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Sigh. I wrote a short fic.

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Summary:

It’s not a bad thing to be a bad seed of a bad plant.

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Final chapter!

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I finished that Wizards of Waverly place fic that I’ve had in my wip folder for ages. I can finally move on. 

The prologue is up.

Title: The Murder of Max Russo

Summary: Max dies. Max is brought back. Nothing is okay. / A spell shatters the Russo family.

FF.net, AO3

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So, I wrote a short coda for one of the Wizards of Waverly Place episodes after re-watching some stuff in an effort to finish a longer wowp wip I have. Apparently it’s been two years since I posted anything new. Oops

Revolutionaries die young by interpret_who (Blizdal)

Summary: Stevie’s brother wakes up (that’s when the nightmare starts). Coda to S03E15 - The Good, the Bad, and the Alex.

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I am not writing this fic, but if I did I would probably call it Sleeping Giants.

So, have a Guardians of the Galaxy/Eternals snippet which will probably never be turned into a longer fic.

Somewhere, everywhere, under his feet, in earth’s womb, a giant is sleeping. Growing steadily, with each new life created. Ikaris sinks his hands into the grass, touches the soil, to see if he can feel him somewhere, and he does, he does, even though he is only a soldier, a servant, not meant to feel the divine, just live and kill for it. Ultimately die for it, just to be reborn.

He meets a child one day, in Missouri, with human skin and star-born soul, oblivious and small and fragile, yet seeming as big as Arishem to Ikaris’s eyes. He watches as his mother hobbles over painfully to collect him, a scarf hiding her bald head, and he doesn’t feel sorrow for her fading life. They will all die soon anyway. Maybe even before the cancer takes her. It might even be a mercy.

“Thank you for bringing Peter back to me,” she says, tired and grateful, “he likes to wander away.”

“No problem,” he responds, gently, for there is no reason to be cruel.

She gives him a small smile and ushers her son away. He watches them go. The boy turns back at one point and waves at him and Ikaris doesn’t understand how this child is possible. He wonders, fleetingly, if his younger brother would take his life as well when he Emerges.

He could look into it, should probably, but he doesn’t. There’s no point.

There’s no point.

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Next chapter is up. Only one more to go :D

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Fairy tale

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 ficlet. Under the cut because of spoilers. 

Summary: One day, he looks into a mirror, sees a grey hair and feels only relief. 

Peter thinks of his father sometimes. (In all his travels, he has never met a being more alien than his own damn father.)

He remembers Ego’s words on immortality. He looks around himself, at his team, his family, and thinks that it is a good thing that the Light is gone and he is mortal. He doesn’t want to remain young while they grow old and die.

(One day, he looks into a mirror, sees a grey hair and feels only relief.)

When age spots appear on his hands his teammates are alarmed. Apparently it’s a Terran thing, because he remembers his grandfather having them. He asked about it once, and was told it has something to do with age. He welcomes them with a sort of grateful wonder.

They grow old together (not Groot. He grows up, but doesn’t age like they do. His species is a long lived one.) They start healing slower when they get hurt and Peter meets Groot’s eyes and sees sadness, the awful knowledge that Groot will remain alone when they are gone.

(When Peter looks away, Groot looks even sadder. He looks sadder.)

The age slows their bodies down, but experience matters. They adapt, they continue saving the galaxy like the badasses they are.

Rocket is the first to go, then Gamora, then Drax. It is sad, but their friends have lived long, fulfilled lives. And grief doesn’t relinquish a person easily, but it’s- Drax had laughed, a full bodied laugh, right before he died. He was not afraid, just curious, and strangely delighted.

After Drax’s funeral they go home. Peter wishes Groot a good night and goes to sleep. It takes him awhile to get to his bedroom. He counts every torturously slow step as a victory. His knees twinge when he sits down on the bed. He puts his cane next to the nightstand and slowly lowers himself down. His back always hurts. Medicine can only help so much. He feels too tired to change, so he just covers himself with a blanket and turns on his side, trying to find a comfortable position. He will wake up in a lot of pain, he knows. He wishes he could wake up and not hurt.

He wakes up and doesn’t hurt.

It is wonderful and strange and wrong. Alarm bells go off in his mind and he jumps out of bed (oh God, he jumps), and runs (God, no) to the bathroom and the mirror lies (it must it must it must) for he looks as old as he did when he met Ego.

Peter wished he could grow old, and he did. He wished not to be in pain, and he was not. His father created an entire planet around himself, what are a few wrinkles compared to that?

Ego’s light may not be alive anymore, but Peter’s is.

(One does not simply stop being a Celestial (or half) just because one’s father dies.)

He wishes for his family to be alive. (They are not.)

It takes him a long time to leave the bathroom.

