Welcome to the Three Sentence Fic-A-Thon:

[caramelsilver]

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. Only one prompt per comment please.

When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.

Lastly, please pimp this to your flist, I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!

Have fun!

If you have any questions ask them to the first comment.

Edit December 10th: Thanks to the brilliant grim_lupine we now have a delicious account. So head on over there to find some unfilled prompts: three_sentence_ficathon's delicious bookmarks.

A small note from grim_lupine who's organizing the delicious archive: "So I'm not familiar with all the fandoms here; sometimes when people post a ficlet they abbreviate a fandom and sometimes they don't (like BSG versus Battlestar Galactica, but I know that one) so I might have it listed twice in the delicious tags. If someone notices something messed up they can comment below." -- So do that, and when requesting something new, please use the fandom's whole name.

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[bugchicklv.livejournal.com]

White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Eliot, Triple Agent Con

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Skins, Maxxie and Tony, all forgiven

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

It's not until after the crash, after all the bravado and bitterness and manipulation is knocked out of Tony in one blow, that Maxxie is able to forgive him, to forgive himself. Michelle's moved on - to strangers in clubs, to guys who catch her eye in the street, hell, even to Sid - and Maxxie feels like he can look at her now without feeling like such a fucking bastard. Mostly though, it's the way Tony looks so lost, like the child he never was, and Maxxie finds that none of it matters anymore; all he can do is try and be the friend he never was before, and hope that everything doesn't go completely to hell (though he's pretty sure that's inevitable).

[besendorfer.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday!

Data89, web data extraction (http://www.data89.com/).

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

livejournal, caramelsilver, Happy Birthday!!! :D

[fiendlikethee.livejournal.com]

I think this is kind of stretching the rules a little, but here is a three-sentence meta-fic and then three one-sentence fics from fandoms we have in common.


It is your birthday! You deserve presents and cake and lots of hugs. But this is the internet, so fic will have to suffice:


They had won the war against the White Witch, ended the neverending reign of winter, and restored balance to Narnia; now, in their royal dress and with all the dignity of newly crowned kings and queens, they play hide-and-seek in the forest (for they are, after all, still children, and the woods are a much better place for it than the Professor's house had been).


They sail around the world (untroubled by late-night mishaps, this time), discovering beauty in the lands they visit and each other, and Anya thinks that even if she hadn't found her grandmama, this (the curve of Dmitri's smile, the warmth of his arms) would be more than enough for her.


Once, when Tony is rather soused from ill-advised drinking games, he kisses her (off-center and sloppy, but not entirely without charm); Ziva laughs, sees him safely to his own bed, and waits for the day when he has the courage to do it sober.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Albus Severus/Scorpius, games.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

He's seventeen years old, too old to be playing hide-and-seek (or at least too old to play the normal kind, Scorpius has some idea how this kind will end and it wouldn't happen if he were any younger), but here he is anyway, running madly in the Potters' house for the best hiding place he can find.

Tucked in the hollow under the stairs, he waits with hushed breath and quickening heartbeat; but he could probably hide on the moon and Albus would still find him--he always finds him, always.

"Caught you," Albus whispers, eyes bright with the things he murmurs into Scorpius's ear at night; and the soft meeting of their lips makes Scorpius forget the game altogether.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Owen/Ianto, movie night.

[samueljames]

Following Jack's departure Owen had noticed Ianto withdraw from the team and his concern had been twisted by Ianto spitting accusations of Owen wanting Jack's sloppy seconds. Owen persisted not willing to let Ianto slip away from the team entirely and now they're watching Die Hard 4.0 debating the merits of car vs helicopter as they share a bowl of popcorn. Owen smiles at the man who almost killed him wondering if they're a pity fuck gone too far or if they could actually make a relationship work.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Misfits, Simon & Nathan, not so different.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

He catches Nathan because Nathan doesn't care. Or rather, none of them do; Simon's power has kicked in again, the green no-one-gives-a-fuck light, so it's easy to stand there and watch Nathan as Nathan watches, and for once Simon is concentrating on the voyeur and not the girls peeling off orange jumpsuits by the lockers. Simon smiles, and it's invisible.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Spring Awakening, Hanschen/Ernst, learning.

Sun God

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Everything tends to ricochet into angles when it comes to Hanschen(he’s like a mirror, scattering any bit of light that hits him until he’s blinding to look at, and oh dear, it’s catching onto Ernst as well); a lesson on Greek Mythology isn’t any different as it turns into Hanschen speculating aloud whether Melchior and the discord he wears would be reminiscent of Dionysus, or if Moritz is meant to jaunt into ruination the way Odysseus did; and when the blonde boy flashes his oh wicked, oh beautiful smile at his best friend , he gets a meek, stutter-laden, “A-And—and—and which one are y-you, Hanschen?”

