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2023 Three Sentence Ficathon - Post #1

Welcome to the 2023 Three Sentence Ficathon!
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any, any, 'the miracle is not some magic that you've got / the miracle is you'

(continuation of this.)

The first flight that Gu Nanting and Cheng Xiao flew together after they got together was to Singapore again.

“Are you going to be okay?” Gu Nanting asked as they paused under the wing of the 787 after completing the walk-around.

Cheng Xiao smiled up at him and nodded. “Of course. I will be with you.”

~*~

It was impossible to not think of what happened the last time Cheng Xiao flew this route, of course, not when they ended up staying at the same hotel. But unlike last time they stayed here, Cheng Xiao’s conscience was cleared now. It did not lessen the hurt that a passenger had died on her plane the last time she flew this route, but at least now, she knew she had done all she could for him, and hoped he was now at peace.

So the next day, Cheng Xiao knocked on Gu Nanting’s door bright and early; she was fairly certain he would already be up. Sure enough, he answered the door fully-dressed.

“Come on,” she said, smiling and taking his hand, “let’s take a walk on the beach.”

Gu Nanting didn’t immediately move, and for a moment, Cheng Xiao froze. She had forgotten. She recalled that Gu Nanting mentioned once that he didn’t like rooms with a seaview, and now looking back, she remembered how he had always avoided any crew gathering that took place on beaches. And who could forget that time he had run into the ocean like a man possessed to drag her out on so flimsy an excuse as swimming being a “dangerous activity before a flight”?

Of course, she hadn’t understood then.

“Sorry, I forgot,” Cheng Xiao said in a guilty voice. Just because he had told her of Luo Yi, just because he had put away her photos in his apartment, just because he had assured Cheng Xiao that he had made his peace with Luo Yi, didn’t mean that the sea didn’t hold depths of terrors and triggers for him still.

“No, let’s go,” Gu Nanting said, grasping her hand more tightly before she could let go.

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly as he led them down the hall.

“Of course. I will be with you.”

Labyrinth, Sarah, acting

It doesn't matter what you feel, Sarah's mother said in her memories, with a practised smile and a flash in her eyes, choose your feeling and let it fill you up until it becomes real, my darling.

Sarah wasn't sure what she felt, but she chose triumphant defiance - a familiar skin to pull on; a favourite from her plays to an audience of the dog and the trees in the park - and held her head high as she faced the Goblin King.

"My power as great!" Sarah cried, and felt her chosen emotion filling her, knowing it was spilling from her and ensnaring her audience, and the Goblin King stepped to her tune and played his part, and Sarah was lost in the dizzying power of it even as she forged her own path steady under her feet.

Oh, I love this, that acting can become literal power for her. Wonderful, thank you!

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the odd take!

Labyrinth, any, magic creeps into the mortal world

Now that Sarah's home, she Sees magic everywhere and most of it is completely unrelated to the labyrinth where she battled for her brother. Now the thunderstorms splatter rainbow colors onto the streets where the raindrops fall and the cracks of thunder carry the ringing sound of hammers; a tiny silver dragon lives in the gym and brings Sarah gossip in exchange for fish; an old man in a blue hat with no face nonetheless stares at Sarah until she throws salt at him and he backs away, hissing.

Sarah picks up Toby and sets out to see it all.

Mm, yes, I love ALL of this. Thank you!

<3

I love this.

Somehow Sarah had thought . . . that would be the end of it; her friends called to her, yes, but the Labyrinth was of another world and it belonged there - her world was mundane and familiar and-

The keys in her purse jingle cheerfully and come to her hand, but slip away when anyone else tries to take them; the main doors at school open for her but mysteriously jam and groan unhappily when the creepy teacher Sarah always tries to avoid corners her and tries to follow; an eerie song spills from the sky some days and Sarah is never without an umbrella when it rains - and she is never caught in it when the weather takes a dangerous turn; the mirror over her dresser sparkles and shows her her brother moments before he falls from the play gym in the backyard - just enough time for Sarah to get downstairs and into the yard, just enough time for the grass to shimmer and bow as it catches him inches from her fingers, frightened but unhurt.

Sarah cradles her brother in her lap, soothing him with a little humming song, and sparkles weave around her fingers and his shoulders, dancing with her voice; perhaps, she thinks, looking instinctively for a familiar owl but seeing nothing but the concerned bent of the trees, one world is not . . . so very far from another.

