TITLE: your heaven filled my world (the ‘do you think god is dead?’ remix)
PAIRING: Paul/Carlos
AUTHOR: FyrMaiden
SUMMARY: the one where I shamelessly rip off My Own Private Idaho. No, really. Um, seriously, hustlers, drugs, Carlos calls Paul ‘England’ which was the premise for an ENTIRELY different story…
DISCLAIMER: Not for individual resale. For private home use only. Do not consume after the use-by date.
WARNINGS: None. AWESOMECAKES! Unless a solid lack of beta counts as a warning. In this instance, it probably should.



( you’ll never fail like common people, you’ll never watch your life slide out of view )

Title: Rattlesnakes and Smoke Signals (Observations On)
Summary: the one where they’re outlaws, baby. (cowboy!AU)
Pairing: actually, sort of everyone except daniel's a girl so anything involving daniel may not count as slash, depending on how your kinks iron out.
Rating: R, for bad words, lots of bad words and then some more. and also maybe sex?
Disclaimer: Not Real. Just For Fun. Move it along, folks.
In conclusion, idk, bollo ties and too much coffee? And also, I have no clue when this is, I just, y’know, guns and outlaws and yeehaw! (Because, erm, spic is early 20th Century and 'kemo sabe' is from The Lone Ranger. So. Erm. Yes?)



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Fandom: Interpol
Pairing: Carlos/Paul
Genre: Take a punt! Angst. Again. Relatively fluffy angst by my standards, though!
Rating: PG, I guess? There’s nothing in here you wouldn’t let your 12 year old watch, if that makes sense.
Warning: I’m English. Grammatical anachronisms will occur.

Title: kill me instead
Author: FyrMaiden
Summary: Paul only lives with him for half the year. Carlos can’t make it work all year round.
Word Count: 1415

Disclaimer: Just playing in the sandpit. No offense meant and no assertions made. It’s all Just For Fun.
Author’s Note: One day, I’ll stop hurting them. One day I will also write something longer than 2000 words again. When I do manage that, I'll stop spamming everyone with this dribbe. Until such time…

Excerpt: Paul says, it’s pirates and ninjas this year. And probably vampires. He say this, and then he says he misses Carlos all in the same breath, like maybe the two are related and Carlos says he misses him too and probably skeletons. Mummies, Paul corrects and Carlos hangs up the phone.

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Posting here for my benefit. Cross-posted to pp_

Fandom: Interpol
Pairing: Carlos/Paul
Genre: Puppies and kittens. Okay, no. Angst. And ladlefulls of it. Yus.
Rating: NC17/18/Adult. For naughty words and lots of them. And maybe implied boysex.
Warning: Don’t eat the yellow snow.

Title: words like violence
Author: FyrMaiden
Summary: Paul learns about angels.
Word Count: 1703

Disclaimer: Just playing in the sandpit. No harm or offense meant. Also, I don’t use a beta and this may prove why I probably should. Any and all mistakes, inaccuracies, plot holes and outright contradictions are all my own work. Yus.


( Carlos, Paul decides within seconds, is 90% style. It takes him slightly longer to readjust his opinion. It’s an even split, style and arrogance, no two ways about it. Then Paul changes his mind again, because he can and because, through the haze of functional alcoholism, he doesn’t remember making any previous assertions about Carlos. Anyway, he’s at least 80% pretentious c**t. )

Before we start, it's been 67 weeks since I've updated this thing. OVER A FUCKING YEAR! Christ. That's a long time with no muse, because Jamie and Ian stopped fucking line bunnies in my head. Well, actually, they just moved to AIM for a while and then Jen went and got a new job which was RUDE quite frankly. ANYWAYS! Interpol. Based entirely on the premise that Carlos is far too pretty to be real. Wobbly plot/characterisation/EVERYTHING follows after this short break...

Fandom: Interpol
Pairing: Carlos/Paul
Genre: Angst, for no better reason than I can and I do.
Rating: I don’t think it really needs one. GA?
Warning: No animals were harmed in the making of this documentary.

Title: he didn’t take the time to lie
Author: *curtsies*
Summary: phs, fairly pointless drabble thing but since it’s like, the ONLY thing I have finished it recent memory, posted it is. But Carlos does get compared to a wolf and that has to be worth SOMETHING, right!?! Right. Let’s call it the one with the properly dysfunctional relationship, si?
Word Count: 639


“Loving you,” he says, “Loving you is like staring down the barrel of a gun.” And then he doesn’t say anything else, just crosses his legs and looks away, closes himself down and refuses to be drawn further on the subject. That’s what having Carlos is; it’s offhand comments that sucker punch and distances that are still sort of incomprehensible. Having Carlos is a matter of riding out the insecurity for the sake of the highs, because really having him isn’t something to take lightly.

