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: Instructions Not Included (Teen Wolf)

[meridian_rose]

LOL that's wonderful!

Re: Persona 4, Naoto and Chie, Curry

[meridian_rose]

Fun fill :)

[meridian_rose]

:) I really want to write Orville fic but I haven't quite managed it yet and this was a nice way to dip my toe in :)

Fill: Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha

[runespoor]

"The first time I met my Fate, we fought," Nanoha tells their daughter; it’s Vivio’s second favorite bedtime story, after the story of how she was adopted: like that one, it is a hard story with a happy ending. The lamp on the bedside table burnishes Nanoha’s brown hair to a golden aura, as warm as her voice; it reminds Fate of their first visit to a museum, Nanoha gasping and tugging at her hand, and Fate falling in a contemplation in front of Renaissance paintings.

"Her eyes were so sad… I wanted to be her friend," Nanoha murmurs; and her words, as always, make Fate’s heart grow tender, more tender than the bruises she wore as child.

Fill: FFVII

[runespoor]

"You should join Don Corneo," they tell her, "pretty girl like you, you’d make a pretty penny!"

"Flowers go for cheaper," Aerith sing-songs, leaning closer and then leaning away. As long as she makes them see the sun in her smiles, so rare under the Plate, they’ll keep buying, and she won’t need to say goodbye to her marigolds.

Original

[reccyls]

Salyss holds her arms up to the light, showing off skin so pale it is nearly translucent, dark veins tracing rivers down her forearms. Carinault thinks he sees one of them move, subtly, undulating like a worm.

"I thought I was immune," she says with a rueful smile, something with little lamprey teeth chewing its way out of her cheek.

[rosage]

When she was alone in her room, Jester would doodle on her walls so the Traveler would come to see.

When she is alone in battle, he appears as her shield, his presence cold but as solid as the others think he isn't, blooming warmth in her heart.

When she sits alone in her cabin, her knees drawn to her chest, she assumes he is sending the waves to rock her, gently, like a mama with her child.

Re: Fill

[glorious_spoon]

Oh, wow. This is chilling and lovely.

Star Wars, Kylo/Rey, future fic

[meridian_rose]

Rey's fingers stroked Ben's hair – Ben, not Kylo, not now and never again – as he wept into her lap. She had fought Kylo with her cunning and her skill, but she had saved Ben with love. The love she felt for him, the reminder of his parents' love which he'd once turned away from, the love he'd longed for but thought himself unworthy of; it was love that had killed Kylo and let Ben be reborn.

[reccyls]

Aaaaaaah, Jester T__T
I love this so much, thank you! Aughhh that last line, like a mama with her child T_____T

[glorious_spoon]

They fit together strangely: the prince, the Tarkheena, and the fisherman's son.

(He was not your father, Corin tells him again and again, his wounded face like looking in a mirror; it's true, and Cor doesn't deny it, but it's also true that he knows more about gutting fish than ruling a kingdom and he doesn't know how to explain that to Corin, who has never known anything else.)

Aravis understands a little bit better; she knows what it's like to leave an entire life behind, and knows that even a better place still sometimes feels like a suit of clothes that doesn't quite fit.

[glorious_spoon]

Stranger Things; Steve Harrington; stuck in a time loop

Re: Love

[sawthefaeriequeen]

Seriously though. Most beautiful cartoon eyes I've ever seen.

[nyctanthes]

This is wonderful.

[rosage]

"You should see the other guy," Caleb says with a quarter of a smile at Beau.

"He also covered in your blood?"

"Ja."

[isabellerecs]

Well, this is lovely. And look at you giving me feels about a book I haven't read in twenty years. ;)

[ultra_fic]

I think 'very intriguing and slightly ominous' describes River perfectly ;)

Re: Fill: FFVII

[setsuntamew]

oh this is lovely :0

[setsuntamew]

thank you!!! I love letting Roxas know more than he lets on; keeps things snarky and interesting :D

[booksarelife]

Definitely

Welcome to PHU, Pawel & Janusz

[tryslora]

[Tiny fandom, more than three sentences, thank you for the inspiration!]

"I've been looking into camps for Conor--"

Right. Because Pawel's supposed to be spending the summer months with his father, and that'll help keep his son occupied. "If we live that long," Pawel mutters, head down on the desk rather than looking into the webcam or at his father's face on the screen.

Silence.

A cough.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Pawel?" Janusz asks, and Pawel might be almost thirty, but that's still the fatherly voice that requires an honest answer.

Pawel looks at him. "Remember the soul-sucking shadows and the unexpected dragon? Add in misplaced soulmarks with unexpected soulmates, Lineage Talents who are Emerging with new Talents, storms that are shattering the weather patterns of the northeast, and oh yeah, the possibility that there is an actual multiverse with yes, multiple worlds with people who can travel to them--" He stops abrupt, drops his head on the desk again, groaning. "It all happens at once. I don't know how to protect these kids."

"Is it your job to protect them?" Janusz asks quietly.

And that's the big question, the one that even the kids keep asking. There isn't so much different between Pawel and them--he's ten years older than the freshmen, only four years older than Mac. But he's the professor, which means... "Yes," he mutters. "Someone has to do it. So it doesn't matter if the world keeps exploding with one damned thing after another. It's my job to try to hold it together and keep them safe."

[runespoor]

This is gorgeous. I love the imagery (and the blink and you'll miss it KH reference). The ending line's bittersweet and wonderful, and I think that's one reason I love the specific reference you did. Tears are salty too.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The Borgias, Cesare/Lucrezia

[meridian_rose]

Cesare may claim that he is driven by faith, that everything he does is God's will. It is untrue, for his ambition is not holy, though frequently tolerated and often sanctioned by the Holy Father. Behind that burning ambition however is another deep desire, the passion he holds for Lucrezia, a love that he clings to through the darkest of days and longest of nights, his faith in and fealty for his sister stronger than any other belief.

Fill: Kingdom Hearts, Demyx/Zexion

[setsuntamew]

The Superior told them to forget everyone stationed at Castle Oblivion. They were weak, useless traitors, not worthy of being considered members of Organization XIII anymore. In other words, move one.

Demyx laughs it off around everyone else, but avoids any other conversations to avoid the ache in his chest.

There's a silence in his room, in the halls, in every little place they used to be together, and Demyx fills it with the discordant sounds of unfinished songs, plucking away at his sitar for hours between missions.

The days bleed into one another with nothing to break up the monotony, no one that sees him as anything but a nuisance, and Demyx all but forgets what it's like to have even the barest hint of emotions anymore.

In the depths of the Underworld, he gets stung with remembrance: an absent silhouette containing a flat mockery of Zexion, a computer simulation built of nothing but the drive to fight the keyblade wielder, and somehow that's worse than nothing at all.

[yalumesse]

<3