Three Sentence Ficathon

[rthstewart]

UPDATE! EDIT!
 We're running into the Dreamwidth comment limits so all new prompts should be posted here Keep responding to and filling already posted prompts here, but all new ones should go to the new thread!

Someone did this banner for me a couple of years ago.  It's great, isn't it?  If it was you, please step up and take a bow!
It was st_aurafina!   Thank you again!


caramelsilver ran one last year on Livejournal and I did two over here a few years ago. We'll keep it open until January 31, 2019 which should give everyone time to play a little. This is a delightful part of the online fandom community.


What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like, as many times as you want.

What do I do first?
You post prompts! When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character(s), prompt word/sentence.

Only one prompt per comment please.  So, for example,

Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I don't like sand."

What else?
You answer other posters' prompts in three sentences (or more if you can't stop yourself) and fill as many prompts as you want, as many times as you wish. If you see that a prompt you loved has already been filled, go ahead and fill it again! Multiple fills of the same prompt are allowed and even encouraged!  (We get really fun stories going this way).

Can I still post if I need more than 3 sentences?  Or should I just abuse grammar in ways the English language never contemplated?
Yes.  Yes.


But I'm not a member of Dreamwidth
No problem. You can comment anonymously or through open ID

Can anyone play?
Yes! Please signal boost this to your flist, followers, and any other places you frequent. Come one, come all!
The more people who come and play, the better!

Can I spread the word? 
Yes, please.  I'd love to create a nifty banner with an embed code but I fail at it.  So if you create one, I'll post it and everyone can use it.

How long will it go?
Tentatively, we'll close it on January 31, 2019. 

Are there any rules about cross-posting?
Nope, you can post wherever you want, whenever you want. A lot of folks collected their responses together and posted them on AO3 under the 3 sentence fiction tag. 3SFs are a terrific prompt for remixes and could be helpful for Yuletide bears, too.

What about spoilers, content warnings, triggers, pairings, ratings, tags, and squick?
I thought about this.  It wasn't an issue the last 2 times I ran this but times change.  In my experience, this typically gets too big, moves too fast, and the stories are too short for content warnings and ratings. You should assume spoilers are fair game and that the initial poster and responder have opted to use no content warnings or tags. I've found personally that I can skim by stuff that, from the prompt, I can tell isn't my favorite flavor of delicious cake. Use your best judgment and be prepared to skip over things that aren't your thing.


And here, have some icons!










I'll start things off...

Edit to add on 12/18/2018 Please check out this update here. And this friending meme if you're so inclined here.

Comments

[kiraly]

The Queen's Thief, Kamet/Costis, bringing home grubby specimens to fill the house

[oracle_at_gotham]

"But the magus would love to see this one," Costis protested, "and if I left it in the shed the petals would fall off in the cold."

Kamet crossed his arms, unimpressed.

"Bring one more filthy plant into the kitchen and you won't live to send him another."

[kiraly]

Stand Still Stay Silent, Emil/Lalli, trip to the bakery in Reykjavik

[kiraly]

In Other Lands, Elliot/Luke, if I hear one more word about mermaids...

[be_themoon]

"Please," Luke says urgently, his eyes wide as the sea itself as he grips Serene's sleeve. "I love him more than anything, but if I hear one more word about mermaids I will have to throw myself into the ocean and he would probably follow me because the damn mermaids are in there."

Serene pats his hand awkwardly, a very solemn look on her face as she sighs and offers her profound wisdom. "I know it can be tiresome, Luke, but you know it is vital to the sensitive nature of our paramours that we listen to them even about subjects we don't have much interest in ourselves."

[kiraly]

Stand Still Stay Silent, Sigrun/Tuuri, a scar that won't easily heal

[elleth]

As a rule, Sigrun wears her scars proudly, loves to show them off at the slightest provocation, and keeps them as marks of survival rather than the opposite - apart from one, which stays invisible to all but one other person.

Tuuri places her hand hesitantly on the bare skin above Sigrun's heart, the curve of her breast, asking "Here, that's where?" and Sigrun nods with eyes wide and throat tight. "Almost getting your heart ripped out takes time to heal," she says, and Tuuri breathes something that might be an apology, halfway, before Sigrun kisses her silent with more force than necessary - after all, Tuuri came back, she came back, and it was never Tuuri's fault.

