Three Sentence Ficathon 2024
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sincereouslyIt's that time of year again! Three Sentence Ficathon is open to fills for three prompt posts, and is open for new prompts on Post 3 until February 11th.
My fills below:
Tudor Era RPF: Anne Boleyn; being the Duke of York's bride is flattering, but Henry's infatuation with his elder brother's wife infuriates her
The king had often dryly said that if he himself were meant to be King Arthur, his brother Henry would try to be all of the other Knights of the Round Table all at once. And in some ways, Anne had to admit, her husband succeeded at that - he could be gallant as Gawain and brave as Percival and poetic as Tristan, when he felt like it.
But when she saw how he looked at the queen - when he asked her to dance at masques whenever Catherine put an affectionate hand on her husband's shoulders, when he jousted under the name of a lovelorn mystery knight and begged her favor - she could only think of Lancelot.
Dracula, Lucy & the brides of Dracula, Lucy meets the brides
She comes to the castle as the newest addition to the count's collection, and she is expected to fall neatly into the same unlife that awaits all of Dracula's brides. For a while she goes along with it, feasts with them on children's blood, learns their names and histories and secret hungers while they teach her their centuries of wiles and their favorite tactics in the hunt.
But Lucy has a taste for freedom that they have long forgotten, and every night she whispers a reminder that there is a whole world for them outside of the castle walls, and that four sets of razor teeth far outnumber one.
mash ; bj/hawkeye/peggy ; motorcyle
"Spokes Hunnicut? I haven't heard that name for years," Peg said, giving her new motorcycle one last check while BJ and Hawkeye still fiddled with their own.
Hawkeye stopped working when he heard her, straightening up with one of his brightest grins and saying, "You mean he didn't make that name up?"
"Okay, okay, you two," BJ said, kicking his motorcycle's stand away, "come on and follow me," and they did, because after everything they'd all been through, they'd follow anywhere he'd go.
any, any, hair care (washing, brushing, braiding, go wild)
"I like your hair," he said on their wedding night as Cat helped this stranger take down her braids, his hands (clumsy and gentle as his words) slowly working the pins through her locks in the first touch they'd ever shared alone together.
"You have beautiful hair," he said after their first daughter's birth, carefully rinsing sweat and soap out of the strands, and the warmth of the water and the warmth of Ned all blended together into wonderful contentment as an exhausted Cat leaned back closer to him and smiled.
"I love your hair," he said, and Cat gave him a knowing grin and handed him her brush; the king's visit fast approached and there was so much work still to be done, but for now she could steal this moment for her and Ned to share, alone in her chamber as the sun set red as her hair over the castle wall.
ASOIAF, Arya Stark, palinoia (n.) - the obsessive repetition of an act until it is perfect or mastered
Raise, parry, beat, thrust. She repeats it like her list of future dead, finding any sword or sword-like object she can and following the motions over and over until every muscle is screaming - raise, parry, beat, thrust.
She ends her evening prayers sweaty and shaking and triumphant, lowering her weapon and whispering valar morghulis.
any, any, dirty mind reading
Half an hour before the Falcon is scheduled to leave, and apparently Luke has to pull her aside and go over some mental shielding techniques.
Leia loves her brother, but honestly - "really, Han and I are about to go on our kriffing honeymoon and you have to do this now," she demands, staring up at him with her hands on her hips and that strange connection they have - the part of her mind she's come to label as Luke, that bond that's only gotten stronger since they've know what and why it is - buzzing in her head.
His smile back at her is half-amused and half-pained as he says, "That's exactly why I'm telling you this now," and Leia is starting to get a bad feeling about this as Luke's ears go red and he continues, "because I know we're still figuring out the sibling-bond thing and I'm glad you and Han are happy together and all, but there are some things I will not need to know about your honeymoon."
any ; any ; wait, you knit (crochet, sew, etc.)?
"Who else is gonna patch up my clothes if I rip them?" Han pulled Leia's shoulder slightly back, lining up the seam of her sleeve; she could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric as he added, "Not all of us grew up with a palace full of servants, your Highness - just hold still."
The jibe didn't have its usual bite - maybe because she'd realized he might poke her with words but never with the needle, maybe because he might've been as aware of how close they were standing as she was. Still, she couldn't help saying, "So that's why you've got those bloodstripes sewn on every pair of pants you own, is it?"
"Well, uh, it gets boring on long-hauls," he replied, but after that their focus both turned to the steady motion of the needle and - for a few minutes - all words died away.
