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last_havenThe 3 Sentence Ficathon is back and so am I. I've been writing quite a lot, so I've decided to start posting some here. I'm going to put just my Narnia fills in this post because, well, that seems to be the majority of what I've written so far--I'll post other fanom fills on a separate post.
First off, the prompt was for "Susan Pevensie; there’s no problem with Susan". Second one, the prompt was "Rilian, patricide". Third prompt was "any, rambunctious kittens". Fourth was "any, dark and dangerous times". The next prompt was "any, when I left my home/ when I left my throne". The sixth was "Any, sea otters versus river otters". The seventh was "Any, the fluffiest of fluffy tails". The next was "any, planting seeds in a garden you never get to see". The ninth was "Edmund, dealing with a Spare Oom pet cat like he did with Talking Cats".
If you were to ask Susan Pevensie what her problem was, she'd tell you point blank that she didn't have one. Not to say she never had her troubles, but Susan--unlike some people--knew how to pick her battles, when to let a lost thing go, and how to pick herself back up again. Susan knew when she wasn't wanted and when to leave something that only caused her pain.
Susan was a realist and if that was a considered a problem, well, it was one she was glad to have.
He would move mountains, pebble by pebble, if his Lady asked; he'd pluck every songbird out of heaven if she wanted to use their blood to paint her toe nails.
Hacking down one old man is hardly a challenge, especially once the man opens his arms at the sight of him and falls to his knees before him.
A knight allows obeys his lady's request, even when his eyes weep for no reason he can remember as he does it.
Susan smiles beatifically at Jewel while Lucy winces next to her. This is Jewel's first batch of kittens and she is immensely proud of her four little ones, each one bright eyed and downy coated. "They're beautiful," Susan says, completely straight faced as one little calico nearly rips her thumb open with his needle claws.
"The queen is dead! Long live the queen!"
Jadis hears the mourning cries for Swanwhite, the last Narnian queen, smirks to herself, and makes her move, winter's first frost following in her wake as she moves to the castle.
It's arguable who takes their unintentional exit from Narnia hardest, but it's actually Edmund who regrets the hunt the most. He was the reason they were out on hunt in the first place--maybe Lucy mentioned the rumor of the White Stag being near first, maybe it was Peter who cajoled them into going, but it was all for his benefit.
Now all he can do is sit and stare down at the engagement ring that somehow stayed in his pocket when he fell out of the wardrobe, think of the one he left in a home far from reach, and try not to vomit from his knotting stomach once more.
"You might be fluffier, but we are obviously much more handsome," the lead debater from the river otters declared, but before Lucy could scold him for saying something so mean, the sea otter leader held up one--admittedly super adorable--paw.
"That may or may not be true, but-" there was a startled gasp from the others as she suddenly produced a rock from the folds in her fur, "can you do this?"
Lucy sat back, impressed, and whispered "sea otters have pockets-!"
After the war, the wolves do not have the best of reputations in Narnia, and Lucy is the first to shout how it just isn't right. Susan is the one to suggest a sort of rehabilitation campaign to raise their reputations.
Admittedly, contests on who has the softest coat or who makes the best pillow isn't exactly what the wolves were hoping for, but better to be known as cuddly than murderous. Lucy, as the head judge, is pretty satisfied either way as she curls up against a she-wolf's side and cuddles with a pup as it falls asleep in her arms.
Their legacies remain not just as some trinkets--a sword, a horn, a misplaced chess piece--or as legends, but as things they never really would have considered. Susan's favorite courtly hairstyle is still called The Queen's Knot; one of the Telmarine ladies tried to get haughty about her wearing such an "old fashioned" hairstyle before realized she was talking to it's inventor and quickly shut her gob. There is a flower still called Lucy's Laugh that the royal gardener cultivated in her honor for her sixteenth birthday.
The greatest of their legacies, however, is the Pevensie's House, now called the Peven's Way House, the oldest orphanage in Narnia that Edmund founded one year before they vanished.
Sometimes, you may never get to see the seeds you planted grow, but sometimes, you just might.
It's not that Narnia didn't have Dumb Cats, it's just that even the mute ones seemed to have a higher intelligence than they did back in England. If you could talk to them in a reasonable, no-nonsense voice they seemed to get the picture fast enough to get out of your way.