[kiraly]

Stand Still Stay Silent, Any, Summer at Reynir's house

[kiraly]

The Queen's Thief, Eddis & her attendants, strength in appearances

[betony]

Attolia's attendants might wear fine silks and expensive perfumes in a rainbow of colors, blushing and beautiful; but Helen's are dressed in practical wools more often than not, all woven in the same design. "To present the appearance of solidarity with Your Majesty," pronounces Aunt Livia, but Helen knows better, thanks to her uncle's wry glance.
Her women wear the uniform of a phalanx, armed with words and wiles--and while her honor guard might protect her body, her attendants protect her heart.

[hawkeyesquared]

The Tick, Dot/Overkill, First kiss

[rokhal]

Dot slammed her whole weight through her arms, picturing the heels of her palms driving right through Overkill's body armor and into the concrete. The Bee-Gees buzzed in her brain, "Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Stayin' alive! Stayin' alive!" the most infuriating and metrically helpful earworm she could imagine.
It could be anywhere from five to thirty minutes until the ambulance got there, and Dot was taught to switch out after two. There was no one to switch with. Just her and her dead cyborg--who had, apparently, already been dead for eight minutes before he'd actually passed out.
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, keep him alive, keep him alive. "Come on, come on," she panted. Now would be a great time for Spontaneous Return Of Circulation. She paused every thirty seconds to give him a breath, palpating under his jaw for his carotid as she tilted his jaw up. He tasted like her parents' mouthwash, with a hint of protein powder.
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, gettin' kinda tired, gettin kinda tired. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Now he was almost certainly dead, surely her compressions weren't doing enough, she didn't have oxygen, she wasn't heavy enough--he was dead and all she was doing was waiting for the real paramedics to confirm it--
She bent and gave him a breath, much sharper than she'd meant to because it was really a sob, a sob into his mouth where no one could see, and then she felt--under her fingers, she felt it--a jump--she gave another breath and it kept jumping, a pulse, it was, and she gave breath after breath like she was pumping a meaty, Listerine-scented air mattress, and then a hard gloved hand gripped her forehead and pushed her away.
She blinked back tears as Overkill opened his blue-and-black gridmark eyes.
"How long was I out?" he rasped. "Ow. Why didn't you use the defib from my backup hip pocket? Where's The Terror?"

[(Anonymous)]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Bruno Buccellati, Threatening

[moetushie]

Bruno might have a soft spot for the waifs and strays that made up his little gang, but he'd been in the brutal business of Passione since he was a kid. His hands were as dirty as the rest of them and when he issued threats, he meant them and would follow through.

He told Giorno that he believed in his dream and he did, but he also believed that once that dream was achieved, there would be no more use for Bruno Buccellati. That wasn't a threat though -- it was a promise, and one that he cherished.

[lacerta]

Star Trek TNG, Spot, the warmest place to sleep

[syrena_of_the_lake]

As efficient as Data’s positronic brain was, and despite the thermal dissipation matrix built into his scalp, it still generated heat — not unlike a human head. Data knew this was why Spot chose to sit on his shoulder, drape across his back or even perch atop Data’s head, when the android permitted it — and he knew this was likely a function of warmth, and not necessarily affection.

But he also wondered: if cats treated their human owners the same way, how did living, breathing people not suffocate in the night with a lazy cat smothering their faces?

[lacerta]

Killing Eve, Villanelle/Eve, Take This Waltz

[neverseenher]

"You know the steps?"

"I'm not completely uncultured," Eve says. "You're not going to slit my throat?"

"We should at least finish the song," Villanelle murmurs, hand gentle on her waist. "It's only polite."

[lacerta]

Mad Max Fury Road, Furiosa/Max, calming

[rosaxx50]

In my head this happens a couple of months after the movie


She was born beneath cool green leaves, but her coming of age was harsh sun, the road stretching on, and grit in her mouth--mind focused, adrenaline a blade's edge, alone and aware of every dagger poised to fall, except, now:

Got your back, his nod says in not so many words, as the citadel and its new leadership shrink in the distance; they'll keep for a couple of hours.

She breathes out, muscles loosening, the sky spreading wide and far; free and not alone.

[(Anonymous)]

Biggles, Biggles/Algy Codependency

[lacerta]

The Terror, any, God lies in all realms

[alice_pike]

Her cave protects her from the wind if not the cold, but the beast keeps her warm on the most bitter nights, when even the men do not stray from their ships. Firelight dances on the walls, and she is alone but her people are safe, and that seems reason enough to offer herself as a servant.

Her gods do not speak, but then, neither does she.

[kalira]

Kagen no Tsuki, Adam/Mizuki, coming home

[mad_madam_m]

It feels like it's been a thousand years, and yet also only a few seconds since the last time he saw Mizuki. Death has a way of blending time together so it feels both eternal and instantaneous.

