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: [Miraculous Ladybug] heedless of the wind and weather (trans!Adrien, CN: misgendering)

[alexseanchai]

indeed

(I cannot be arsed to figure out whether this iteration is Catherine/she, Catherine/they, or whichever pronouns and some other name. this is why it's in an out-of-the-loop PoV. but yeah.)

[ernest]

any, any, "MY CABBAGES!"

[ernest]

Narnia, Susan, Here I stand, and here I'll stay

[mad_madam_m]

Thank you so much dear <3 <3

[lady_katana4544]

On AO3

"Will you expect for me?"

It isn't a truthful query that she's asking of him as she gently palms his left cheek, but rather a wordplay for the watchful escort sent by her mother that is always waiting for her on the other end of the Styx.

They haven't caught on yet to the game that Persephone and Hades are playing with each other at each parting. She kisses his hand lightly as Persephone takes the silver gilded flower from him.

"Always," Hades promises softly turning around in the boat to face the way back to his kingdom alone with only the river guide for company.

He glances down at the blue-grey shawl that she always leaves with him and quietly inhales her scent to fortify himself for the long lonely nights.

[lady_katana4544]

On AO3

"Why have you come to me now, Leia?"

Her name is his voice, still sounds foreign and strange to her ears, but there is no other choice for her to be in his presence. In this place, there is no one else that she would ask this deed of it.

He would sense any attempt to lie directly to his face as he had many times before.

She glares at him with flashing eyes.

"I have a way for you to make amends with me, Father."

A brief moment of hurt and surprise is what she senses that she would address him in such a way. She lets him past the erected barriers of her mind and senses his anger as he glares at her in the physical world.

"I will not. You cannot ask this of me, General Organa." He snarls ominously through his breathing mask.

"You wish to make amends. Then do what no one is able or strong enough to do."

For their tainted bloodline, she knows of no one else alive who can do what she is asking of him now.

[lady_katana4544]

On AO3

The first kiss leaves a delightful tingle in Yasha's lips as she pulls back from Jester, tasting electricity along her tingling mouth and Jester hardly looks any less affected.

Her hair is disheveled and staticky as lightning crackles every so often along the lines of her smaller body.

"Was that alright?" Jester asks as the air around them feels electrified as though waiting for Yasha's answer.

"Yes. Though I wouldn't mind it if we kiss some more," Yasha eventually answers softly, gently squeezing one of Jester's hands.

"Sounds good to me," Jester responds with a grin before gently kissing Yasha once more.

[rthstewart]

1. As the funerals go by in a haze of too many details, grief, and empty platitudes about God, Susan is just sensible enough to notice and wonder at what she cannot wholly account for – their widowed neighbor, Mrs. Goodwin, inconsolable in wild, bubbling grief, the odd bohemians leaving poems wrapped around flowers, the philosophy tutor speaking admiringly of her mother (and no mention of her father), ladies from secretarial pools across London, and the prominent editor of a women’s weekly who sends a beautiful wreath, a thoughtful note, shakes her hand, and murmurs sincere condolences that Susan appreciates immensely at the time but cannot remember an hour later. Others vaguely more familiar also come -- Embassy staff from their time in Washington, local tradesmen and women, and incredibly, even Lord Halifax, comes to pay his august respects. It is as she sends the last hollow note of thanks that Susan realizes just how many people, most who she did not know and never met, came to grieve for her mother.


2. Susan had known, intellectually, that Helen Williams Pevensie was, much like herself, clever, secretive, organized, prepared, meticulous, conversational, brutally practical, and competent; Susan even grudgingly acknowledges that she had learned first from her mother – and not Narnia – the importance of putting on faces (and gloves, lipstick, hair done just so, local customs and conventions always observed, oh yes – Susan’s own black dress, gloves, hat and veil, stockings, handbag and pumps came from her mother’s closet, carefully stored in a box under the plainly inked label funerals).

However, it is only as she sorts through the detritus of her family’s lives that she finds answers in the things her mother had hidden (and of course she hid them, as Susan herself has done) – the poetry and stories submitted (and accepted) under pseudonyms to literary magazines, the sage advice columns and thoughtfully penned responses to grieving wives, young mothers with fussy babies, and women trying to make-do with too little (also under pseudonyms and all meticulously filed and cross-referenced on file cards with the recipes and household accounting); and last, at the very bottom of the sewing basket, under mending that would now never be repaired, there are notes to Mrs. Goodwin – Beatrice -- so exquisitely passionate and explicit, they make Susan herself blush.

Susan weeps, rages, and then what comes after is not acceptance for she will never accept senseless death, but resolve – she rejects life as the once and always and never again Queen and resolves to create as her mother did, love as her mother did, curate, cultivate and share wisdom as her mother did, but to live the life her mother did not get to live, unapologetically and without the shame.

