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.

Comments

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, girl!Ed/Lucy, a faith I cannot share

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Sometimes Ed thinks that being practical is nothing more than an easier way to dress up world-weary cynicism; she has never been able to be anything but practical, realistic, but sometimes she wonders if she might sleep better at night if she had Lucy's bright-eyed faith.

"We aren't going back, Lu," Ed says quietly, and digs her nails into her palms until the hot tears threatening her eyes are forced back; she may be a queen in exile, but she is a queen nonetheless, and she will not behave with anything less than the dignity befitting her royalty.

Lucy looks at her with such breathtaking compassion, and says to her, "Ed-love, I refuse to believe that Narnia is closed to us; I refuse it," and her conviction is so strong, and her hand so tender cupped around Ed's chin, that Ed thinks she might let herself believe, if only for a moment.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Kirk/Bones, Is that our job, then? Stand there and watch them die?

[samueljames]

"Screw the Prime Directive, I didn't take this job to watch people get slaughtered while we observe from a safe distance. If one of them was allied with the federation we'd be in there like a shot, tell me you don't see the hypocrisy in that Bones."

Bones places a hand on his shoulder, "I see it Jim and I hate it just as much as you do but while we're with Starfleet we have to obey their rules even if it means just reporting the bodycount."

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

anthropomorphic objects/places, New York/Louisiana, you need a passport to come here

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

anthropomorphic objects/places, New Orleans, the crescent city

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Cair Paravel, Atlantis

[notoriousreign.livejournal.com]

To Susan, Cair Paravel had become almost legend to her; she would hear her siblings talk about the kingdom she once ruled and think "What a strange land" each time. As the years progressed, it became evident that the kingdom of Cair Paravel and the great kingdom of Atlantis in the stories she read were of the same merit to the oldest sister. Pity.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Biblical, Judas, "This is the night/That either makes me or fordoes me quite" (Othello, Act Five, Scene One)

[metonomia.livejournal.com]

Something compels him to continue hurtling toward his own destruction, and he cannot say what, even as he whispers the place, counts the tarnished coins, dies slowly with the image of wise, pained eyes burned into his mind. It is your sinful greed, a voice whispers to him with the sting of the fire and the burn of the rope. It is love, replies another, softer but stronger, as he is enveloped in warm light and kissed by the wings of angels.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

abstract concepts, proton/electron, fatal attraction

electron capture

[kelachrome]

There's a tangible loss in the coming-together, as there always is when two become one. It's a necessary sacrifice, and far beyond worthwhile for the seamless union that results.

The fall from orbit is inescapable, ineffable, fatal...and from the death of the fall is born a new, more stable world.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Anastasia, author's choice, poker and whiskey

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

No ordinary couple are they; late nights they come together with quick hands and breathless, teasing laughter, and afterward they clear away the sheets on the bed and reach for the deck of cards.

Dmitri teaches Anya the rules of the game, but finds she already knows the rules of how to drive him to distraction; cards hidden in one hand, eyes cutting toward him coyly, she touches the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and laughs brightly when he lets the whiskey he's drinking spill slightly from his mouth.

This is fun, she says, eyes laughing both with him and at him, and when her foot brushes bare and warm against his leg, and she smiles at him so radiant with love and sly humor, he can't do anything but agree.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Peter(/girl!Ed), the life with three sisters.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Peter has three sisters but has never really minded all that much, because Ed's as good as any boy anyway; Susan tries to play dolls and dress-up with her, but Ed just scowls at her blackly and yanks the ribbons out of her hair, then runs off to play catch with Peter in the backyard.

For a few blissful years, Peter knows he has two sisters and a best friend, and even when Ed starts becoming moodier and stops listening to what he says, even when their every interaction is rife with a kind of explosive fury, Peter wouldn't wish her any other way, because then she wouldn't be Ed.

In Narnia they grow older, and that's when everything catches alight; it is as if one day Peter wakes from a hazy sleep and notices the sloping white curve of Ed's neck, her clever, mobile mouth curled pink and sardonic; "When did you become a girl?" he asks helplessly, inanely, and Ed throws him a look both dark and sly, and says, "It's about time you noticed."

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Susan, places closed to me.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Edmund puts himself hastily in front of the door. "You don't want to go in there!" he exclaims when Susan raises an eyebrow and moves to step past him. "Lu's in there and she's...busy."