At least - not for Sarah.

Ah, Sarah gets some awesome and useful magic. I love this!

Perhaps it was attracted to her strength (of self, of conquest) as she broke out of the Labyrinth, and wrapped itself around her when she left. . . Thanks!

Sarah learned one of the phrases, and it scares her sufficiently that she has no interest in finding any others. Snatches of half-remembered conversations with seemmingly nobody appear in Toby's head, and with them, specific new phrases whose effects he never can anticipate before using them for the first time.

The new knowledge is dangerous, he knows, but it follows the rules: so long as he doesn't use the exact phrase, he can avoid causing the effects until he wants to.

I really like how Toby is the one to stick with the magic, and how he's careful with it but not careful enough not to say it.

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by Loki (Norse mythology)

"This is my domain now!" Jadis cries with all the force of the deepest winter winds, watching ice creep over the lush lands, her heart fierce with gladness . . . even if those who dwell in Narnia are not bowing, not cowering the way she had anticipated - the way every people she has faced before have done.

White Witch, eh? Not like she knows of winter, is it, nor when our Lord returns with all his fire. . . - Jadis hears the whispers and rages, but no matter how deep she buries them in snow, no matter how the winds scream, no matter how sharp the ice or how chilling the stone she wraps them within, they will not stop.

Jadis' fingers curl around her wand as something whispers through the winter wind, and she whirls to see a man with hair like flame striding towards he through the snow; tall and lean, wrapped in fur and brightly-dyed cloth woven with intricate patterns that are impossible to follow with the eye, he walks as though the deep snow is of no concern, steps light. Jadis lifts her chin, eyes narrowing.

"Really?" the man said, his lips tilting into a sharp angle, his eyes - Jadis cannot quite tell what colour they are; first seeming red as his hair, then pale as the snow, then green as the spring leaves that will never again be seen in Narnia, not while she reigns - glinting. "Truly? This," he gestures with a dismissive flick of his fingers, "is your best, little mortal queen?"

"My best?" Jadis bares her teeth, lifting her wand. "You wish to see my best, insolent wretch? I am not a mortal and this is my Narnia!"

The man laughs, and Jadis brings her wand down in a sharp slash only to-

A hawk tumbles through the swirling snow and circles her, rising into the sky. You challenge me, little . . . mortal . . . queen? Bar me if you can and claim my land!

Narnia is a wild northern land (even more wild and more northern than it is in another universe, where it is ruled by a wise, if not tame, Lion), where tricks and magic and the occasional lie flowed as easily as Bacchus's wine (Bacchus is welcome in this Narnia, as in that other Narnia-that-could-be; perhaps moreso, for trickery and foolery come so easily with drink); much of Narnia revels in a cleverly-played trick, and what is more clever a trick than this?

They cower before the mortal woman, the small Narnians do, the weak ones, before the pale one who fashions herself a queen, bringing ice and snow in her wake - see here, this is the trick, the cowering: her ice is nothing to the ice that blankets Narnia when Odin pisses their Lord off enough, and yet she thinks they are afraid - of her.

Then she comes to the stronger Narnians - too proud, even for a clever trick, to cower to an ice that is nothing, and her confusion is so palpable that even the small, weak ones laugh; and then she comes to their Lord, Loki, the Frost Giant, to whom his own ice is not of concern to say nothing of hers, and she falters; he grins, sharp as his hawk's talons, as his Narnia's stone spire outcroppings, and sings, "You think your magic has root here, when I created the Deep Magic with ice and stone and fire?"

And her ice burns.

I love this! Especially the idea of the smaller Narnians just pretending to be afraid, because that is just being clever, is really good!

thank you! I feel like Loki is first and foremost a trickster, so of course his Narnians are too! and tricksters know how to protect themselves with a little trick, especially if it cumulates in revealing a much bigger trick!

ooohhhhhh coool!!

Thank you!

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by Persephone (Greek Mythology)

"It wasn't always this way," Mister Tumnus says softly as the snow and wind hauled outside the door. "We Narnians knew winter, yes, but only when Her Majesty left us to return to her husband's home. But, oh, no nation in the world knew spring like Narnians. When Her Majesty would return, there would flowers everywhere and the river Lethe would flood its banks to wash away harsh memories of her absence."

