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

[vialethe]

Narnia, Susan/Edmund, we were family pulled from the flood/you tore the floorboards up/and let the river rush in

[alice_pike]

She's not quite old enough to live on her own, but she is a queen, and she will make what she wants. Their mother asks Susan only once if she was sure that she wanted Edmund to live with her, and wouldn't he be more suited with his brother? The look on Susan's face must have been enough.

If they couldn't have Narnia, they could at least have this, and no one in either world could stop them.

[vialethe]

Greek Mythology, Hades/Persephone, and everything i ever did/was just another way to scream your name

[last_haven]

When she cried, he placed a crown on her head and kissed her toes. When she turned away, he grew a garden out of dead earth to soothe her woes.

But when she was called to leave, he watched her give into her hunger at last and kept silent because when you give so much and receive so little, you'll take what you can get.

[vialethe]

Historical RPF, Anne Neville/Richard III, my love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball/wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall

[betony]

"A man with sense," George warns over his third glass of wine, "would set his sights elsewhere. Ned's no end of pretty girls he might introduce you to, and none of them, little brother, have the misfortune to be daughter of one traitor and wife of another."

A man of sense might, Richard agrees, but such a man would never have felt a fraction of what he has for the Kingmaker's sun-kissed daughter, who burns like a flame that he cannot resist, who draws him ever closer towards the disaster George promises.

[nocowardsoul]

any, any, victory

Trojan War Cycle

[betony]

Agamemnon pours wine and burns sacrifices to the gods in celebration of their victory, and Odysseus pauses to consider what they've won: a burning city, the wails of women, a child no older than Telemachus when he last saw him dead at his hands.

"Your eyes," Diomedes says at his shoulder. "They burn. What ails you, my friend?"

"Nothing," Odysseus lies. "Only the smoke."

[shinon]

d'Artagnan Romances (Dumas); Aramis & or / Porthos; regrets

[ernest]

Narnia, girl!Edmund, crafted from ice

Cold and Light

[edenfalling]

They say the Pevensies weren't four when they came to Narnia -- or if they were, the second sister died in Winter's last gasp. They say the younger queen is a construct of snow sculpted by the Witch and slipped in as a spy, that the prophecy of four thrones has yet to be fulfilled, that the false queen is merely biding her time until she can summon her maker once more.

Edith Pevensie sits in her chambers in Cair Paravel, a mirror of ice in her hands, and laughs as the rumors spread, and split, and recombine; what does it matter that this body was spun from snow by her murderer's hands, when the Lion rescued her soul and gave her a second chance at life, and her family welcomed her home?

[ernest]

Narnia/Catcher in the Rye, Susan and or / Holden, the art of stillness

[tomakeanoffer]

any fandom (or original), any, show me the way to Redemption's door

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, William/Drusilla

[thenewbuzwuzz]

Night-cloakéd Lady, I thee implore:
show me the way to Redemption's door.

I have offended by failing to soar, for
a Man mote not live as a meek Herbivore.

T'nite m' fears do not rule me, they're bound like th' Erymanthian Boar;
o come make a blade of me, I am your ore!...

[tomakeanoffer]

any fandom (or original), any, all the mistakes a man can make, must they all be wrong?

Tiger & Bunny, Kotetsu/Barnaby, Mistake

[mad_madam_m]

Falling in love with Bunny is a mistake for more reasons than Kotetsu can list, and he knows about mistakes. He's been making them regularly for most of his life, and at least a solid half of them got recorded and broadcast on live television.

And like all the other mistakes, no matter how good his intentions or how much he knows he shouldn't, he goes ahead and does it anyway.

[tomakeanoffer]

any fandom (or original), any, I can make you want me, make you need me, make you mine.

Labyrinth

[desertscribe]

"Be careful, Sarah, because this is my final proposition to you," Jareth said, his mismatched eyes flashing against the background of the howling magical maelstrom which surrounded but did not touch them, "and if you reject me one more time, then you will come to understand too late how merciful I have truly been up until now, because I have given you the option of joining me of your own free will, but should I choose to, I can make you want me, make you need me, make you mine whether you want it or not."

"No, you cannot," Sarah said simply in a voice which once upon a time might have shaken at the enormity of her statement but had long ago had all fear tempered out of it, leaving only cold iron behind, which as everyone knows is the deadliest weapon one can wield against the fey, "because there are rules which even you must follow, and even if there were not, you still would not have that power over me." Then she turned on her heel and walked away back to reality while the world of the Underground shattered around her, and along with it, its king.

[tomakeanoffer]

any fandom (or original), any, feel no glory, feel no pain.

Fill: Chuubo's Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine

[runespoor]

When he was younger, Leonardo took his heart out of his chest, and put it in the sky – it’s not a real Sun, and it’s not as good the one that died, but good enough, until the heir of the sun is grown enough to take her throne. Leonardo’s heartless, now; in the sky, his heart still burns, but he can’t feel it.

When he looks at Chuubo, the sun shines brighter, and Leonardo tells himself he’s glad no-one knows it’s his heart up there.

[celeste9]

Star Wars, Poe/any, his mother's ring

Loves Like This

[vialethe]

“Tell me about her,” Rey demands, and listens, utterly enraptured, until his voice breaks down in the telling of all his mother’s exploits.

“I want to be just like her,” she sighs, and pushes a drink into his hand, all the better for him to keep talking.

Poe just laughs, and drinks, and reflects that he’s chosen pretty well; of all the women in the galaxy, he’s found one that cares more about who his mother was than about her ring, sparkling up from Rey’s hand.