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, girl!Ed, "sons of the thief, sons of the saint"

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

She never expected to have a child: she's always been too young, too violent, and far too busy. But then again, she used her powers of seduction to steal state secrets for years now and it was bound to happen eventually. She's only gotten what she's snuck around to earn and she'll be as good a mother as she was a Puppet Mistress: it's for Narnia, after all.

(I'm not sure if this is quite in character)

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Edmund/Peter, Edmund uses sarcasm and clever words against their enemies because Peter likes it so much

(I just took my Calculus final, and looked at one of the questions and did not even know where to begin. XD So I could use some cheering up, please. :D)

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

"Let me get this straight," Edmund starts, "You're going to possess me?" and the hooded figure nods. He glances at his brother, a breath behind him, and goes on, "The thing is, I've already been possessed a couple times before; I should think I know how to fight it by now." This is all leading up to one final irrefutable argument, "And if you haven't heard all the stories, I honestly don't believe you have the mental capacity to possess anyone let alone me." - Peter moans with delight and Edmund grins at him: he's already won.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Narnia, girl!Ed, blood-red nails and lips, doll-face and brilliant mind

The Dark Queen, girl!Ed, pg

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

They called her the Dark Queen, the Lady of Shadows and the Puppet Mistress; she didn't mind- she might have started one or two of the most rapid rumours- she wears bold colours like blood red and deep forest green and always makes sure to have a knife visible at her waist (she had numerous of other weapons stashed around her body, but where, was for her to know and others to find out right before it was jammed up against their throat.)

She looked dangerous, but men always underestimated her because of her big dark eyes and small lithe frame; she knew how to turn everything into her advantage and ruled Narnia's underworld with an iron-fist; no man was unknown to her.

The Dark Queen would do anything to defend her country, anything to keep her family safe and she'd stop at nothing to keep her brother from harm (What she did might be shady, but someone had to do it- and there was no way in hell she would let Lucy do it; it was either Lucy or Ed, and Ed was already tainted.)

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Narnia, girl!Ed/Peter, she belongs to Narnia but mostly she belongs to Peter

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

For every ten suitors that came for Susan, three came for Lucy and one came for Ed.

She always said no without a second glance at the man, be he a duke or king; (she wasn't as graceful as Susan or as nice as Lucy with her declines, once she actually bared her teeth and told him to bugger off) when asked why she always replied that she belonged to Narnia and that no man could charm her away from her beloved country.

This was true, off course, but the main reason was Peter; Ed could never leave Peter (for a man) even if she tried- she belonged to Narnia (for Narnia is home) because Peter is Narnia's High King and wherever Peter is, that's the place she belongs (Peter is home).

**What is up with that ending? Damn this three sentence rule! (Says the girl who's in charge.)**

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, girl!John, author's choice

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, boy!Mary, author's choice

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia, girl!Ed, turkish delight

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

She still craved it, after all these years; Peter made sure that there was no Turkish Delight to be found in all of Narnia, it was banned as devil food and for that Ed was grateful; she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to resist.

Not that anything bad would happen if she did eat the sweet, but the memories cut her like a knife and she wanted to be stronger than this, stronger than Her, and by denying herself her favorite sweet, Ed did, in a small way.

But seeing it decked out here in the Tisroc's palace; with Susan dancing and laughing with a man she did not approve of; with Lucy at home and Peter off fighting the giants; Ed wavered- reaching out (just one piece) before a cold wind blew through the room (strange; there weren't many cold winds in Calormen) and she snapped out of the trance and grabbed an apple instead.

**Dude, I really suck at endings.**

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Wars/Star Trek/LotR, Yoda/Spock/Legolas, Pointy-Eared Bastards United (Can you tell I'm in the mood for crack?)

[fiendlikethee.livejournal.com]

Oh man. I went a little crazy. And I might do more, possibly, if I can think of a good way to make it cohesive and focused and less like random snippets. They are all rather out of character. Erm. Sorry about all this! It is very cracky, though!


"From different worlds, we are," the small green thing croaks, after several long moments of mutual silent examination.

The tall pale not-elf (the ears are confusing, but Legolas would know if he were a brother) nods, says in a voice stripped of emotion, "That would be the logical conclusion."

Legolas simply makes a valiant effort to keep from sighing, wishing uselessly that he had Gimli's talent for gruffly cutting through inanity; he's used to dealing with strange tongues and foreign customs, but this--speaking entirely different languages while using the same tongue--is a new (grating) development.


