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

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, a loud person/a quiet person, Silent Night

Unheavenly Peace (Dick/Mac, from "Veronica Mars")

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

“Turn. It. Off---my brother fucking loved that song,” Dick is grousing and Mac is already gearing up for pain-pang-number-eleven (yeah, she’s counting…shut up) when Dick adds, kicking at her foot, “…and anyways, who sings about virgins and then. sings about ‘heavenly peace’; who came up with that, huh?”

Mac snorts and bites down on the snarky remark that had been percolating, and she puts on Jingle Bell Rock instead; Dick mutters that if he sorta tilts his head this way, and the light from the TV hits her that way, and she puts on the Santa hat sideways; she sorta looks like Lindsay-when-she-was-in-Mean-Girls(well! At least it isn’t a porn star he’s comparing her to this time.)

He isn’t at all drunk(…oh yeah, her fault), and she isn’t totally sober(his brother’s fault); it isn’t really Christmas anymore and they both aren’t totally all right; but when he sits gamely through Love Actually and over-identifies with the horny guy character, she sweeps her fingers through his weirdly soft hair (he’s half-asleep, so…yeah) and she doesn’t go away(like he said she should, five hours ago.)