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

[atanih88.livejournal.com]

After School Nightmare, Sou/Ichijo, still a boy

[pleonasm]

Ichijo was good with secrets-- a woman always was, right-- and no one knew how off kilter (s)he felt sometimes, stumbling in high heels, wetting (her) his lips and wishing for something different than gloss.

Sou knew-- a man always finds out, a man always fights-- he knew somehow, in a manner that terrified Ichijo, because how should a stranger know his core so well?

"You are a boy still, aren't you?" Sou whispered against Ichijo's skin, biting Ichijo's lip, making him spill and spill and spill out, crying like a woman, right-- and the word he cried was, "Yes," and that was when Sou stepped away in disgust, because Ichijo would never be who he wanted herherher him to be.