Besides, Paul knows that, eventually, Carlos will explain.


By Carlos’ standards, it doesn’t take long. Another cigarette flares into life and he draws smoke deep into his lungs before blasting it up into the rafters, a blue-grey ghost that makes him smile, lips stretching across his teeth. Paul wraps him arms around himself, thinks but doesn’t say that loving Carlos has always been a lot like taming a storm and a little like playing fetch with a wolf.

Carlos’ almost black eyes flick back to Paul’s face and the smile softens. His whole face softens. Lines become smoother until he appears less skeletally angular and more like himself. “Because,” he says, “because it feels a lot like dying, waiting for someone to pull the trigger. Living always on edge, waiting for the big finale, the fireworks and the end of the show, tat endless soul-destroying grey that comes when the whole world ends.” Which might even be the most articulate he’s been in days. Paul chooses not to comment and appeals to the animal instead.

“Eat,” he says. “There’s leftover from yesterday or I’ll make you eggs.”

Except Carlos isn’t hungry, because nothing really changes.


It’s later, much later, and Carlos is on the couch. His head rests on one arm, his feet are propped against the other and he says maybe he could eat, you know, food or whatever and closes his eyes. Paul thinks maybe he should find this behaviour irritating and yet –

“What do you want?”

And again, because nothing changes, Carlos shrugs non-commitally and says nothing, so Paul cooks the eggs he offered earlier and serves coffee Irish, with the whiskey already in.


Paul deals with him because he’s got to a point where he doesn’t really know any differently. He tells himself that loving Carlos is a hell of a lot like waiting for the world to end as well. He catches Carlos’ reflection, tall arrogant frame leaning against the door jam. Smiles as he puts down the razor.

“Why’re you here, Carl?” he whispers, not bothering to turn around. He knows this mood, this look. It tastes of drink and ash and, to some extent, death and finality. Living with Carlos is a lot like playing Russian roulette with his emotions. Every time he spins the chamber, he hopes the hammer will hit a nerve. Carlos doesn’t react. Try again, then, another time because one days Paul figures the hammer has got to hit home. Paint the fucking walls. Which makes him laugh and Carlos raise one arch eyebrow.

“Paint it black,” Paul whispers and turns slowly, stares down the barrel of the gun, waits for the bang and the fireworks that don’t come. Paul wonders, idly, which end of the gun Carlos is staring down the barrel from.


Late at night, Carlos tastes like soap and smells like cotton or maybe silk. By early morning, he tastes like Manhattan smells. But when he touches Paul’s flesh it’s still electric so really, it doesn’t matter.

One day, Paul thinks he’ll get bored of the eggshells he’s walked on for years; he’ll get tired of never properly gauging Carlos’ moods. The game will play itself out.

But for now Paul knows he’ll stay. Because when Carlos makes him come, the world ends. That’s when the bullet leaves the gun.


FIN

© FyrMaiden March 2008

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen – Sam & Dean, guest appearances by Mary, Jess and John.
Genre: Fluffy bunnies and kittens? Okay, no. You got me. It’s angst, but sort of bittersweet?
Spoilers: They don’t count as spoilers anymore, but it centres on ‘Home’.
Warnings: Dodgy (wobbly and occasionally wildly off) characterization, if that counts as a warning!

Title: A Line In A Song
Author: fyrmaiden
Rating: All audiences. Yes, really.
Summary: Dean maps out a life he never knew, one where his mom is alive and he’s not hunted…
Words: 2560

Disclaimer: Fan authored for fun not profit. Supernatural, its characters and content are license of Eric Kripke and the CW.
Author’s Note: So, this is the other idea, the one that I was having trouble with. I’m still having trouble with it. This is one of the few times when I’m actually feeling the need for a beta to tell me to stop being a complete ass; it doesn’t totally suck but could use some revision. What I’m basically saying is that if you want to tell me where it needs work, feel free. I’d also like to take this opportunity to point out that the title is stolen shamelessly from Fall Out Boy’s ‘Sugar, We’re Going Down’. Kinellman, I don’t even bloody like FOB!


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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen – Dean, Sam, established. Dean/OFC, nothing graphic.
Genre: Angst. You know, for a change.
Spoilers: Er. Season 1 in general? Nothing specific. Oh – maybe for Skin but that doesn’t count.
Warnings: It’s more of a requirement – suspension of disbelief will get you a long way.

Title: Tomorrow, Like Yesterday
Author: FyrMaiden
Rating: PG-13/12A. Pick a side of the pond.
Summary: It’s only because Dean is dying that he tells Sam, because someone needs to know. Someone will need to tell his daughter when he dies.
Words: 2016

Disclaimer: Fan authored for fun not profit. Supernatural, its characters and content, are license of Eric Kripke and the CW.
Author’s Note: So I had these two ideas. One revolved around 1x06 (Skin) and what Dean would have written on his headstone, which sort of morphed into what you see before you. The other (and I’m working on it) is another piece about the car, but starts with the notion that Dean sees things that never were. I prefer the other idea, but this one was easier. Easier wins every time, yo. Onwards!


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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen – Dean, Sam, established.
Genre: Angst (and boatloads of it)
Spoilers: Devil’s Trap
Warnings: Black. Very black. Death, despair, hurt. Black.

Title: Twist
Author: FyrMaiden
Rating: R (for theme and language)
Summary: Sam thinks he can still hear Dean singing along to the radio, but he can’t remember what colour his brother’s eyes were.
Words: 945

Disclaimer: Fan authored for fun not profit. Supernatural is license of Eric Kripke and the CW (squee!).
Author’s Note: Yes, I know we’re getting a second season and this is absolute pish, but I can’t help it. The bunny bit me while I was watching The Da Vinci Code and wouldn’t leave me alone. Here goes!

The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
You learn too late you've used two wishes like a fool

~ Wicked Little Town (from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, performed by John Cameron Mitchell)

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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen – Dean, Sam, established.
Genre: Angst – shocker, huh?
Spoilers: Pretty much everything up to and including Salvation & Devil’s Trap (set post-Devil’s Trap)
Warnings: This switches between first, second and third person. Yes, that counts as a warning because I know it might bother some people. Also, this isn’t particularly cheerful. Character death is implied but not written.

Title: Scared To Dream
Author: FyrMaiden
Rating: R for dark (ish) themes
Summary: The Impala almost defines the person Dean has grown into, as much as he defines himself by its presence. Without the car, what does Dean become?
Words: 3043

Disclaimer: Fan authored for fun not profit. Supernatural is license of Eric Kripke and the CW/WB.
Author’s Note: ‘And I was thinking about the Metallicar yesterday and how it's been the only constant in Dean's life and if it dies he'll have lost his home.’ Bunny comes courtesy of V (babelicious_2) and is thus dedicated to her. For squeeing randomly with me and for being my source of much fandom junk. Thank you. Story comes without a beta; any and all mistakes are property of the author, since they’re about all she can actually claim as her own.


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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Genfic – Dean, Mary
Genre: Angst. Heh!
Spoilers: None – mostly pre-series exposition
Warnings: UV is bad for your skin. Use fake tan, not sunbeds.

Title: Guardian
Author: FyrMaiden
Rating: All audiences. Nothing to see here, kids.
Summary: Dean doesn’t believe in angels, but he does believe his mother is watching over him.
Words: 894 (short vignette; no dialogue)

Disclaimer: Supernatural is license and property of Eric Kripke and whoever it is that now wants to claim responsibility for the pretty and the rabid fangirls. This is fan authored, for fun not profit.
Note: So – I had the last line of the first paragraph knocking around in my head whilst I was at work and had to write it down. The rest? Sort of just happened, really. I'd like to sincerely apologise for the absolute twaddle I subject people to.


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So. I proof read after I post and realise that not only does my ability to keep continuity going suck, but so does my word counting. I know there's at least one thing in here where I've got one word that should be two words. But nevermind, huh? The theory is still sound. The continuity is not, but the theory is. Happy days! *cough*

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen – Sam & Dean, established. Some coverage of John and the boys.
Genre: Angst
Spoilers: Erm. I don’t know. I guess it depends on what you consider fair game. I’d consider everything up to probably ‘The Benders’ to be spoiler free, since that’s where we’ve got to in the UK. So up to and including ‘The Benders’ it doesn’t count. There are minor spoilers for a few episodes after that, but nothing that hasn’t been a matter of conjecture and fan speculation prior to the airing of ‘Salvation’ and ‘Devil’s Trap’.
Warnings: Passing mention of … *gasp* … a girl! Or two.