Later when they talked to Mister and Missus Beaver, they sighed--both of them were too young to have seen the spring, but they also had stories to tell, that had been passed down in their families. But, Mister Beaver did add a particularly startling detail when he said "there sure was a lot less blooming ghosts, I'll tell you that much!"

The children paused and Peter needed a moment to pluck up courage to ask "ghosts? Are there ghosts here in Narnia?"

The Beavers both nodded vigorously. "Oh, aye. Some real wraiths haunt these woods, which is why I was in such a hurry to try and find you lot."

"Oh, but there are some very nice ones," Missus Beaver added at the looks on their faces. "Many of the newest spirits are perfectly lovely and even some of the old ones remember us and try and keep us safe."

"The problem is when they stay here too long," Mister Beaver huffed. "They begin to forget everything except that they shouldn't still be here. They get angry and then they get mean. But, until the ice melts, they're trapped here." He pounded his little furry fist against the table. "That's why we need to get you to Cair Paravel! When we do, you lot will melt the ice blocking the path to the Underworld and call her, so that she can send the ghosts to where they belong!"

Each child had their own reaction to this: Susan nervously repeated "The Underworld?" while Peter asked "Melt the ice?" and Edmund said "Cair Paravel?", but Lucy was the one to focus in on "Call her?"

Mister Beaver nodded and did his best to explain everything, Lucy still had to ask "but how do we call her?"

"Why, by calling her name of course! How else do you call someone?"

"But, what is her name?" Edmund asked, annoyed by all this nonsense and very much starving for a piece of that Turkish Delight again.

The Beavers, however, paused and nervously shared a look. After a moment, they nodded and scrambled around their home, locking windows and shutting doors, even putting out the fire so they could shut the flue (and in the process of all this, coincidentally stopping Edmund from running off entirely). Only once every entrance was bared and the lights dimmed did Mister Beaver lean across the table and whisper "Her name is Persephone."

The moment the word left his mouth, each child felt a swell of dread and awe wash over them for reasons none of the could explain--the effect was so powerful that Edmund forgot about his hunger for Turkish Delights for a moment. Maybe it was because the moment the name hit the air, every window and door rattled violently, or maybe it was the way a dried flower in one of Missus Beaver's picture frames briefly revived, its colors bright and vibrant before abruptly wilting.

It was only after all this did Mister Beaver speak again, although he looked just as rattled as them. "She's the Lady of Ghosts, the Spring Maiden, and Queen of the Underworld. The White Witch might have shut her into her husband's home for now, but when you call her back to us, there won't be any fighting or war. Her Majesty will fix that witch, right quick, and spring will return again."

ooohhhh this is fantastic! All the detail you put in here is amazing and it all fits so well!!

I do have a big soft for Persephone, so I might have gotten a littlecared away while writing this.

Oh wow, I absolutely love this! It's such a different mythology for Narnia, but it all slots into place so well - and I admit I'm dying to see what part Hades would take here. Is he the Tash equivalent?? There's so much potential!!

Oh, I admittedly had put much more thought in Hades playing a larger role--the cop out answer would be he's sort of like The Emperor Across the Sea, but instead of it being a distant father, it's a patient husband. A more fun idea would be instead of the Carolmene Empire and Tash, it could be a different culture who does worship Hades (I dunno, Terebinthia, maybe? No one really writes about them), and are trying to invade a weakened Narnia. Except the same way the Tash isn't putting up with his followers' nonsense, Hades would also have no patience and just try to kill them all for the audacity of summoning him to bother his wife's people.

It'd be fun, but harder to do a one-to-one swap of characters. Mostly for a tltwtw swap, I'd probably keep references to him at a minimum and then he could show up for a sequel.

Oooh, this is delightful! *chinhands*

I absolutely love the little detail of "coincidentally stopping Edmund from running off entirely," hahaha, suck it pre-redemption Edmund, you have to stay with your family XP

I can't decide what would be better--have him run off later to join the witch, or earn his redemption by getting punished for his shitty attitude directly. Like, instead of him doodling on the lion statue in the Witch's Garden, he invokes Persephone's name like a big shot but instead he nearly gets mobbed by angry ghosts and it puts the fear of God(desses) into him. Maybe he'll get called Edmund the Wise because the first lesson he learned was how to keep his mouth shut.

ohhhh, I like that idea! I didn't realize that was why they were afraid to speak Persephone's name, but it's really cool.

