Written for katakokk.

too old for lullabyes
Narnia. PG, Peter/Susan. 627 words. Warning: incestuous.
"That's all the whiskey we have left to drink." Post-Narnia.

( too old for lullabyes )

Written for Bedlam, originally posted here. She requested 'Peter/Jadis', but this is only Peter&Jadis, alas. 274 words.

( You are in no position to bargain, witch. )

Tagalog word of the day!: tagahalakhak (pronounced tah-gah-hah-LUCK-HUCK), meaning hilarious!

I have these snippets lying around -- a couple of lines from overexcited meta, a few sentences of directionless porn -- that I keep around in case I might want to use them in a fic at some point. A lot of them I can't use because the contexts are really specific and vaguely cracked out, but I'm a packrat. If I get rid of a bunch of stuff, it's usually by accident.

Anywayz, these are Peter/Susan snippets from various exchanges with Bed and Z that I've smushed into one thing. Yanno, as much as I love Peter/Susan, I'm beginning to feel like I've said all I need to say about them. Maybe I need a new lens. Maybe I need to AU this shit up. I wanna read other people/s Peter/Susan.


Residue
Narnia. Peter/Susan. R. 647 words. Warning: incest.
Post-Narnia. They're not afraid of silence.

( there is no wolf )

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 )

You thought I was done with you, Narnia, but you should know that I am never done with you.

This started out as commentfic with Z, cracking out about Peter/rock symbolism in PC, and then somehow became the only fic I've written to require a bibliography. For about a month or so, we weirdly had to read the same books for homework and - in addition to Narrrrrnia - that was how we became friends. So, this fic kind of grew out of that, sort of. This fic is preceded, on my end, by this post and my paper applying Durkheimian and Weberian concepts to the Chronicles of Narnia.

No, please, tell me how to be a bigger geek, I wanna know.

With the kind of classes I have this semester though, it's more difficult to apply homework to fandom. If any of you ever figure out how to use binomial distribution and multivariate regression as metaphors for the human heart, you let me know, mmkay?


Title: Sea Change
Authors: lassiterfics and zempasuchil, Esq.
Fandom: Narnia
Rating: G
Summary: Sea change: n. A gradual transformation in which the form is retained but the substance is replaced. "Maybe when the world changes, your footholds in it do too. Maybe he's back to stumbling in a land that doesn't fit him." Peter, Susan, and Edmund from the end of the Golden Age to England, and back, and back again.
A/N: templemarker has remixed this fic for remixredux09, and it's awesome: into something rich and strange (the tempus aeternum backbeat)

( don't forget don't forget don't forget until it stops being words and is just a tight and urgent feeling in a chamber of his heart )

This is how I got my name, but now I'm reading Psych fic and it's is giving me a nominal crisis. It's $15 for a rename token so FUCK THAT, and I don't want to go through the hassle of making a new account. I can just change my name without changing my account, I guess, but dammit, all these options just sound like giving in so I will do NONE OF THEM. I will stand my ground. TAKE THAT, PSYCH.

AND NOW... a drabble dump!

( Narnia/HP. Post-TLB. Susan & Tom Riddle. )

( Golden Age. Implied Susan/Lucy. Tumnus is smarmy and Edmund doesn't want to know. )

( Post-TLB. Susan, traveling the world. )

( Deleted scene from 'Crowning of a Heart'. Lucy chasing Peter through Cair Paravel's secret passageways. )

Deleted scenes from 'and sometimes you hear the silence speak':
( Leaving Cair Paravel. Peter&Susan, and Edmund being a grinch. )
( En route to Calormen - 2 drabbles )
( Edmund&Susan shenanigans )
( Edmund & Susan at the Tisroc's banquet. )

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!"

For dinner, I am going to have curry noodles leftover, and brownies, and I'm gonna curl up with some reading, and I'm going to sleep long and hard, 'cos I forgot I volunteered to help run something tomorrow. Uh.

And, because I can, a couple of songs I think you should listen to, with links to YouTube:
Tricky, "Evolution Revolution Love": trip hop, sounds like the revolution seeping into the soles of your feet from the sidewalk cracks
Gabriella Cilmi, "Sweet About Me": reggae-ish, laid-back and mischievous

DID YOU SAY MORE DRABBLES? No you didn't, but have another one anyway. It's spring cleaning 'round these here parts. This one I wrote for almostinstinct about a month or so ago when she was feeling a bit down, though I kind of suck at writing 'happy'. (Also, where is that Merlin/Narnia crossover, biatch?!)

Brighton
Narnia. Peter/Susan in England, years after PC, escaping to the seaside for a weekend. PGish.
( Brighton )

One imagines that if Peter ever had to read Durkheim in university and came across this particular passage, he'd get lost in thought a little bit, maybe chew the end of his pen, and he'd write Edmund a ponderous letter.

"[T]he religious life and the profane life cannot coexist in the same unit of time. It is necessary to assign determined days or periods to the first, from which all profane occupations are excluded. ... There is no religion, and, consequently, no society which has not known and practiced this division of time into two distinct parts, alternating with one another according to a law varying with the peoples and the civilizations. ... Of course, it is almost impossible that the religious life should ever succeed in concentrating itself hermetically in the places and times which are thus attributed to it; it is inevitable that a little of it should filter out. There are always some sacred things outside the sanctuaries ... [b]ut these are sacred things of the second rank and rites of a lesser importance."
-- Emile Durkheim, The Elementary Forms of the Religious Life


things edmund doesn't know, Peter&Edmund in LWW.


I'm going to bed.