I think some people just have very specific ideas about personalities and the way people interact and they feel that sexual positions correlate to those images.
That depends. If you feel strongly about the correlation between sexual positions and personality, then the fic won't be good for you because the characters will seem OOC.
It matters to me only if the sex was the main focus of the story, and like lunardreamed said above - the fic won't be good for you because the characters will seem OOC, and since the sex is the story, then who tops and who bottoms does matter IMHO.
But if the sex is not the main focus, like in a Wincesty case-fic, than it doesn't really matter.
Hmm....There's a part of me that says The Little Mermaid...but that ended SO badly in the real fairy tale...and it would be my excuse to have Jensen sing....and then there's a part of me that wants to give you some obscure fairy tale....but I did always have a soft spot for Beauty and the Beast....or Snow White....really anything will work for me. :-)
The boy is beautiful, too beautiful to be anything but marble. He is almost her rival, and that cannot be allowed. She watches him through the glass, watches him weave and duck, watches him tumble and sprint, watches him swing a blade and sever a head.
He is so very beautiful, no matter what he does. He is more beautiful than her step-daughter was, which she had thought to be impossible.
No matter. The spell is simple, the ingredients gathered, and she waves his image away. Time to prepare.
The spell is simple and her powers grow with her age. Besides, there are no true loves or princes anymore. She will not tolerate equals, not since that brat nearly destroyed her by batting her eyelashes and laughing coquettishly.
“Mirror, mirror,” she whispers, lighting a candle. “I’ll be the fairest of all.”
SUPERNATURAL of course! (unless doubling up with something that's already been requested isn't allowed, in which case I can probably be pressed to choose something else ^_^)
And re who tops in fic... I honestly couldn't tell you why it matters, but I only only ONLY ever write Sam topping. There are probably all kinds of fun meta analytical reason I could suss out for it, but I'm not really good with that sort of thing. I'll readily read both, though even reading Sam/Dean I have a preference for bottom!Dean and top!Sam. DO NOT KNOW! *flail*
I mean CLEARLY the rule is that whoever is TALLER has to TOP, DUH. It is the rule of yaoi!
So many rules, GOD. Fairy tale fairy tale... hmm...little mermaid plz!
Also, I actually can't really tell you what the rules are regarding height, topping and wee!cest since I actually don't read it. My Sammy is ALWAYS taller than Dean. ^_^
I would love to see an SPN version of Hans Christian Andersen's The Nightingale.
As for who tops . . . I think I agree with other commenters who have mentioned that the question of who tops is predicated upon our personal interpretation of the characters. The "wrong" person topping seems OOC.
“You want to see your brother again?” the demon demands, host’s eyes blood-red. “You’ll have to make a sacrifice.”
All the lectures Dad ever gave are forgotten, pushed aside by fear and sorrow and an ocean of regret. “Anything,” he says. “Anything that’s mine to give is yours.”
The host’s body is large, towering over him, dark skin and hair turning white. The demon holds out a hand. “Anything?” it asks. “Powerful word, that.” It smirks, pulling him close, placing the host’s mouth a breath away. “You sure, boy? You won’t get a do-over.”
“I’m sure.” His voice is strong; his soul is shaking.
“Done,” the demon whispers, lips dry and chapped against his. It pulls back and says, “Go home. You’ll wake tomorrow in the world that was, your brother yours again.”
He opens his mouth, but the demon holds up a hand. “Not a word between now and dawn, or the deal is forfeit.”
He nods and turns, hurries back to Dad’s car and breaks the limit on the way home.
Dad is still passed out, dried tears gleaming by light of the TV. He kisses Dad’s forehead in forgiveness—no matter what he screamed before he left, he knows it wasn’t Dad’s fault—and goes to what had been a shared room. His brother is not there. Clothes still cover the floor, testament to his tantrum, papers and debris spread all over.
A part of him thinks his brother will walk in any minute. It hurts.
You’ll wake tomorrow in the world that was, your brother yours again.
He curls up in his brother’s bed and dreams of his brother ever-present, warm and boisterous and alive.
-
Sam wakes to Dean shoving him out of bed. “Dude,” he says, “my property, ‘member?”
He opens his mouth to cry “You’re alive!” but no sound comes out.
Oh, I love it! And how heartrending a commentary is it on the agony that canon has given them that I read this and think... y'know, comparatively? That is NOT a bad exchange.
