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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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Daria, Jane/Daria, big damn kiss
Harry Potter, cisgirl!Harry, damaged


yes, this is my new favorite thing

Anonymous

December 7 2015, 01:08:32 UTC 1 year ago

How I Met Your Mother, Tracy/Ted, discovering they both wear driving gloves
She doesn't even think about it, pulling out the gloves with a flourish and snapping them on, enjoying the smell of the leather and the smoothness on her hands, and then she thinks, Oh no -- I didn't warn him.

She looks over at Ted, and he's doing that glowy thing he does whenever she does something that makes him happy, with that worshipful look in his eyes that sometimes scares her a little, but mostly excites her.

"Well, now I have to return your Christmas present," he says, not sounding unhappy at all, and she grins; "You could just get me a nicer pair?"
Any fandom or original, any pairing, in the arms of night
Christine wrapped her arms around herself, but not for warmth; this was not the first time the chill of the graveyard had failed to touch her. She knew in her heart that her father would despair to see her like this - as cold and distant as a statue - but it was the only way she could survive the harsh light of day without him.

But at night, when shadows eclipsed her face and the velvet darkness wrapped her in its cloak, then she could feel again: her tremulous heartbeat, the swell of music in her breast, a faint warmth at her back as if somebody stood just behind her.
Any fandom, any characters or pairing, thief's honor
Do not get caught, or if you do, trick them into trusting you; do not give up, you are no soldier to retreat when ordered or SOLDIER doomed to win and your country’s war isn’t fought with weapons anymore, or if you do, bid your time.

When in doubt, steal their materia.

When wrong, go back, and apologize – and nick their stuff from time to time, least they believe they’ve tamed you.

kaminagi

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

kaminagi

1 year ago

lignota

1 year ago

nocoward_soul

1 year ago

Mad Max: Fury Road, any characters or pairing, the gift of water
Four hundred and thirty-three days later, Max slowly turns the radio dial in his newly scavenged car, listening for scraps of signal in the static: electricity is rare these days, but there are still satellites overhead and some enclaves broadcast boastful warnings that help him evade and avoid potential trouble; a voice fades into coherence -- a woman, he notes; men are more common, since people assume there's more weight behind their threats -- and he waits to hear the next set of coordinates to add to his map.

It's only while he's laboriously picking the numbers and landmarks out on the fabric that he realizes this recording is a welcome instead of a warning, that he knows the woman's voice, and that Furiosa is offering water to all those who thirst: calm and fearless, as if she isn't calling catastrophe down on her head and all those around her.

He listens through another repetition, stares toward the horizon as if he could see the Citadel beyond the desert and the hills.

Then he turns the wheel and begins to drive.
Any video game or anime/manga, any characters or pairings, journey's end
“Tomorrow we reach the Tower of Salvation: it’s nearly over, at last,” Lloyd says, and he takes your hand – he’s done that more and more often since you gave up your voice at the last altar, and you squeeze it back, taking a moment’s strength in his warm support – “hang in there, Colette, it’s almost over, and then we can go back home together.”

It’s okay if your smile’s a bit wobbly; but you squeeze your eyes shut to smile back, so he won’t see your tears, and not for the first time you’re grateful your voice’s gone and he can’t see through your lies.

Tomorrow you will accomplish that which you were born for, and regenerate the world; and Lloyd will be able to go home, but you won’t be there with him.
Final Fantasy X, Auron and Yuna, Holy
Star Trek (TOS or AOS), T'Pring / or & any, in the margins of history
When she hears Spock’s name in conversation, as Federation ally, as ambassador, or even as Romulan radical, T’Pring knows she has made the correct choice. She is content in the margins of history with her husband and child, and hopes he too has found peace.

Then one day she feels the brush of his mind and sees him across the square, and, as his dark eyes find hers unerringly, she feels only warmth through the faint link as they exchange nods, hesitate, and then continue on their separate paths.

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

xxxHolic, Domeki/Watanuki/Himawari, domestic
Fringe, alt!Olivia/alt!Lincoln, their first night together
Tokyo Babylon, Hokuto Sumeragi/Gaijin Girl, we did manage to meet on another life and even though we looked different our souls were the same.
There is something familiar about the woman, as there is about the situation: you’re running from the police, a scene straight out of your nightmares, but they’re three of them and only one of you – now they’ve seen your ears they won’t let you slip away so easily – and you’re looking around frantically for an escape and praying to the Goddess (you’re not going back to the labs), when her voice whips out and she calls them off sharply.

