3-sentence ficathon fills
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the_shrubberyI've had them sitting here for ages and when I was adding to some other stuff today I came across them again and realised I'd never made the post public.
These are from the 3-sentence ficathon from I don't know, some months ago, which can be found here
Prompt: Northanger Abbey, Eleanor Tilney, correspondence
He is a good letter-writer, that at least she can say, Eleanor thinks, he is a lot like Henry in this. The question, however, is if love, even if it is the sincerest, truest love imaginable, can survive on a letter or two a week, and the promise that one day, everything will change for the better. She looks up from her letter and out of the window, and she sees Henry and Miss Morland outside in the park, talking a walk, displaying no care for the world at all, and she wonders if for some people, it really is that easy.
Prompt: Spring Awakening, Wendla, there once was a maiden
She is not that girl anymore, Wendla thinks as she comes across her old doll one day and realises she had not even noticed it was missing. It is not the doll's fault, she loved that doll, loves it still, but there is so much in her head now, so many other things, that she just plain forgot about it. And then another wave of nausea hits her and afterwards, she feels so horrible and weak and she hugs the doll to herself because there is no one else and she promises she will never forget it again.
Prompt: Lord Peter, Peter, hands
So she noticed the hands, he thinks wryly. One wonders whether her remembering their shape means that she is harbouring a little attraction to them, somewhere - but he shakes his head and lets that thought go. Maybe it is Oxford that has made everything different, but he cannot play the suave fool who relentlessly pursues her anymore.
Prompt: Mansfield Park, Edmund/Mary, pedestals are lonely anyway
He would have built a palace for me, he says, but what he does is bring me to his parsonage, dark and cold and draughty. He thinks I am happy because he tries to read every wish in my eyes, but what he cannot do is change the fact that I am here in this house I never wanted and wonder how I ever got here. If only he would shout at me that a marriage takes two to make it work then maybe we could fight and make up and start anew, but he will never do that, and some days I wonder if he sees me at all.
Prompt: Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Lizzie, at least out loud, I won't say I'm in love
So what if the ball is in her court, as Charlotte told her the other day, off-camera, thankfully. She still can't talk about what she wants, not when she can't even admit it to herself. What she can do is call him, embarrassing as that is, badly as it went, and post that video, because if he still watches her video, if he knows her at all, he will understand what she really wants to say.
Prompt: Harry Potter, Remus/Tonks, of all the boys you could have landed/ why'd it have to be me?
Afterwards, as we lie side by side, panting, you look at me and I see the question in your eyes. Why me, they ask, and the answer is easy. 'The others, they see only the pink hair, or they try to find me beneath the pink hair, but you saw me, pink hair and all, just like I was, and I was whole.'
Prompt: Any, Any, Hogwarts AU
Professor McGonagall felt tired as she stood up and greeted the first years, their faces lit up with anticipation, but she was determined to do well by her new post and her late predecessors. With any luck, this first day of school, the first after that horrible battle, would mark the beginning of a new, a better, era for Hogwarts and for the wizarding community.
"And it is with special pleasure that I welcome our new members of staff to Hogwarts today, so may I ask you to join me in a warm applause for Professors John Watson and Sherlock Holmes -"
Prompt: Jane Eyre, Jane, faith
All my life, there was little I could rely on, for who would look out for a poor, plain orphan? I was walking in the valley of the shadow of death, for where else could I go, what did I have other than the hope that one day, I too would find green pastures, would be led to the water? And these days, my cup runneth over and I am blessed indeed and I know that somehow, in some way, goodness and mercy have followed me after all.
Prompt: Any book-to-movie fandom, Any, book characters react to their depiction in the movie (or vice versa)
There are a lot of issues that Fitzwilliam Darcy will have to address in the future, not the least being finding an explanation for how these pictures in the little box got moving, but first, he has to impress his wife with one thing.
"Elizabeth - I've never, ever, jumped into that pond and you shouldn't either. You'll catch your death in there for sure."
Prompt: The Lizzie Bennet Diaries; Lizzie/Darcy; further illumination on some points
So apparently he uses four-syllable words even when he's sweet-talking to his love and it's just the right thing to say and she can't remember why she ever longed for monosyllabic nothings. His voice stumbles ever so slightly when he's excited, it seems, isn't that the most endearing thing ever, that even this master of speech is not perfect. And then he's looking at her like that, and she can't remember if he's ever looked at her quite like that and now his nose is touching hers and really, one of these days she must send a memo to her heart that it needs to resume beating.
Prompt: Historical RPF, Anne of Cleves, party castle
She is to be treated as the King's sister now. It doesn't sound so bad at first, but then she remembers that they too were sent to marry kings far away and desperately searched for love, and now one of them is already dead and the other is a papist in a country half at war with England and she certainly doesn't want that. She'll just have to fend for own, she decides, build herself a snug little home and amuse herself there, and most importantly, never marry a king again nor search for that all-destroying love.
Prompt: A Midsummer Night's Dream/Harry Potter, Puck and the Marauders, 'mischief managed'
"And you're quite sure it won't leave any trace?"
"Come the night, or so I'll wager, your friend will be a lovelorn beggar - but no one will be any wiser once the moon again is rising."
"If I understand our friend here correctly, I guess that means we're good to go and Padfoot's in for a rough surprise, so thanks, mate, for, eh, whatever."
Prompt: Lord of the Rings, Arwen/Aragorn, hope
They cannot be calling you Estel for nothing. It has to mean something. I am going to take it as a sign that I cannot be a complete fool when I commend my fate into your human hands.