So, when his new roommates found him trying to convince the local mouser to get off his research paper, he only felt half foolish when he said "this used to work just fine on the cats at home."
First off, the prompt was for "Susan Pevensie; there’s no problem with Susan". Second one, the prompt was "Rilian, patricide". Third prompt was "any, rambunctious kittens". Fourth was "any, dark and dangerous times". The next prompt was "any, when I left my home/ when I left my throne". The sixth was "Any, sea otters versus river otters". The seventh was "Any, the fluffiest of fluffy tails". The next was "any, planting seeds in a garden you never get to see". The ninth was "Edmund, dealing with a Spare Oom pet cat like he did with Talking Cats".
If you were to ask Susan Pevensie what her problem was, she'd tell you point blank that she didn't have one. Not to say she never had her troubles, but Susan--unlike some people--knew how to pick her battles, when to let a lost thing go, and how to pick herself back up again. Susan knew when she wasn't wanted and when to leave something that only caused her pain.
Susan was a realist and if that was a considered a problem, well, it was one she was glad to have.
He would move mountains, pebble by pebble, if his Lady asked; he'd pluck every songbird out of heaven if she wanted to use their blood to paint her toe nails.
Hacking down one old man is hardly a challenge, especially once the man opens his arms at the sight of him and falls to his knees before him.
A knight allows obeys his lady's request, even when his eyes weep for no reason he can remember as he does it.
Susan smiles beatifically at Jewel while Lucy winces next to her. This is Jewel's first batch of kittens and she is immensely proud of her four little ones, each one bright eyed and downy coated. "They're beautiful," Susan says, completely straight faced as one little calico nearly rips her thumb open with his needle claws.
"The queen is dead! Long live the queen!"
Jadis hears the mourning cries for Swanwhite, the last Narnian queen, smirks to herself, and makes her move, winter's first frost following in her wake as she moves to the castle.
It's arguable who takes their unintentional exit from Narnia hardest, but it's actually Edmund who regrets the hunt the most. He was the reason they were out on hunt in the first place--maybe Lucy mentioned the rumor of the White Stag being near first, maybe it was Peter who cajoled them into going, but it was all for his benefit.
Now all he can do is sit and stare down at the engagement ring that somehow stayed in his pocket when he fell out of the wardrobe, think of the one he left in a home far from reach, and try not to vomit from his knotting stomach once more.
"You might be fluffier, but we are obviously much more handsome," the lead debater from the river otters declared, but before Lucy could scold him for saying something so mean, the sea otter leader held up one--admittedly super adorable--paw.
"That may or may not be true, but-" there was a startled gasp from the others as she suddenly produced a rock from the folds in her fur, "can you do this?"
Lucy sat back, impressed, and whispered "sea otters have pockets-!"
After the war, the wolves do not have the best of reputations in Narnia, and Lucy is the first to shout how it just isn't right. Susan is the one to suggest a sort of rehabilitation campaign to raise their reputations.
Admittedly, contests on who has the softest coat or who makes the best pillow isn't exactly what the wolves were hoping for, but better to be known as cuddly than murderous. Lucy, as the head judge, is pretty satisfied either way as she curls up against a she-wolf's side and cuddles with a pup as it falls asleep in her arms.
Their legacies remain not just as some trinkets--a sword, a horn, a misplaced chess piece--or as legends, but as things they never really would have considered. Susan's favorite courtly hairstyle is still called The Queen's Knot; one of the Telmarine ladies tried to get haughty about her wearing such an "old fashioned" hairstyle before realized she was talking to it's inventor and quickly shut her gob. There is a flower still called Lucy's Laugh that the royal gardener cultivated in her honor for her sixteenth birthday.
The greatest of their legacies, however, is the Pevensie's House, now called the Peven's Way House, the oldest orphanage in Narnia that Edmund founded one year before they vanished.
Sometimes, you may never get to see the seeds you planted grow, but sometimes, you just might.
It's not that Narnia didn't have Dumb Cats, it's just that even the mute ones seemed to have a higher intelligence than they did back in England. If you could talk to them in a reasonable, no-nonsense voice they seemed to get the picture fast enough to get out of your way.
So, when his new roommates found him trying to convince the local mouser to get off his research paper, he only felt half foolish when he said "this used to work just fine on the cats at home."
