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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[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Merlin, girl!Merlin/Arthur, thy blood

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, girl!Sam, no chick-flick moments

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

In July, Sam and Jess fly to Massachusetts to exchange rings, mostly because they can. In November, Dean notices Sam's ring and raises an eyebrow, and then sees Jess, and the moment they're out of Jess's sight Sam punches Dean for everything she knows he was thinking about hot lesbian action; in November, Sam thinks about taking the ring off, but she's never seen Dad without his. In April (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Same-sex_marriage_in_Massachusetts#Timeline), Sam sees the headline saying nonresidents of Massachusetts haven't been able to marry in Massachusetts since 1913 if their home state wouldn't acknowledge it, and she laughs until she cries, and when Dean asks, she says "Fuck off, Winchesters aren't allowed chick-flick moments, you said so yourself," and Dean glances at the laptop screen and at the ring on Sam's left hand and says "I'm gonna make a beer run; maybe you should call Becky."

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam and Dean, until we die (for die we will.)

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

The Devil is closing in on them day by day, toying with them and letting them stew in their own insidious, inescapable fear; they're going to die and they've known it forever, but the only way they're going down is shotgun in hand and taking down enough hellspawn demons with them to make a difference.

Time was, Sam would have added to that in his own mind, the only way he's going down is side-by-side with his brother, watching his back and knowing his is covered in return; now that's no longer a certainty--Sam can feel Dean's eyes on him from behind, but he doesn't know what Dean's thinking anymore, and if he's allowed one last wish before the world around him goes to hell, all he wants is for his brother to look at him like he used to before, like he's his best friend and not just his burden, like there's no one else in the world more important to him.

Sam's eyes are stinging but he pretends it's from the putrid air around them, and he's focused so intently on checking his gun and not saying all he wants to, that he doesn't notice Dean moving closer until his hand is heavy on Sam's shoulder; he can feel Dean inhale, hesitate, then whisper into his ear, "You're my little brother, Sammy, and there's not one day I've wished it any different," and Sam blinks hard and swallows, and maybe they're going to die today, tomorrow, a month from now, but it doesn't matter so much as long as he has his brother.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Gilmore Girls, Rory/Logan, flying high

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Peter, girl!Edmund, boy!Susan, boy!Lucy, pick-pocket!AU, you can never go home

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

"That's not true," Lucas says indignantly, and Sam rolls his eyes.

"It's commonly accepted as a truth in philosophical circles - it's like the saying you can never go over the same river twice - either you or the river has changed in the moments between."

"This is not a theological debate," Edlyn drawls from her corner, tamping down her cigarette with slender fingers before flicking it into the waste basket and leaning over to put her head in Peter's lap.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Susan, never alone

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

By the time Susan is sixteen, she has forgotten what even the concept of privacy is. She knows how to shut a door, of course, and even to keep someone on the other side, but Cair Paravel is always there, waiting, and when she opens the doors again the Royal Guard is waiting for her patiently. To be alone is to be vulnerable; to be vulnerable is a death sentence.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Oliver Twist, Dodger, best there is

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Peter, last to know

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Peter is never the last to know, though he is not always the first, but he is never the last, because he has Edmund, and Edmund will keep him informed, because that is what he does.

But when Peter comes home for the winter hols after his first term at uni, he is greeted by Edmund and Lucy, and not Susan. This time, he is the last to know.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Draco/Ginny, I can live without you, I just don't want to.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

"People are beginning to think you can't live without me," Ginny says casually, reaching up to brush a stray hair off his forehead.

"Are they, blood traitor?" he says, raising an eyebrow sardonically as she smirks at the epithet. "I'd survive," he concedes, "I just don't want to."

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Chris, it will never be right

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

DC Comics, Batman(/author's choice), if it's not rough it isn't fun.

[lettersandliars.livejournal.com]

Bruce Wayne is and always will be a ladies' man; charming, intelligent, rich, and scandalous--it's not hard to see why.

Selina doesn't much care for him.

No, what she likes is the breathless struggle, the silence, feeling his control and composure and doing everything to break it, and then inspecting her bruises in the morning, tracing her fingers over the scratches on his back before he wakes; Selina likes the Bat.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Lucy, follow me

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

A whisper: little sister, little queen, we have missed you.

One day Lucy would have shed her shoes, to better feel the earth beneath her feet, but today she does not have the time to spare. She leaves her siblings and the DLF sleeping and follows the whisper of the trees into the forest.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Glee, ensemble, and we all fall down

[pleonasm]

When Finn showed up for Sectionals, they all dared to hope that it could be Glee again, the club that broke down clique boundaries, that encouraged futures, that made school bearable.

