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

Re: Goodbye at Avalon (Merlin (BBC)-ish)

[kalira]

Thank you very much. ^.^

[last_haven]

Thank you!

[kalira]

Oh, this is really lovely. 🖤

[mad_madam_m]

I shouldn't love you, Keith thinks when he stands alone, watching the rocket climb into the sky on its way to Kerberos.

I shouldn't love you, Keith thinks when he stands beside Shiro in the observation room, staring at the way the green light plays over his features while they're alone here.

I shouldn't love you, Keith thinks when he walks away from Voltron with one last look back at Shiro, standing tall and proud in his paladin armor, just as it should be.

But I love you too much, Keith thinks with the blade of Shiro's arm mere inches from his throat, and this time, he says it out loud.

Not-So-Quiet Corner (Avatar: the Last Airbender; Zuko/Sokka)

[kalira]

"Do you hear something?" Zuko asked, bracing a hand against Sokka's shoulder, but he couldn't quite push Sokka away, moaning softly as his head fell back.

"No," Sokka said against his throat, then returned to his sucking, biting kiss, hand pushing a little further into Zuko's pants, "relax. . ."

Zuko was about to say he didn't think he could possibly relax any more while his boyfriend was doing that, and then he stiffened all over as the door slammed open with the sound of metal-soled boots running; he lifted his head and peered around Sokka's loose hair to see, as he'd feared, several - now seemingly very shocked and embarrassed - royal guards.

Love

[kalira]

Shiro strokes Keith's cheek, tracing the scar there and brushing aside his wild hair.

I shouldn't love you, he thinks, because Keith has so many great things to do and to be, and Shiro shouldn't wish to tether his flight even the slightest bit by keeping him close, but ohh, how he cannot help it, his heart fallen surely into those strong, steady hands long ago.

Keith opens his eyes with an almost lazy flutter of lashes, meets Shiro's gaze with a surprised look - Shiro blushes at being caught watching his lover sleep - and then smiles, reaching up to cup his cheek and bring him down for a kiss.

Re: Jayne, Simon, Mal - A Fine Art

[mad_madam_m]

<3 I am very glad to hear that, considering I haven't watched the show in years and I've never written any of them! XD

[last_haven]

"Here," she says, jamming something onto his head and then conjures a mirror because they both know that he'd take whatever it is off his head if he can't examine it soon.

A ring of giant wine red roses, delicate cherry pink blossoms, dark dahlias, and even a few sprigs of cypress (his plant) rests on his brow--it is a work of excellent handicraft and a labor of love.

It is wilting already on his head, as does every plant he ever touches.

He purses his lips and touches the blossoms, smiling to himself as he hears her gasp as the blossoms crystallize from plants to gems. "These," he murmurs as she laughs in delight at the sparkling crown, "will last longer."

She beams; he reminds himself to make her a matching one before she goes home this spring.

[dragonofeternal]

Oh this is awesome!!! What a perfect mix of romantic and violent... plus I'm always a sucker for helmsman stuff. This is such a tantalizing glimpse of this au. I love it!

[kalira]

Oh, this is so sweet and perfect, thank you! 🖤 Even to the slightly bittersweet note of the flowers wilting immediately. And the matching gemstone flower crowns is just a beautiful image.

Re: Jayne, Simon, Mal - A Fine Art

[kalira]

Good job! (Somehow so fitting then that it was for my prompt you wrote for the first time about the very first thing we ever spoke about. XD)

Wrestling, Finn Balor/Prince Devitt

[d_generate_girl]

You'll never be a main-eventer, you're too small, you'll never hold a championship again, stay in the midcard and film cute videos with Bayley, just keep smiling...

They see the King, when Finn lets him out - Balor is the only reason they still fear Finn, the shadow lurking behind his eyes, the snarling mouth on his chest, a heartbeat in the background.

They've forgotten the Prince, that dead-eyed feral assassin; they have forgotten, they think him dead and buried, and thus he's Finn's final threat...or final resort.

