3 Sentence Ficathon

[rthstewart]

EDIT!  THIS POST IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS,  PLEASE POST NEW PROMPTS HERE!

CaramelSilver isn’t running the awesome 3 sentence ficathon this year, but she said I could do it in her place!!  (Banner courtesy of CaramelSilver and thanks so much!)

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?
You post prompts!  When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.

Only one prompt per comment please.

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 allowed. 

I'm not a member of Dreamwidth
No problem.  You can comment anonymously or through open ID

Can anyone play?
Yes!  Please pimp this to your flist, I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!

I'm cross-posting to LJ but we will keep all prompts and fills here, so they are in one awesome place (and with less spam). 

Here's a link for spreading the word to all your friends and comms (thanks snacky !)


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How long can it go? 
CaramelSilver kept the 2011 3 Sentence Ficathon up for a month.  I'd suggest closing it on Sunday, April 7, 2013.  How does that sound? (edit:  If we reach 5,000 comments sooner, I'll start a new one).

Are there any rules about cross-posting?
Nope, you can post wherever you want, whenever you want.  Last year, a lot of folks collected their responses together and posted them on AO3 under the 3 sentence fiction tag.

Gosh who are all these people writing such great prompts and fills?
Good question!  Come to the friending meme and introduce yourself if you like.

As  lady_songsmith explains, for the 2011 3 Sentence Ficathon, grim_lupine created a delicious account to archive the 3 Sentence Ficathon.   lady_songsmith has reactivated the archive on delicious for this challenge, so, here is the account (nothing current added yet, though): https://previous.delicious.com/3sentence She asks that if anyone would be willing to help knock down the backlog of the prolific-ness thus far, let her know!!  (She adds:  I know folks are kinda down on delicious with the changes, but, hey, it's an archive already set up with useful tags!)

On the subject of archiving, I really encourage people to collect and post their fills elsewhere.  That way, we can find your work more easily again, redundancy is always good and it's really useful for future remixes and other challenges and gift exchanges you might participate in. I'll start a linking post so that if you do collect all your fills and post them on your own blog or an archive like AO3, you can give give us the link in comments. 


edited March 12, 2013
edited March 13, 2013 to fix box coding problem (thanks to those who helped!) and to add link to friending meme
edited March 15, 2013 to add information on archiving.
edited March 24, 2013 to close post to new prompts. 

Comments

[bring_me_sugar]

Burn Notice, Mike/Sam/Fi, pre-meeting shenanigans.

[freudiancascade]

Homestuck, Rose, there's a radiant darkness upon us

[wingedflight]

She sees warm red on cold stone steps, hears the echo of screams trapped in corridors above, smells the dead and follows the scent. The scene has been laid out before her, a tapestry of pain and taunting, a lure to lash out and strike.

She knows this world now, knows its tricks and turns them inside-out to gather the power inside her and fight; the trouble with knowing the world is it knows you, too.

[hostilecrayon]

Persona 4, Yosuke Hanamura, heart

[mmmdraco]

The space inside of him that ached for Saki-senpai echoed with that loss. But as he raced through endless hallways with his friends, and his partner, that space seemed to lessen, but the echo was just as strong. Eventually, he would realize that it wasn't sounding with loss anymore, but with the beating of his own heart.

[metonomia]

The Trojan Women, Andromache/Helen/Hecuba, lost children

(This is Greek myth cycle more than the actual play, if that's okay?)

[betony]

Andromache is slumped dry-eyed in a corner, still clutching Astyanax's swaddling clothes, and Helen, Queen once more when the rest of them are slaves, looks blankly out the window towards Sparta where her daughter waits.

Hecuba wants to shake them both for their insolence, to demand how they could dare think their grief greater than her own; but she goes to her daughters-in-law instead, and strokes their hair.

She has lost her sons already; she will not lose her daughters, too.

[vialethe]

Avengers, Bruce/Natasha, tired and wired we ruin too easy

[lar_laughs]

Natasha knew his skin would be sensitive but she couldn't stop her hand from resting lightly on Bruce's shoulder, a reminder that she was nearby if he needed her. He turned his head, placing the tiniest of kisses on her knuckles as if to let her know she was welcome to stay. As she settled in next to him on the couch, she assessed the damage (that which was seen and that which was assumed) and decided that this mission hadn't been a success but it hadn't been a bust, either.

[vialethe]

Narnia, Susan, I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone/now I can't do any of that here, can I?

