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]

MCU, Bruce/Natasha, don't dare jump without me/i'm not good on my own

[vialethe]

Greek Mythology, Cassandra & Paris/Helen, but maybe she loves you/and i'm just a preacher

[betony]

"What would you know," Paris sneers, "of love, little sister? Virgin priestess, sworn to the gods, beyond any man's reach?"

Cassandra does not flinch at the words, not anymore; instead she smiles, slow and sharp, and bends to kiss Paris' bride on her fair brow.

"If love is deemed beyond my ability to grant," she murmurs, frowning, "then that leaves me only one passion to wish you;" and Helen, who has learned what it is to hate from one husband already, flinches.

[last_haven]

Greek myth, Apollo/Hycanithus, earn your happy ending

[(Anonymous)]

Twelfth Night/Comedy of Errors crossover, Any, the wrong twin

[ernest]

“I have ever lived under two shadows,” explains Dromio, “my brother’s and my master’s. Will I never be my own man?”

She answers with her own story: “I tried to become my brother, but Cesario turned out to be someone altogether different.”

[(Anonymous)]

Much Ado About Nothing, Dogberry, the right words for the occasion

[(Anonymous)]

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Titania/Bottom, And I will purge thy mortal grossness so/That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

[ernest]

True, Bully Bottom always did blow hot air, so why should he not become wholly one with that element? He laughs loud and sharp, and then marvels at his own voice – was it always so like a bray, and did so many notes ever crash upon each other’s shores in that melodious discord?
More to the point, this Titania is a queen of thoughts in a realm where intention is action, so will this new life without a form mean a life without a voice? (Perish the thought, or perish him!)

[(Anonymous)]

A Midsummer Night's Dream/The Merry Wives of Windsor crossover, Falstaff encounters real fairies while dressed as Herne the Hunter

[tehsharkie]

Good Omens, any, 2018 Queen resurgence

[ironyoxide]

Upper Tadfield's been closed for years; the runway's being used as a giant car park. Crowley and Aziraphale are sitting in in ugly little pub that used to be the base's auto hobby shop, when "Who Wants to Live Forever" comes on the jukebox.

They both look at each other, look at the bartender, and, smiling, slowly raise their hands.

[d_generate_girl]

Any fandom, any characters, send my love to your new lover.

The Arcana

[reccyls]

"They look happy," says Asra quietly, watching his former apprentice dance with Princess Navra, bedecked in only the finest cloths and jewelry the palace has to offer. "I'm glad they have you, Nadi."

Nadia sees the melancholy in his smile. "They were happy with you, too, Asra," she says, certainty in every word. "What is in the present does not negate that."

His smile does not lose any of its ache, but something softer does join it. That is probably the best she can do for now.

[d_generate_girl]

Penny Dreadful, Mina Murray and/or Brona Croft, living dead girl.

[celeste9]

Venom (2018), Eddie/Anne/Dan, waking up

[rosage]

Critical Role, Beau/Jester, "It's not fine"

[(Anonymous)]

"Why not?" Jester counters, with an infuriating shrug. "If everyone is happy, and talking about my stupid sad feelings will just ruin that, then why should I ever talk about it, y'know?" She gives a wobbly smile. "It is fine, and I will be fine, eventually. I always am."

"No," Beau says, brushing back a lock of Jester's hair with a shaky hand, the callused skin of her knuckles grazing her cheek, "no, Jess, because if you're secretly sad, then I'm not happy. I want to be there if you're hurting, even if I can't fix it."

[spyrograph]

Orville/Star Trek crossover, any, “The Prime Directive is just about as useful as the Three Laws of Robotics.”

[meridian_rose]

"In that while there are limitations and that as our understanding grows and we evolve, our rules and ethics evolve?" Picard asked.
Ed gaped a moment before saying, "Yes, that's what I meant."
It hadn't been, but then he wasn't entirely sure what he'd meant besides trying to sound intelligent and debonair in order to impress "The" Jean-Luc Picard, a hard task when he was utterly star struck and somewhat drunk.

[spyrograph]

Supernatural/Hellsing crossover, any, “Whose side are you on?”

Hunter's Paths Cross

[kalira]

"Whose side are you on?" Dean demanded, eyes narrowed and hands steady on the shotgun - although it didn't appear to have phased the man before him, even when Dean could see the far wall through the bleeding holes in his body.

A tilt of the head and then Dean swallowed as blood red eyes met his own and a fang-filled grin spread across a face that was entirely too narrow for it. "Side?" the creature chuckled. "I am in the service of the Hellsing Organization. Who do you call master, little hunting dog?"

