rthstewart | Three Sentence Ficathon

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Three Sentence Ficathon

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.

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Any fandom, any characters/pairing, cold hands

Orithyia's hands are always cold, here in the far north, so that they crack and chap in the stinging winds. Her husband brings her lotions and unguents from his travels to heal them, but she sets them aside scornfully; if it is suffering the gods have written in her destiny, as they must have, she will not dull it by accepting his belated attempts at kindness.

Orithyia's hands are always cold, here in the far north, except when her hot tears fall upon them; then, and only then, they are warm.

[Hetalia, Denmark/Norway. Late January, 1658; not long before the march across the belts.]

Norway barely acknowledges Denmark, who gasps upon taking his hands, exclaiming that they're freezing, that they're like ice, how in hell did he get like this, Nor wasn't out there very long, was he - but not to worry, he'll find a way to get him warm.

His mind is elsewhere, not listening as Denmark keeps going on: his thoughts are outside, where the wind is knife-sharp, and the cold sinks into the bones, and it feels deep enough to crack the teeth and frost the lashes and freeze the straits so solid that a whole host could cross without resistance.

"Have ourselves more to worry on than this, don't you think?" Norway says as he squeezes Denmark's hands, which are no warmer than his; and though his partner smiles it off and links their fingers together, he can see a flicker in his eyes, an acknowledgment of what surely must be impossible but – nevertheless – is quite a horrible thought.

Ha! Little do they know. Ah, this is great, it's so nice and warm!

Little do they know indeed. /)_(\ Ohhh dear.
Thank you, nonny!

"Say'ri, you're freezing," Tiki says, batting away Say'ri's hands. Say'ri grins and flicks the water from her fingers. It would have been an effective maneuver even without Tiki's dragon blood; with it, her victory was assured from the start.

"Your hands are freezing," Cora snaps.

Lydia huffs and pulls her hands away. "It's not like there's much I can do about that."

Cora grabs Lydia's hands and rubs them between her own. "Well, I can."

Lydia can honestly say she by far prefers this way of warming her hands up.

He pauses, holds back before he touches her, knowing his hands to be as cold as the winter that now falls to shroud the mortal world above in her absence.

Persephone doesn't hesitate, bold and bright as only shows more strongly in his realm of shadows and creeping shades. "Welcome me home, husband." she orders with a playful lilt, and clasps Hades' hands in her own to wrap his arms around her; she leans up against him, her soft body pressing close as he ardently embraces her.

Axel never has cold hands. The fire he controls keeps him warm, dancing just under his skin as they walk through the streets of Twilight Town. The temperature has dipped some but it's not bitterly cold, just blustery enough that Roxas is only a little jealous of Axel's ability to be his own space heater. The Organization uniform is warm enough.

A gust of wind whistles down the alleyway and Roxas backtracks on his opinions as a chill cuts through him. Now he wishes he could heat himself up better. He doesn't say anything about it though, instead keeping up with the conversation.

"And then, I dunno, we could could go to the beach, since we finished our mission so early," Axel says with a shrug.

Roxas shakes his head. "In this weather? It's probably frozen over."

"Is it?" he asks, running a hand through his hair and glancing around, like he'll be able to see the temperature. "Feels fine to me!"

"Well, it's not," Roxas explains, rubbing his hands together. The gloves aren't doing much to help with the chill in the wind. "I'd like to go back early-"

Axel looks horrified and cuts him off. "Early? No way! We've gotta at least get ice cream."

"In the cold?"

"It's not like it'll make you more cold..."

Roxas can't help but laugh. "That's not exactly convincing me, you know."

"What, do you want me to hold your hands instead? I could probably warm you up," Axel says, and Roxas can't figure out if he's teasing or not. If he's being serious, he could use the warmth, but...

Axel grabs one of his hands before Roxas can make a move, and warmth flows through him. Roxas grips his hand back tentatively, something new and strangely wonderful, and lets Axel drag him up the clock tower for their traditional sea salt ice cream.

His hands are always hidden by his gloves, so it is a rare sight to see them bare as she sits down next to him. He's trimming and cleaning his nails, such an oddly, humanly mundane task, but he's having trouble with one nail in particular, so she takes the knife in one hand and one of his massive hands in her own.

She could remark on a great many things about them--the size, the scales that shrink so small on his palm that his flesh there feels more like pebbled lizard skin than scales--but instead she frowns and murmurs "they're so cold."

He must think she dislikes it, so he starts to say something and pull his hand back; since this isn't what she meant at all, she holds on, her dragon curse strength keeping him still. Calling on a seed of heat from the curse's memory of dragon flame from years before, she takes her free palm and presses it against his, sending the heat into every scale and tendon.

"Ah," he murmurs after a moment, curling his fingers around hers, "it's warm."

She smiles and holds onto his hand until she drifts off against his side.

(I know that's way too many sentences, shh, I know.)

"You look cold," is the first thing Colleen says when she shows up.

"I'm freezing," Misty retorts. She hates winter in New York sometimes. It feels like her left hand is a solid block of ice. The right one, the one she doesn't have anymore, still feels warm, the way hands and feet can get out of balance sometimes, except there's nothing she can do about it anymore. She can't clasp her hands together to warm them.

Instead she pulls off her left glove with her teeth and flexes the fingers to try to get some circulation back into them.

"Here, let me." Colleen closes her hand over Misty's icy fingers. A faint glow starts up under her skin, making the bones of her hand stand out like shadows, and tingling warmth spreads through Misty's fingers until she's warmed through and through.

Colleen lets her go with a grin. "Now I know why Danny's hands were always so warm," she says.

"Show-off," Misty mutters, but she's smiling as she stretches her warmer, limber fingers.

Edited 2018-12-20 09:37 (UTC)

On AO3

Her hands are colder than Uldren remembers them being before Pemni had died, he wonders if that's a side effect of the Traveler's Ghost bringing their Guardians back to life. Perhaps that would be something to ask Mara about.

She's holding his face between her hands, her eyes searching his as though the Hunter Awoken is trying to see into his mind.

"Standing beyond the Light of Traveler, it's easier to remember pieces of my past before Giji found me. I remember parts of our relationship to, my Prince," She said at length. "But I would understand if you didn't want me anymore. I remember what we thought of the Traveler and its Guardians before I died."

"I want you, Pemni," Uldren said quietly, squeezing her cold hand gently.

Pemni beams and gently touches her forehead to his.

"How do you even do this to yourself? And don't you own gloves?" Madara demanded, seizing Tobirama's hands between his own and rubbing, gentle but firm.

"I'm fi- Oh that feels good." Tobirama breathed, sagging a little as a surprising amount of heat bled into his frozen hands from Madara's grip.

Madara snorted, shaking his head, and bowed his head, squeezing Tobirama's hands and breathing a tiny katon between their bodies; Tobirama startled, but it was gone as quick as it had come, and Madara only rubbed his slowly-warming hands again, kissing his cheek.

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Three Sentence Ficathon

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Greek mythology, Orithyia

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Fire Emblem 13

Teen Wolf, Cora/Lydia, Freezing

Cold Welcome (Greek mythology; Hades/Persephone)

Fill: Kingdom Hearts, Axel/Roxas

Ancient Magus Bride, Elias/Chise

Defenders/Iron Fist, Misty & Colleen, cold hands

Destiny (video games), Uldren Sov/Female Guardian

Care in Twined Hands (Naruto; Madara/Tobirama)