[ninjaboots.livejournal.com]

Sometimes she wakes, gasping, from dreams she can barely recall on waking--joy in the coolness of earth between her toes, laughter wheeling high and bright as the hawks overhead as she dances hand-in-hand with foxes and fauns and dryads, unafraid between the bright-steel flourishes of centaur swords--to gentle hands and sweet, soft words.

"It's all right, darling, it's all right, it was only a dream," he murmurs, smoothing her hair back from her forehead in a gesture that aches with tenderness, and pretending not to notice the tears she never sheds.

Susan looks into her husband's handsome, concerned face across the wreck of their marriage bed and wonders if his eyes would seem bluer if she had never seen a Narnian sky.

[(Anonymous)]

Homestuck, BroJohn, tight

[mmmdraco]

Bro's hand is tight around your throat and your prankster's gambit is just gone. You should have known better than to mess with his smuppet-making supplies, really. But that doesn't explain at all why his other hand is in your pants.

[(Anonymous)]

Utena, Utena/Anthy, power

[mmmdraco]

She is the victim of this game that the world is playing. At her center, there are secrets that only she can hide away. She finds the strength inside of Utena and does her best to mirror it to save the secrets and to save herself.

[hostilecrayon]

Any, Any, forgetting where we are

Assassin's Creed, Altair/Malik

[tanyart]

A thousand years pass before they meet again. Malik stops and stares, almost falling over when the subway lurches forward and images of blue skies and a tall gray castle flash through his mind.

The man catches his arm, somehow knowing not to grab for a hand that isn’t there, and says with a bright, breathless laugh, “I think we’ve met before-“ and Malik can't remember where either, but he holds on tight and starts to laugh too.

[vialethe]

Life, Crews/Reese, anybody ever love you that much?

[vialethe]

Greek/Roman mythology, Aeneas/Cassandra, playing favorites

dodgy grammar ahoy!

[betony]

Even as a child in Dardania, Aeneas had heard of his (fortunately, his father grumbles whenever the tales of her latest tantrum arrive) very, very distant cousin Cassandra, so often that he could picture her wild dark hair and the angry curl of her mouth without ever seeing her, and now, seated at Priam's own table at the wedding feast of Hektor and the Princess of Thebe, he cannot be blamed for his curious looks in her direction.

As he watches, Cassandra twists away from the tight grip of her unsmiling brother Deiphobus and dances to the groom's side, keeping her face serene as Hektor sneaks her extra sweetmeats; when she meets Aeneas's gaze, her eyes sparkle with the silent shared joke.

Aeneas swallows and quickly reconsiders his preconceptions about the Princess of Troy.

[metonomia]

Greek mythology, Helen/Aphrodite, the most beautiful

[(Anonymous)]

Helen knows her, knows that iridescent loveliness, and so knowing stands in helpless awe before the old woman — the guise even more beautiful and terrible than the others somehow, raising a blush to Helen’s face and wringing her heart. Something tugs at Helen’s robes, and then the familiar whisper is in Helen’s ear, the voice that can render Helen breathless no matter the words.

“Don’t make me regret you,” says Aphrodite with her usual sweet smile, and the breath against Helen’s neck is as gentle as a warm sea breeze.

[vialethe]

Game of Thrones, Sansa/Jaime, with the perfect armor/with the perfect dream

[metonomia]

I don't even ship them, but SANSA, so:

They bring him before the court stripped of his golden armor - the gold cloak is long gone, and the ghost of his hand twitches - and weaponless, but unbound, unsure if he is an enemy of war or a guest. He can't help looking around for weak points, escape routes, but then he looks up and remembers why he is here.

The Queen in the North smiles at him, and stretches out her hand.

[metonomia]

Norse mythology, valkyries, hospitality

[redsixwing]

I never expected to find them, the battle-maidens, never expected them to take my hands. They bore me away and gave me mead and meat, laughter and song, and the prospect of fresh battle in the morning. It is a strange sort of hospitality that gives a home to the dead, but I would take it over anything.

[metonomia]

anthropomorfic, stars/planets, something always brings me back to you/it never takes too long

We Are Safe When We're Together

[vialethe]

They dance – in a long, slow spiral, a circle-turn-push-spin that goes on and on, revolving, shining, playing in the shadows of their partners, flirting with darkness only to pass back into the light, bathed in radiance; glowing, pulsing.

You never come near enough, the stars whisper, See how we burn for you? But the planets recede into the dark once more, calling, You never let us go; see how we yearn to be free?, and so they dance on, and never touch.

[vialethe]

The Silmarillion, Feanor (+any), there is no one who will take me by that shore/close to the smoke/far from the fire of your harbor

I came just to remind you I love you so

[snacky]

After her husband sails away with their sons, Nerdanel leaves her father's home, and journeys to Tol Eressëa, and makes a new home for herself on the island. Everyday she walks along the shore, gazing to east, thinking of Fëanor and her boys, and longing for their safe return, even though she knows she hopes in vain.

And it is on that shore, as she watches the waves wash ceaselessly against the sand, that her heart clenches tight in her chest and she finally realizes he is gone from her for good.

(Not Fëanor! I am sorry!)

[metonomia]

Norse mythology, Ask/Embla, Soul they had not, sense they had not,/Heat nor motion, nor goodly hue

[regndoft]

Some of their memories are buried deeper than the mind, or any gift the gods have bestowed upon them; the sun and the wind are carved into their very bones as if they were still covered in bark. But now they are smooth and soft, in need of hearth and shelter to survive, yet they fear the flames they huddle in front of at night as much as they revere them.

Their children are as tough as birch twigs, and it feels like home to bury their hands in the black earth.

[vialethe]

Narnia/The Silmarillion, Susan/Maglor, I hear in my mind all of this music/and it breaks my heart

Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall

[snacky]

He's not the only one who sings. Susan was known and praised in Narnia for her lovely voice, and in England she continued to sing, both the popular songs of the day, and songs that reminded her of the life she left behind. But it's only now with Maglor that she finally feels ready to enter into a duet.

[degrees]

Assassin's Creed, Altair/Malik, secret smiles

[(Anonymous)]

Malik smiles when he thinks he is alone, elusive and gentle little grins without a hint of malice as he reads correspondences behind the counter—but he is not alone this time, and Altair watches in secret, trapped by what he almost accidentally stumbled on in the gloom of the Bureau’s inner chamber.

Something unsettled and raw opens inside him to watch Malik like this, so near a quiet happiness that Altair would not have thought possible for him; in the end Altair almost cannot turn away from it, this moment that will never be intended for him, that he was never meant to see.

Altair lowers his eyes and leaves without a sound, suddenly unwilling to be the one who breaks Malik’s peace again.

[degrees]

Persona 4, Naoto/Rise, strawberry lipgloss

[hostilecrayon]

When Rise tells her she should try her strawberry lipgloss, she expects her to hand her a tube. She doesn't expect her to kiss her, the faint taste of waxy fruit coating her lips.

When Rise asks what she thinks, Naoto blushes and leans in to try it again.

[degrees]

Chihayafuru, Chihaya/Sudou, sadistic

[hostilecrayon]

Assassin's Creed, Desmond Miles, peace

[tactician]

At first it is sitting outside on the fire escape in his apartment at night over the roar of engines and the indignation of New York taxi drivers, having sold enough Shirley Templars to ensure this month's rent.

Then it becomes a respite that is not his own, a sunset in Damascus, an evening between the sheets with an eager woman in Rome, or, rarer still, the howl of wind and wolf atop a great willow tree.

Desmond thinks he might like to have one of those for his own one day, but in the end, when he finally manages to reclaim it, it's only his hand sliding off a slab of stone and the world going black to the echo of a cruel god's laughter.

[degrees]

Bastion, The Kid/Zia, starting over

[tactician]

The sky spreads before them, ever endless on every side, and it is still unsettling, feeling ungrounded despite the small patch of solid earth underneath their feet. The Kid stands at the precipice and, looking over the side and seeing nothing below them, feels as though he's about to float away any second now, just like their little island fortress, until a hand slips into his and pulls him away from the edge.

Zia stands there, grass and earth, buildings and home, behind her.

[hostilecrayon]

Any, Any, when the smoke clears

Kami-sama no Memochou, Yondaime/Narumi

[moon_blitz]

When the fog following what happened to Ayaka finally lifts from his mind and he returns to the world, Narumi finds Yondaime waiting for him. Silence hangs between them, then Yondaime grabs his hand and pulls him into a hug.

It is only then that Narumi realizes that perhaps the hole in his heart can be filled by someone else.

(Yeah, I'm not expecting anyone to know the fandom, but I want to write it anyway)

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Greek Mythology, Apollo/Hyakinthos, I think I made you up inside my head (Sylvia Plath).

[metonomia]

The West Wind blows cold, sending clouds across Apollo's vision, and by the time the sun god drives through them, the last purple flowers have been torn from their stem and swept away. He warms the earth desperately, tugging at whatever seedlings may be there, grasping the memory of laughter, strong muscle and gentle hands, but none reply. The memories fade a little more - pitiless laughter wafts by on the breeze.