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3 Sentence Ficathon Narnia Fills
I didn't think I'd done that much for 3SF but once I added it up, there were a few. I definitely moved beyond my usual comfort zone, too.
Narnia Fic, including some rthverse
ailavyn_siniyash Rthverse Narnia, Colonel Walker-Smythe, and now what is he writing?
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For tiny_white_hats
"Do you think we'll ever be able to love again?" Lucy asks because she aches, as Edmund does, for the spouse left behind and dead over a thousand years ago.
"I don't know, Lu, but at least we don't stick out any more," Edmund replies, and they don't, for England after the war is a land of very young widows and widowers.
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vialethe :
The fuzzy end of the lollipop-swearing off sax players
starbrow : Narnia, Aravis/Peridan, he likes an adventurous womanSometimes, it pains so much, Peridan has to leave the Anvard court, on any flimsy excuse he can contrive. None of these other pale, doughy Northerners understand but Peridan, who has Calormene heat and sand in his veins, sees the shrinking of Aravis of Calavar all too plainly. The cold of Archenland saps the colour from vibrant Southern blooms, banks the fire of swift desert horses, and smothers Tarkheenas in a gray, leaden shroud.
starbrow : Indiana Jones/Narnia, Marcus Brody and Eustace, ancient artifacts
They stood there looking at the figure before them.
"See, I told you that this works just as well as your candlestick. Magnificent"(filled by ficloverbookreader)
and then I added,
Dawn likes the feel of strong steel in her hands and is surprised at other Watcher's choice of weapon.
With remarkable vigour for a woman of her age, Lucy firmly grips the stake in her deeply veined hand and demonstrates for the Potentials the proper stabbing technique on the training dummy.
"My first weapon was a knife," Lucy says, "and I never really outgrew the preference."
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vialethe
Narnia, Edmund (+/any), I would trade you my empire for ashes/but I choke it back, how much I need love
For vialethe The Mummy/Narnia, Digory and Polly meet up with Rick and Evie on a dig. Hijinks ensue.
(Follow up prompt - years later, they meet Eustace, Man of Science.)
Narnia Fic, including some rthverse
ailavyn_siniyash Rthverse Narnia, Colonel Walker-Smythe, and now what is he writing?
(also a preview of Chapter 17 of Apostolic Way)
The steady regard George had developed for Edmund Pevensie had grown to full on admiration of the young man's (so obviously not a boy) poise in deftly managing his unmitigated ass of a father. It was not without consequence, though, and after their disastrous dinner (in which George would have happily poisoned John Pevensie's rum tonic or shoved the man into the freezing Hudson River), Edmund spend an hour of scribbling in his journal and then announced abruptly he was leaving their hotel room for a midnight walk. George waited until he heard Edmund get into the lift before opening the journal; as expected, he couldn't make any sense of it, but he did realize that if Edmund was Crow, and Mrs. Caspian was Rat, the repeated appearance of the word Hound was probably Pevensie's dead girlfriend.
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Narnia, Susan, well this is easier now, I've found all the pieces that I lost in the flood/and it wasn't that much
Bad beginning but bright future
If Susan had only found her courage sooner and trusted the nagging voice that told her to believe what her heart told her, it would have not taken them so long to find Aslan, and then Caspian and the How. Now all was well and they were embarking on a wonderful new adventure; Aslan was here, the throne would be won, Narnia freed, and the Four would again heal and rebuild Narnia to her former beauty and peace.
Susan was not sure yet how they would organize the monarchy, though if Caspian was of an eligible age, a political marriage of old Narnia and new Telmar would unite the country under a single banner; while that was a sensible solution, she would lead by example and put her faith in Aslan to guide them on the wisest course in the years ahead.
Susan was not sure yet how they would organize the monarchy, though if Caspian was of an eligible age, a political marriage of old Narnia and new Telmar would unite the country under a single banner; while that was a sensible solution, she would lead by example and put her faith in Aslan to guide them on the wisest course in the years ahead.