In Greek Mythology, Hades and Persephone will often get named by epithets (The One Who Receives Many Guests or Infernal Zeus, or Nestis the Fasting One or Kore the Maiden for example) instead of their names because people were afraid that calling them by their name would get their attention and, as they were deities associated with death, you wouldn't want that.

Since the whole point is that Persephone needs to be called in story, it couldn't be her that shows up if Edmund calls her name, but I think it'd make sense that saying her name invokes enough of her power that it drives the spirits near him crazy.

oh! yeah, that makes sense. I like that you're continuing to draw on the original mythology.

this is fantastic, damn! what a cool concept and translation, and i would love to see a longer form of this someday

This is such a great idea, and so well executed!

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by Hestia (Greek Mythology)

Four monarchs of the Golden Age enter the ruined castle, long after their time, long after their reign was well established for their successors and the Lady sent them back by the light of a lantern. Cair Paravel was once a thriving place, full of bustle and life, the best of Narnia coming together at the home of its human rulers. There are no satyrs nor dwarves nor beasts-who-speak left to hear the Pevensies wind delicately through the empty halls under cracked rooves that let in sunlight.

Susan picks her way through hazardous steps down to the kitchens. There's something flickering down here where there should be naught. She gasps. It's the little lamp in its own alcove above the stoves and the ovens, the one that used to be kept and tended carefully, a symbol of home from which all the other fires down here were lit. Somehow, it still burns, candle-light warming the old stones and empty surfaces into something kinder, a hearth remaining in this structure for someone else to bring back to fulness and joy.

ooohhh I love this!! It's perfect!

Oh, how eerie at first and then perfectly lovely. Wonderful!

Wonderful!

"Come," the great goddess calls from besides the fire in the great hall of Cair Paravel, startling Lucy, although afterwards she felt rather silly to think she could have hidden from the Lady at all, "come and join me, Daughter of Eve."

Lucy didn't try to pretend to be solemn, like her siblings sometimes tried before the Lady, and skipped over to plop down besides the hearth fire. She took a deep breath and smelled the crackle of firewood, but also the Lady's scent of spices and herbs. Lucy loved sitting besides the Lady like this; it was as cozy as sitting in a kitchen when someone made the best tasting food in your life, that would warm you all the way to your toes, and leave you with the sweetest feelings of love and care.

She hoped the Lady liked her just as much as she laid her head in the Lady's lap. Of course, if she had asked, the Lady would have laughed and said of course she did--she was, after all Hestia of the Hearth, the protector of the home and all how dwelt inside, and how could she not love all of her children?

oohhh this is so warm and lovely! Love how Lucy doesn't put on any pretenses (of course she doesn't) but notes that her siblings sometimes try, which of course they would

Awww 💖

Entering Narnia, even that first time, before ending the one hundred year winter and the white witch’s rule, felt like coming home; the warmth and comfort it brought the four Pevensie children was like all those months ago, before any wars, when they sat in the sitting room together with their parents and all seemed right with the world.

When Peter knelt in front of the Goddess’s tent in the war camp, he felt warmed by Her presence - not just by her words agreeing to get their brother back from his own foolishness - and someday he would know it’s because the Goddess loved the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve like they were Her own, and that afforded them some of Her Blessings.

And while they might have been barred entry from Narnia in the end, all they needed to do was gather together around a fire, and they would be by Her side once more, by Hearth and Home and Family.

oohhh this is lovely! I love the idea that you can immediately feel Hestia's presence in a Narnia she created, plus that she would be so easy to find again, even in England!

Hestia is one of my fave Greek goddesses so I was delighted by this prompt! And I love the idea that they could find her again once they felt at home

I love how Hestia's domain makes it easier for the Pevensies to maintain emotional ties to Narnia even after they are forbidden to return.

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by Jadis

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by Tash

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by a dragon

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by a siren

Narnia, any, if Narnia was created by … (any god/creature/character/etc)

Asoiaf, Jaime/Brienne, knightly adventure

“I suspect this won’t be the sort of adventure someone’s going to write a song about,” Jaime says, Brienne riding beside him, guard and companion both, a better choice than he likely deserves.

“It isn’t meant to be an adventure,” Brienne replies, her words serious as usual, but Jaime thinks he can spot a trace of amusement in her eyes regardless; he likes to think he has gotten rather good at reading her tells.

“No, just one last ride in freedom before my punishment,” he says with intentional dramatics, hoping she will smile, but he can’t be surprised when she frowns instead, reminded that she is his jailor on the way to the Wall.