[mad_madam_m]

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

Alec bolts straight up from a dead sleep to see Parker standing in the doorway of their bedroom, wearing a green elf costume and a striped hat and holding a cardboard box.

"Oh good, you're awake!" she says brightly. "I've already got the tree up and Eliot went out to get lights and garland. Now come on, sleepyhead! You've got to help me decorate. I've got all the ornaments!"

She shakes the box, which Alec can now see is actually filled with several thousand dollars' worth of expensive jewelry.

"I...Parker, it's NOVEMBER FIRST!" Alec yells, but she's already prancing back into the living room, humming "Jingle Bells" as she goes.

Re: The King Returns (Merlin (BBC)-ish)

[rthstewart]

I had the same delighted reaction. It's great that Percy is Percival and I love the golden light and his pratliness in all his glory. Snarky Merlin is the best Merlin!

[alice_pike]

You don't hear voices, not anymore.

The swells roar as they crash into your bones; the wind howls as it whips against your skin; the sea itself is incessant chatter in your ears, the white noise of a language you will never learn to speak.

The human body is sixty percent water: it is your mistake to think that something without lungs cannot breathe.

[rthstewart]

This is the perfect dichotomy, paradox of Eleanor and Henry. No one can wound them as they wound each other and you capture their love hate love wonderfully. Thank you for this fill.

[scarletcorvid]

"He followed me home," Luna threw her arms around the neck of her latest rescue. "Can we keep him?"

Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Luna, I highly doubt a Hippogriff just followed you home."

"I've decided to name him Brandybuck."

[alice_pike]

Nadia asks why he records everything, why he commits his days of Galran enslavement and seemingly futile resistance to memory. He can only half-express that humans have always endured, that the sun has always risen, and that when this over, they should always know where they've come from.

"This is a rebellion, isn't it?" he asks her. "We have to have something to save."

[scarletcorvid]

Apparently, the correct way to respond to a demon goddess’ threat that she could cause you and your brother to swap bodies was not ‘prove it.’

“Brother,” Thor said balefully,” I do not know if I can handle being in your body, it is puny and most awkward for me.”

“Oh shut up, you over-muscled buffon.”

[rthstewart]

That's just... perfectly both of them.

[candlesinthewell]

I wasn’t expecting anyone to fill this prompt, and I’m glad you did, because this is pretty much perfect, and I love it.

The constancy of suppliers and shipping tables eased her business; the constancy of rooms draped in darkness eased her heart. The Duchess was petty and proud and more obsessed with her mysteries than any Roser, and yet, she was a constant.

Hah, yes, that’s exactly how I think the Widow would see things. <3

Teen Wolf, Stiles, Fix It

[mad_madam_m]

Stiles hits the ground and it knocks the wind out of him; it takes a solid five minutes of coughing before he can breathe normally again, longer than that before the dizziness of the travel wears off.

Shakily, he gets to his feet and sees the Hale House standing in front of him, stately and new and not even remotely the burned-out shell he remembers.

He thinks of Derek, of Cora, of the whole family destined to die, and stalks toward the house with his jaw set.

This time, this time, he's going to fix it.

[rthstewart]

BWHAAAAA

[neverseenher]

Around foster home number six, and after juvie stint number one, Wynonna shows up at Waverly's bedroom window for the kid's ninth birthday. Her belly is hot with whisky, her eye swollen in a purple bruise, and she's sure her smile must be crooked, shaky, fake as hell, but goddamn, she's here.

"Wynonna!" As soon as she's inside, her little sister flings herself into her arms, uncaring of her rain-soaked hair or muddy leather jacket. "You're here."

"'Course, baby girl. It's you. Where else would I be?"

[scarletcorvid]

The alien spacecraft lifted off from the Antarctic, gaining sped as it left earth’s atmosphere and headed across space to parts unknown.

“I told you,” Mulder pointed out.

Scully shot him a withering look. “So help me God, Mulder, if we ever get home I’m going to shoot you in a much more delicate place this time.”