[Fic] Three Sentence Ficathon fills, part two
Because finger exercises are good for the soul!
As always, here is the link to the current ficathon, if you want to come play too. :)
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7. For
candlesinthewell: Homestuck, Sollux & or / Aradia, hauntings, written 12/13/18 [AO3 version]
The Practical Uses of Poltergeists (150 words)
"I feel bad that I can't be around to keep an eye on you in person very often, but I bet I could get a few ghosts to act as stand-ins for the really simple stuff -- you know, poke you if you haven't eaten or slept in a while, starting with actual poking and moving up to unplugging your hiveframes and knocking you into your 'coon for an overdue nap."
"AA, what the fuck, that's a shitty idea; I'm fine," Sollux tried to snap, but it was hard to sound sufficiently outraged through the glorious, warm haze of her fingers combing through his hair and rubbing the base of his horns.
"You're just saying that because your thinkpan is used to marinating in its own unbalanced chemical stew, you dumbass," Aradia said fondly, "and besides, there's no downside because even if you lash out psionically, you can't hurt a ghost!"
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8. For
candlesinthewell: Any fandom, any, Bees?, written 12/13/18 [AO3 version]
Swarm (100 words exactly)
"Talking Bees?" Mr. Tumnus said, looking up from his knitting at Lucy's question. "I can't say I've ever met any -- which is not to say there aren't incredibly small Talking Beasts in Narnia; someday I must introduce you to the Jumping Spiders and the Fruit Bats who live in the caves near mine -- but individual bees don't speak. A hive is an entirely different issue and should be approached with great respect... and I think I speak for all Narnians when I say that we are grateful Aslan did not extend the same gift of awareness to nests of wasps."
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9. For
kalira: Girl Genius, Agatha Heterodyne/Gilgamesh Wulfenbach/Tarvek Sturmvoraus, Castle Heterodyne has opinions about heirs, written 12/13/18 [AO3 version]
Mine and Yours (200 words exactly)
Note: Also a six-sentence ficlet, because reasons.
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"The first is ours, of course," the Castle boomed cheerfully; "Mechanicsburg always takes precedence, and besides, while it's all very well and good to inherit an empire, I won't have my Heterodynes bound to it if they feel like burning the whole mess down someday."
"The Castle's right, you know," Agatha told her husbands, "and in any case I think most Europans have strong opinions about anyone with Heterodyne heritage on either the Baron's on the Storm King's throne. Really, the best solution would be for the two of you to have a child together and leave me out of that sea of flesh-eating bacteria -- surely somebody has come up with either a functional artificial womb or a reasonable biological alteration by now!"
Gil and Tarvek exchanged glances that hovered somewhere between appalled and scientifically challenged. "Option one?" Tarvek asked, and was already halfway out the breakfast room door when Gil nodded and grabbed his tool belt from the back of his skull-and-trilobite-bedazzled chair.
It was probably for the best for the boys' heir to be born first, Agatha reflected, and she couldn't deny the electric lure of bio-engineering... but dammit, couldn't they wait for her to join them?
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10. For
straightforwardly: Naruto, Haruno Sakura, trying again, written 12/14/18 [AO3 version]
Second Time Around (75 words)
The first time Sasuke left the village, she begged him to take her with him, caught up in fantasies of following him into his personal nightmare and dragging him back into the light; that got her nothing but a mild concussion, a broken heart, and an ache like a missing limb where one third of her team should have been.
This time Sakura doesn't ask.
And this time, Sasuke knows better than to stop her.
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11. For anonymous: Any fandom, any character, the deepest cuts, written 12/14/18 [AO3 version]
Non, je ne regrette rien (100 words exactly)
"The deepest cuts are not to the body, nor even to the heart," Aeriel tells Erin as Oceanus glimmers blue and green over the crystal carapace of the Ancients' cloud-weaving machine they have come to fix, tiny drops of water splintering the watery light to impossible shards of violet, gold, and red. "They are the ones that sever futures, that turn a person's feet irrevocably down one path and not another. And yet, for all the pain of the wounds that led us here, I cannot find it in my heart to wish the gap stitched shut and time unspooled."
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12. For
slippy: Homestuck, Aradia/Vriska, the only gods, written 12/15/18 [AO3 version]
Theogony (100 words exactly)
They say the Lady of Luck and the Lady of Death were not always the only gods, that there were other creators, gentler and varied, but over the generations Luck turned against them one by one and Death gathered them home to her halls, until none were left to mediate the Sweet Sisters' endless war. The world became their plaything and any care they might once have held for its people withered in the face of their black and scalding hate.
When they fight, cities burn; when they kiss, nations fall; and we have no respite until this universe's end.
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More to come at some point (though I'm using Sunday and Monday to attack Yuletide, so maybe not until Wednesday).
