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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[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Misfits, Kelly/Nathan, high.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

As apologies go, it's not the worst one in the world; well, not once you give it some context, which is that if Nathan made such a fuss over losing the weed in the first place, that fact that he's sharing it with her means he must be at least a little bit sorry for jumping on her (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtqI5WKObXs). Her mind, fucking unfaithful bastard, sighs (as much as Kelly ever could sigh) that it was the wrong kind of jumping, and as her weed-slow mind begins to process that fact she's fucking glad that it's not her thoughts Nathan can read.

As it is, he's staring without shame at the gap where she's unzipped her jumpsuit just a little, so she aims a kick at his groin - misses slightly and hits the outside of his knee - before pulling the zip back up again; in her head, she smiles.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Edmund, putting the diplomacy and clever words he's learned in Narnia to use in England

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

He gains a reputation in his classes for a sharp tongue, sharper than his professors would like, and more insightful too.

"Clearly an idiot," he says, shoving back in his seat, barely avoiding putting his feet on the desk. "No wonder they lost the bloody empire."

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Othello, Iago/Cassio or Othello/Desdemona, Goats and Monkeys!

[vampyreranger.livejournal.com]

Othello knows how others see Desdemona. She is beautiful and humorous and well-versed in conversation. But it takes a discerning eye to see the wild animal she hides within.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Ender's Game, Ender/Val/Peter, "Two sides of the same coin. And I'm the metal in between."

[weisquared.livejournal.com]

Metaphors are dangerous, dangerous things: they can illuminate and explain truths, but the more Valentine uses them, the more she runs the risk of thinking that they are true. She once told Ender that he and Peter were two sides of the same coin and she the metal in between, and that was true and useful in its own way. Ender and Peter were both Great Men who changed the world with their presence, but she is more than an anchor tying them together and to the rest of humankind – she can change the world herself.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Life On Mars, Donna/Gene, drinking games.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

"Come on, you," Donna tugs at her inebriated man. Gene makes a grab for her, hands aiming for her chest and landing on her waist, and she leans in, smiles into the smell of cigarettes and brandy and the softener she'd chosen because it reminded her of home, "No more strip poker for you."

"It's not strip poker unless someone strips," he says, and Donna just laughs, pulls at the top of his shirt and kisses the collarbone beneath.

Sorry it's not quite drinking games D: the prompt ran away from me.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Misfits, Kelly/Nathan, Spice Girls.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

Kelly is going to kill Nathan, and probably soon.

"Yeah, I bet you wanted to be Ginger Spice!" he shouts, obnoxiously loud, and he waves the long-tattered childhood pencil case above her head; to top it off she can hear him thinking how great her boobs look when she's this close and reaching up, straining for his so-much-higher hands.

Fuck you, mate, she thinks, and knees him in the crotch.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Skins, Chris/Maxxie, "friends for fucking ever, mate!"

[samueljames]

He doesn't know why he was so nervous about telling his friends, apparently while he'd been figuring it all out his friends already realised he was gay. Sid gave him a thumbs up while Tony made a joke about less competition when it came to girls. Later that night when they were all slightly drunk Chris stumbled over to Maxxie who smiled as Chris threw an arm around his shoulder "don't care if you do want it up the arse friends for fucking ever, mate!"

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Like Minds, Alex/Nigel, silent conversations.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

Misfits, Nathan/Kelly & Simon, like an old married couple

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

(Should I stop filling these and give someone else a chance do you think? Or are other people not likely to know what the hell we're going on about?)

He doesn't need to be invisible to feel like the one left out when Curtis and Alisha are sort-of-fucking behind any closed door and Nathan and Kelly are going through some sort of messed up mating ritual involving punches (Kelly's) and tears (Nathan's) and pretty much acting like the definition of the term "old married couple". Sometimes he listens to Kelly shouting as she tries so hard to pretend like she's not falling for Nathan's Irish charms, and imagines it's him she's shouting at, that it's him only a thin veil of fear is stopping her from shagging like it is Nathan. Sometimes he lies back on the steps and imagines a world where he's not the odd one out, not odd full stop, but most of all, a world where someone like her would look twice at someone like him.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

Misfits, Nathan & Nathan/Kelly, rubbing it in Alisha and Curtis's faces....

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

When Nathan starts the day with "Do you know what I love? Sex!" it's pretty much guaranteed to go downhill, especially since Kelly is glaring her very best 'I can kill you with one swing' glare at him, and Nathan's returning smile is too smug for it to be just his usual idiocy. Either he's even more of a fucking moron than anyone thought or he's got some deal going with the devil, because he just ignores Kelly's 'seriously, kill' face and starts talking about blowjobs and positions and orgasms and the things he's learning to do with his tongue, and God, is that an image Alisha doesn't need running through her head. She rolls her eyes at Curtis and is so caught up watching the way his lips turn up just slightly that she almost misses Kelly snarling "Seriously, do you want me to never touch you again?", and suddenly it all makes a sickening sort of sense as she realises that, not only did her life fucking suck before, but now she's certain Nathan's going to be a wanker about the whole thing for ages.

[samueljames]

Life On Mars, Sam/Gene, New Year's Eve.

[samueljames]

As If, Alex/Allen, romance.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Life on Mars, Donna/Gene, office christmas party

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Dudley, What he saw when the dementors came

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

Misfits, Nathan/Kelly, they said I was lucky.

