[Fic] “Take Deeper Roots” - Chronicles of Narnia/Naruto
branchandroot requested: Naruto and Narnia, Sakura and Susan, the hidden sides
Sakura spends a year in Narnia. Susan watches, and does her best to help. (2,250 words)
Take Deeper Roots
Peter found the girl during a battle with the northern giants — a seeming human, if not for the hair as pink as cherry blossom, who could lift the giants’ own weapons and strike back with strength equal to theirs. When the fighting ended, she laid hands on the wounded and healed their hurts nearly as effectively as Lucy’s cordial, though more slowly and without the miraculous bypassing of pain and exhaustion. Peter knew a prime ally when he saw her, and quickly enlisted her aid in the rest of the campaign. Narnia emerged victorious with a quarter of the expected casualties, and the giants retreated back beyond the moors to trouble Narnia no more that year.
The girl — who was, in truth, older than any of the Pevensies had been at the start of their reign, strange though that was to think — gave her name as Sakura and said little of her past except that this world was not her own, and she had not traveled willingly.
"Should we expect others like you?" Edmund asked her upon the army’s return to Cair Paravel.
Sakura shook her head. “The portals aren’t meant to work like this. I’ve been transported before, but it was to a half-world, made of nothing but void and platforms. The circumstances under which that person used the ability on me this time were unique, and likely impossible to reconstruct even if someone wanted to try.”
"Never underestimate the lengths to which true friends will go to rescue one of their own," Lucy said earnestly. "But until the day they open your way home, be welcome in Narnia. Our home is yours."
Sakura pressed her hands together in front of her chest and bowed from the waist, briefly.
[Fic] “Set a Thief” - Chronicles of Narnia/Naruto, fragment
This is NOT branchandroot's mini-ficlet. It is, instead, the version that failed to work, mostly because it's not actually a response to her prompt. (Naruto and Narnia, Sakura and Susan, the hidden sides, for the record.) This could develop into a reasonable story in its own right, I suspect, but I’d need to come up with a proxy antagonist for Team 7 to fight plus some kind of action/spy plot and resolution thereof, and I don’t feel like writing a ten-thousand word fic along those lines. But here is a hint of what that story could have been if I’d worked out those problems and continued.
Summary: In the aftermath of Anvard, Edmund attempts to hire a trio of assassins to guard Susan from potential Calormene retaliation. Susan accepts their contract. (1,250 words)
Set a Thief
Victory at Anvard was a decidedly mixed blessing, particularly once Aslan had involved himself. Rabadash’s twin humiliations in love and war were difficult enough for Calormen to swallow. His curse raised the insult to levels that would, if Susan’s understanding of Calormene customs was correct, trigger automatic blood feud were it not for the obvious political difficulties.
(She did not trust her understanding anymore. If she had only thought that the Calormene rules of love might be as different from Narnian ways as the two countries’ systems of law, or styles of poetry and art — if she had slogged through Calormene romances instead of pounding the drafts of potential alliance treaties and trade agreements into her aching head — so many things might have been avoided. Aslan could keep his silence on ‘what would have happened’ all he wished. Susan could work out basic logic perfectly well on her own.)
The absence of blood feud did not, of course, mean that the Tisroc would withhold vengeance. No. It would merely take a subtler form.
Susan suspected tariffs and a revived campaign against the supposed scourge of northern piracy. Edmund, who had a somewhat bloodier and more direct turn of mind, feared assassination, and took measures accordingly: he hired assassins of his own.
[Fic] “An Alternate Solution to the Problem of Madara” - Naruto/Chronicles of Narnia
sabriel requested: Naruto | Naruto & Chronicles of Narnia | tea
Note: For unknown reasons, this ficlet insisted on happening in the world of Tides and Undertow, which goes AU from the manga right after the Rescue Gaara arc. (A brief summary of the AU is available here.) I haven’t written any of “Leaves,” the first proper sequel, but I did write Troy in Reverse, aka the opening of “Sparks” (the second sequel), wherein Team 7 kill Orochimaru and Kabuto, and then go try to do something about Akatsuki. This ficlet is set a couple days after that fight.