“Must you even ask?” laughs Hanschen, stretching cat-like on the riverbank, the late-afternoon light gracing every part of him that can turn golden --clearly, clearly, we’ve been studying out here too long, thinks a light-headed Ernst, who has his answer before Hanschen even opens his too-ruddy, too-smirking, too-lovely lips to drawl, “Why, I should be Apollo, of course!”

Soon, the two of them are seeking out more stories, tales of youths who’d burned themselves on a sun-god’s radiance; and so as he blinds himself all-too-eagerly with Hanschen Rilow, Ernst Robel holds fast to a prayer: that they will both be luckier than those poor broken boys ever were
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(Just to remove possible confusion: in my personal canon, Hanschen is blonde and Ernst is dark-haired--I go with Johnny B. Wright and Gideon Glick's looks :p)

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Mac/Cassidy, down this open highway.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

In her dreams, she's riding in a convertible, sunlight and wind whipping by her so quick that they're almost the same thing, flying down a desert highway, and Cassidy's driving: driving fasterfasterfaster (leaving behind Woody Goodman and Madison Sinclaire, a big brother who couldn’t be more different than him and a little sister who couldn’t be more like her, families that abandoned them in different ways, and all the ways they can never understand each other).

And Cassidy’s smiling, smiling wide and sweet not even a little sad or wistful, the way she always wanted him to (she wanted to make him smile more than she’s ever wanted anything in her life, and God, that scared her and made her giddy all at once), and he takes one hand off the wheel to hold her hand (and neither one of their hands tremble at all, not even a little) and presses down on the accelerator and they go flying off the edge of the world, and the wind and the sunshine catch them and sweep them away forever.

She wakes up in the dark, alone.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Skins – Tony Stoneham – this is what growing up looks like

[samueljames]

He's an adult now, legally able to do the things he'd done for years and he'd give anything to be back in school thinking the world was his for the taking. Being an adult meant taking responsibility and being dependable, he feels stifled and wishes he could go back and appreciate his friends more. They've all moved on and they rarely see each other except for their kids' parties and boy does it scare him whenever he thinks on that too much, he loves his children but life was so much easier without them.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse – Drusilla – broken clocks

[faorism.livejournal.com]

Time--of more and blackened woe; the ticking bird does love her crow.

Blast--boom--for fun I see!

Blast--boom--bite, no more of thee!

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Narnia/His Dark Materials - Edmund/Lyra - all the worlds there ever were

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

She slips through to another world when she turns seventeen, just turns a corner and finds herself in a different London completely and thinks Will, her heart racing fast. There's a tall dark boy standing facing her, unblinking, and he's tightly wound in a way Will never was but he has the same eyes and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets.

"You picked one hell of a new world to travel to," he says, and she blinks as he takes his right hand out of his pocket and offers it to her, lips quirking upwards just a little.

[rosalui.livejournal.com]

Saiyuki/Rurouni Kenshin, Hakkai & Kenshin, "It was like the two of them were trying to out-smile each other, and it was fucking creepy."

[vampyreranger.livejournal.com]

Sano took one look inside Kaoru's dojo and went right back outside. There was some new guy inside with Kenshin and it was like like the two of them were trying to out-smile each other. He walked down the road towards the police station whistling all the way- he'd rather have his ass beaten by Saitou any day than witness that fucking creepy spectacle again.

[rosalui.livejournal.com]

Naruto/Rurouni Kenshin, Sasuke & Kenshin, "Killing the one most precious to you."

[vampyreranger.livejournal.com]

Kenshin does not know the true pain of killing that which you love the most for he does not allow himself to feel for those whom he could truly love. Tomoe's death was nothing more than a catalyst for his greater destiny and Sasuke will never understand that. Because Itachi meant everything to him and never will he forget the look on his brother's face as he killed his own heart.

[thene]

Magic's Pawn, Starwind/Moondance, new beginnings.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Kirk/McCoy, acting like an old married couple

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse – Victor/Sierra – us against the world

[caboca.livejournal.com]

She knows what sienna means and it reminds her of her name - something that tastes like mud in a good way, although she doesn't remember ever eating mud (it's not sanitary). She knows what victory means and it feels like really dark purple, warm and safe and should-be-scary-but-isn't, and it reminds her of him. He doesn't understand colours but he understands her, and when she tells him "holding your hand is blue, like the sky", he nods and grabs her palm.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who - Sally Sparrow – “[Sad] is happy for deep people.”