(I actually winced at this prompt!)

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

At night the images flash through his mind on a never-ending loop, always in black and white like the old films his mum likes, and he wonders if that's so he doesn't see the blood so vividly, his minds last attempt at sanity when the rest of him already feels like it's faded away. He can hear the screams as he goes through his day, the motions set in as nothing more than necessity (it's a matter of processing, his bloody shrink keeps saying until he asks just how many people have died in front of her and she shuts up), words drying up on his lips where he used to have too many. Sometimes, even with his eyes open wide, he can see it playing like a movie in front of him, watch her race through the door, remember thinking how good her tits looked when she ran, feel his heart stop as her head snaps to the side and she falls, falls, falls, and then he shuts his eyes and tries to forget all over again.

[finkpishnets.livejournal.com]

Misfits, Kelly/Nathan, princess.

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

"What d'you think?"

They're sorting clothes again, more rank cast-offs from grannies and charity shops (she can tell because they all smell of old people), and Kelly is counting down the hours until she can go down the chippie and then watching Eastenders, or at least she is until Nathan flounces over in that too-small pink tutu and another pair of ski goggles (some kind of obsession?); he puts a hand on one hip, worringly feminine, says "Aren't I the prettiest princess?"

"You look like a knob," Kelly says, and ignores him when he chucks a musty old blouse on her head.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

The Godfather, Sonny/Tom, author's choice

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Digory Kirke, art thou fallen from grace

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

(Have not read Magician's Nephew in forever, so apologies if this turns out weird. :D)

One cannot witness the birth of a world and go about one's life the same after that.

Home is not quite home for him anymore, the edge of not fully belonging always present; as he gets older he becomes used to this word eccentric: they all say about him oh that man, sweet as can be but definitely eccentric; eccentric, in this case, means that he has seen magic at work and beholds his world with different eyes for it.

Four children go into a wardrobe; and all he can do is watch.

(Hmm. I'm not quite sure if this answered your prompt; I can try again if you'd like. :) )

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Jill, orphan girl

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Jill may as well be an oprhan. Her parents ship her off to school, to the Experiment House, where no parent would send their child if they had a grain of compassion, and Jill is alone.

Then she meets Eustace, who is snobby and lectures her and talks about his parents' hoity-toity beliefs, but he sits by her at lunch and she is not so alone.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Author's Choice, "Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell" (Othello, 4.2.48)

[vampyreranger.livejournal.com]

Castiel struggled to keep his faith after he watched Uriel die, knowing they can never be reunited in their father's kingdom. He could never understand why an angel as fearless and loyal as Uriel, an archangel, would betray them for the Enemy. But now as he watches over the Winchesters, having faced down Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel, he understands some of that need to rebel- for though he is an angel, he too is tired and ready to lay down his burden.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Twilight, Bella, Go ask Alice

[pleonasm]

Er. This is a book title as well as a character so um. I decided to go with the book theme of addiction.

Sometime in the twenty-third century Bella begins to wonder if vampirism is a dream, an addiction, the ultimate desire, and she plugs into the Internet, golden eyes sharp, reading over symptom after symptom, but she can come to no conclusion, so finally she asks her husband for his opinion.

"Love and family," he answers after a moment, "are the best kind of addictions I know," and he hugs her close; she shuts her eyes and lets the thought go for another century, but then, when the bloodlust rises and there is less and less to spend it on, she begins to feel like a junkie, desperate for her fix, watching her eyes darken in the mirror and not knowing what to do with her thirst.

On a Tuesday in May, she bites Edward.

[penny-lane-42.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse - Victor/Sierra - first kiss

[sutlers.livejournal.com]

Amatsuki, Kon/Kuchiha, February

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, girl!Edmund(/Peter), who is the child with no complaint?

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

There is an arrow in her thigh; Ed looks around her, trying to stagger to her feet, sword clenched in her hand as she looks for Peter (who will take care of her even if she doesn't want it, that is what he always does) but her mind keeps getting stuck on the fact that there is an arrow in her thigh.

"Ed," Peter gasps, dropping down to his knees beside her; she grits her teeth at the waves of pain crashing over her, but she will not cry out, she is stronger than that (like Peter, who stands so brave in her mind); and the only thing she moves are her fingers when Peter fumbles to grasp her hand.

"You'll be alright," Peter says softly, and already she can hear help on its way, and Peter's hand is warm and broad folded around her own; he says, "It's alright, Ed, I've got you," and she can't help the choked half-sob that escapes, but Peter is stroking her hair back from her forehead so maybe it is alright.

(Um. This kind of went away on its own direction. XD Hope it's something like what you wanted.)

[sutlers.livejournal.com]

The Proposal, Margaret/Andrew, reverted

[sciosophia.livejournal.com]

Andrew wonders, sometimes and always briefly, if maybe they're going backwards; that it's the wrong direction, if they are, and if it was always going to end up like this. Margaret is sipping coffee from a huge Starbucks mug, the one he bought for Christmas, and even in the midst of decorating she's neat and tidy, braided hair immaculate and with that shrewd expression she uses for assessing manuscripts, except that now it's directied at two duabs of paint on the wall; one yellow and one yellow.

"I prefer the left," she says, holding out the empty mug for Andrew to take, and Andrew sighs, happy and sad, because this dynamic - their dynamic - will never quite go away.