Three Sentence Ficathon!
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to post about Three Sentence Ficathon!
I am having so much fun again. (Possibly I should be thinking about microcontrollers instead, but whatever.) Fun is what I need in writing right now, and I hoped this would help, and it really really has.
So actually the first of these is not for this Three Sentence Ficathon, it's for the one at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
be_compromised which started Friday and is still open if you want MCU specifically and Clint&/Natasha more specifically.
Prompt: the dog ate my homework
Mentions of animal harm; also I don't know if this is actually medically recommended but whatever. More fills at the link.
“Yes, I’ve got it,” Clint said, hurrying into the helicopter clutching his bundled-up coat, “I’ve got it, just move!”
The helicopter lifted off, and Clint put down his bundle, which turned out to hold a very friendly short-haired Pekingese.
“Yes, I know,” Clint said, in response to Natasha’s very dry look, “but she ate the flash drive, so this seemed like the best solution.”
And sequel:
That Barton returned with a happy, living dog instead of choosing what in the Red Room would have been considered the obvious solution was, of course, not a surprise to Natasha. That upon their return to SHIELD no one commented negatively on his decision was not a surprise either, but only because she had been working there for two years by that point.
That the dog was then fed, put under observation, and mostly left to its own devices until the drive emerged naturally was still something of a shock, but a good one.
And forrthstewart's, from the last couple days:
Prompt: Any, any, someone has to be the first to trust
For Andy, once the fight on the plane is over they’re good.
She doesn’t expect the same to be true for the kid, who is young and reckless, and still doesn’t entirely believe her, and will have had SERE and RTI training; but as long as she comes with her, out of danger, it doesn’t matter if she trusts Andy yet. She will in time—they always do, in time—and Andy has all the time in the world.
Prompt: any, any, desperate hopes dashed against the shore.
Of course those of her tribe who she knew personally are long dead by now. But she hopes that the tribe itself still remembers her, not just as a myth but in enough detail to welcome her back—it’s happened before, that she left for decades, and came back, and the young riders knew her and asked her for stories of their parents and grandparents.
But she rides across the steppe, north up the Dnieper and south down the Volga, east even past the Hyrcanian Sea, south over the mountains to Parthia, then back through all the lands in between because she cannot believe it—but only a few centuries after she left, no one in her homeland remembers even the name of her people.
Prompt: Calvin and Hobbes, Calvin, lonely
“Why did you set a tiger trap in the first place?” Hobbes asks, staring at the clouds.
“I don’t know,” Calvin says, “I guess I was lonely? And then I thought about who would make the best kind of friend, and obviously it had to be a tiger.”
Prompt: Harry Potter, any of Harry's year, realizing that they don't want to send their kids to Hogwarts
My first Harry Potter fic in over 15 years. Plays somewhat off the previous fills at the link.
The problem is, what’s the alternative? Beauxbatons is even farther away, and Hermione already has one demanding job and is secretly afraid that she will turn out to be a terrible teacher.
“Well, I could homeschool them,” Harry offers; “it’s not like I don’t have the free time now, and it’ll help me decide if I do want to apply for a position at Hogwarts.”
Prompt: Narnia, any, northern witches
She teaches them, the daughters of dryads and dwarves and giants, who are bold enough to search for her and strong enough to learn. She does not give any of them enough knowledge to set themselves as rivals to her, but her tradition grows until it can stand without her, and when she goes south to conquer the lion’s country she knows she leaves a legacy behind her.
Not that one such as she, who has eaten of the fruit of the Tree, would ever need a legacy; but even with immortality she cannot be in two places at once.
All of that was just yesterday. Today so far:
Prompt: Any, any, the other side of the zombie war
Graphic depictions of violence.
The first generation zombies chose it. They knew, or thought they knew, what they were giving themselves, and they welcomed the excuse, the freedom from blame, as they set the world on fire—and it isn’t a consolation, for the rest of us, that they quickly regretted that choice.
For the rest of us, trapped in decaying bodies, unable to speak, trying to communicate with people who immediately try to kill us in response, desperately hoping for an end to the pain that never comes, even when put through everything that would have killed you before, even when torn apart, feeling the pain of every shred of your former body no matter how separated it is from your shambling central mass—insanity is a blessing, when it comes, and makes us truly like them.
Prompt: much ado about nothing - beatrice - crossdresses to eat claudio's heart in the marketplace benedict sees it doesn't recognize her and falls in love
this shakespeare play needs more crossdressing, and Benedict is very bi
This is where I absolutely failed at three sentences.