[celeste9]

Inside Llewyn Davis, Llewyn/Mike, longing

[celeste9]

Star Wars, Poe & BB-8, partnership

that mad game (Star Wars, BB-8 gen)

[possibilityleft]

Sometimes Beebee wondered what Poe did before Beebee was built -- surely he didn't run around without a backup plan all the time, or how would his fragile, squishy body have survived?

Of course, nowadays most of the time Beebee was Poe's backup plan, and although Beebee was very resourceful, and indeed the smartest BB unit that Poe had ever met (so Poe had said, and he never lied to Beebee on purpose), he worried that one of these days his backup plan wasn't going to be enough.

Poe always said they'd go down swinging if that was the case, rubbing that spot on Beebee's head that somehow felt especially nice, and even though Beebee was a bit confused by that ancient metaphor, he thought the two of them would be okay as they kept swinging at the same time.

[celeste9]

The Flash, Barry/Iris/Eddie, distraction

[celeste9]

Supergirl, Kara/Mon-El, adrenaline

[celeste9]

CW Arrowverse, Barry/Kara/Oliver, hope

[celeste9]

Star Wars, Finn/Kylo Ren, scars

[tehsharkie]

Fallen London, Mr Pages, "if I had to pick a human"

[candlesinthewell]

They are odd creatures, all: flighty, fleeting, though there is occasional magnificence in their scribings; even here, where time and death sit lightly, it does not pay to grow attached. But your claws skim across a story of love in common verse – the dying tale of one who watched the stars, all fond and never fearful – and for one fragmentary second, the arc of eternity lost is so briefly recaptured; you are not like Veils, all mad in your melancholy, but you have yearned, and you have striven in your chains, and in those words you see that they have yearned and striven too.

She, you think, who wrote this – could you take but one of them with you, when you fly again.

.

(I apologize for not even attempting to capture Pages’s... unique... vocabulary, and the poem he’s thinking of, if it isn’t obvious, is this one:

https://www.naic.edu/~gibson/poems/swilliams1.html)

[rosage]

The Arcana, Asra/MC, I will follow you into the dark

[reccyls]

"This is home, Asra, I have to at least try."

In another world, in another time, he had said, "If you want to stay here and throw your life away, fine!" and all he left behind was the angry slam of a door.

In this one, he sees his own fear mirrored in their eyes, but despite that they remain steadfast and sincere; in this one, he grabs their hand as if he could draw their strength into himself and feels how their fingers tremble just like his; in this one, he says, quietly, "Okay."

[rosage]

Fire Emblem 15, Faye/Silque, wedding

[shinon]

Ram Village had no resident priestess for the longest time, so weddings were done in the old style, secret sacraments in the forest clearing, hand tied to hand with a leather cord.

Faye looks at her bride over their bound hands, and Silque smiles back. Silque is their priestess now - they could have done this with ceremony, with all the approved hymns - but this is all Faye ever dreamed.

[ernest]

any sci-fi fandom, any, but i think it's gonna be alright, yes the worst is over now, the morning sun is shining like a red rubber ball!

[Miraculous Ladybug] all I have to give

[alexseanchai]

...it's still a speculative fiction canon, that's close enough, right?

The prison staff deliver Gabriel a small package labeled in his son's familiar handwriting, no return address, sender marked only as AA. For a moment Gabriel's heart leaps, but—someone has been through it already, of course, and anything potentially dangerous (or valuable, and anyone would identify the Miraculouses as at least one of the two, though which would rather depend on whether they knew what they held) will naturally have been confiscated.

It contains a small red bouncy ball, black dots painted on by (Gabriel supposes) his son's own hand, and a note: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxRfbJvjsN8 —Adrien Dupain-Cheng.

---

Adrien feints left past Nino, dribbles right, dodges Alya, passes the red basketball to Marinette, dodges Chloé, grabs Marinette's pass, jumps to shoot—

"And he scores—Team Punishment leads Team Badass 12–4!" cheers Alix from beside Kim on the half-court's sidelines. "Are we sure we don't want to make it a two-on-many game, Team Badass, because I feel like you could use some help here!"

[vialethe]

Greek Mythology, Aeneas/Cassandra, be careful of the curse that falls on your lovers

[betony]

Cassandra does not mourn her suitors.

Aeneas knows this, because he watches, because he would hate Coroebus and Othyroneus even more than he already does for causing her an instant of grief; but she whispers the words to set a soul to rest at their funeral games with the utmost serenity.

He would almost think it is so because she is too wise to worry about mortal things--until the day he stumbles on the battlefield, and catches a glimpse of her face (ashen, alien in its terror) as she watches from the ramparts.

[vialethe]

Greek Mythology, Hades/Persephone, i'm in the arch of the church/between her thumb and her forefinger/i will worship her

[ernest]

When she squeezes the seeds to see if they are ripe, Hades can feel it. He was never one for agriculture, more concerned with the things put below the ground than with anything that might spring up from it.
Now the calendar of the seasons is mapped clearly in his mind, each day closer to the one that will bring Persephone to him once more.

[vialethe]

Narnia, Pevensies, get together now/find hope/there is life beyond the one you already know

Hope

[kalira]

It's Susan first who wakes with the tears of a life gone without trace; Lucy slips silently from her bed and pads across the room to her sister, wrapping her in an embrace so much smaller than she remembers, but still holding all the reassurance and affection she can manage.

Days later it is Edmund as well, though his tears are silent, his once-more small and awkward frame wracked with shudders, and Lucy pulls Susan with her to his room, wrapping her small arms around them both and wishing she could shield her siblings with her own heart even as she chokes on longing for their lost home.

Another night Peter's arms suddenly join Lucy's, and she lifts her head in startlement to find a sad smile on her eldest brother's face as he hugs her just as tightly - Lucy smiles too, though tears still paint her cheeks; they are still together, and they have learned time and again that as long as this is so, they can face anything.