[Miraculous Ladybug] from what I've tasted of desire

[alexseanchai]

It seems Gabriel Agreste has never paid as much attention to Adrien, nor Hawkmoth to Chat Noir, as either party believed: Chat Noir has exactly one response to threats to Ladybug's life, regardless of their source, and that is kill it with fire.

"CHAT WILL YOU TAKE A FUCKING CHILL PILL," bellows the one remaining voice (since the other just opted himself out—retroactively at that—and hasn't noticed yet) who can temper Chat Noir's actions; Ladybug probably has more than three-fourths of a plan worked out to reclaim the errant Miraculouses and get everyone out alive, which Chat should at least listen to—

Chat Noir skids to a stop, not close enough to Ladybug, too far for Hawkmoth's cane to reach him, and if not too far for his baton to reach Hawkmoth then certainly far enough physics will oppose him in the attempt: "But if it had to perish twice," he says with icy calm, and observes his lady catch his meaning; his father, he observes, does not.

[rosage]

This is so cute, thank you!!

[alexseanchai]

...do I spy a queer Helen

do I spy a queer Susan

this is tremendously sad but also resonant and in a way hopeful and an absolute delight

[rthstewart]

Like mother, like daughter. I queered Helen in the Christmas chapters of AW -- with all the men away/dead, lots of women shared homes and beds and the incidence of same sex relations became very, very common. It was all documented in a survey conducted right after the war but the results were suppressed for 50 years as deemed to be too controversial. The incidence of same sex relations (both men and women) were higher during and after the War than in 2005. Thank you!

[ernest]

ahhhh, this is incredible! I love Susan so much, and I love Helen tooooo! "but to live the life her mother did not get to live, unapologetically and without the shame" yessss.

[alexseanchai]

:D :D :D

Re: Barehanded

[syrena_of_the_lake]

“Ponies, llamas, rabbits,” Williams recited to Silvanus’s growing dismay, “maybe pigs and chickens — oh, and goats.”

“Goats,” repeated Silvanus, “like Aberforth keeps at the Hog’s Head?”

“Er,” said Williams eloquently, because of course she wasn’t old enough to patronize the Hog’s Head, so of course she and her friends had already been there on a dare, and she knew firsthand that those goats were hard-headed, mean-tempered bullies that absolutely would not be allowed in a petting zoo.

[lady_katana4544]

On AO3

He watches Drusilla dance under the cold, bright light of the stars content to observe her dancing from the shadow patio roof. After a moment, he eventually realizes that she is humming a tune to herself that he doesn't know as she moves through the courtyard under starlight.

A light touch on his forearm draws his attention from the beginnings of wandering thoughts to meet her gaze. Drusilla smiles sweetly and chuckles softly upon realizing that she has his full attention.

"Will you come dance with us under the starlight, my love?"

He was never one for denying Drusilla anything.

"Yes."

NCIS (Ziva; implied Ziva/Tony/Tim)

[lady_katana4544]

On AO3

Her father taught them to do whatever it would take to complete the mission given to them; that too was how they did things in their organization under her father's leadership.

Ziva knows that she will do whatever it takes to make sure her work gets completed.

She glances over her shoulder at Tony and Tim sprawled out across the bed behind her, vowing that they won't distract her from completing her missions stateside.

UPDATE FROM THE MOD!

[rthstewart]

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!

[vialethe]

This is so perfectly Susan - taking the mothering role to bury her own (very reasonable!) anxiety about their situation.

[lady_katana4544]

You're quite welcome! <3

Re: [Miraculous Ladybug] from what I've tasted of desire

[edenfalling]

Sunshine kitty has his breaking points, yeah.

Re: [Miraculous Ladybug] from what I've tasted of desire

[alexseanchai]

truth

Re: Inspiration (Sirius/Remus)

[lady_katana4544]

I enjoyed reading this little fill of yours. :) <3 Thank you for filling my prompt.

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel

[dreamsofspike]

Sam is studying in the library, alone, when the peaceful quiet is broken by the soft hum of electricity, as the warm glow of the lights flickers in and out for a moment, and he knows - Gabriel's having another nightmare.

He makes his way swiftly through the shadowed halls and into the angel's bedroom, stopping at his side in the dark and slipping beneath the covers as he wraps himself around the smaller, trembling form.

"Shh, I've got you," he whispers, smiling through tears as already, he feels the tremors easing at nothing more than the sound of his own voice. "You're okay, I'm here... I'm here."

Re: Inspiration (Sirius/Remus)

[kalira]

Thank you! 🖤 Glad you enjoyed it.