Hero’s cousin arrives, when no other of her family will fight for her virtue. He arrives, and challenges Claudio to a duel, and Benedick watches and tries to hold his friend back, tries to negotiate for him with this furious young stranger. Yet every word Claudio says makes things worse, and Benedick winces and wonders if his friends have ever felt thus for him.
He is not sure, after Beatrice’s vicious parting words last week, if his friends should still include Claudio, but he agrees to be his second nonetheless. He doesn’t know if he is going to watch Claudio’s murder or Claudio murdering—but whichever it is, that most certainly shall be the end of his friendship. This youth, so brave, so sharp-tongued, so valiant—surely Benedick should not feel as concerned for the boy as he does for his old friend, but yet he does feel so.
“I would not see a death result from this,” he pleads with the youth, at dawn, as the stranger examines his rapier.
“A death already has,” says the youth. “My cousin’s death. Did your friend place but half the worth on her that you would lay on his unworthy head, might not have come to this.”
“’Twill do no good!” Benedick cries. “What purpose has revenge? It but entwines more cords of guilt around all that partake. Look—’twas not so deadly or so foul a charge, but I have been myself twined up in knots of combat with one I had rather loved, and not discover’d that my thoughts were loving ’til she was gone and all my chances lost. There may be no such chance of love for you with him, but greater far would be the loss.”
“For you.”
“For you, if ’tis your life! And no,” Benedick sighs, “I see now I have lost a diamond’s price, and clutch only a coal in place of it, but I like a wise gambler would not chance a penny if its loss would mean I starve, and most of all if there is naught to gain.” He glances back, confirming that Claudio was out of earshot for that.
The youth looks at him measuringly.
Prompt: Greek Mythology(and/or Hades the game) Artemis/Callisto, thrill of the hunt
Canon-typical dubcon
What is a punishment, and what a game? Now that Artemis knows of Callisto’s passion for her, why should she punish her at all—except that she enjoys, has always enjoyed, the chase as much as the catch. Poor sport when her prey is already caught—give her a reason to run.
Prompt: Addams Family x any fandom, any, [other fandom character] is really an Addams
“Why, that’s little cousin Natalya, all grown up,” Morticia said, blinking at the news. On the screen a red-haired woman flung herself at a flying alien motorcycle. “Who ever would have thought?”
“Oh, it can’t be,” said Grandmama. “No, you’re right, it is! We must write to her—I thought I would never see her again.”
So much fun.
A lot of these are drabbles or longer and will go up on AO3 eventually.
to post about Three Sentence Ficathon!I am having so much fun again. (Possibly I should be thinking about microcontrollers instead, but whatever.) Fun is what I need in writing right now, and I hoped this would help, and it really really has.
So actually the first of these is not for this Three Sentence Ficathon, it's for the one at
be_compromised which started Friday and is still open if you want MCU specifically and Clint&/Natasha more specifically.Prompt: the dog ate my homework
Mentions of animal harm; also I don't know if this is actually medically recommended but whatever. More fills at the link.
“Yes, I’ve got it,” Clint said, hurrying into the helicopter clutching his bundled-up coat, “I’ve got it, just move!”
The helicopter lifted off, and Clint put down his bundle, which turned out to hold a very friendly short-haired Pekingese.
“Yes, I know,” Clint said, in response to Natasha’s very dry look, “but she ate the flash drive, so this seemed like the best solution.”
And sequel:
That Barton returned with a happy, living dog instead of choosing what in the Red Room would have been considered the obvious solution was, of course, not a surprise to Natasha. That upon their return to SHIELD no one commented negatively on his decision was not a surprise either, but only because she had been working there for two years by that point.
That the dog was then fed, put under observation, and mostly left to its own devices until the drive emerged naturally was still something of a shock, but a good one.
And for
rthstewart's, from the last couple days:Prompt: Any, any, someone has to be the first to trust
For Andy, once the fight on the plane is over they’re good.
She doesn’t expect the same to be true for the kid, who is young and reckless, and still doesn’t entirely believe her, and will have had SERE and RTI training; but as long as she comes with her, out of danger, it doesn’t matter if she trusts Andy yet. She will in time—they always do, in time—and Andy has all the time in the world.
Prompt: any, any, desperate hopes dashed against the shore.
Of course those of her tribe who she knew personally are long dead by now. But she hopes that the tribe itself still remembers her, not just as a myth but in enough detail to welcome her back—it’s happened before, that she left for decades, and came back, and the young riders knew her and asked her for stories of their parents and grandparents.
But she rides across the steppe, north up the Dnieper and south down the Volga, east even past the Hyrcanian Sea, south over the mountains to Parthia, then back through all the lands in between because she cannot believe it—but only a few centuries after she left, no one in her homeland remembers even the name of her people.
