set between the premiere and 6x05.
Disclaimer: Again, Lost isn't mine.
A/N: originally written for mollivanders for the five acts meme; the prompts were worrying and sex against a wall. BTW: totally AU since I wrote it too late, probably. ;) Title from U2.

( Jack needs to make his point. )