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

(set in LWW)

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

If Ed was a boy, Peter reflects wearily, as he trudges up to the girls’ room, this would be so much easier: Peter would call her something horrible just to put her in her place; and no fists would be raised (he’s so sick of how everyone at school seems to think that’s the way to solve everything, including a ruddy war ) but Peter wouldn’t entirely shoot down the idea that they could be (then again that’s what he likes about the boys at school, they taught him how to keep a threat always ominously hanging even when he’s too dead beat to carry it out.)

As it is, he’s got one sister in tears and possibly moonstruck(Peter knew he shouldn’t have read her too many fairy stories when she was small); one who’s had it and furiously calls Ed names that she picked up who-knows-where (behind Ed’s back, of course, but that doesn’t stop Peter from giving Susan a warning look) ; and one who raises her eyebrows as Peter slams the door open, entirely unflustered by her big brother’s stormy expression.

“What on earth am I going to do with you?” Peter asks coldly; he’s met with an insolent yawn and an idle “If you hit me, I’ll tell Professor Kirke.”

Re: (set in LWW)

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

I absolutely adore this. You write a wonderful Peter! And the last sentence is win.

Re: (set in LWW)

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Oh, girl!Edmund! I love his/her insolence and gah, this is so awesome! Thank you so much :D