Still, though the thought is admittedly sobering, Jaime knows his is a kinder fate than he should have been offered, and if this is the last bit of time he will have with Brienne then by the gods he will make her smile before they arrive.

(it's 4 sentences, I have failed...)

This is an excellent scene for them – a fate that’s neither too easy nor bleak, and one last chance to be together. ❤️

Thank you! I like to dream they could have a halfway decent ending, haha.

aaahhh this is both really nice and bittersweet! I love it!

Thanks so much!

Definitely not a fail! Great ficlet :)

Asoiaf, Jaime/Brienne, they save each other

Asoiaf, Jaime/Brienne, sparring

any, any, OT3

"Our prince," says Achilles, "reminded me of you: kind and gentle, putting all at ease."
"Our prince," says Patroclus, "has far more in common with you, I think: in particular that determination of his, burning so hot it catches others alight in turn."
In the end they agree that in this, as in most things, Zagreus is both, and still more.

not in this fandom, but this is great!

"Of course your great-great-gread-grandmother had a whole new wing added to my seraglio; such a collection she gathered, and you might not be able to get the parts any longer, but I'm sure, Mistress, that you can-"

"Castle?" Agatha interrupted patiently, smoothing her fingers through Tarvek's hair - it was a ruffled mess, surprisingly like Gil's was every day; he'd be horrified when he woke up if they didn't distract him . . . Agatha didn't expect he'd notice, in the end. Agatha settled a little lower, wriggling her shoulders against the heap of blankets behind her as Gil sighed and snuggled a little closer at her other side, arm around her waist and hand resting on Tarvek's hip. "Do hush; I have my boys and I'm keeping them - just them."

any, any, sedoretu (https://www.everything2.com/title/sedoretu)

Somewhere in the evening, while they were working out the logistics for a tricky run, Han looked up from the endless piles of flimsi, a weirdly soft look on his face as he said, "You gotta admit it all worked out pretty good, right?"

Mara's first instinct was to ask where the hell that came from, but she looked across the room and understood - their Morning wife and Chief of State smiled triumphantly down at her datapad as she worked yet another crisis out, her feet in the lap of their Morning husband as he chatted to the twins over a grainy holo connection about an old Jedi artifact he'd just found, and they themselves sat together with their handwriting overlapping on scratch-sheets and all their belongings comfortably strewn together - a scene Mara could never have imagined when Han had first casually asked her what she knew about sedoretu and she had been half-waiting for the trap to spring.

After all these years - after hundreds of dejarik games and sparring matches and rescues in battle, after thousands of kisses - Mara finally had it in her to grin back at him, and throw her arm around his shoulder, and say, "You know what, this time I think you're right."

Edited 2023-01-15 04:28 (UTC)

oohh I love this so much!! They would make a perfect sedoretu!!

Excellent choices, and a beautiful scene. <3

Awwww, this is adorable! Good for them!

any, any, polycule

Note: This is long, but it let me get rid of a plotbunny!

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"Qi-ge!" Shen Qingqiu called as he barged into the sect leader’s office. "We have a problem. By which I mean it's Qinghua's problem, which means it's my problem, which means it's your problem."

"Of course," Yue Qingyuan agreed readily. Most problems involving members of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect were his in the end, but it meant a great deal to him to be asked to help Xiao Jiu and his other lover. "What's happened? How can I help?"

Shen Qingqiu sighed. "Qinghua has a high-ranking demon courting him, and he has feelings for this demon. He is also unaware of both of these points, and I will not be making him aware until I'm positive this ice demon will treat him well."

"I see," Yue Qingyuan said, narrowing his eyes as he ran through the implications of this news and the recent intelligence he'd received concerning the Northern Demon Realm, which, he noted, had for the most part come from Shang Qinghua.

"I knew you would," Shen Qingqiu said with a satisfied smile that never failed to make Yue Qingyuan smile back.

I do not know this fandom but I am curious about it now

It's a wild novel, and one of my favorites! Fair warning that this polycule is very not canon, I'm just in multishipping hell!! Also the Shen Qingqiu here is the original person to have that name, not the main character of the book.

