Three Sentence Alternate Universe Fic meme
1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
I did this on tumblr a few weeks ago. Here are my results from there, and if anyone would like one (or another) here, leave a comment with a prompt and I'll see what I can do!
Galahad/Heliabel, Finisterre, for
guinevak
“They call them Christmas roses,” the rider said, first thing she said to him, when she found him, “They're poisonous if you eat too much, but they kill fevers when an herbwife makes the tea.”
“Oh,” he said, no longer alone in the snow, mind no longer empty of all but pain, conscious now of the cold under him, of stifled heat off her body as she crouched down to gather up the little mossy, prickly plant he'd been watching without seeing, and her horse stamped its great foot and tossed its head, sharp clear black against the low gray sky.
Fantine/Valjean, Merchanterverse, for
guinevak
Fantine doesn't understand.
For months now, for years, it's seemed to her she's failed at everything in her life: couldn't stay out of Station's way and win free get her own ship build her own family as a child: couldn't be a proper stationer have a proper marriage tried for that picked a man who thought she was flotsam trash and their child was nothing: couldn't buy a place and training and family and keep for her Cosette, picked wrong again, wrong choices everywhere, wrong and wrong and wrong and - and this choice that isn't a choice, that's more like a door opening and everything she dreamed of saying in the small hours of the night opening out last chance last ditch sure it'd win her nothing but she's been in a trap all her life and she doesn't know how to stop -
“I believe you,” says Mister Madeleine, who shouldn't even be here, “I'll help.”
Sam/Steve, 1930s, for
guinevak
It's not exactly that Steve is slow on the uptake: he can tell that Sam likes men, and that he's flirting with Steve, he's not, whatever Bucky might say, quite as thick as the Great Wall of China. But Sam is beautiful, and Sam has a degree, and he's good with people - Steve has seen him hold a room in the space between his words, seen him put an entire table on the grin - and Steve trusts him, believes what he says with words and body, but Steve is not a catch, he is ugly and frequently unpleasant and says remarkably stupid shit on a regular basis and it's hard to think ahead that way, with your own heart and brain trying to trip you up ambush you every minute lay you out and ruin everything and so -
“You can't go on a date with a man like that in that coat, Steve,” Bucky says, “Lord Almighty tell me you didn't send all your money to Spain this month!”
Maz Kanata/Chewbacca on Cybertron for
grumpyjet
Blue Flash didn't like to admit it, but he hadn't reacted especially well the first time the tiny minbot, rounded and worn with age despite her careful detailing, beamed at his amica endura and said, “There's my favorite mechfriend!”
But Fairlead had bent down, his warm fluting laughter as easy and free as it ever was for Blue Flash, and let her hold his face between two small hands, optical array like a series of jeweler's lenses sharp on his own small farseeing eyes, foreheads touching, like they really might make vows some day.
Note: I didn't give Han and Chewbacca TF names directly referencing their canon ones - instead I went the route of names loosely referencing personality and/or functioning. So a blue flash is the term for a smuggler's signal fired from shore to signal to sea. And a fairlead is any device - hook, ring, or other - used to keep a chain or line running in the right direction and prevent it from fouling. They seemed apropos.
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2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
I did this on tumblr a few weeks ago. Here are my results from there, and if anyone would like one (or another) here, leave a comment with a prompt and I'll see what I can do!
Galahad/Heliabel, Finisterre, for
guinevak
“They call them Christmas roses,” the rider said, first thing she said to him, when she found him, “They're poisonous if you eat too much, but they kill fevers when an herbwife makes the tea.”
“Oh,” he said, no longer alone in the snow, mind no longer empty of all but pain, conscious now of the cold under him, of stifled heat off her body as she crouched down to gather up the little mossy, prickly plant he'd been watching without seeing, and her horse stamped its great foot and tossed its head, sharp clear black against the low gray sky.
Fantine/Valjean, Merchanterverse, for
guinevak
Fantine doesn't understand.
For months now, for years, it's seemed to her she's failed at everything in her life: couldn't stay out of Station's way and win free get her own ship build her own family as a child: couldn't be a proper stationer have a proper marriage tried for that picked a man who thought she was flotsam trash and their child was nothing: couldn't buy a place and training and family and keep for her Cosette, picked wrong again, wrong choices everywhere, wrong and wrong and wrong and - and this choice that isn't a choice, that's more like a door opening and everything she dreamed of saying in the small hours of the night opening out last chance last ditch sure it'd win her nothing but she's been in a trap all her life and she doesn't know how to stop -
“I believe you,” says Mister Madeleine, who shouldn't even be here, “I'll help.”
Sam/Steve, 1930s, for
guinevak
It's not exactly that Steve is slow on the uptake: he can tell that Sam likes men, and that he's flirting with Steve, he's not, whatever Bucky might say, quite as thick as the Great Wall of China. But Sam is beautiful, and Sam has a degree, and he's good with people - Steve has seen him hold a room in the space between his words, seen him put an entire table on the grin - and Steve trusts him, believes what he says with words and body, but Steve is not a catch, he is ugly and frequently unpleasant and says remarkably stupid shit on a regular basis and it's hard to think ahead that way, with your own heart and brain trying to trip you up ambush you every minute lay you out and ruin everything and so -
“You can't go on a date with a man like that in that coat, Steve,” Bucky says, “Lord Almighty tell me you didn't send all your money to Spain this month!”
Maz Kanata/Chewbacca on Cybertron for
grumpyjet
Blue Flash didn't like to admit it, but he hadn't reacted especially well the first time the tiny minbot, rounded and worn with age despite her careful detailing, beamed at his amica endura and said, “There's my favorite mechfriend!”
But Fairlead had bent down, his warm fluting laughter as easy and free as it ever was for Blue Flash, and let her hold his face between two small hands, optical array like a series of jeweler's lenses sharp on his own small farseeing eyes, foreheads touching, like they really might make vows some day.
Note: I didn't give Han and Chewbacca TF names directly referencing their canon ones - instead I went the route of names loosely referencing personality and/or functioning. So a blue flash is the term for a smuggler's signal fired from shore to signal to sea. And a fairlead is any device - hook, ring, or other - used to keep a chain or line running in the right direction and prevent it from fouling. They seemed apropos.
This entry was originally posted at http://tiamatschild.dreamwidth.org/131186.html. Please feel free to comment there using OpenID. Or here! It'll be read either way, is what I'm saying.