The Abandoned Island for starbrowsings

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Title: The Abandoned Island
Author: october_26 / DW: hyrdrangea
Recipient: starbrowsings
Rating: PG
Content/Warnings: None
Summary: When Lucy finds a skull on a seemingly abandoned island, a decision from the Golden Age comes back to haunt them and things begin to change.
Author's Notes: Thanks to J for the beta!

( The Abandoned Island... )

Original Prompt that we sent you: Any permutation or combination of the following:

Possible ships: Lucy/Caspian, Aravis/Cor, Jill/anybody, Lucy/Male OC, Lucy/Tumnus, Lucy/Edmund (if you're up for Pevencest), open to others too. Lucian is the ship o' my heart so anything you do with them would be awesome, but I'd love to see Caspian in Spare Oom or the two of them going on a quest together.

Steampunk AU, either in England or Narnia. (Apocalyptic Winter, mechanical lion, airship battles, that kind of thing)

Swanwhite II (let's assume she existed, year 1502 on Lewis's timeline): who was she and what did she do? Was Narnia at peace or war then? Were there any signs of future Telmarine invasion? Did she rename herself after the first Swanwhite for symbolic power?

Mrs. Le Fay from Magician's Nephew is Morgan le Fay (or an incarnation/descendent) and fakes her death to get rid of Andrew; she has bigger game to catch - Digory and/or Polly. Perhaps even Jadis is one of her former students. Feel free to borrow from Lewis's Le Fay Fragment for this one (the plot is online, the manuscript itself is in Walter Hooper's Past Watchful Dragons)

Gary Stu falls into Narnia, what happens next? Put all your brilliant satire skills to work! (Bonus points if there's somehow real romance!)

For the brave of heart: SMUT! I would so totally thrilled with anything your heart may desire to write. Het, slash, multi, OC, Pevencest, Human-on-Narnian, etc. It can be as oblique or explicit as you like, but I'm all about the senses and emotions.


Prompt words/objects/quotes/whatever:

"It would be far truer to say that fairy land arouses a longing for he knows not what. It stirs and troubles him with the dim sense of something beyond his reach and, far from dulling or emptying the actual world, gives it a new dimension of depth. He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods: the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted." -C.S. Lewis, On Three Ways of Writing for Children

"Call us what you will, we are made such by love." -John Donne

"Inexorably Joy proclaimed, ëYou want ó I myself am your want of ó something other, outside, not you nor any state of you.' I did not yet ask, Who is the desired? Only What is it? But this brought me already into the region of awe, for I thus understood that in deepest solitude there is a road right out of the self, a commerce with something which, by refusing to identify itself with any object of the senses, or anything whereof we have biological or social need, or anything imagined, or any state of our own minds, proclaims itself sheerly objective. Far more objective than bodies, for it is not, like them, clothed in our senses; the naked Other, imageless (though our imagination salutes it with a hundred images), unknown, undefined, desired." C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy