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rthstewart ([personal profile] rthstewart) wrote2013-03-11 10:23 pm
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3 Sentence Ficathon

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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 [personal profile] snacky !)

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  [personal profile] lady_songsmith explains, for the 2011 3 Sentence Ficathon, [livejournal.com profile] grim_lupine created a delicious account to archive the 3 Sentence Ficathon.   [personal profile] 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. 

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[identity profile] harmony-lover.livejournal.com 2013-03-15 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Glee, Cooper Anderson, healing old hurts
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Beekeeper's Apprentice, Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes, marriage of true minds
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[identity profile] harmony-lover.livejournal.com 2013-03-15 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Lucy and Peter, "Sometimes, she knows that magnificence is a burden for him."
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It's Not Easy Being Me

[identity profile] saoirse7.livejournal.com 2013-03-15 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"But Peter, you were wonderful! No one else could have won the victory so quickly!"

"That's why the expectations are always so high," he mutters, turning away.

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BBC Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson, not their housekeeper.

[identity profile] ruanchunxian0.livejournal.com 2013-03-16 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
When she met Sherlock, he was a mess of an overgrown boy: too brilliant, too aware of his own brilliance for his own good, with no intention of “fitting in” – whatever that meant – and when he couldn’t find sufficient intellectual high from the problems in the world around him, he indulged in unsavoury substances that only ever ended up being a poor substitute for that high.

At first, her attention to him was born out of gratitude but soon, she realised how desperately he needed someone to simply tell him that, as much as he might want to, his body – his transport, as he called it – simply couldn’t keep on going for days without fuel; he was a child, wont to get lost in play, she realised, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave him to his own devices, though she tried to erect boundaries for herself. It wasn’t until that day, the darkest day of her life, which had seen its fair share of darkness, did she realise that somewhere along the way, he had become the child and comfort she never knew she needed; it didn’t matter anymore, though, because he was gone, and who needed her now?

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The West Wing, Abby/Jed, not a typical marriage
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"Ma petit fromage," she snorts, in bed later (much later) that night, snickering like a girl. "I can't believe you called me that - you need French lessons, Jed."

Yeah, cause I got all the time in the world for that, he thinks of saying, but doesn't, instead opting for the much more diplomatic, "You know, sweetheart, that's what I've always loved about you, your biting sense of humor and the way you use it against me," and Abbey just snickers again and snuggles closer.

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The West Wing, Sam/Josh, I don't want to feel like this anymore.
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[personal profile] tiny_white_hats 2013-03-16 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Josh, are you alright?" Sam asked quietly, cautiously, dropping down beside Josh on his office couch and noticing Josh's tensed shoulders, the exhausted bruises hanging below his eyes like weighty shadows, the way Josh startled, almost imperceptibly, at the sound of Sam's voice.

It had been a few months since Rosslyn, a few months since a bullet ripped through his chest as easily as if he was woven from tissue paper skin and twigs for bones, and Josh had spent endless moments shouting to the heavens, to Donna, to Leo, to CJ, even to his goddamn shrink that yes, I am alright, yes, I am coping, yes, I feel safe, but he was tired of feeling like this, tired of hiding behind lies just because they were easier on his tongue than the truth.

"I don't think so, Sam" Josh whispered weakly and dropped his head against the steady slope of Sam's shoulder, wishing they could share strength and courage as easily as their bodies exchanged heat, because, even though he felt safe under Sam's arm, it was so hard to tell the truth, "and I just want to feel okay again."

(and you should leave more West Wing prompts because these were perfect and lovely and there is not enough West Wing love)
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[identity profile] harmony-lover.livejournal.com 2013-03-15 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
The West Wing, Josh/Donna, keeping things in boxes.
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[personal profile] vialethe 2013-03-15 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I never want to see another box again," Donna mutters, rolling the cool glass of a beer bottle across her neck (Josh watches the way strands of hair have escaped her bun and cling to the glass, growing damp, and thinks).

"In that case," he says thoughtfully, sipping from his own bottle, "maybe I shouldn't mention this..."

"No," she says forcefully, cutting him off, "I am not helping you move this weekend, don't even ask."

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[personal profile] pretty_panther 2013-03-15 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Firefly, Jane/River go your own way
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[personal profile] grey_wonderer 2013-03-16 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)

“It’d be fine by me if you and that brother of yours just went your own way and the rest of us could be relived of the burden of your company,” Jane snorted, leaning back in his chair.
River turned to face him, picked up a fork that was lying beside his plate, and held it with the tines pointing in his direction.
“I could push this fork through your right eye and out the back of your skull and that would be fine with me,” River said quietly, watching with interest as the color drained from Jane’s face.

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Narnia, Edmund + or / Susan, within darkness there is light
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[personal profile] be_themoon 2013-03-16 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Look, this is simply how the stories go. Every sun god has their shadow, every bright chosen savior has their whispering soothsayer, every young hero has their voice of cynicism that points out the darker path.

Susan does not regret her choice to be that voice, and she knows Edmund does not regret his efforts to help her balance Peter and Lucy's brightness, but she thinks nevertheless she and her brother both look for ways to compensate - the art, the music, the laughter and the wine - their own means of light.

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Community, Troy/Annie/Abed, "Well that escalated quickly."
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Her fingers were tentative as she smoothed them over the warm skin of Abed's back, eager to memorize every inch of him as he sprawled on his stomach between her and Troy. When he looked back her, his eyes at half mast, she couldn't help but blush under his intense stare. "For a first time," she breathed as she , "that was incredible."

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[personal profile] degrees 2013-03-16 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Assassin's Creed, Altair/Malik, winter in Masyaf
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[personal profile] tanyart 2013-03-16 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It's entirely inappropriate and wrong - Malik has no right to grin at him, his shoulders lightly dusted in snow, and then pull off his hood, revealing how the cold wind has pinched his nose and cheeks pink, just so that Altair can't help but notice that there are, of all things, bright white snowflakes stuck to Malik's eyelashes. He feels himself grow warm, then hot with indignation as he tries to say something scathing and fails miserably in a tumble of incomprehensible words and stuttering.

Malik, ever helpful, shoves a handful of snow down the nape of his gray novice robes and cools him right off.

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[identity profile] saoirse7.livejournal.com 2013-03-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Pirates of the Caribbean (any), Will/Elizabeth, Do you trust me?
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[personal profile] pristineungift 2013-03-16 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course I trust you," Will says with a smile. A smile that slays her.

Elizabeth chokes on his trust, because she knows she'll betray it.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Elementary, Joan & Sherlock, "why do you have so many phones?"
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[personal profile] pleonasm 2013-03-17 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
If they'd had time, and Sherlock had had the patience, he could have told Joan the stories of the phones and the people who had given them to him: dumpster divers, junkies, unsuspecting hotel managers who had left him alone with the lost-and-found box.

When he got right down to it, he used the phones to save lives - mostly his, nowadays, he could think of at least three occasions where he had avoided a messy death by tossing a phone and missing a scheduled meetup.

There wasn't a life to save here - he felt it in his bones (and his mind, always the mind, he just hadn't bothered to uncode his suspicions yet); but he sent the message anyway and didn't bother waiting for an answer - Joan would get that soon enough, and he doesn't think she'll like the answer.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Battlestar Galactica, Kara, i've got a lucky ticket
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[personal profile] bedlamsbard 2013-03-16 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The Academy only takes so many applicants a year, a set number from each colony, and the applications basically involve begging and pleading various governmental officials for sponsorship along with all the rest of it. All of Kara's letters and e-mails from her colonial reps have gone unanswered so far and she's beginning to despair, until she lucks out -- stops to help a well-dressed woman up when she trips over a discarded soda can in a maglev station. She helps her up, sees the government badge sticking out of her pocket, and after a bit of polite prodding they fall into an easy conversation on the train: a week later, she has a sponsor and an acceptance letter.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Battlestar Galactica, Six/Baltar, life on the farm
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[personal profile] lettered 2013-03-17 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"What would you have been," she said (always with that scythe of a smile), "if it hadn't been for me?"

Gaius thought about it--for the first time, honestly thought about it: endless lines of code, defense software, databases; that sleek apartment, all glass; complicated coffee orders, cocktails with the sweat sliding down the stems--never far enough from the sick stench of sweet hay, his entire existence a practice in going through the motions.

"A machine," he told her; the most basic command of any program was always run.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Edmund, I started off my teenage years with a poison in my mouth
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[personal profile] be_themoon 2013-03-16 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
The others are quick to defend him against the whispers, always. Edmund has changed, now, he's different, he was young and foolish.

He stops them - such whispers hold an advantage to them, form his character in the eyes of the world, make him someone who is an uncertain factor. "And are they inaccurate?" he says, and the others frown and shift. He doesn't think they enjoy being reminded that simply because he has changed does not mean what was always there is entirely gone.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Caspian/Peter, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day
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Throw Those Curtains Wide

[personal profile] vialethe 2013-03-16 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
They're both tired and aching when they wake, covered in bruises and scrapes (and, Peter notes, a few stray love bites here and there – Caspian is a bit overzealous in the dark), but the sun is rising over their kingdom, and they're still alive and free, all at the same time.

“What a magnificent day,” Caspian murmurs, drowsy still, and Peter laughs inwardly, both at the use of his title (unconscious, he's certain) and the innocence that's in Caspian still.

“One day like this a year is about all you can hope for,” he says, stretching out in the morning sunlight, trying to ignore all the aches and focus only on the sweet, “but you'll see, somehow it'll be enough.”

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Caspian, No one ever said it would be so hard, I'm going back to the start
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Sometimes he wished he could go back, back to the days before fantasy became reality, back to when stories were just stories and he could spend his time dreaming about going on adventures with the mythical kings and queens of old. It was so much simpler then. He didn't realize that when the dream came true that there would be so much fear and blood and death, or that the ancient kings and queens would work their ways into his heart only to leave him alone once again.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Caspian, And if I seem to be afraid to live the life that I have made in song, it's just that I've been losing so long
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[personal profile] bedlamsbard 2013-03-16 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
It's his Golden Jubilee this year, celebrations planned all across Narnia, a Grand Tour, a triumphal reentry into Cair Paravel. Caspian sits through all the planning committee meetings that he can't beg off, making thoughtful noises when the usual questions about his heir are brought up. He stares at the diamond-shaped glass panes of the window across the room and thinks, What do we have to celebrate, even? because nothing in his life feels golden.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Susan, yesterday's got nothin' for me, old pictures that I'll always see
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Bitter Memories

[identity profile] saoirse7.livejournal.com 2013-03-16 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
She shoves the old photograph album behind two make-up bags and at least five pairs of shoes under her bed, wiping hastily at the suspicious moisture in her eyes. That had been...ten years ago, and there was no going back to the way things were; her siblings were gone forever. All she had left were dusty black and whites and the gradually fading memories of all she could have said, could have done, and never took the time or effort for.

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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Lucy, A ripple in the water from the drop of a pearl
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even dragons don't live forever (double fill)

[personal profile] pencildragon11 2013-03-16 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
They had five days after the victory—five too-short days stuffed with things to tell Caspian, trying to whack together a semblance of government in between interruptions from the Bears, the Badgers, the Horses, the Trees, the Rivers, and upset Telmarines. On the fourth day, when Lucy could bear no longer the throbbing in her heart that threatened tears, she borrowed Destrier and rode north as hard and fast as he could go, her eyes watering in the wind, for no one had been able to tell them exactly how long it had been, and she couldn't help hoping—hoping—hoping. At last Destrier halted on the bank of the mere, blowing hard, and she slid down.

"Chrys?" she called, her voice young and quavering; then louder, "Chrysophylax!" But there was no answer save the wind sighing in the brambles, and Knucker's Mere lay glassy-still, and even his cave (no, it's a lair she could almost hear him saying in injured tones) was deserted; the gold and jewels were gone, carried off by robbers long, long ago, and though she searched she found only a single scratched pearl half-hidden in the dust. She stood there a long time, cradling it in her palm and weeping softly, then carried it to the pool and cast it in.
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[personal profile] snacky 2013-03-16 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Susan, You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die"
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She goes out to the tiny garden behind her equally tiny flat and lies down in the soft grass, the early morning dew soaking quickly through her nightgown. The stars above are still visible even with the dawn light: unfamiliar, unloved, distant and untouchable. Once she had thought that there might be magic in this world too, but the stars have never come to earth for her.

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[personal profile] degrees 2013-03-16 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Hikaru no Go, Shirakawa/Hikaru, "I discovered you"
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[personal profile] mmmdraco 2013-03-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Shirakawa knows that he has no right to lay a claim to the boy because he's a boy. But before Ogata-sensei, and before Touya Meijin and before Kuwabara Honinbou, he held the boy's hand to guide him in his movements. He tells himself that he has the skill to manuever the boy to join him, but as the years go by and he watches Hikaru's skill grow, he's no longer quite as certain.

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[personal profile] lady_songsmith 2013-03-16 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Rth, if you would, please remove "(nothing current added yet, though)" as I've begun adding things.
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The Blue Castle, Barney/Valancy, cool water