Susan requires less explanation, but it’s probably best to be on the safe side. So! She is post-TLB, and has dug up the green and yellow rings to go traveling between worlds now that she’s lost her ties to England. The bow is not her Gift, just something she picked up along the way.
Summary: The wilds of Sound Country are the next best thing to the middle of nowhere. Travelers are few and far between. Unexpected meetings are thus narratively inevitable. (1,450 words)
An Alternate Solution to the Problem of Madara
"So you’re saying there’s like, a thousand worlds out there, and you can travel between them?" Naruto asked, wanting to be very sure he hadn’t misunderstood the foreign woman who’d appeared in the middle of his team’s campsite without any detectable trace of a ninjutsu technique. They’d trashed Hidden Sound almost as thoroughly as they’d trashed its master, but who knew how many minions Orochimaru might have had, and how many might want to avenge his death? He wasn’t getting any crazy-evil vibes off this lady, though, and she sure didn’t look like she came from anywhere in the elemental countries.
And wouldn’t it be cool if her story were true?
The woman shrugged, or at least as much as Sakura’s binding jutsu and the tree she was tied to allowed. “I don’t know if it’s possible to count the number of worlds. Some are always being born, just as others are dying. But yes, I have a tool that lets me reach the place between worlds, and from there — if you have the strength of will — you can go anywhere.”
[Fic] “Career Advice” - Harry Potter
lady_songsmith requested: HP, Bill Weasley, “You want to work with goblins?”
Bill Weasley didn’t pay much attention to goblins until his fifth year at Hogwarts. (875 words)
"You want to work with goblins?" Professor McGonagall asked, her face and voice practically the dictionary definition of dubious.
Bill scratched his ear, confused at this response to his life goals. “No, I want to work with curses,” he repeated. “But Gringotts has the best curse-breaking department in the world. It’d be daft not to apply there.” He frowned. “Is there something wrong with working for goblins? They pay all right, don’t they? They must do — nobody’d work for them otherwise, and I know they have wizards and witches on staff — I asked, this summer when Mum took us to Diagon Alley for school supplies.”
"Of course there’s nothing wrong in a Gringotts position," Professor McGonagall said. "I was simply surprised. It’s not a career track many people aim for, particularly not with the bad blood remaining from the various Goblin Rebellions. But back to curse-breaking. You’ll need a solid background in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, which I note you had the foresight to choose as electives in your third year. NEWTS in Defense, Charms, and Potions are also advisable, and while it’s a touch late to add Care of Magical Creatures to your schedule, you should brush up on the more dangerous beasts and their byproducts."
"I’ll ask Charlie if I run into any trouble there," Bill said with a grin.
Professor McGonagall allowed herself a brief smile in return. “I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to tutor you instead of the other way around. Now, do you have any further questions?”
Bill shook his head.
But later that afternoon, he found himself wondering why the professor had looked so surprised — almost disapproving — when he mentioned Gringotts. Obviously goblins weren’t the same as humans. They had their own magic and culture, even if nobody seemed to know much about it — or at least Bill didn’t remember Binns saying anything on the subject. And while Binns being useless was business as usual, Bill didn’t think the History textbook said much about goblins either. Which was weird, come to think of it. When she wrote about wars between wizards, or elections, or famous prophecies and the development of new spells, Bathilda Bagshot was careful to cover both sides of every issue in at least moderate detail. But when she reached any one of the various Goblin Rebellions, it was just dates and battles and maybe a paragraph to mention that a peace treaty got signed, without saying what the terms were.
Bill knew something fishy when he smelled it.
He thought about going to the library to hunt for answers, but he was tired and the sofa in the common room was incredibly comfortable, even if Charlie had claimed the other end so Bill had to scrunch up a bit instead of stretching out. Getting up and trudging through the castle sounded like too much work. Besides, he’d just told Professor McGonagall he’d ask Charlie for help with magical creatures, and that could technically include beings as well as beasts, right?
Bill unbent his leg and kicked his little brother, who was grimacing his way through his Divination textbook. “Hey, Charlie. Are goblins on the curriculum in Care of Magical Creatures?”
