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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[notoriousreign.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund, swearing

pre-LWW

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Well I see you’ve run out of those words now- Edmund looks up, eyes bleary, jaw dropping only a fraction as Peter clambers in through the Headmaster’s window.

I haven’t, Edmund says, voice snagging on boyish when it tries to be sullen; he clenches his whipped, aching hands together when his brother tries to catch a glimpse of them, I’ve half-lost my voice, is all.

If you must know, Peter says, and to Edmund's relief, he doesn't try to reach out again and just curls up steady and warm beside him, when you started screaming, I thought that bloody idiot would fall over from fright, and Edmund hiccups, letting loose a watery laugh.

[justspaz.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Rossi, Rossi's really impressed with Reid's work in 'Uncanny Valley'.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Twilight/Slaughterhouse Five, Merlin/Alice/Billy Pilgrim, a unique love affair with time

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose, something in the way she moves me

First-person Doctor - WHY DID I EVEN TRY TO MAKE THAT WORK? Also, punctuation slaughter, good god.

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

[Read in Doctor-voice, either Nine or (more likely) Ten.]


Alright, listen, I know perfectly well that I'm clever - even for a Time Lord, I've always been clever, and it's kept me out of trouble (and subsequently back into it, but that's beside the point) my entire life - all of my lives, really, and there have been many.

So yes, curiosity is part of who I am, because to be clever is to be inherently curious - if you're not curious, you're probably not very interesting and you're certainly not clever, I've met enough people in this universe (and a few others) to know that much - new things, strange things, unexplained things, they're fascinating, and I dunno if you've noticed but I can't just ignore it when I come across something utterly unexpected - it grabs my attention and it shakes like a wild thing and I just can't walk away from that.

So what is it she's got, then, Rose - what is it she's got that makes that happen, that pulls at me, that can't be explained away? - because I know people, know how they work, and they do surprise me (oh, do they ever, it's one of the best parts of living this sort of life), but there's always a method to it - and I just don't understand her method at all; it's as though she doesn't have one - nothing seems to faze her, least of all me, which is refreshing if unusual... anyway, whatever it is, whatever this Rose element is that's got its hooks in me, all my supposed cleverness can't explain it away... and then again, I also can't remember the last time anyone (human, Time Lord, anyone) managed to move me this way, the way she does without even trying.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, author's choice, "someday it'll snow for real"

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Author's choice, this is how we say goodbye

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Wash the blood and dirt off the body, stitch closed the fatal wounds, dress him in clothes he lived and didn't die in; salt for protection, fire for purification, gasoline so it burns fast and cotton sheets because that's something no one should have to see.

Fire and blood and nothing left; clink a glass of whiskey in her honor and watch her picture burn.

Metallica isn't quite the right genre for John, far too new for Mary, wouldn't suit Adam at all, Jess's taste was eclectic but for this she'd choose Catholic hymns or Irish laments, too much reliance on the drum set for Jo, and sets Ellen's teeth on edge; it doesn't matter, because they're not the ones left to mourn: ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black, but the memory remains.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia, ensemble, together they spin a web of belief

[vampyreranger.livejournal.com]

Narnia has been a land without hope for too long. Aslan comes and goes with just enough frequency to keep hope alive and hope is a very dangerous thing indeed. But four children, strangers in a strange land, band together and hands intertwined spin a web of stability and belief for all creatures big and small.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Wilf and Donna, they need to stick together

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

"Quick, Gramps, through here!" she whispers urgently, holding the trapdoor long enough for him to climb past her, breathing hard. "I found us a way out - we'll be safe once we get past the guards in the courtyard, and then we can meet back up with the Doctor on the other side of that deactivated electrical barrier."

"You always were a brilliant girl, what would I do without you?" Wilfred says quietly, voice full of pride as he hurries along the passageway; behind him, Donna checks carefully for traps, and replies, "Well, you're just lucky you'll never have to find out, aren't you?" and scoots along past him with a smile.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Edmund, discovery

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

The first thing he noticed was the icy wind against his thin pyjamas (it made him shiver). The second was the snow that fell down his neck (so very cold). Then he opened his eyes properly (white, everywhere white) and saw that the world in the wardrobe Lucy had talked about was true.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Kirk/McCoy, a mutual understanding

[les342.livejournal.com]

Jim and Bones have a mutual understanding. The Captain gets hurts, the doctor fixes him up again, and they both realized a long time ago that this was just the way it was going to be. When he thinks about it Jim knows it isn't fair, but he's grateful for it nonetheless.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Catcher in the Rye, Holden and Allie, the baseball glove

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia/Catcher in the Rye, Holden/Susan, trying not to disappear

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

(If anyone has read the book then I would love some Avaric. So let me know if anyone is willing to write that. But for now I'll just prompt some Elphaba!)

Wicked, Elphaba, during school, stupid girls.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head at them as they pass her in the corridor. It's so funny that they seriously think she gives a damn what they think about her. She knows she's hardly the most popular girl around, but they're just so stupid she wouldn't want them to like her anyway because then she'd have to bear their inane chatter.

[samueljames]

Doctor Who, Mickey, seeing what Rose sees in the Doctor.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, shy kiss.