[spyrograph]

Macbeth, the witches, pulp sci-fi AU

[desertscribe]

The battle outside the moon base was winding down, but the three rogue scientists paid no heed to the slowing pace of laser blasts any more than they had noted the fighting while at its height, because they were too busy taking turns releasing microdrones into the vortex before them until the tachyon field finally stabilized, allowing them infinite views of possible futures to come, some beneficial, some neutral, and some to be avoided at all costs. For all their amazing technology, the scientists could not use their titanium machines to directly control the probability nodes to achieve the outcomes they wanted, could not even use those machines to influence them at all, but humans were just organic machines which could be set to the task instead, and even now the security monitors showed a woman whose presence blazed brightly against the closest turning points in history and whose cocky swagger continued even while wandering lost in the facility's maze of hallways and airlocks. As the woman passed the laboratory, Dr. Tercera Wytch opened the laboratory door's safety seals and called out, "Hail, Macbeth, Captain of the Glamis, Commander of the Cawdor fleet, and Empress of the Planetary Confederation hereafter!

[spyrograph]

Homestuck/Star Trek crossover, any, first contact

[coinmanatee]

"And this," Geordi said, gesturing at the warp core, "Is the true heart of the ship."

The Alien gazed up at the warp core, uncomprehending, and Geordi sighed; so much for advanced civilization if they didn't recognise a warp core when they saw one.

The Psiioniic looked into a chamber that on Alternia would hold a person and in the federation was just a chamber of glowing blue energy. He pushed a wave of his own force into the core, lighting it up crimson and royal blue. The head engineer yelled, as the readings went haywire.

The Psiioniic grinned, feeling the Enterprise all around him, hello

"II'm goiing to liike iit here."

[ernest]

COUNTER/Weight, Mako Trig + any, "what are you going to do with all those robots!?"

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Gargoyles (TV), Elisa/Goliath, wind beneath my wings

[lady_katana4544]

On AO3

If there was one thing that Elisa decided that she didn't mind from the change between human and Gargoyle, it was that she found that enjoyed the feeling of wind moving beneath her wings.

Being able to fly with Goliath gave her a look into the world of the Gargoyle race and what it was like to fly. She found it exhilarating and exciting to experience as she leans over to kiss Goliath's cheek while they fly together and he gives her a soft look in return.

It had initially been odd, but she didn't want to lose the memory of this time spent with Goliath.

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Looney Tunes, Wile E. Coyote, thesis advisor at MIT

[syrena_of_the_lake]

The Hobbit, Smaug, hoarding instinct

Holding a Hoard

[kalira]

Smaug woke to the tiny scratchings of some creature thinking they could make their way into his mountain. He stretched and curled his tail, winding it possessively around the outermost edge of a slope of clinking gold, nearest the narrow passageway some small, grasping creature might make their way through, if they dared.

It was almost amusing, Smaug thought in his half-sleep, buried deep in his heaps of precious possessions, watching the lesser creatures struggle and lose themselves to acquisitive desires they could not master.

[syrena_of_the_lake]

I, Robot (Asmiov stories); any character; neural networks are weird

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Chronicles of Narnia, Sallowpad, spycraft

[rthstewart]

To Susan, the Raven proposes an extraordinary ploy -- that they insert Talking Mice, Rats, and Birds into foreign courts where their gossip might be overhead to sow uncertainty, foment dissent, and spread lies of Narnia's invincibility and magical protections; spies could spread gossip to be overheard that attacking Narnia is a dark and dangerous enterprise for she is protected by a mighty god who cast out an enchantress so powerful she commanded the weather.

"Why did you come to me with this, Sallowpad, and not the High King, or King Edmund, or my sister?" Susan asks.

The Raven ruffles his feathers and answers with a harsh croak, "Because, Queen Susan, I believe that you," and Sallowpad pauses so that Susan can fill in the word 'you alone' "would approve of these measures for the protection of Narnia."

[syrena_of_the_lake]

J. R. R. Tolkien’s Father Christmas Letters; North Polar Bear; goblin runes and fireworks

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Indiana Jones, Indy, there was more to Egyptian mythology than mummies

[desertscribe]

When he was eight or nine, someone at a dig site had given him a copy of a passage of hieroglyphics and told him to use it for some entertaining vocabulary practice he would not get from reading tomb inscriptions or the enormous palace walls where the ancient pharaohs boasted of their prowess in combat but not to mention it to his father, and once Indy completed the translation he could understand the reason for the warning.

It was an amusing story, but Indy mostly forgot about it until they were back home where they could eat uncooked greens without having to worry about catching dysentery, at which point he found himself looking uncomfortably between his plate and one specific artifact among the portion of the collection which his father had very unfortunately chosen to display on shelves lining the walls of the dining room.

When his father demanded to know why he was not eating, Indy, remembering that a boy his age probably should not have read such a story, prevaricated for as long as he could, but under continued pressure he blurted out, "That statue of Horus has been staring at my salad, and I don't trust him!"

[(Anonymous)]

Any fandom, any, I'm gonna go get blitzed on ibuprofen

MCU, Sam & Bucky or SamBucky, Sparring

[mad_madam_m]

Sam drags himself into the apartment, every single muscle screaming in pain like he hasn't felt since boot camp years ago.

Bucky, the chipper asshole, claps him on the shoulder and doesn't even look remotely like he's been at the gym for the past four hours. "Spar again tomorrow?"

Sam glares at him with every ounce of irritation he can muster. "I'm gonna go get blitzed on ibuprofen, sit in the bath for two hours, and then tomorrow, I'm gonna kick your ass."