There was originally more, detailing Sam's second birth and how he never cried, and then a bit about that Stanford fight where Dean chooses to go with Sam, and then Sam is at the crossroads again, trying to make a new deal after Dean dies(probably saving him from something) and the demon says, "Can't deal if you can't speak" so Sam kills it with the knife he stole from Ruby and determines to find a new demon willing to deal.
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Date: 2009-02-11 02:02 am (UTC)I'm so glad I don't care.
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Date: 2009-02-11 02:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-11 02:13 am (UTC)But if the sex is not the main focus, like in a Wincesty case-fic, than it doesn't really matter.
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Date: 2009-02-11 02:47 am (UTC)---
The boy is beautiful, too beautiful to be anything but marble. He is almost her rival, and that cannot be allowed. She watches him through the glass, watches him weave and duck, watches him tumble and sprint, watches him swing a blade and sever a head.
He is so very beautiful, no matter what he does. He is more beautiful than her step-daughter was, which she had thought to be impossible.
No matter. The spell is simple, the ingredients gathered, and she waves his image away. Time to prepare.
The spell is simple and her powers grow with her age. Besides, there are no true loves or princes anymore. She will not tolerate equals, not since that brat nearly destroyed her by batting her eyelashes and laughing coquettishly.
“Mirror, mirror,” she whispers, lighting a candle. “I’ll be the fairest of all.”
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Date: 2009-02-11 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-11 03:58 am (UTC)And re who tops in fic... I honestly couldn't tell you why it matters, but I only only ONLY ever write Sam topping. There are probably all kinds of fun meta analytical reason I could suss out for it, but I'm not really good with that sort of thing. I'll readily read both, though even reading Sam/Dean I have a preference for bottom!Dean and top!Sam. DO NOT KNOW! *flail*
I mean CLEARLY the rule is that whoever is TALLER has to TOP, DUH. It is the rule of yaoi!
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Date: 2009-02-11 04:10 am (UTC)I figured size had something to do with it. But what about wee!cest?
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Date: 2009-02-11 04:13 am (UTC)Also, I actually can't really tell you what the rules are regarding height, topping and wee!cest since I actually don't read it. My Sammy is ALWAYS taller than Dean. ^_^
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-11 03:39 pm (UTC)As for who tops . . . I think I agree with other commenters who have mentioned that the question of who tops is predicated upon our personal interpretation of the characters. The "wrong" person topping seems OOC.
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Date: 2009-02-11 04:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-11 07:59 pm (UTC)All the lectures Dad ever gave are forgotten, pushed aside by fear and sorrow and an ocean of regret. “Anything,” he says. “Anything that’s mine to give is yours.”
The host’s body is large, towering over him, dark skin and hair turning white. The demon holds out a hand. “Anything?” it asks. “Powerful word, that.” It smirks, pulling him close, placing the host’s mouth a breath away. “You sure, boy? You won’t get a do-over.”
“I’m sure.” His voice is strong; his soul is shaking.
“Done,” the demon whispers, lips dry and chapped against his. It pulls back and says, “Go home. You’ll wake tomorrow in the world that was, your brother yours again.”
He opens his mouth, but the demon holds up a hand. “Not a word between now and dawn, or the deal is forfeit.”
He nods and turns, hurries back to Dad’s car and breaks the limit on the way home.
Dad is still passed out, dried tears gleaming by light of the TV. He kisses Dad’s forehead in forgiveness—no matter what he screamed before he left, he knows it wasn’t Dad’s fault—and goes to what had been a shared room. His brother is not there. Clothes still cover the floor, testament to his tantrum, papers and debris spread all over.
A part of him thinks his brother will walk in any minute. It hurts.
You’ll wake tomorrow in the world that was, your brother yours again.
He curls up in his brother’s bed and dreams of his brother ever-present, warm and boisterous and alive.
-
Sam wakes to Dean shoving him out of bed. “Dude,” he says, “my property, ‘member?”
He opens his mouth to cry “You’re alive!” but no sound comes out.
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Date: 2009-02-11 08:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-13 04:53 pm (UTC)Beautifully done!
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Date: 2009-02-14 06:34 am (UTC)But I decided it felt too forced.
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Date: 2009-02-17 05:37 pm (UTC)