[vampyreranger.livejournal.com]

Jack and Ianto are walking down the street in downtown Cardiff, out to get dinner at a local pub. Jack is caught up in the tale of his third pregnancy- all waving hands and blinding grin. And he so thoroughly enchants Ianto that he has no choice but to lean up and peck Jack on the lips, shy smile in place all the while.

[samueljames]

Star Trek, McCoy/Chekov, comfort.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god, I lost her," he realizes out loud, and his blood runs cold, "I just couldn't hold on, and I lost her, and then she fell, and oh god, what have I done to the captain?" He is still shaking when the doctor looks into his eyes and holds him, saying, "Son, you did all you could, and sometimes that's just not enough, but it's not your fault, and you need to keep going forward because there's nothing else you can do."

Pavel is still upset but he knows that this man knows what he's talking about because he sees this kind of thing every day.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Sulu, falling without a chute

Repetitive and grammar fail! D:

[atruebluesky.livejournal.com]

‘It’s not flying- it’s falling with style,’ is oddly the only thing coherent thought that passes through Sulu’s mind when he finds himself hurtling towards the ground that’s turning into a swirl of chaotic disarray. And then the terror sets in and ohgodohgodohgod there’s nothing he can do even though damnit he’s a pilot and he was made to fly and this can’t be happening ohgodohgodohgod-! And then something slams into him and there’s shouting in his ear, but it doesn’t quite matter anymore because suddenly there’s direction in the fall, and that’s flying, and so long as Sulu is flying he knows he'll be okay; it's what he was made to do.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Chekov, what to do when there's nothing to do

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Don't let your hands stop moving. Keep punching buttons, computing for three different laws that you know exist but no one else does, drag air into your lungs in deep ragged breaths and don't stop.

If you stop moving, if you let your hands drop to your sides and your mind stop making desperate equations, then nothing is left but to accept that they are gone.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Wicked, Galinda, for appearances sake

[fiendlikethee.livejournal.com]

Galinda sacrifices many things for the sake of her appearance: time (for perfection is not swiftly attained), money (nor is it free), comfort (nor is it easy). But these are necessary inconveniences; the alternative is unthinkable.

(She remembers her mother's words--as a women, we must always be conscious of how we look, Galinda, for whatever we may say will soon be forgotten but beauty , beauty is always remembered.)

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Edmund and Lucy, the only one who believes her

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Aslan’s golden mane ahead of her, swept silver in the far night; her brother and sister behind her, fear trailing at their heels; and Lucy soldiers on.

The Narnian moon’s sly smile behind trees blurring past, the conquered land breathing hope and peril all at once; and Lucy gives a shiver.

Her other brother at her side, his dazed laugh like a fire in the dark, and all along, Lucy was believing in him too.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Susan, for hope of better days

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Wake up, roll over, empty place in her heart that's been scabbed over by time, but in the haziness of morning, still one foot in her dream, it hurts as freshly as if it were new. She has no brothers, she has no sister, she has no throne and no crown and no kingdom to rule; she has no bow-calluses left on her soft pretty hands, and her knives are for eating and never for fighting; loneliness is an ache and a sting and though waking from her dreams is painful, falling into them is something she looks forward to, the chance to once more walk into Narnia and see the land she might rejoin someday.

The only thing she truly believes in anymore is the promise of tomorrow.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Susan/Edmund, the sun in your hair (LB AU)

[weisquared.livejournal.com]

Edmund doesn’t need to open his eyes to know he is in no longer in True Narnia but back in the Shadowlands, in England once again, because he can feel it in the bruises on his chest and in the soreness of his body. He opens his eyes anyway, and sees Susan crying and smiling and saying something about railway accidents and “I’m so glad you’re awake.” The sun hits her hair and the streaks of wetness on her face, and he knows that Aslan was right to send them back this one last time.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Narnia, Dean/Susan, ships passing in the night

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

He doesn't know what makes him glance towards this woman and not another: maybe he recognizes the look in her eyes, of someone who had to grow up too fast, who had to protect others while young enough to need protection oneself, who wants to stop worrying for a while and have a little fun.

She doesn't know what makes her glance towards this man and not another: maybe she recognizes the look in his eyes, of someone who's lost more than anyone should bear, who has to stay to carry on the task they were set, who wants to lay down the burden for a few hours and be reminded of why it's worth carrying.

Sex is to create life, but it's also to make life worth living: these two might never meet again, might well forget the other's face and name, but for now, tonight, they're together, they're alive, and it's enough.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Wicked, Avaric, she's ugly (but so intriguing.)

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Avaric is a perfect asshole - he knows it and anyone who's talked to him for five minutes knows it - but that doesn't mean he has no feelings. He has feelings for Elphaba, though he can't imagine why. She's so ugly she shouldn't even be a blip on his radar, but something about her attracts something in him.

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Wicked, Avaric(/Elphaba), politics

[fiendlikethee.livejournal.com]

What Elphaba doesn't realize is that for all his moral and intellectual laxity, he's quite familiar with politics: he's a margreave's son; it's in his blood, a birthright.

One luncheon, when she's working herself into a tirade over one of her causes (Crope and Tibbett are, of course, egging her on while Boq tries vainly to provide some sensible input) he interrupts and, in his most patronizing tone, details the flaws in her argument.

She stares at him with stunned, furious incredulity and doesn't speak to him for a month (a price worth paying).