[caboca.livejournal.com]

He is running out of distractions, which is stupid, considering the size of the universe and the 100% probability that someone, somewhere, needs the Doctor and needs him now - frankly, he's running out of the ability to care. So he comes back to the 00's to buy an album - Talking Heads, he's not really a fan but feels in the mood for a particular song (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psycho_Killer) - and he sees the weirdy girl he met with Martha and the spears outside the shop, snogging someone pale, pimply and probably prone to pornography. She seems content, so he turns and flees and it's probably the kindest thing he'd ever done.

[samueljames]

The Bill, Luke/Craig, sorry doesn't cut it.

[samueljames]

Glee, Puck/Kurt, help. (No underage please)

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Isn't it just life, just life kicking him in the teeth like it always does, that Kurt's been away from home for almost six years now but this place still makes him feel like he's sixteen and too small to hold all the feeling he has?

Seeing Puck again doesn't help--he's gotten even taller, which Kurt didn't think was possible, and he still looks like everything Kurt dreams about late at night when there's no one lying next to him, and the only thing that's changed in six years is that now when Kurt eyes him up-and-down, so quick Puck shouldn't even notice it, Puck catches his gaze and holds it for a breathless, endless moment.

Wake up, he screams at himself, you grew up and got out of this town, you're not that little boy anymore, wake up and remember you've got control of your life now; and finally the spell is broken: when Puck smirks at him and says, "Lookin' good, Hummel," Kurt delicately lifts an interest-laden eyebrow (because he's back home but he is not. scared. anymore.) and remembers who he is.

(Um. This kind of only filled your prompt in about one sentence of the fic. XD Sorry about that. I can try again later if you want. :D)

[samueljames]

Hustle, Mickey/Danny, sharing fantasies.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, girl!Edmund, a political seductress.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Oh, I do love your prompts. :D

Ed is a pragmatist, and her looks are just another weapon to be used; fake an empty head and look up through lowered eyelashes, and those foolish boy-men warriors fall all over themselves to condescend to explain their war plans to her. Silly idiots, all talk and swagger with nothing of true honor to hold them high; it's almost more than she can do to keep her lip from curling in contempt: she is a warrior, and her triumph is that they do not even know they are falling into her hands.

When she is thrown out of her world, she finds her weapon's edge has been dulled--all her charms get her now are the kind of looks that make something sick pool in her stomach; for her, there are no more wars to be won.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia/Harry Potter, Edmund/Ginny, we met in a dream

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

What Edmund does not know about Narnia until much later is that its magic spans across layers of worlds and eons of time with the ease of an exhaled breath; he sleeps and walks in dreams without knowing their significance, without knowing the brief fluttering touches of calm he settles on troubled minds.

In the depths of sleep he sees a girl with shocking red hair lying crumpled over a small black book; ink pools around her body, twining around her legs and hands and drawing her down into the never-ending black; she sobs out when she sees him, looking at him uncomprehendingly even as she whispers, I'm sorry I should have known I made a mistake, I only wanted a friend.

Edmund, without quite knowing why, falls to his knees beside her and takes her into his arms; hush, he tells her, it's not a mistake that kills, little one, but what we refuse to learn from one; and the truth tastes sweet on his tongue.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia/Doctor Who, the tenth doctor and Edmund, "what a clever boy!"

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

"What did you say your name was again?" the Doctor says, whipping off his glasses to stare at the boy who just planned an entire, almost perfect battle plan in less than two minutes against enemies he'd only met two hours ago.

"Edmund Pevensie," the boy says, still bending over the map they've acquired of the surrounding woods, his finger tracing paths across the paper.

"Hmm," the Doctor says, and thinks maybe having another companion wouldn't turn out that horribly after all.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Peter and Edmund, fighting back to back and side to side.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

At some point Peter has to let go of his fierce over-protectiveness when it comes to Edmund (though not of his own choosing, only in the face of Edmund's hot glare and the hissed words I'm as much a king of Narnia as you are, Peter); sometimes it's a sharp pang, when he sees Edmund's limbs growing out, long and a little clumsy, his face thinner and sharper. Ed's not his baby brother anymore, and won't suffer his protection for much longer.

But sometimes Peter doesn't mind so much--sword in hand and sweat burning in his eyes, the words for Narnia! ringing in his ears, Edmund strong and tall at his back--he sees that in this world of theirs, perhaps they can grow older without losing the blessings of childhood.