Charlie gave him an are-you-loony look. “No.”
"Not even at NEWT level? I know you’ve been reading ahead and talking to Kettleburn."
"Goblins aren’t beasts, they’re beings," Charlie said. "Obviously. You can’t lump them together with puffskeins and dragons and ashwinders and stuff."
"—asked to be reclassified. Same for the merpeople. Goblins don’t give up anything, ever — they aren’t about to give up any rights just to be sniffy. They’re always after more rights, aren’t they? That’s bound to be why they keep rebelling. Don’t like humans looking down on them.”
"Huh," Bill said. "I never thought of that." Really, though, what kind of being would like being looked down on? He didn’t like it when people got sniffy about his family being poor, and the Slytherins obviously didn’t like it when people acted as if they were all miniature Death Eaters in training.
Charlie shrugged. “It stands to reason, that’s all. Hey, I’m supposed to be keeping a dream journal but I don’t remember anything I dreamed this week. D’you think Trelawney would notice if I just made up a bunch of shite?”
"Probably not," Bill said. "But don’t tell Mum."
Charlie stuck his tongue out at Bill. “Not stupid, thanks. Anyway, if you want to know about goblins, why not go to the library and look them up? There’s bound to be some book somewhere that’s not just dates and battles.”
Bill dropped a hand over his eyes and groaned theatrically. “Ugh. Research.”
"Ah, shut it, you know you’re a giant swot," Charlie said. "Now get over here and help me come up with some nonsense that I can pretend to interpret."
"You’re as bad as Mum, I swear," Bill said. "Do this, do that, never a please or thank you. See if I ever do you any favors when I’ve got rich finding treasure for a bunch of goblins." He kicked idly at Charlie’s leg and grinned when Charlie narrowed his eyes.
Charlie set his ink and parchment carefully on the end table and knocked his brother off the sofa.
End of Fic
Man, that ficlet just did not want to end — not in the sense of “It wanted to be an epic!” but in the sense of “What the hell am I supposed to do for a final line?!” I’m still not thrilled with it, but I am tired of fighting what is supposed to be a quick and fun exercise. So here you go, lady_songsmith, and I’m sorry the ending kind of peters out like that.
Anonymous asked: Dave and Terezi- "That should /not/ be sexy."
This might be a good point to mention that I tend to write long, yeah? For me, a minimum of 100 words can mean anything from a double drabble to, well, something twice as long as this ficlet. (Which is 1,375 words, for the record. Oops.)
Film Noir, Alternian Style
Dave stared as one of the gang responsible for the string of high-profile blackmail schemes in the Fleet’s sector command ships stormed into the scene and forced herself between the two legislacerators. Their teeth actually ripped out of each other’s lips as the new arrival shoved them bodily apart.
Beside him, Terezi’s breath caught in her throat. She leaned forward, tongue darting out to better taste the scene playing out on their newly alchemized private movie screen. Which, okay, Dave was not into bloodplay, but after Karkat’s rants he was at least down with the concept that trolls liked hatesex as much as cuddly shit… so why was his best girl happy to see someone breaking up the action?
He nudged her ankle with the toe of his shoe, then kicked a little harder when she didn’t seem to notice. “Hey, I thought you said this was a morally ambiguous crime flick with a heavy romantic subplot. What’s with the cock-blocking?”
"Shush, Dave, don’t interrupt."
[Meme] Mini comment ficlets (you request it, I write it)
I didn’t get any writing done on Tuesday (boo!) but I went to bed around 10:30pm and slept until 11am (with one half-hour break to read a couple chapters of background research for Yuletide when I woke at 3am), so I figure I will excuse myself on the grounds of obvious exhaustion. And today I wrote about 500 words, which is pretty good for me, so eh, it averages out.
Speaking of writing, I am bored and kind of “meh” about most of my current projects, so…
Let’s try an experiment! Send me an ask with one to three characters, a fandom (or two fandoms; I’m game for crossovers), and some kind of additional prompt — a line of dialogue, a scenario, a mood, whatever — and I will write you a ficlet of at least 100 words.
