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Three Sentence Ficathon 2015

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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 and on Tumblr and everywhere! I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!







Rules kept from last year:
If you want to request a queerplatonic ship you just use this symbol: ~ instead of the: / Read more about the concept HERE
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Harry Potter, Bellatrix/Rodolphus, you're beneath me
Bellatrix insisted on separate beds on their wedding night.

“You are beneath me, I may have been bound to you by my parents, but the only man I truly love is the Dark Lord.”

Yet Voldemort was determined that he must live his life alone, desiring conquest of the wizarding world more than he ever desired a wife, so Bellatrix must remain in this marriage.

killing_kurare

2 years ago

tellshannon815

2 years ago

eternal_moonie

2 years ago

tellshannon815

2 years ago

Harry Potter, Draco/Ginny, pureblood values
"She's a pureblood just the same as you and me, Father, no matter what politics indicate," Draco stood tall, his chin jut out in defiance.

Lucius stared at his son's newly announced fiancee with barely concealed disgust.

Holding Ginny's hand, announcing his pending marriage and true happiness, Draco pushed back against his father for the first time in his twenty-nine years.

eternal_moonie

2 years ago

Buffy, Drusilla/Spike, eternal love
He writes poetry in blood across her stomach, then licks it up before she can read it.

"Mm," she pouts, "My beautiful boy shouldn't keep dark and lovely secrets from me."

He smirks, lips still red, and says, "Don't worry, love, it was something that you already know."

killing_kurare

2 years ago

Buffy, Angelus/Drusilla, tormented
There is a chance it will all backfire and she will turn on him but it is worth it. The more of her sanity she loses the more vicious she becomes. He's going to enjoy setting her on the world.

killing_kurare

2 years ago

electricalgwen

2 years ago

Phantom of the Opera, Eric/Christine, only you
Phantom of the Opera, Eric/Meg, Never good enough
Meg loves Christine, but she also hates her – hates how she's had Erik's undivided attention since the start, all those years and oceans ago in Paris, and still does now despite the fact that she's chosen pretty, bland Raoul over her Angel of Music long ago.

And here's Meg, trying so hard – on the stage every night, singing her heart out, and in his office and his quarters, offering tea and distraction and comfort – but nothing she does is ever good enough, or even leaves an impression.

"That'll be all, Miss Giry," Erik says, casually dismissing her without even looking up from his paperwork, and if Meg was capable of violence, she'd scream and shout and burn the whole of Coney Island down just to have him see her for once.

killing_kurare

2 years ago

sandrine

2 years ago

killing_kurare

2 years ago

sandrine

2 years ago

killing_kurare

2 years ago

Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, He returns at night
The air feels different in the mornings after Jareth visits: a crisp, green sensation, like wind blowing over leaves and stone and icy water, regardless of the actual weather. Sarah rolls sideways on her bed at dawn and buries her face in a pillow that bears a faint and fading trace of ozone and feathers; that scent and the touch of the Labyrinth in the air are the only signs that anyone had come to visit, let alone shared wine and kisses and slept beside her, and for an aching moment she wishes...

But then she sighs, and shuffles through her shoebox apartment in search of coffee and her laptop, and submerges herself back into mundane life rather than resent his absence; she has her responsibilities and deadlines as Jareth has his own, and neither wants to risk their hard-won peace by dragging its terms into the light of day.
Asoiaf/Thor crossover, Loki/Sansa, arranged but happy wedding
She knows they whisper in the Southlands, half in scorn and half in fear, of the kind of queen who would consent to wed and bed the Great Other's bastard, and join her House to that encroaching darkness. But she is a Stark before she is queen; she knows the cruelties of ice cannot match the cruelties of men, and her family count winter as foe and ally both – and so she says to anyone that dares to ask her.

He himself asked her only once – the two of them draped in furs and blankets and sipping mead before the fire, long after the Long Night had ended – and what she told him was something entirely different: bastard or no, monster or otherwise, he spins a story better than any minstrel she's ever known, and he makes her laugh.

(This is an amazing crack pairing. Hopefully I made it work...)

killing_kurare

2 years ago

silvr_dagger

2 years ago

edenfalling

2 years ago

silvr_dagger

2 years ago

xahra99

2 years ago

Asoiaf/Thor crossover, Loki/Sansa, she sings for him
The whispers are furtive, if plentiful, of what depravities that monster from beyond the Wall subjects his too-young Stark wife to. So when he doesn't bother with subtlety, as he informs her over dinner that she will join him in his chamber that night, the bannermen at the other tables turn away, shuddering, and make a point of not listening any more.

Perhaps if they weren't trying so hard not to, later that evening they would hear gentle Southron songs of chivalry and romance from behind the "monster's" door.

killing_kurare

2 years ago

janetlin

2 years ago

Asoiaf/Thor crossover, Loki/Sansa, befitting a God
“We’re not gods,” Loki says,”just very long lived monsters.”
He looks like a tall pale man, rather than the Frost Giant aspect he calls jotun, but if he means to discourage Sansa, his words have the opposite effect. The gods have always ignored her; men have misused her, and the only people who have treated her kindly are those who other men name monsters.
Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru, dinner
Part of being a professional musician on Michiru's level is maintaining contact with the right parts of society: the ones who pay for tickets and donations to keep orchestras and concert halls in the black. Haruka hated the artificiality of it all at first; hated biting her tongue while Michiru gently and politely redirected insulting conversational threads into equally offensive but more financially productive directions; hated the improbable clothes, the uncomfortable shoes, and the score or clashing perfumes; hated the way even the food at charity dinners and fancy restaurants seemed to ooze self-satisfied superiority.

She still hates all those things, but she's learned to let her anger go and wait for the moment Michiru meets her eyes and nods, and they slip away, laughing, to mount Haruka's motorcycle and roar off through the night: two princesses turned back into ordinary women in search of cheap, greasy takeout and the lived-in comfort of their own home.
Jurassic World, Claire/Owen, if I am a fifth of whiskey, you're the champagne/ if you're a wildflower, I'm a grenade
Jurassic World, Claire/Owen, mad love
Jurassic World, Claire/Owen, let's just unzip your religion down

tellshannon815

November 29 2015, 18:41:30 UTC 2 years ago Edited:  November 29 2015, 18:41:52 UTC

Orphan Black, Donnie,

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there
Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who...

Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there...

et_tu_lj

December 11 2015, 05:56:42 UTC 2 years ago Edited:  December 11 2015, 05:57:09 UTC

She can admit now that in the years of PTA meetings, soccer games and homework checking, she'd taken Donnie for granted. He became transparent: just another body to keep clothed and fed, to watch tv with, and, about once a week, do other things with.

Now that he’d killed to protect her (and still needed her to help clean up the mess), she saw Donnie for what he really was, for what he’d always been: sweet, loyal, and (most importantly) hers.