But it was only a patch, because Finn still wasn't talking to Puck or Quinn, and Quinn was sneaking out of rehearsal to cry in the bathroom, and Puck was more than usually violent to Kurt on dumpster mornings, and Finn just wasn't coping; Mr. Schue was distracted by Miss Pillsbury, everyone was tired of the drama, and they'd almost forgotten what it was to sing together and forget.

"Don't stop believing," Rachel sang with all her heart, but she felt like she was fighting a losing battle, that no more golden stars were going to happen for them, and she didn't know what to do next; there were no feelings to hold onto anymore.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund, graduation

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

"This pomp and ceremony wearies me," he says to Peter, who laughs and brushes off the back of his robes.

"Put up with it," he advises.

"Does it get easier in university?" Edmund says quietly, and Peter shrugs noncommittally but his eyes say no.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Mulan, Shang/Mulan, training exercises

[pleonasm]

Marriage is a learning process, and Shang is always learning new things about his bride, like the way her hair looks, unbound in the moonlight, and the warmth of her body next to him as she sleeps, and the fact that she rises even earlier than he does, slipping away in the predawn quiet.

He's not used to having someone next to him, and his military training overshadows his happiness; he wakes when she gets up, but hesitates to follow, in case she is only taking care of necessary business, because married or not, such things need their privacy. He only gets up when he hears the door open and shut, and then he follows, to see his wife hard at work in the growing light, her body moving familiarly through their morning training exercises; and marriage is a learning process, so Shang just smiles and joins her without comment, because if there's something he's learned about Mulan since he's met her, it's that she will make him space, but she won't give up who she is for him-- and that makes him the happiest husband in China.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Mulan, Shang/Mulan, weary of peace

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

"I'm tired of this," Shang announces one day, throwing himself down on their bed.

"Tired of peace?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I need something to do."

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Mary Poppins/Narnia, Mary Poppins/Susan, umbrellas and bows

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Susan can tell right away that this tall stately lady has some kind of magic in her blood, so it's only courtly habit that makes her drop into a bow. Mary Poppins can tell right away that this girl who's too old to still have skinned knees is practically perfect in just about every way, so it follows naturally that she takes her hand and brings her to the rooftop.

She opens up her umbrella and they're off to realms unknown.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Knight and Rogue series by Hilari Bell, Michael/Fisk, author's choice

(Dear god, someone please tell me you've read this? Young adult series, but one of the slashiest things I've read all year. :D)

no fic

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

If anyone's interested, I did a rec post for this book here (http://grim-lupine.livejournal.com/41074.html#cutid1).

[justspaz.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid(/Hotch) & Jack, mothers

Post '100' angst would be lovely.

[kelachrome]

He isn't exactly familiar with the nurturing that most mothers provide; everything he knows about functional families has been learned by watching other people, and more recently by being part of the BAU. Still, when Jack's quiet sobs wake him, the pain and loss in those cries pull him from Aaron's bed [carefully, so he doesn't ruin Aaron's rare moment of undisturbed sleep] and down the hall to Jack's room; he gathers Aaron's son in his arms.

"I'm so sorry," he breathes into Jack's ear, and recites for him the only maternal comfort he remembers: softly spoken lines of poetry, fading into the night.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Narnia/The Matrix, Neo/Trinity/Edmund, down time

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Duncan and Connor, living in this time and place

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Duncan and Rebecca Lord, "I almost wish I'd met you first"

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, stormtroopers, there are people under those masks

[fiendlikethee.livejournal.com]

They said that the uniform would inspire fear, that it would lend them authority, that it would make them an emblem of the Empire's power.

The Stormtroopers realize too late that it only makes them easier to kill. Their enemies forget that there are people under those masks and don't hesitate to pull the trigger.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia/Doctor Who, Edmund/Captain Jack, "Let me teach you a thing or two."

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, red

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

There is a girl in Michigan and her name is Rennie, and she's fourteen years old with red hair that turns people's heads on the street; it's not that shade of light orange most people call red-headed, it's a deep red that catches the light and it's something she's quite proud of, because she's at that awkward stage of adolescence, growing all coltish limbs and bursts of sudden height, but her hair is something that sets her apart, something that makes her beautiful; she's a normal girl with a nice normal family, none of whom have any idea of what lurks in the darkness and is growing steadily bolder day by day.

She dies on a Thursday mid-October when a man with dead frightening black eyes catches her by the waist and lifts a knife to her throat; hello, sweetheart, he rasps in her ear, breath hot and foul, don't you worry, anyone you care about will be following you soon enough; it's open season, doll, end of the world as you--or anyone else--know it, and then everything goes dark.

The people that find her body don't notice her beautiful hair--it fades away next to the crimson blood pooling around her head, and three states away, the Winchester brothers shiver in their sleep; the end of the world is nigh.