For tiny_white_hats
Narmia, Eustace, "I'm wasted, losing time / I'm a foolish, fragile spine / I want all that is not mine"
It is that telltale jut of pale rock different in colour and texture from the rock worn down around it that is always the clue that a fossil lurks within. Eustace spies it in the morning, assembles his picks, brushes, bottles of water and solvent and begins the back-breaking effort to free bone from rock. Slowly the sharp, toothy jaw emerges, then the claw-like hands and finally the delicate spine and long thin bones which once anchored the wing membrane of a pterosaur, the winged lizard of the Jurassic.
The Head of Experiment was the first to fall, so to speak. The shambling dead cornered her in the gymnasium and ate what little brains she had. She went on to represent the Ashton Under Lyne constituency and no one was the wiser.
For pysche29: Narnia (rthverse), any, written in the scars on our hearts psyche29
Scars on the heart
The week after VE Day, they all go to a dance hall; Jill and Eustace are jitterbugging, Peter is dancing with the prettiest blondes with the longest legs and it's a veritable bonfire of offers every time Susan takes out a cigarette.
"Do you think we'll ever be able to love again?" Lucy asks because she aches, as Edmund does, for the spouse left behind and dead over a thousand years ago.
"I don't know, Lu, but at least we don't stick out any more," Edmund replies, and they don't, for England after the war is a land of very young widows and widowers.
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Narnia, Susan + Aslan, she tried to stop a train for him/without shoes/and he was so amused, amused
It takes 9 years, 245 days, 13 hours, Marilyn Monroe, and two cross-dressing men before Susan laughs again. If she had known beforehand that Some Like It Hot featured a train ride, she would have never gone to see the picture. As she leaves the theater, make-up smeared from tears of abundant, joyous, belly-aching laughter, she sees the big golden-ginger cat sitting on a wall and, this time, she goes to greet him.
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The cold north is not kind to the Calormene
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Fortunately, there are no stress lines in the shell... yet
For this particular problem, Marcus decides the University can damn well pay the airfare for a consult with the world’s foremost herpetologist and paleontologist. The person who he knows only by formidable reputation has that messy, dried up, look of a field man as he leans over and carefully examines the specimen brought back for the College museum – no questions asked – from a Mayan temple in the Yucatán Peninsula. “So, do you recognize…” but Professor Eustace Scrubb interrupts Marcus with an excited squawk and exclaims with a maniacal gleam, “I hope you have a fire extinguisher handy for when that egg hatches and a lot of raw meat on hand!”
Narnia/rthstewart universe, Morgan and Mary Russell (Pevensie) in Aslan's country with candlesticks
They stood there looking at the figure before them.
"See, I told you that this works just as well as your candlestick. Magnificent"
and then I added,
Morgan and Mary
They've been together for some unmeasurable length of time (a day? a decade?), scouring Aslan's Country for candlesticks before Morgan asks the question Mary has expected from the beginning and she's glad to assure Edmund's first (dead) wife that he and his second wife (still alive) have had a loving and happy relationship.
"Does that bother you?" Mary asks.
Morgan points at where Edmund's former Narnian guards, Merle the dim Boarhound and Jalur, the surly Tiger, are sunning together on the smooth, warm rocks and says, "It did, until I realized that Edmund understood how a second love doesn't diminish the first.
They've been together for some unmeasurable length of time (a day? a decade?), scouring Aslan's Country for candlesticks before Morgan asks the question Mary has expected from the beginning and she's glad to assure Edmund's first (dead) wife that he and his second wife (still alive) have had a loving and happy relationship.
"Does that bother you?" Mary asks.
Morgan points at where Edmund's former Narnian guards, Merle the dim Boarhound and Jalur, the surly Tiger, are sunning together on the smooth, warm rocks and says, "It did, until I realized that Edmund understood how a second love doesn't diminish the first.
Sword and Stake
With remarkable vigour for a woman of her age, Lucy firmly grips the stake in her deeply veined hand and demonstrates for the Potentials the proper stabbing technique on the training dummy.
"My first weapon was a knife," Lucy says, "and I never really outgrew the preference."
Prompt: Narnia; Eustace Scrubb; Eustace with one or more of his cousins after the Silver Chair adventure.