This is the English release if you're interested (it's long so the webnovel was split in 4 for the physical English release):
https://sevenseasentertainment.com/series/the-scum-villains-self-saving-system-ren-zha-fanpai-zijiu-xitong-novel/

thanks! I'll check it out

any, any, harem (or reverse harem)

"You shouldn't have come after me," Cloud says, the first thing he says once he's got enough of the Mako out of his system to be capable of speech. "Wasn't worth the risk to Sephiroth - hey!"

"So much for being gentle with the invalid," Sephiroth mutters for the next bed over, Zack muffling a cackle in the chair beside him.

Aerith ignores them both, straddling Cloud's waist and clasping his face in both her hands. "Listen, you," she scolds. "I've never chosen between any of my boys and I refuse to start now. You are worth it, and so is Sephiroth, and so is Zack - got it?"

"...yeah. I got it."

Lovely! ❤️

"That's got to be a mistake," Tamaki says, staring in horror at the client list.

"Oh, what's got the King so riled?" said one of the twins, looking over Tamaki's shoulder.

"It's because he's been dethroned," the other crows, "for Haruhi has the whole class as a harem!"

Haruhi is just that popular!

Narnia, any, Atlantis

Narnia, any, elemental magic

A bit over three sentences!

The magic finds them in the third year of their reign, when Peter has begun to resemble the man he will become, and Susan’s hair has grown past her waist in a river of black silk, and Edmund has become quieter (not least because of his changing voice) and more perceptive, and Lucy has needed her wardrobe altered too many times to count to accommodate her willowy growth.

The magic shows in Peter first—Peter's voice, which has always commanded the attention and respect of the room, carries further now, aided by the stirring of the air; and he often stops mid-task to listen to something the others cannot hear, the wind whispering in his ear the tidings of the broad skies and wind-whipped mountain peaks; and when he cries to his army in battle, his voice carries on the wind, and the enemy is frozen by the power of his cry.

It falls upon Susan second, igniting in a brilliant burst of flame that springs from the tip of her arrow as she practices archery, and the fires in the Feast Hall that evening dance and leap as she passes by; and the warmth that she has always carried in her bearing and gestures now falls upon all whom she turns her glance on, marking those who have the favor of the queen.

It reveals itself in Edmund third, in the flowers and saplings that spring from his footprints when he walks in the woods, and in the vines that circle his brow, twining about his crown; and when he stands in the silence of the woods, he takes counsel with the most ancient and wisest of all the trees in Narnia, whose roots reach into the foundations of the world.

It spills from Lucy last, swirling about her feet as she dances in the lapping waves before Cair Paravel, and the water of the sea twists about her, and her skin shimmers with a silver sheen in the sun, like that of the Sea People who hearken to her; and when she kneels in springs, streams, or seafoam, her ears are filled with the burbling speech of all the naiads, merfolk, Sea People, and river gods who dwell in Narnia’s waters.

omg this is amazing!! I love it so much! I love how you wrote their powers, subtle and less so and how well it fits them. It's so cool!!!

Thank you so much! ❤︎

This is beautiful! The imagery of each elemental magic is lovely.

Thank you! ❤︎

oh no, i love this - those aren't the elements i would have expected for them but i love the way you wrote it and it makes it make so much sense? lucy dancing by the sea makes me want to cry

Thank you! I usually keep all of my Narnia writing focused strictly on the books, but for this I played off of the LWW film's dialogue at the coronation about the parts of nature the Pevensies are connected to (Peter and the sky, Susan and the sun, Edmund and the woods, Lucy and the sea) and used that to inspire their elements. I'm glad you enjoyed it! <3

OH wow that makes total sense, and you made it flow so seamlessly and fit so well! i love this, what a beautiful story you wrote.

battlestar galactica (2003), kara/lee, i did it all to make you love me and to make me feel alive

narnia, susan/edmund, and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up

“Was it not good enough for you, Su?” he asks - demands, really, and he knows he’s going too far, feels the shame of it even as he backs her against the door of her bedroom, and she lets him, even though his teenage frame is too slight to be a true obstacle to her, not here and now. “Was I not good enough?”