When he sees Groot, he wishes him a good morning in a choked voice and Groot looks at him, solemn and unsurprised.

“I am Groot,” he says, “I am Groot.”

“Me too.” Peter answers. Groot grows a branch towards him, and around him, and pulls him close, into an embrace. Peter remembers Groot when he was a baby, still in his pot; remembers the tiny, adorable, vicious child and the sullen teenager; remembers the moment he realized that Groot was not a child anymore and when he went on his first job alone.

(He realizes that he will live long enough to see Groot die as well.)

He remembers infinity, seen through his father’s eyes. It had no age spots.

He looks down at his hands. They are unmarked.

He tenses, and Groot tightens his arm around him and whispers, gently, so unbearably gently, “I am Groot. I am Groot.”

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Posted a new fic, in a new fandom!

Fandom: Dark Matter

Raza 1-12 by interpret_who (Blizdal)

Summary: The Raza are not aliens, it's just a ship whose insides are crawling with bad people. AU after Season 1.

AO3, FF.net.

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Art for my Star Wars fic How to start a war. For a scene in Chapter 3.

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Posted a new fic!

Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (mix of book-verse and movie-verse)

The Dark Stable by interpret_who (Blizdal)

Summary: Swords are made from metal for a reason; metal can’t grow resentment in its bones / Faith can be found. Faith can be lost.

Characters: Peter Pevensie and Aslan as main characters, but all the siblings are there, because I can’t write Narnia fic without all the Pevensie siblings.

AO3, FF.net.

[kzesl]

Finally posted a fic I’ve been working on for a long time.

Fandom: Wizards of Waverly Place

Wizards vs. Justin Russo by  interpret_who (Blizdal)

Summary: Wizards vs. Angels AU in which Justin stays evil a little bit longer. It’s funny until it’s not.

AO3, FF.net.

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2017 booklist

No. 13-15

First three books in the Alex Rider series by Anthony Horowitz.

The author does seem to really like to use the word colourless to describe someone’s appearance (hair or face). It’s not really a big deal, just a small annoyance. I probably would not have noticed that if I hadn’t read the books in a quick succession.   

I liked them. Alex does seem to do a lot of incredible things, but it’s not like the books were meant to be realistic. I like Alex. He is a smartass adrenaline junkie who is too curious for his own good. He is also, unexpectedly, quite wise in some ways. And ruthless, which is not something one expects from a fourteen year old boy.

Ian Rider’s death is a turning point in Alex’s life. It leads to him becoming a spy and having wild, dangerous adventures. I keep expecting grief to hit him, and hit him hard. Some of his reaction to his uncle’s death was shown in the books, but it’s...muted? That’s the best word I can think of to describe it. I don’t know if that was intentional and there will be something more in the later books, or if the author simply didn’t want to focus on that.

That being said, I want to read a fic (or even better, fics) with a certain scenario. I want a fic where Ian Rider survives. I don’t want him to be on a super secret mission somewhere, or anything like that. I don’t want him to have left Alex alone intentionally. Maybe he is in a coma that the MI6 didn’t think he would wake up from so they thought it would be easier to just say he was dead. 

But Alex and Ian are cut from the same cloth. Beating the odds is in their blood. 

Ian wakes up and all hell breaks lose. Because although Ian is, biologically, Alex’s uncle let’s not forget that he has raised that boy since he was a baby. He’s the kid’s father. The fact that he was away a lot, working, doesn’t change that. The fact that neither of them has ever used that word doesn't change that. (There are many ways to say dad. Not all of them start with a d, not all of them start with an f.). Mrs. Jones may think he had raised Alex to be a spy, but for all we know he could have just wanted to teach Alex those skills just in case he ends up needing them. For all we know he could have preferred Alex to be an accountant or a doctor or anything, really. The point is, they used his kid. I want protective badass spy Ian Rider being furious that his bosses put Alex in harm’s way.    

I want him to come back, all wrath, vengeance and protectiveness. I want Alex to not be alone. I want him to have support and help and not to be surrounded by people who don’t care what happens to him, who only want to manipulate him and use him. I want someone firmly in his corner. 

I want Alex to come back home and find Ian there, standing on shaky legs, pale and weak but alive. I want him to stare uncomprehendingly for a moment and then strangle a sob and fly into his arms, almost knocking them both down.

I want them to clutch at one another and cry, in relief and happiness. (I want Alex to choke out Ian, and mean something else. One of the most heartbreaking things about Alex is that he is convinced that he has lost an uncle and doesn’t seem to realize that he has lost a father.) I want them to get better and to get to know one another again, now that the spy secret is out. 

And then. Then I want them to raise hell.

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New fic is up!

Summary:

There is a world in which Obi-Wan Kenobi starts Falling, and doesn’t notice. Luckily, Falling is a process. It takes a while before you hit rock bottom.