maychorian: (should've known better)
Wouldn't it be neat if I could do one of these every day? ::crosses fingers::

Title: The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone
Author [livejournal.com profile] maychorian
Character: Castiel AU
Theme: 01: Elemental, New to Earth
Prompt(s): 01. dark
Rating: K+/PG (brief language)
Word Count: 609
Disclaimer: None of these boys are mine, more's the pity.
Summary: Castiel does not fear the dark. But Jimmy does.
Warnings/Author Notes: Part of the Rain Falling Down AU.

The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone )
maychorian: (Castiel longing)
Title: A Singularly Unpleasant Experience
Author [livejournal.com profile] maychorian
Character: Castiel AU
Theme: 01: Elemental, New to Earth
Prompt: 06. tears
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 626
Disclaimer: None of these boys are mine, more's the pity.
Summary: The first time Jimmy cried while Castiel was trapped in his body, Castiel feared that something was seriously wrong with them.
Warnings/Author Notes: Part of the Rain Falling Down AU. Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] aesc and [livejournal.com profile] aryblack!

A Singularly Unpleasant Experience )
maychorian: (should've known better)
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Here, Have Some Castiel Ficlets
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Castiel, Dean, Sam, Anna, Uriel, Zachariah
Category: Gen, Angst
Rating: PG13
Warning: (skip) Brief language
Spoilers: Through S4
Summary: Three tiny Castiel-centric fics.
Word Count: 1667
Disclaimer: This is my Father's world, but it's Kripke's playground.
Author’s Note: For [livejournal.com profile] deancastiel, [livejournal.com profile] spnwriterlounge, and [livejournal.com profile] spngenlove. Oh, my angsty little angel. ♥

Castiel and the other Angels (Uriel, Anna & Zachariah) reflect on Lucifers first fall. )

Cas finds Dean laying unconscious on the floor after Sam almost choked him in 'When The Levee Breaks'. )

[livejournal.com profile] deancastiel)">A Drift of Feathers (750 words, for the Warm & Fuzzy challenge at [livejournal.com profile] deancastiel)

"Dean, is your angel molting?"

Dean snapped his head up, holding the book firmly in his lap. He'd almost been startled into dropping it. "The hell?"

The irritation on Sam's face was pretty hilarious. "It's either that or Bobby suddenly owns a huge albino parrot." He held up a curly, fluffy feather, such a pure white that it almost hurt to look at. A really, really big feather, almost as long as Sam's gimundo arm.

Dean tilted his head, leaning forward before he was aware of doing it. He set the book aside and made a come-hither motion, and Sam huffed a breath into his bangs and handed over the feather. Dean held the quill in one hand and ran the other up the silky length. So soft...

"Seriously, dude, you gotta do something about Castiel. He's been kind of angelically moping ever since we ended up on the run together, and now we're all stuck in Bobby's house and I know it's frustrating and claustrophobic and uncomfortable and... And now he's molting. It's not healthy."

"I don't get it," Dean protested. "You can't even see the wings. Are you sure this isn't from a...uh...a really big chicken?"

Sam squinted at him. "There's a pile of them. And no, there are no chickens as big as barns anywhere around here."

Dean sighed and stood up, absently playing with the feather. "I'll talk to him. But you need to quit calling him 'my' angel. It just sounds really dumb."

"Whatever, man."

He found Castiel at the edge of the salvage yard perched on the roof of a pickup, watching the sunset with elbows on knees and chin on hands. Feathers sprinkled the ground around him and lay in a light, snowy drift in the bed of the truck, and Dean's heart twisted in his chest. How long had the guy been just sitting there, staring into space?

"Hey!" He hopped up to sit on the hood of the truck, looking up into the angel's morose face. "What's up, doc?"

Castiel stared straight ahead, still as a statue, unblinking.

"Hey," Dean said again. He grabbed Castiel's foot and gave it a shake. "Pay attention to me."

Very, very slowly, Castiel glanced down at him. "I always pay attention to you."

Dean looked away, suddenly aching. "I know. Never mind. What's going on with you?"

"I am...nothing."

"Don't blow me off," Dean said, irritated now. "C'mon. You're...you're molting. I woulda thought that was impossible."

"It's merely a manifestation of..." He blew out a short breath and turned his head away. "Nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does. Tell me, or I'll keep pestering you until you do. You know I will."

Castiel said nothing. Dean started poking his knee. "Pester, pester, pester."

But the droopy angel didn't rise to it. His voice and eyes were dull. "Why do you care?"

Dean couldn't speak for a moment. "What?"

"You haven't even looked at me in five days. Why now?"

"I..." Dean paused. "Five days? Seriously?"

"And some odd hours." He was doing his head-tilt thing, studying Dean with such gravity that Dean felt that he must crumble under the pressure.