My fills below:
16th Century CE RPF (Tudors)
Tudor Era RPF: Anne Boleyn; being the Duke of York's bride is flattering, but Henry's infatuation with his elder brother's wife infuriates her
The king had often dryly said that if he himself were meant to be King Arthur, his brother Henry would try to be all of the other Knights of the Round Table all at once. And in some ways, Anne had to admit, her husband succeeded at that - he could be gallant as Gawain and brave as Percival and poetic as Tristan, when he felt like it.
But when she saw how he looked at the queen - when he asked her to dance at masques whenever Catherine put an affectionate hand on her husband's shoulders, when he jousted under the name of a lovelorn mystery knight and begged her favor - she could only think of Lancelot.
Dracula
Dracula, Lucy & the brides of Dracula, Lucy meets the brides
She comes to the castle as the newest addition to the count's collection, and she is expected to fall neatly into the same unlife that awaits all of Dracula's brides. For a while she goes along with it, feasts with them on children's blood, learns their names and histories and secret hungers while they teach her their centuries of wiles and their favorite tactics in the hunt.
But Lucy has a taste for freedom that they have long forgotten, and every night she whispers a reminder that there is a whole world for them outside of the castle walls, and that four sets of razor teeth far outnumber one.
M*A*S*H
mash ; bj/hawkeye/peggy ; motorcyle
"Spokes Hunnicut? I haven't heard that name for years," Peg said, giving her new motorcycle one last check while BJ and Hawkeye still fiddled with their own.
Hawkeye stopped working when he heard her, straightening up with one of his brightest grins and saying, "You mean he didn't make that name up?"
"Okay, okay, you two," BJ said, kicking his motorcycle's stand away, "come on and follow me," and they did, because after everything they'd all been through, they'd follow anywhere he'd go.
A Song of Ice and Fire
any, any, hair care (washing, brushing, braiding, go wild)
"I like your hair," he said on their wedding night as Cat helped this stranger take down her braids, his hands (clumsy and gentle as his words) slowly working the pins through her locks in the first touch they'd ever shared alone together.
"You have beautiful hair," he said after their first daughter's birth, carefully rinsing sweat and soap out of the strands, and the warmth of the water and the warmth of Ned all blended together into wonderful contentment as an exhausted Cat leaned back closer to him and smiled.
"I love your hair," he said, and Cat gave him a knowing grin and handed him her brush; the king's visit fast approached and there was so much work still to be done, but for now she could steal this moment for her and Ned to share, alone in her chamber as the sun set red as her hair over the castle wall.
ASOIAF, Arya Stark, palinoia (n.) - the obsessive repetition of an act until it is perfect or mastered
Raise, parry, beat, thrust. She repeats it like her list of future dead, finding any sword or sword-like object she can and following the motions over and over until every muscle is screaming - raise, parry, beat, thrust.
She ends her evening prayers sweaty and shaking and triumphant, lowering her weapon and whispering valar morghulis.
Star Wars
any, any, dirty mind reading
Half an hour before the Falcon is scheduled to leave, and apparently Luke has to pull her aside and go over some mental shielding techniques.
Leia loves her brother, but honestly - "really, Han and I are about to go on our kriffing honeymoon and you have to do this now," she demands, staring up at him with her hands on her hips and that strange connection they have - the part of her mind she's come to label as Luke, that bond that's only gotten stronger since they've know what and why it is - buzzing in her head.
His smile back at her is half-amused and half-pained as he says, "That's exactly why I'm telling you this now," and Leia is starting to get a bad feeling about this as Luke's ears go red and he continues, "because I know we're still figuring out the sibling-bond thing and I'm glad you and Han are happy together and all, but there are some things I will not need to know about your honeymoon."
any ; any ; wait, you knit (crochet, sew, etc.)?
"Who else is gonna patch up my clothes if I rip them?" Han pulled Leia's shoulder slightly back, lining up the seam of her sleeve; she could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric as he added, "Not all of us grew up with a palace full of servants, your Highness - just hold still."
The jibe didn't have its usual bite - maybe because she'd realized he might poke her with words but never with the needle, maybe because he might've been as aware of how close they were standing as she was. Still, she couldn't help saying, "So that's why you've got those bloodstripes sewn on every pair of pants you own, is it?"
"Well, uh, it gets boring on long-hauls," he replied, but after that their focus both turned to the steady motion of the needle and - for a few minutes - all words died away.