Even though they are just his cousins, still, Eustace has to check his impulse to bow in the presence of the Narnian Kings and call them “Your Majesties,” which doesn’t go over so well in a grimy tea shop at a Reading train station. Peter and Edmund toss their caps on to the rickety table, pull off their school ties, and Peter leans in and asks quietly, “You were called?” as Edmund whispers, eager and keen, “Did you go Narnia?” Eustace is a boy now, not a dragon, a Mouse taught him to brave, and he learned compassion from a Lion’s claws, so even though it still feels like the odd hugging an American would do, he claps his cousins' hands and says in gentle tones, “I regret to tell you, my Kings, that your friend, King Caspian, has passed into Aslan’s Country.”
It used to be a lot easier, when Eustace was a dragon who looked like a boy, because then he didn’t worry about hurting anyone’s feelings, but he really wants to know and just doesn't know how to ask. Finally the High Ki… Peter says something even though Eustace can tell that it makes the High Ki… Peter sad to say it but Peter (there, he said it the first time) is so good and wise that he can be nice to his (mostly former) prat of a cousin even if it does make him sad.
“Yes, Eustace," the High King says in that way that King Arthur would talk if he'd been really real, "I believe you will return to Narnia for if it was otherwise, Aslan would have said so, as he told each of us in turn.”
“Yes, Eustace," the High King says in that way that King Arthur would talk if he'd been really real, "I believe you will return to Narnia for if it was otherwise, Aslan would have said so, as he told each of us in turn.”
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Narnia, Peter/Caspian, the scars you don't know about
Invisible wounds
The High King's shoulder is still tender from the astonishing duel fought to free Narnia, so Caspian kisses the place very gently and admires, "You are so hardened and skilled a warrior, it is small wonder you have few scars."
"They're there, you just can't see them," Peter says. "And this time tomorrow, even the new ones earned to win your throne will be gone."
"They're there, you just can't see them," Peter says. "And this time tomorrow, even the new ones earned to win your throne will be gone."
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snacky Narnia, Caspian, No one ever said it would be so hard, I'm going back to the start
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Running on empty
Caspian always begins alone, embraces the joy of fierce bonding with another, is filled, renewed, pours himself out with abandon, and then returns, empty as before. Their last, bruising kiss he remembers long after his High King walks through a door in the air. At the end of the World, his salty tears disappear into the sweet sea.
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The cheers of the freed Narnians and the roar of the Lion wink out, like a candle snuffed in a draught, and they are standing once again on a sleepy country railway platform in itchy, ill-fitting uniforms.
"Are you alright?" Peter asks.
Susan tilts her chin, the banked fire of the Gentle Queen burns in her eyes, and she replies, "No, but I will be."
"Are you alright?" Peter asks.
Susan tilts her chin, the banked fire of the Gentle Queen burns in her eyes, and she replies, "No, but I will be."
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Narnia, Edmund (+/any), I would trade you my empire for ashes/but I choke it back, how much I need love
Mute and heavy bells - Rthverse
He goes weeks, even months, without thinking on it all. There is work at the Middle Temple Hall, rugger on weekends, meeting his brother and sisters at a pub or for tea, and dinner at Mum’s on Sunday. Sometimes, though, he glimpses a flash of the green colour she favoured or sees the silhouette of a wide-hipped woman on the street and Edmund remembers his wife has been dead for one thousand and ten years.
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(Follow up prompt - years later, they meet Eustace, Man of Science.)
"I do not understand how you missed these fantastic Cenomanian deposits before," Professor Scrubb says, brushing away a layer of sand and grit to expose a long narrow saurian jaw.
"There was a bell," Evie says with a sigh as the strange thumping sound begins again.
"And animate corpses, Rick adds, cocking his gun and aiming it at the advancing mummy not inclined to share its Spinosaurus aegyptiacus specimen.
"There was a bell," Evie says with a sigh as the strange thumping sound begins again.
"And animate corpses, Rick adds, cocking his gun and aiming it at the advancing mummy not inclined to share its Spinosaurus aegyptiacus specimen.