"I haven't..." Dean cleared his throat. "Cas, I haven't exactly... I'm not really great company right now. I, uh, now that I think about it, I haven't really been spending any time with Sam or Bobby either. I've been..." He'd been reading. Oh, God, when did Dean Winchester turn into a bookworm?

"You've been avoiding me," Castiel said in that wise, infuriating tone, knowing too much and too little at once.

"I've been avoiding everything," Dean admitted, finally. And when did Dean Winchester turn into a wimp, too? Last year...forty years ago...he never would have done this, never would have buried his head in the ground, hidden in a corner to lick his wounds. Facing things head on, that was always Dean's way. Had been. Always had been his way.

Dean missed himself, abruptly, with a huge aching gape in his chest. And so he knew what Castiel had been feeling, too. And probably Sam and Bobby as well.

"I'm sorry."

Castiel tilted his head even further, utterly confused.

Dean cleared his throat and said it again, louder. "I'm sorry. I won't avoid you anymore. Just...try to stop molting, okay? It's really unnerving."

The angel glanced around himself, saw the sheer number of feathers lying there. He smiled, sweet and sudden. "I'll try."

It was all they could ask for.

(End)

Drabbles

Aug. 21st, 2009 05:38 pm
maychorian: (Save Our Sammy)
[livejournal.com profile] spnwriterlounge had a mini drabble event as part of their writer Olympics. I'm on team gen. I wrote thirteen drabbles. Humor, angst, hurt/comfort, it's all in there, random mix of times and places. (For some reason I went with hurt!Sam for these instead of hurt!Dean. I dunno. Totally not my usual MO.)

I swear these all showed up as 100 words exactly when I wrote them, but when I copied and pasted some said they were 99. ::bitchface:: I hope that doesn't mess up the points for my team.

Some words show up a lot. We got extra points for using those, otherwise I might have made different choices in writing. I don't usually just flat-out TELL the reader that a character is angry, f'rinstance, but for two points I will.

These are in reverse order from how I wrote them--last first, first last.

drabbles )
maychorian: (Yay Dean!)
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Know You Someday
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Dean, surprise character
Category: Gen, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: G/K
Spoilers: Season 4 in general
Summary: Young Dean Winchester is trapped, hurt, and frightened, when help comes from an unexpected source.
Word Count: 1484
Disclaimer: Pretty sure they’re not mine.
Author’s Note: Written for [livejournal.com profile] canarycream's prompt at the h/c meme on [livejournal.com profile] spn_hurtcomfort.

Know You Someday )
maychorian: (lonely road)
Fandom: Supernatural/Chronicles of Narnia
Title: Sam, Son of Adam
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Sam Winchester, various Narnians
Category: Drama, crossover
Rating: G
Spoilers: 3.16
Summary: "I don't…I'm not…no throne, no," Sam protested. His voice sounded utterly weak to his own ears, though, and so very easy to ignore. "I just want my brother."
Word Count: ~1200
Disclaimer: I'm sorry for making you roll over in your grave, CS. I know this doesn't belong to me and I'm being a very naughty girl. :(
Author's Note: Written for the Fandom Firsts Crossover Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] sn_crossovers. It's a little cracked.

Sam, Son of Adam )
maychorian: (Obi annoyed)
Here's a sort-of Halloweenish fanfic of mine. I guess I'll be fiddling with this for awhile, trying to figure out this whole livejournal thing. In the meantime, do enjoy.


Title: Ghosts of the Future
Author: Maychorian
Timeframe: JA (Obi is 18)
Category: A weird mix of drama and humor, I think
Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and a very odd little cantina
Summary: The universe is full of these little pockets of bizarre phenomena. Obi-Wan is a bit tired of falling into them constantly, but somehow he can never avoid them . . .
Disclaimer: Are you kidding me? You don’t make profit from a labor of love! Pure sacrilege, sir!
Notes: For the “I Dare You!” Challenge. My evil darer is VadersMistress, and this is what she required:

“3 Singing pigs

Qui-Gon in a skirt at some point (he must happily wear it and you must insinuate this is a common occurrence )

Luke Skywalker must be in the background at some point. He cannot have any speaking lines, nor mime anything, nor may he interact in the fic at all, but it must be abundantly clear that it IS Luke Skywalker.

Yoda must rap and do a jig at some point (even if it is short)

A character must die in the middle of a crowded room, but no one helps or even notices him/her. (It can be a major or minor character, but it must be at least a paragraph long… And gruesome!)

A sunset

A corset

And a kiss. (It may be between any characters you like in any circumstances, and it may be a kiss of love, death, and/or platonic)

I thought about forcing you make this an angsty fic, but I shall be kind and allow you to make this any kind of fic you wish. (Triple points if you have at least one angsty scene in it, though!)”


I did my best. :p For your reading pleasure, two sunsets and two kisses! If one doesn’t fulfill the condition, perhaps the other does?

Ghosts of the Future . . . )

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