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

[lyra-star.livejournal.com]

The first thing that comes to Squalo's mind when he meets the kid is that he is fucking bat-shit barking mad, probably the craziest fucker he has met to date. And that in his books is an accomplishment; what with all the mad hatters he hangs around with, albeit reluctantly. "He is a bit eccentric," is all Mammon says and when he turns to Mammon incredulously he only gets a smirk in reply; "Great then you can be his partner!" Lussuria announcs imperiously still watching Bel go "shishishsi" with a mildly disturbed look on his face; at Mammon's sputters Squalo can feel a smirk break out on his face, sweet revenge.

[circles9.livejournal.com]

Heh heh, oh Mammon, you asked for it.