Fifty-four years after he last saw her, she walks up to the gate, her smile the same as it ever was, and this time she walks to him with her arms outstretched, no hesitation in her steps, ready this time to join him in eternity together.

[kalira]

Labyrinth, any character, Laws of the Unseelie

[glorious_spoon]

There are rules for creatures like him, though mortals never seem to grasp that fact; he is no thief, he cannot simply reach out and take what he desires. His only birthright is his gift for barter, for bargaining, for glamour and illusion and the twisting of mortal desire until they cannot tell his wants from their own.

He cannot steal--but when he first sees Sarah, her dark hair and doe eyes and ice-pale skin, he wishes, for the first time in all the long centuries of his life, that he could.

[kalira]

Inception, Arthur, expediency

Stiletto

[edenfalling]

"Did you just put that projection's eye out with a shoe heel, darling?" Eames asked, nudging the body with an oddly fastidious toe.

"We're in Ms. Nandanampati's dressing room, it was right at hand, and unlike a gun it was quiet," Arthur snapped. "Now shut up while I imagine myself a set of lock picks."

[yeomanrand]

World of Warcraft, Any PC Worgen & Genn Greymane, honor

[acequeenking]

Micheal/Eleanor, better the devil you know

[dreamsofspike]

They've been in the Good Place for a few weeks when Michael catches the attention of a pretty Good Place angel, who expresses an interest in Michael, and utter disagreement with his assessment of human-style kissing as "gross".

He approaches Eleanor awkwardly, running his hand through the back of his hair and stumbling over his words until she finally figures out what he's there for - a bit of educational advice from someone he's pretty sure is practically an expert on the matter.

Her smile is warm, affectionate, as she sidles close and puts her hands on his arms. "Better the devil you know, is that it?" she smirks, eyes lit with humor at the irony. "It's ... hard to explain; here, it's better if I just show you..."

She rises up on tiptoes, pulls him down with a hand at the back of his head until their lips meet... and the electricity that courses through him on contact drives all thoughts of pretty angels from his head; he's got all he needs right here.

[acequeenking]

Rose/Any Doctor, chip shop at the end of the universe

[acequeenking]

Hadestown, Hades/Persephone, it ain't right and it ain't natural

[coinmanatee]

Critical Role, Any, Natural 20/Natural 1

[rosage]

"Let me get this straight, you managed to convince them to give up the treasure, and then you dropped it?"

Nott nods miserably. She can't explain what divine intervention could possibly cause that sequence from her.

[moetushie]

Crimson Peak, Lucille/Thomas, complicity

[moetushie]

The Magnus Archives, Elias/Jon, Jon compels Elias to speak the truth for once

[dragonofeternal]

"I must say, Jon, I'm really impressed." The worst thing is the sincerity in Elias' voice, nothing but honest satisfaction. "You're finally making the kind of progress that lets me know things are going to be okay."

"Then just- just answer the damn question!" It's everything Jon can do not to bang his fist like a child. He wants to shout and scream all his angry, bitter thoughts, but no- no it's Elias' turn to talk for once.

"Of course," Elias says, his smile going mirthless. "I don't know if I want the Watcher's Crown to happen. Ending the world as we know it would probably be a bad thing, but as it is, I'm in a bit too far to back out now. And, to your second question- yes, as far as I can tell, I'm instrumental to it happening. Which is why I know that regardless of what I think, it will go off without a hitch. I know every loss of a coworker eats at you, and I know without any sort of spooky powers that you won't have it in you to pull the trigger."

[moetushie]

The Magnus Archives, Tim/Martin, there was this one office party ...

[freudiancascade]

Tim still remembered the Halloween party that he and Martin had thrown behind Elias's back that one year -- yeah, sure, it was in poor taste, whatever, but the influx of crazy always picked up around October anyways and everybody needed to blow off steam and look, back in those days they could all still believe that what Elias didn't know about wouldn't hurt him.

Jon had arrived late, emerging awkwardly from his office carrying a cheese plate and dressed in his everyday jumper and slacks, darting a quick glance about the room.

"What are you supposed to be, then?" Martin asked around pointed wax vampire teeth, already tipsy on the spiked punch.

Tim raised his glass to the ceiling and declared, "A stubborn old bastard!"

Silence fell, Tim met his boss's eyes....and then, surprising everybody (including himself), Jon burst out laughing and the party could properly begin.

[moetushie]

The Magnus Archives, Basira/Daisy, partners