Prompt: Calvin and Hobbes, Calvin, lonely
“Why did you set a tiger trap in the first place?” Hobbes asks, staring at the clouds.
“I don’t know,” Calvin says, “I guess I was lonely? And then I thought about who would make the best kind of friend, and obviously it had to be a tiger.”
Prompt: Harry Potter, any of Harry's year, realizing that they don't want to send their kids to Hogwarts
My first Harry Potter fic in over 15 years. Plays somewhat off the previous fills at the link.
The problem is, what’s the alternative? Beauxbatons is even farther away, and Hermione already has one demanding job and is secretly afraid that she will turn out to be a terrible teacher.
“Well, I could homeschool them,” Harry offers; “it’s not like I don’t have the free time now, and it’ll help me decide if I do want to apply for a position at Hogwarts.”
Prompt: Narnia, any, northern witches
She teaches them, the daughters of dryads and dwarves and giants, who are bold enough to search for her and strong enough to learn. She does not give any of them enough knowledge to set themselves as rivals to her, but her tradition grows until it can stand without her, and when she goes south to conquer the lion’s country she knows she leaves a legacy behind her.
Not that one such as she, who has eaten of the fruit of the Tree, would ever need a legacy; but even with immortality she cannot be in two places at once.
All of that was just yesterday. Today so far:
Prompt: Any, any, the other side of the zombie war
Graphic depictions of violence.
The first generation zombies chose it. They knew, or thought they knew, what they were giving themselves, and they welcomed the excuse, the freedom from blame, as they set the world on fire—and it isn’t a consolation, for the rest of us, that they quickly regretted that choice.
For the rest of us, trapped in decaying bodies, unable to speak, trying to communicate with people who immediately try to kill us in response, desperately hoping for an end to the pain that never comes, even when put through everything that would have killed you before, even when torn apart, feeling the pain of every shred of your former body no matter how separated it is from your shambling central mass—insanity is a blessing, when it comes, and makes us truly like them.
Prompt: much ado about nothing - beatrice - crossdresses to eat claudio's heart in the marketplace benedict sees it doesn't recognize her and falls in love
this shakespeare play needs more crossdressing, and Benedict is very bi
This is where I absolutely failed at three sentences.
Hero’s cousin arrives, when no other of her family will fight for her virtue. He arrives, and challenges Claudio to a duel, and Benedick watches and tries to hold his friend back, tries to negotiate for him with this furious young stranger. Yet every word Claudio says makes things worse, and Benedick winces and wonders if his friends have ever felt thus for him.
He is not sure, after Beatrice’s vicious parting words last week, if his friends should still include Claudio, but he agrees to be his second nonetheless. He doesn’t know if he is going to watch Claudio’s murder or Claudio murdering—but whichever it is, that most certainly shall be the end of his friendship. This youth, so brave, so sharp-tongued, so valiant—surely Benedick should not feel as concerned for the boy as he does for his old friend, but yet he does feel so.
“I would not see a death result from this,” he pleads with the youth, at dawn, as the stranger examines his rapier.
“A death already has,” says the youth. “My cousin’s death. Did your friend place but half the worth on her that you would lay on his unworthy head, might not have come to this.”
“’Twill do no good!” Benedick cries. “What purpose has revenge? It but entwines more cords of guilt around all that partake. Look—’twas not so deadly or so foul a charge, but I have been myself twined up in knots of combat with one I had rather loved, and not discover’d that my thoughts were loving ’til she was gone and all my chances lost. There may be no such chance of love for you with him, but greater far would be the loss.”
“For you.”
“For you, if ’tis your life! And no,” Benedick sighs, “I see now I have lost a diamond’s price, and clutch only a coal in place of it, but I like a wise gambler would not chance a penny if its loss would mean I starve, and most of all if there is naught to gain.” He glances back, confirming that Claudio was out of earshot for that.
The youth looks at him measuringly.
Prompt: Greek Mythology(and/or Hades the game) Artemis/Callisto, thrill of the hunt
Canon-typical dubcon
What is a punishment, and what a game? Now that Artemis knows of Callisto’s passion for her, why should she punish her at all—except that she enjoys, has always enjoyed, the chase as much as the catch. Poor sport when her prey is already caught—give her a reason to run.
Prompt: Addams Family x any fandom, any, [other fandom character] is really an Addams
“Why, that’s little cousin Natalya, all grown up,” Morticia said, blinking at the news. On the screen a red-haired woman flung herself at a flying alien motorcycle. “Who ever would have thought?”
“Oh, it can’t be,” said Grandmama. “No, you’re right, it is! We must write to her—I thought I would never see her again.”
So much fun.
A lot of these are drabbles or longer and will go up on AO3 eventually.