These are from the 3-sentence ficathon from I don't know, some months ago, which can be found here
Prompt: Northanger Abbey, Eleanor Tilney, correspondence
He is a good letter-writer, that at least she can say, Eleanor thinks, he is a lot like Henry in this. The question, however, is if love, even if it is the sincerest, truest love imaginable, can survive on a letter or two a week, and the promise that one day, everything will change for the better. She looks up from her letter and out of the window, and she sees Henry and Miss Morland outside in the park, talking a walk, displaying no care for the world at all, and she wonders if for some people, it really is that easy.
Prompt: Spring Awakening, Wendla, there once was a maiden
She is not that girl anymore, Wendla thinks as she comes across her old doll one day and realises she had not even noticed it was missing. It is not the doll's fault, she loved that doll, loves it still, but there is so much in her head now, so many other things, that she just plain forgot about it. And then another wave of nausea hits her and afterwards, she feels so horrible and weak and she hugs the doll to herself because there is no one else and she promises she will never forget it again.
Prompt: Lord Peter, Peter, hands
So she noticed the hands, he thinks wryly. One wonders whether her remembering their shape means that she is harbouring a little attraction to them, somewhere - but he shakes his head and lets that thought go. Maybe it is Oxford that has made everything different, but he cannot play the suave fool who relentlessly pursues her anymore.
Prompt: Mansfield Park, Edmund/Mary, pedestals are lonely anyway
He would have built a palace for me, he says, but what he does is bring me to his parsonage, dark and cold and draughty. He thinks I am happy because he tries to read every wish in my eyes, but what he cannot do is change the fact that I am here in this house I never wanted and wonder how I ever got here. If only he would shout at me that a marriage takes two to make it work then maybe we could fight and make up and start anew, but he will never do that, and some days I wonder if he sees me at all.
Prompt: Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Lizzie, at least out loud, I won't say I'm in love
So what if the ball is in her court, as Charlotte told her the other day, off-camera, thankfully. She still can't talk about what she wants, not when she can't even admit it to herself. What she can do is call him, embarrassing as that is, badly as it went, and post that video, because if he still watches her video, if he knows her at all, he will understand what she really wants to say.
Prompt: Harry Potter, Remus/Tonks, of all the boys you could have landed/ why'd it have to be me?
Afterwards, as we lie side by side, panting, you look at me and I see the question in your eyes. Why me, they ask, and the answer is easy. 'The others, they see only the pink hair, or they try to find me beneath the pink hair, but you saw me, pink hair and all, just like I was, and I was whole.'
Prompt: Any, Any, Hogwarts AU
Professor McGonagall felt tired as she stood up and greeted the first years, their faces lit up with anticipation, but she was determined to do well by her new post and her late predecessors. With any luck, this first day of school, the first after that horrible battle, would mark the beginning of a new, a better, era for Hogwarts and for the wizarding community.
"And it is with special pleasure that I welcome our new members of staff to Hogwarts today, so may I ask you to join me in a warm applause for Professors John Watson and Sherlock Holmes -"
Prompt: Jane Eyre, Jane, faith
All my life, there was little I could rely on, for who would look out for a poor, plain orphan? I was walking in the valley of the shadow of death, for where else could I go, what did I have other than the hope that one day, I too would find green pastures, would be led to the water? And these days, my cup runneth over and I am blessed indeed and I know that somehow, in some way, goodness and mercy have followed me after all.
Prompt: Any book-to-movie fandom, Any, book characters react to their depiction in the movie (or vice versa)
There are a lot of issues that Fitzwilliam Darcy will have to address in the future, not the least being finding an explanation for how these pictures in the little box got moving, but first, he has to impress his wife with one thing.
"Elizabeth - I've never, ever, jumped into that pond and you shouldn't either. You'll catch your death in there for sure."
Prompt: The Lizzie Bennet Diaries; Lizzie/Darcy; further illumination on some points
So apparently he uses four-syllable words even when he's sweet-talking to his love and it's just the right thing to say and she can't remember why she ever longed for monosyllabic nothings. His voice stumbles ever so slightly when he's excited, it seems, isn't that the most endearing thing ever, that even this master of speech is not perfect. And then he's looking at her like that, and she can't remember if he's ever looked at her quite like that and now his nose is touching hers and really, one of these days she must send a memo to her heart that it needs to resume beating.
Prompt: Historical RPF, Anne of Cleves, party castle
She is to be treated as the King's sister now. It doesn't sound so bad at first, but then she remembers that they too were sent to marry kings far away and desperately searched for love, and now one of them is already dead and the other is a papist in a country half at war with England and she certainly doesn't want that. She'll just have to fend for own, she decides, build herself a snug little home and amuse herself there, and most importantly, never marry a king again nor search for that all-destroying love.
Prompt: A Midsummer Night's Dream/Harry Potter, Puck and the Marauders, 'mischief managed'
"And you're quite sure it won't leave any trace?"
"Come the night, or so I'll wager, your friend will be a lovelorn beggar - but no one will be any wiser once the moon again is rising."
"If I understand our friend here correctly, I guess that means we're good to go and Padfoot's in for a rough surprise, so thanks, mate, for, eh, whatever."
Prompt: Lord of the Rings, Arwen/Aragorn, hope
They cannot be calling you Estel for nothing. It has to mean something. I am going to take it as a sign that I cannot be a complete fool when I commend my fate into your human hands.