If you want to comment on this post, you can do so over here on Dreamwidth, where there are currently (
comments)
As always, here is the link to the current ficathon, if you want to come play too. :)
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7. For
candlesinthewell: Homestuck, Sollux & or / Aradia, hauntings, written 12/13/18 [AO3 version]
The Practical Uses of Poltergeists (150 words)
"I feel bad that I can't be around to keep an eye on you in person very often, but I bet I could get a few ghosts to act as stand-ins for the really simple stuff -- you know, poke you if you haven't eaten or slept in a while, starting with actual poking and moving up to unplugging your hiveframes and knocking you into your 'coon for an overdue nap."
"AA, what the fuck, that's a shitty idea; I'm fine," Sollux tried to snap, but it was hard to sound sufficiently outraged through the glorious, warm haze of her fingers combing through his hair and rubbing the base of his horns.
"You're just saying that because your thinkpan is used to marinating in its own unbalanced chemical stew, you dumbass," Aradia said fondly, "and besides, there's no downside because even if you lash out psionically, you can't hurt a ghost!"
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8. For
candlesinthewell: Any fandom, any, Bees?, written 12/13/18 [AO3 version]
Swarm (100 words exactly)
"Talking Bees?" Mr. Tumnus said, looking up from his knitting at Lucy's question. "I can't say I've ever met any -- which is not to say there aren't incredibly small Talking Beasts in Narnia; someday I must introduce you to the Jumping Spiders and the Fruit Bats who live in the caves near mine -- but individual bees don't speak. A hive is an entirely different issue and should be approached with great respect... and I think I speak for all Narnians when I say that we are grateful Aslan did not extend the same gift of awareness to nests of wasps."
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9. For
kalira: Girl Genius, Agatha Heterodyne/Gilgamesh Wulfenbach/Tarvek Sturmvoraus, Castle Heterodyne has opinions about heirs, written 12/13/18 [AO3 version]
Mine and Yours (200 words exactly)
Note: Also a six-sentence ficlet, because reasons.
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"The first is ours, of course," the Castle boomed cheerfully; "Mechanicsburg always takes precedence, and besides, while it's all very well and good to inherit an empire, I won't have my Heterodynes bound to it if they feel like burning the whole mess down someday."
"The Castle's right, you know," Agatha told her husbands, "and in any case I think most Europans have strong opinions about anyone with Heterodyne heritage on either the Baron's on the Storm King's throne. Really, the best solution would be for the two of you to have a child together and leave me out of that sea of flesh-eating bacteria -- surely somebody has come up with either a functional artificial womb or a reasonable biological alteration by now!"
Gil and Tarvek exchanged glances that hovered somewhere between appalled and scientifically challenged. "Option one?" Tarvek asked, and was already halfway out the breakfast room door when Gil nodded and grabbed his tool belt from the back of his skull-and-trilobite-bedazzled chair.
It was probably for the best for the boys' heir to be born first, Agatha reflected, and she couldn't deny the electric lure of bio-engineering... but dammit, couldn't they wait for her to join them?
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10. For
straightforwardly: Naruto, Haruno Sakura, trying again, written 12/14/18 [AO3 version]
Second Time Around (75 words)
The first time Sasuke left the village, she begged him to take her with him, caught up in fantasies of following him into his personal nightmare and dragging him back into the light; that got her nothing but a mild concussion, a broken heart, and an ache like a missing limb where one third of her team should have been.
This time Sakura doesn't ask.
And this time, Sasuke knows better than to stop her.
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11. For anonymous: Any fandom, any character, the deepest cuts, written 12/14/18 [AO3 version]
Non, je ne regrette rien (100 words exactly)
"The deepest cuts are not to the body, nor even to the heart," Aeriel tells Erin as Oceanus glimmers blue and green over the crystal carapace of the Ancients' cloud-weaving machine they have come to fix, tiny drops of water splintering the watery light to impossible shards of violet, gold, and red. "They are the ones that sever futures, that turn a person's feet irrevocably down one path and not another. And yet, for all the pain of the wounds that led us here, I cannot find it in my heart to wish the gap stitched shut and time unspooled."
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12. For
slippy: Homestuck, Aradia/Vriska, the only gods, written 12/15/18 [AO3 version]
Theogony (100 words exactly)
They say the Lady of Luck and the Lady of Death were not always the only gods, that there were other creators, gentler and varied, but over the generations Luck turned against them one by one and Death gathered them home to her halls, until none were left to mediate the Sweet Sisters' endless war. The world became their plaything and any care they might once have held for its people withered in the face of their black and scalding hate.
When they fight, cities burn; when they kiss, nations fall; and we have no respite until this universe's end.
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More to come at some point (though I'm using Sunday and Monday to attack Yuletide, so maybe not until Wednesday).
If you want to comment on this post, you can do so over here on Dreamwidth, where there are currently (
comments)