He’s close enough to breathe her in as he says it, as it spills out before he can bite it back; close enough to watch the shadow of her lashes sweep down, to note the tiny line between her brows, the way the white of her teeth catch the crimson of her lip the way he aches to do, before she says, “Don’t you dare ask me that, Edmund, not ever again.”

have I told you lately that I hate you

just like i love you for this even as i really really hate you for it because ow, what a punch in the gut, no, edmund, you know better and also HE DOESN'T what a mess

Something in him very much WANTS to know better and he really should but there is that DOUBT because Ed is always and forever branded a TRAITOR in his own mind and ugh I love them, stupid messed up babies

and makes me want to hurt you more

in return for being hurt

.... lethe, have you considered that our fic writing exchange relationship is Le Problematique

B you have met me, all my relationships are Le Problematique and I for one would not have it any other way.

well, i took you at your word is all i'm saying

Cruel, yet fair.

Drunken Sailor (sea shanty), drunken sailor/Captain's daughter, any.

Absolutely too surprising and entertaining to pass up!

"What- Oh," Robert cringed, clinging his head, "what . . . oh fuck." he interrupted himself, eyes wide and his location sinking through the pounding in his head.

Joanna laughed, kicking her feet - legs bare beneath the drape of her light sleeping gown, and Robert swallowed, watching them; god, the Captain was going to have him whipped, he-

"Hush, I've been trying to get you here for months, silly," Joanna said, light and teasing, and brushed her fingers over his cheek, kissing his temple, "come sober next time, hey? And we'll tell Daddy the men were playing a prank on you, dumping you in my room, if you don't get out before he sees you." she finished with a saucy wink.

Aaaaah I adore it!! Joanna's amusement, and her mischievous side, and poor Robert only making a move after having some liquid courage.

I'm glad you liked the prompt!

Thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it and I had such fun writing it after a bit of thought! ^.^ I'm sure Robert will do well so long as he keeps following Joanna's lead. >.>

. . .and I enjoyed this enough myself that I've now expanded it a little over on AO3. XD

Any, any, femdom

She asks him, are you a prince, and he says no - her big toe hooks through the ring of his collar, delicate, commanding. Her foot follows gravity down and she asks, are you a god, and he says, no Meg, the weight of it sloughing from his shoulders - relief wrenching at his chest.
He kisses her ankle, chest to the ground, and says, whatever you want Meg I'm whatever you want.

Edited 2023-01-16 13:14 (UTC)

This is really hot! *insert eyes emoji here*

A springy curl of Hermione’s hair drifted over Draco’s face, tickling the end of his nose as she sat astride him, working at the buttons of his shirt, and he wrinkled his nose at the sensation, but quickly schooled his expression as she looked at him with an arched brow, her hands stilling upon his chest, as she asked, innocently and without moving her head so that the curl of hair still brushed his face, “Is something the matter?”

Draco shook his head, biting back a drawling remark about her hair rivaling Medusa's snakes; it was the least he could do after, well, everything, he reasoned, and he didn’t particularly fancy being on the business end of her wand—except for those times, of course; those he very much fancied, and if he wanted more of them, and he did, and he rather hoped that this time would be one of them, he had better hold his tongue.

“Good,” Hermione said with a triumphant smile, pushing his shirt from his shoulders and settling back onto his hips as she reached for her wand with a glint in her eye.

It seems like his wish will become reality in the end ;) good job on fitting all this on just the three sentences!

Thank you! :D

*makes noises* absolutely fucking yes.

it was the least he could do after, well, everything, he reasoned, and he didn’t particularly fancy being on the business end of her wand—except for those times, of course; those he very much fancied, and if he wanted more of them, and he did, and he rather hoped that this time would be one of them, he had better hold his tongue. This is A+ Draco — and generally an A+ fill :D

Thank you! Draco (happily) paying penance is my favorite thing. :D

The Hunger Games, any, how is Panem and Snow's presidency seen by future historians?

The last President of Panem is a disputed fact. Most official records claim Coriolanus Snow was the final President, while most of the records of the officially unacknowledged District 13 say that Alma Coin was officially the last President of Panem after Snow's deposition in the riots following the 75th and final Hunger Games. In this paper, I propose, based on contemporaneous accounts and transcripts of the provisional government that would eventually become the United District Council, that neither Coin nor Snow was the last official President of Panem. Instead, by the assent of those present in the provisional government, Katniss Everdeen was elected President before executing both the man who had ordered the murder of her sister and the slaughter of countless thousands in the riots and the Hunger Games and the woman who intended to take over for Snow and then rule as an equally authoritarian and murderous despot as soon as she could kill the Victors that were supporting her in the rebellion.

I can already imagine the back-and-forth papers arguing for and against this :D I would have never thought oof Katniss as the president at that very moment even if she was the rebellion's main figure.

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