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

[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]

Ooh! This is exactly the sort of thing I was hoping for. Thanks, bb!

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! Glad you liked it, C. :)