In the alley’s entrance you see a woman standing, in silk and gauzes and a feathered green cap coquettishly tilted to the side; at her ears a pair of sparkling earrings are dangling, and when you look down, you see the taffetas-covered scabbard hanging at her waist and the hilt of a sword.

She cuts their protestations short – “but captain, this mongrel escaped—“makes you wince before you can stop, your shoulders curling on themselves – and sends them away without taking her eyes away from you, and in their imperious wideness you feel strange familiarity tugging at you; and when she extends her hand to you, you reach out to her (“are—why are you helping me?” you ask, timidly; “because it’s not right,” she says, without hesitation - and smiles, “come; I’ll take you home.”)
Dark is Rising, Jane Drew, the Lost Land
Homestuck, PM, delivering mail to Felt Mansion
Homestuck, Terezi & Vriska, for there is no friend like a sister

Anonymous

December 7 2015, 07:38:18 UTC 1 year ago

Greek mythology, Hestia and Dionysus, Of all the immortals, he has always respected and loved Hestia best

Anonymous

December 7 2015, 07:50:46 UTC 1 year ago

Arthurian legend, Lancelot/Elaine of Corbenik, in hindsight, he realizes that she was his soulmate

Anonymous

December 7 2015, 07:57:08 UTC 1 year ago

Sorry, it's Elaine of Corbenic. =P

Anonymous

December 7 2015, 08:02:33 UTC 1 year ago

Anne of Green Gables series, Dora Keith, it's not she has no imagination like Anne thinks, it just goes into pictures instead of words.

Anonymous

December 7 2015, 08:07:38 UTC 1 year ago

Classical mythology, Psyche/Eros, he learns that hard way that love doesn't conquer all and trust is a difficult fragile thing to hold onto
He sees her at times, following in Persephone's wake, handpicked out of the souls wandering the Asphodel Fields to serve the Queen of the Dead; sometimes she laughs at a jest of Persephone's, or holds the flowers that her mistress has picked, or more often, simply smiles to feel the sun on her back again--she always did appreciate the simple pleasures in life. Perhaps that had been his mistake: if he had given her a garden instead of a palace, if he had been a friend as well as a lover instead of a husband only by night, if when old age had ravaged her beauty, he had admitted to her that he prized her for more than those fleeting charms (if--if--if).
She never looks back at him (she never did).

edenfalling

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

edenfalling

1 year ago

Anonymous

December 7 2015, 08:14:37 UTC 1 year ago

Howl's Moving Castle, Sophie/Howl, she finds his love letters are absolutely atrocious.
To Sophia, it begins (and that is the first ridiculous thing; Howl of all people should be well aware that she's just plain Sophie), Thou art fair, and few are fairer (that, though is just like Howl, crowing about how she of all people had been able to break the Witch's curse). A bit further down, it continues: Thy deep eyes, a double Planet/Gaze the wisest into madness/ With soft clear fire (and it would serve him right, wouldn't it, if she managed to accidentally enchant everyone in the Castle into fits as they listened to his love-letter?) to be followed by: Wonder not that when thou speakest/Of the weak my heart is weakest (Sophie, recognizing a taunt to what Howl affectionately dubs "her weed-killing rages" when she sees one, harrumphs).

But still--As one who feels an unseen spirit /Is my heart when thine is near it, it ends; despite herself, Sophie smiles.

Okay, okay, so Howl's experiences would have made him leery of poems--and surely his tastes run more towards the Restoration rather than the Romantics--but I just couldn't resist :). Naturally "To Sophia (Miss Stacey)" by Percy Shelley is the one quoted!
A Little Princess, Sara Crewe, witch
A Little Princess, Lavinia/Sara, rivalry
Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Sayaka, is that your super power, girl? too stupid to know when to give up?
Phantom of the Opera/Love never dies, Christine/Eric, I stood while you slept and whispered a goodbye
He stood in the shadows while the patch of moonlight roved across her quilt, her bare arms, her pale face. He sang lullabyes in counterpoint to the wind; he composed wordless hymns to the rhythm of her breath.

He never said goodbye -- but she would hear him just the same.
Any, Any, I was yours one brief night long ago
She had graced Castiel's body that night, her skin as pale as the light of the moon reflecting on the window had her breathless for a while.
She had then took a breath and started kissing those pale legs slowly, her mouth travelled the sweetest spots of Castiel body, their soft moans entangled and made an unique sound that filled their room.
They had loved each other the rest of the night, their bodies joined, their arms surrounding one another. That night might have ended, but Dean would never let go of it even when lying on Cars' arms.