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Multiverse and Milliways Fic by Vivien
This page includes fic from a variety of fandoms, many of which were written for challenges.
I also have a ton of writing from Milliways Bar, a pan-fandom RPG of which I've been a part
since July 2004.
Lord of the Rings
Thamiris's All-Fandom, Cross-Fandom 48-Hour Color Drabble/Short Story Challenge:
Dream of Green and Home (LotR, G, Merry POV)
Marigold's Hobbit Challenge: Write a story in which a character finds something.
Last Ride to Bree (LotR, G)
Esmeralda and Saradoc Brandybuck and Paladin Took search for clues
regarding their sons' disappearances from the Shire on one last ride to Bree.
Pirates of the Caribbean
Latcvi's Isn't Iconic Challenge
A Different Pirate Story (PotC, Elizabeth/Will, Elizabeth/Jack, PG)
Stephen King Universe
Ebb and Flow, R
Ben/Beverly from It
Written for Yuletide Treasure 2006
Panfandom Crossover Madness
Millirific: Stories from Milliways
Um, unless you play there, you'll like have no clue. These drabbles and ficlets are gathered here
pretty much for my convenience, and involve the crossover madness of Harry Potter-verse and Neverwhere, amongst
others, featuring my character, a young Tom Riddle who got a second chance.
Chronicles of Narnia Drabbles by Prompt
A present-day Susan Pevensie meets Aslan again
Write me Narnia fic, the Pevensies as royalty, focused on Lucy.
I'm sure Aslan visited Narnia again sometime while the Pevensies were ruling. I want to see a bit of one of his visits.
A present-day Susan Pevensie meets Aslan again.
Susan stood before the great lion, staring down at the floor. Her legs were wobbly, making her sway somewhat in her stylish pumps. Her cheeks were splotched with color. She stood there, ashamed and angry, a Daughter of Eve swathed in Chanel No. 5 and sin.
"Look up, child," said Aslan, his voice deep and resounding yet not loud by any definition of the word.
She slowly looked up, expecting to see disappointment, disapproval, even disgust in the proud face before her. A tear rolled down her cheek. All she saw was a deep, unconditional love.
Write me Narnia fic, the Pevensies as royalty, focused on Lucy.
Lucy fidgeted as she sat on her throne. Her underskirt was terribly scratchy, which didn't feel at all good against the scrape on her knee. She'd much rather be climbing a tree than waiting here with her royal siblings to greet the Governor from the Lone Islands. He was bringing his son with him, no doubt to add him to the long list of Queen Susan's suitors.
She rolled her eyes in impatience. She'd hoped to spar with Orius and Callan this afternoon, but she'd more likely spend the rest of the day inside whilst Peter and Edmund talked policy and the Governor's son made cow eyes at Susan.
Susan glanced at her mid-fidget and gave her a loving smile. Lucy smiled back, sincerely, but oh, how she wanted to be away from here.
Finally, the Governor arrived, and sure enough, there was the son. He wasn't bad looking for all that, but Lucy knew his eyes would seek out Susan's immediately, as if Lucy were part of the furnishings, and then- And then, she noticed his eyes were seeking out hers instead.
She sat up straighter. Susan leaned over and whispered with a giggle, "Looks like I'll get to go climb the tree for a change."
I'm sure Aslan visited Narnia again sometime while the Pevensies were ruling. I want to see a bit of one of his visits.
The battle was days over and Rabadash vanquished, returned in donkey-form to his homeland by Aslan himself. Yet Susan still awoke each morning, shaking from nightmares of what might have been.
When she was not in her rooms, which was the majority of the time, she was alone with her horse on the beach below Cair Paravel. She would ride until she found a suitable place to sit and stare out into the sparkling sea.
It was in such a place that the High King found her. He said nothing as he approached, but merely held an arm out to her; the other was in a sling.
"Peter," she cried, rising. Carefully, she threw her arms around his neck. "Thou art back! But, oh, brother, thy arm." She stepped back, but held onto his good arm, for she was loathe to let go.
"I returned but an hour ago," he said, taking her hand. "From what I understand, your grace has been dealt a great hurt, as well."
"I cry thy mercy and pardon, fair brother," she whispered, her eyes downcast. "I have been most foolish. Nearly did I lead us all into great peril."
"Nay, my lady, nay," he said, kissing her brow. "Thou didst follow thy heart, and there is no fault in that."
She bit her lip. "I feel like a fool, and- and I may never marry, by thy leave."
"Sister, let's leave that worry for another day," he said, gravely, for his leave would be freely given - he dreaded the day his brother and sisters would marry and leave. "Ed told me Aslan was here. Did you see him?"
"No," she said. "I wasn't in the battle, and I stayed in the castle after." She broke away from him, facing the shining sea.
"I'm sorry I missed him. I could use his advice." Peter sat upon a nearby boulder, running his fingers tiredly through his hair.
"Do things not go well? Forgive me, yet again, for not asking," she said, hastily wiping away the tears from her eyes.
"It went as well as could be expected. I grow weary of battles, Susan."
She walked back to him and rested a hand on his good shoulder. "We are both of us weary, then."
"Then look up, my children, and you shall find respite," came a warm, familiar voice from down the beach.
Susan and Peter glanced at each other in surprise and delight. They turned as one to face Aslan, and, indeed, the weariness and hurt was soon lifted from them.