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

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Jack Harkness and Ten (gen or slash), decisions.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Jack is all wrong, never ever changing or staying dead for any amount of time, and the Doctor is scared of touching him or looking at him or even being near him.

But he's even more scared of facing Martha once she finds out he's abandoned his friend once again, since he knows he won't have a good answer to her accusations.

So for now he'll just wait in a terrible limbo, not daring to move or choose, for fear that it will all crumble to dust.

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

Oooh, really interesting use of the prompt! Thank you very much!

[trascendenza]

Oh, my old friend, he says, closing his eyes when Jack gets too close, when he starts to feel the ghost of a body that's hardly been dead long enough to mourn.

This will never get old, Jack smiles into his jawline, biting gently, not as long as you keep shedding your skin and giving me new ones to play with.

Sometimes he wonders whether it would be better if he didn't, but Jack's fingers press like anchors along the line of his scalps, and he knows he always will.

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

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THANK YOU KINDLY. <3

[trascendenza]

you're welcome! <333