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Written for Narnia Exchange '09. Originally posted here.


Adonai
Narnia. Lucy, Edmund, Susan, Peter(, Aslan?). G. Thanks to Wyrm and Bedlam for the beta.
Lucy knows Aslan by many names.

( Adonai )

I'm yoinking the neighbor's wireless because animus_wyrmis is a jolly good fellow and so say all of us! Happy birthday, beloved Wyrrrrrrm. I wrote you Archenland fic, with Lune and Susan hanging out and spyyyymaster Susan. I hear you like such things??


The Letters and Conversations of a King of Archenland
Narnia. G. be_themoon beta'ed it because she rocks.
Lune, his family, his friends, and some unfortunate members of the Avran nobility.

( To what shall we drink? )

Originally posted here. A missing scene can be found here.

The Left Hand of Heaven
Narnia. Edmund, Peter, Lucy, Tirian. PG.
A missing scene from a Last Battle AU in which Edmund, Peter, and Lucy return to Narnia. Mild Lucy/Tirian, though this is mostly about Edmund and Peter and the battles they've fought across two worlds.

( he knows how to interpret the shape of peter's motivations through sudden tensions in the body )

1. Would the 'missing scene' meme work if I drabbled a missing scene from one of YOUR fics? Or if YOU drabbled a missing scene from one of mine? Or is that too much.

2. OMG 'HUSTLE', WAY TO GO HAVING A WHIMSICAL BOLLYWOOD SONG-AND-DANCE SCENE AND ANGEL COULBY IN ONE EPISODE. I'M STILL PICKING BITS OF BRAIN OFF THE COUCH FROM WHEN MY HEAD EXPLODED FROM WONDERFUL. OMG.

3. What is with this LJ apocalypse I've been hearing rumours about (again). Whatev. But, since I've been meaning to do this anyway, I started an insanejournal here as a form of alternate fic repository. I should def move the older ones, 'cos I don't have the files for those anymore.

4. The awesome lazaefair has organized the crack-addled mess that is me and Bedlam's pevencestuous grifters commentfic AU (...we haven't thought of a title, okay) into chronological order, and it can be found on themusingstream. *glomps her* (Do people still use 'glomp' anymore?) At this point we've had cameos from Ocean's 11, Numb3rs (just a teeny one), and Merlin. And Boondock Saints, though the McManus brothers haven't officially showed up. ...Shit, I misplaced my shame gland again.

5. More drabbles:
( Merlin/Narnia. Merlin and the Pevensies in England. This is entirely tricksterquinn's fault. )
( Boondock Saints. Someone's forgotten something. )

The following were originally posted here for the (still ongoing?) 'missing scene' meme, and have been spruced up for an actual post.

- from this room has many windows (Narnia, Susan/Peter/Edmund), for lettersandliars
( a starched cotton dress and runs in her stockings )

- from A Guide to Modern Living (Gossip/Boondock Saints, Travis/Connor), for lux__aeterna
( i'll pray for whoever i fucking want to )

- from The Left Hand of Heaven (Narnia, Edmund & Peter), for bedlamsbard
( lucy grins at him with a rabbit in each hand )

- from Just Lie Back and Think of Camelot (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin), for half of mumblemutter
( what does mugwort do anyway? )

I have already flailed myself out am apparently still flailing about Episode 10 in the comments of various people's LJs. So I will post instead ( three fics Episode 10 has made IMPERATIVE THAT FANDOM WRITE. )

So, guys, the first narniaexchange fic is posted, and it is the one I wrote! It is a Last Battle AU (because I don't have enough in my life already) where the Pevensies sans Susan return to Narnia instead of Jill and Eustace. It's more 'missing scene'-ish, I guess.

The Left Hand of Heaven. Edmund&Peter, the battles they have fought across two worlds. ~3000ish words, PG
Thanks for the beta animus_wyrmis, and vestarho I hope you like it. :)

( The conversation that led to the title-- )

It has been a sulky sort of evening, but when I put my iTunes on random, the first song it played was "Evacuating London" and I was like :-D. My computer totally did it on purpose to make me feel better, I know it.

I have been on an icon-collecting kick lately. I'm looking forward to the release of the Prince Caspian DVD mainly for all the iconpretty people will be making. Icons 2 and 6 from this post make me want to write fic. Y'know, 'cos with #6, Edmund falters or loses his metaphorical footing, and it's not that Lucy saves him, quite, 'cos Lucy knows when to let Edmund fight his own battles. And besides, Lucy has learned by now that you can't make people believe -- in god, in themselves, in love, whatever -- but she is There, and, as Johnny Maxwell, the titular character of the EXCELLENT TRILOGY YA'LL MUST READ, says, "You can get medals just for being there."

The fic for #2 is probably set in Italy, because there is actually a city in Italy called Narnia, and animus_wyrmis was like, "Do you think the Pevensies were ever like, 'Hey, our country and this place in Italy have the same name!'?" Susan would be like, "It's just a name, you know," and waxes boring about how it's actually called Narni now, and it hasn't been Narnia since the Roman empire. And I don't know if all the Pevensies go or just some. According to that fount of knowledge Wikipedia, Narni is "of strikingly medieval appearance, with stone buildings, and narrow cobblestone streets," which totally enables angsting about Narnia. Like, it has the largest Roman bridge ever built, but only half of the bridge is still standing. They stand on the edge of the broken bridge and look down at the water, and it's like that scene from PC. Insert here stuff about ruins and relics and the inexorable passage of time. The town is also home to Blessed Lucy of Narni, who died after 39 years of speaking to no one but her confessor. "That doesn't sound like Lucy at all," says Edmund, and Lucy laughs as she shoves him. So anyway, there is wine-drinking, frolicking on the hillsides, and Pevencest. Pastoral idyll and being in a place that time seems to have forgetten.


INTERNET, DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT THIS IS THE ONLY DECENT JOHNNY MAXWELL FIC IN EXISTENCE.


Edit: More from Just William, from when William asks the sketchy man if he lost his ears in the war: "I bin in the wor orl right. Stroike me pink, I bin in the wor and that's the truth. But I didn't get 'em cut orf in the wor. Well, I'll stop kiddin' yer. I'll tell yer strite. I never 'ad none. Nar!"

It's one thing to waste time doing something enjoyable and eventually realize you're fucked, but it's that much more frustrating when you're wasting time doing something distinctively UNenjoyable. Like being bewildered at your statistics homework and hoping that staring at it in horror will eventually make it comprehensible. So, ON TO MORE ENJOYABLE THINGS.

Seeing as I have no time to do a cumulative recs post, let's try one rec per post, chipping away at it and such. And All Our Yesterdays is Peter/Susan in England, trying to keep it together and falling apart, as a Peter/Susan in England is wont to do.

I am planning to do a couple of drabble-dumps at some point, but I think this one is long enough to merit its own post.

five times in england when it was difficult to let go
Narnia ficlet for lettersandliars, who knows who didn't start the fire. Pevensies post-LWW. Pevencest if you squint.

( and then they are gone )