Title: Moving in Circles
Author: FyrMaiden
Summary: A series of vignettes, ranging from 100 to 1500 words apiece, exploring the relationship between Sam and Dean.
Word Count: In total, 6000

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all characters therein are property and license of Eric Kripke and the WB. This is fan authored, for fun not profit.

Author’s Notes:
1 – This was supposed to go 100, 200, 300 etc, up to 1000. Except I got to 800 no problem, I struggled with 900 (and then got 1450 and had to knock over 500 words out of it), and then 1000 words turned into 1600 and I couldn’t actually find 600 words I could eliminate. So 1000 words became 1500, which means this fic is a failure, in the long run. I’m still fairly proud of it, though.

2 – Note belongs to “God Hears” (900 words). Tense is jumpy. Yes, it’s deliberate. It’s supposed to be a reflection of Dean’s confusion, an implication of how he doesn’t work without Sam. Perhaps it works, perhaps it doesn’t. Perhaps it’s not as garbled as I think it is. Who knows?

3- Note belongs to “Chief of Ten” (1500 words). Definitely contains minor spoilers for 1x21 – Salvation but I’ve tried to keep 1x22 – Devil’s Trap out of it. This isn’t supposed to break in quite the way post-22 fic does. As noted in the main spoiler warning, there is nothing that wasn’t already a matter of conjecture and fan speculation.

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

~ Where Do You Go To My Lovely (Peter Sarstedt)

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So. We knew this wouldn't take long to crawl out of the woodwork. I might not be able to write slash in this fandom, but I can still quite happily kill them off. *headdesk* Take that as a warning - DEATH FIC!

Fandom: Supernatural
Slash/Gen: Gen
Genre: Angst
Warning: Death fic
Spoilers: None
Rating: R – dark themes

Title: Free
Author: FyrMaiden (e-mail)
Summary: Sam’s got blood on his hands, and Dean can’t remember where it’s come from.

Disclaimer: Fan authored, for fun, not profit. Supernatural and its characters belong to Eric Kripke and the WB.

Do the thing you fear the most and death of fear is certain.

~ Mark Twain

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So, here we go. Second Supernatural fic. Still kind of working on how I characterise these two. It's weird. I've never felt driven to write FPS before. Dean has returned my muse to me. Really should try Dark Angel fic. That'd be lotsa fun. Anyway!

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Turn Out The Dark
Author: FyrMaiden
Category: Gen
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13, 12A. Nothing graphic, but it does cover Jess’s death so I figure a 12A here, which I figure must a PG-13 Stateside?
Summary: There’s just one thing Dean wishes for Sam.

Warnings/Spoilers: None, really. I think we all know the premise by now, so this has nothing you won’t have seen.
Disclaimer: The characters and premise of Supernatural belong to Warner Bros and Kripke. This is fan authored for fun, not profit.
Word Count: 1290


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© FyrMaiden 29.03.2006 </b>

So, hands up who thought they'd ever see this thing in use ever again? Mmm, your overwhelming response astounds me. Mostly, this is purely for archiving purposes. It's got more holes than swiss cheese, I swear to God but eh. It's a start. Something from yours truly, the first in a while. Heh.

Fandom: 30STM
Title: Blood in His Hair
Author: FyrMaiden (fyrmaiden@gmail.com)
Pairing: Jared/Shannon
Rating: R (language, blood & scenes of a sexual nature which some may find offensive)
Genre: angst
Warnings: Incest! Despair! Depression! Violence!
Disclaimer: Not for profit. Just for fun. Should anything herein bear resemblance to those persons concerned, it’s nothing more than a happy coincidence.

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Blood in His Hair
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And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

~ Iris, Goo Goo Dolls

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Fandom: Linkin Park
Title: Enslaved
Pairing: Chester/Brad (main pairing; others involved and implied)
Status: Standalone (COMPLETE)
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: NC-17 – language, sex, drugs
Summary: ‘And the thought again, the thought – knowledge – that has been with me since I was young: I am a drug; one look will never be enough.’ He is addiction, and addiction is never healthy…

Author's Note: And so this amounts to the Christmas fic I've been harping on about... except for the part where it changed into something else whilst I was writing it. Hmm... With thanks to cm at mumblemutter for the beta.


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