It does have to be a fandom I know and have written in, mind you. You can check my master fiction list if you’re unsure whether any given fandom is available. I am also game to write ficlets for any of my original stories and settings, but since I haven’t written any original fiction to speak of for several years, I suspect there won’t be much interest. *wry*
(FYI, my internet access is limited, since I work retail and don’t have a laptop to mooch wireless like some of my coworkers do on their lunch breaks. My Tumblr access is even more limited since I cannot use the mobile site on my phone anymore — it refuses to log me in — and when I tried to download the Tumblr app, it crashed my phone. Twice. So I won’t be able to see any comments until I’m home. However! I CAN see asks via email, so if you leave a prompt that way I might be able to get some writing done in the evening if work is slow, though obviously I won’t be able to post anything until later.)
othercat2 asked: After you receive this, you must share 5 random facts about yourself and then copy and send to your ten fave followers (・ω・) <33
I am bad at the chain aspect of memes, so I’ll just share random facts and if anyone wants to follow suit, please feel free to consider yourself tagged. *shrug*
1. When I was in first grade, my class did a project where each student collected 100 copies of a single item. Any item we wanted. It could be 100 socks, 100 photographs, 100 kazoos, whatever. The due date happened to be the day before my birthday, so I (or technically, my parents) bought 100 little birthday candles. And then we had a snow day, so the due date got moved to my actual birthday and I was SO PLEASED by that.
2. Relatedly, my teacher’s husband brought in 100 paperclips as part of that project. He had them strung in chains of ten and hung from a little spinning doohickey that I think was meant to dry nylon stockings. I thought that was incredibly cool, and from high school onward I have amassed a collection of, currently, 846 paperclips. I string them in chains of 10 and hang them from keyrings, 25 chains to a ring; the rings themselves are nailed to the side of one of my bookcases. The trick is that I cannot buy the paperclips. They must be “found” items: things I pick up off the floor or the sidewalk or desks in public computer labs… which is why I only have 846 after doing this for over 15 years.
3. When my computer is in one of its “I will bluescreen every time you try to wake me from sleep!!!” periods — which it still has, and which I still fix with percussive maintenance (by which I mean I lift the CPU several inches off the ground and drop it. no, really. AND IT WORKS, which is how I know the problem is a hardware thing, not a software issue), I play solitaire while waiting for it to reboot.
4. I first alphabetized my fiction collection when I was seven years old. (Look, my mom is a librarian. I think it’s at least partially genetic.)
5. I currently own six spider plants. (I have a lot of other houseplants too, but here and now we’re talking spider plants.) Two of them I got from my mom, one from my sister, and the other three are the descendants of babies snipped from now-deceased spider plants of my own… but they all trace back in a direct line to a pair of teeny baby spider plants my sister and I received from one of my mom’s colleagues when I was eight years old. Spider plants are FOREVER. *grin*
Shortly before I dropped out of college for mental health reasons, I had four spider plants, which I named Strawberry, Herring, San-san, and Ankh. You see, I had taken an intro to karate class to fulfill my phys. ed. requirement, this required learning to count to ten in Japanese, and I have never claimed to have a good sense of humor. (Ichi -> Ichigo -> Strawberry. Ni -> Knights Who Say Ni -> Herring. San-san -> self-explanatory. Shi -> Death -> Sandman -> Ankh.) They all got infested by a weird scaly parasite — little circular brown dots in varying densities — that caused their leaves to weep clear sticky fluid and eventually killed them. I was able to save uninfected baby spider plants from Herring and San-san, which are the ancestors of three of my current spider plants, but Strawberry and Ankh died childless. (No, wait, I lie; I cut two babies off one of them a few years earlier and gave them to someone else as a birthday present, because I’m a cheapskate.)
For those who are curious, yes, I do name all my houseplants. I don’t remember exactly when I started doing that, but it amuses me too much to stop. (The weird looks I get when I tell people I name my houseplants are also amusing.) My current spider plants are Nefertiti, Euryale, HayJay (short for Herring Jr.), Castor (acquired from Vicky; Pollux died, alas!), Damocles, and Babylon. The latter two are in hanging pots, because see above in re: questionable sense of humor. *wry*