Some hours later, they're playing a game with the small, waxy slips of paper that had been sitting on the floor (Spock calls them "cards").

"Aces four, I have," Yoda squawks. Spock regards him for a beat before declaring that to be an "utterly false claim" and making him take the pile that had been building on the floor between them; Legolas does sigh this time and wonders how long this game is going to drag on.


A little while later, they discover that Vulcans (or half-Vulcans) and elves are immune to Jedi mind tricks. Yoda seems a triffle put out. Legolas distracts him by asking if this Force he described is unique to his world--if Sauron had been what Yoda calls Sith, some things might be explained.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia/Wicked, girl!Ed/Elphaba, political prisoners of love

No fic;

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Just bought Wicked today, hopefully after I've read it I can fill this prompt for you!

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Merlin, backwards!Merlin, WWII - He sees the man who believes that might makes right and it terrifies him that he used to think the same way

[rinfics.livejournal.com]

He is young--getting younger every minute, every second of the day--and his appearance is not of a wise old man, but a youngling: a dark-haired, fair-skinned slip of a boy.

He is in hiding--because he is not accepted; because Arthur has not yet arrived; because he is young, and he is frightened--inside an attic with several other frightened people who are trying to live--outlast; survive--and he knows he must leave soon, because something evil is coming and he is not strong enough to battle them on his own and--Arthur, where are you now?

He peeks outside the attic window and sees them, the fair-haired, blue-eyed people who seek to protect their land and they remind him so much of--Arthur, we wage war so the other kingdoms will not wage war against us; Arthur, we are different because we seek to quell the threats to our kingdom while they seek to expand theirs; Arthur, know this: we are the righteous ones--and when he falls asleep later his dreams are haunted with past memories and the cries of the dead and he wakes up with his heart in his throat and he thinks: what if I am the cause of all this?

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Edmund and Susan, rain and cigarettes.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

"You going to tell me these are bad for my health?" Edmund asks flatly, smoke curling lightly from the cigarette held between his fingers; Susan looks at him impassively for a moment, then sits beside him and holds her hand out.

"Not if you give me one," she says calmly, and Edmund remembers why he loves her so much sometimes: Lucy is an innocent still in so many ways, and Peter is too golden for almost any world, but Edmund and Susan deal in practicalities because someone must.

They sit together in smoke-heavy silence, watching the rain beat tears down into the ground.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Edmund, king of shadows

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Peter is the one they look to in battle, strong and golden-proud, the face of their hope and their kingdom; the High King embodies Narnia's growth.

Edmund is the Shadow-King, night-dweller, the silent one who deals in rumor and words and those dangers one cannot face on the battlefield; Narnia loves him, of course, because Aslan loves him and gave him his blessing, but they cannot love him with the same fervor they afford Peter.

"I wish they knew," Peter says quietly, when Edmund comes to him cloaked in black with a knife in one hand and battle secrets in another; but Edmund shakes his head and says, "I don't do it so they'll love me, I do it to keep them safe; and besides, I know you're proud of me, and that is all I've ever needed."

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, girl!Ed/Peter, kiss

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Ed's lips are wet with juice from the apples she's been eating, parted ever so slightly for Peter's touch; temptation, sin, this is what he should be thinking of, but all that comes to his mind is sweet.

She pulls back first, then licks her lips afterward as if chasing his taste; she says You have to know that you're all I've ever wanted, and there is only earnest truth in her dark eyes: experience has taught her the value of truth.

Peter cups her face in one hand, traces a thumb over the curve of her cheek; Lucky me, he says.

(Oh my god, C. You and this ficathon gave me a new OTP with these two, seriously. XD Like I needed another one to keep me occupied.)

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, all-male!Pevensies, lark

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Lucas sighed as he bandaged Peter's leg, again, when Peter winced, Lucas said, "That'll teach you to play with a huge, not yet healed gash in your leg!"

He tilted his head to look at Sam, who just shrugged and said, "Tried to make him stop; do you think he listens to me? No."

"It was only for a lark," Peter said; when meeting his brothers disproving eyes he mumbled, "It's all Ed's fault."

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, any Pevensie and Eustace, eavesdrop

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

"Listen," Eustace says quietly, and Susan pauses outside the door, preparing to tiptoe past, before the rest of his words catch her attention. "I know I'm -- I'm a poor replacement, but it's still not fair to keep me waiting. Just -- do something, please, anything to let me know that there's still a Narnia."