More fills! I am having a lot of fun, as I'm sure you can tell. :)
All prompts drawn from the current iteration of the
Three Sentence Ficathon, hosted by the wonderful
rthstewart.
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( 19. ) For
anonymous:
Any/any, "monsters are better at loving than heroes", written 2/5/20
A Flawed Thesis (200 words)
Fandom = The Magnus Archives. Also another six-sentence fill, because reasons.-----
"I don't think that's true as a general rule," Jon says, his voice rising muffled from where he's pressed his face against Martin's shoulder, "but in my own particular case, and allowing for the fact that I never was a hero" -- he taps his fingers against Martin's cheek to silence the reflexive protest he knows is rising to Martin's lips -- "becoming a monster made me realize how badly I'd done at being human for many years, and how much I wanted to hold on to whatever pieces I had left. So yes, I am better at loving now, but you're not a monster and you've always been better at love than I am, which I feel disproves your own thesis quite conclusively."
"I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or an insult," Martin says after a moment, and then adds hastily, "which I don't mean as an insult to you, of course, just-- just an observation."
"Ha, yes. We may both need more practice at this loving business," Jon says, tilting his head the fraction necessary to meet Martin's eyes.
"There are worse ways to pass the time," Martin says, and Jon lets himself be tugged upright for a kiss.
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( 20. ) For
shinon:
Any, any, when I left my home/ when I left my throne, written 2/5/20
Once a Queen (200 words)
Fandom = The Darkangel Trilogy. Ten sentences, because as previously mentioned, structural restrictions are not always my friend. *sigh*-----
Syllva left Avaric because she no longer felt worthy to rule and guide her husband's people, the people who would one day have looked to her lost son. And so, of course, when she returned to Isternes, her own people made her Lady once again, heaped upon her all the duty and trust that she had fled yet which now awaited her, changed yet not changed at all, half a world away.
"You have been Lady while I was gone," she said to her sister Eryka. "Can you not continue while I grieve?"
"I can and I will for a year and a day," Eryka said, "but then I must away across the Sea of Dust in my turn, to reweave what lines of talk and trade I can despite the withering of the world." She knelt to embrace Syllva, her green eyes bright both with tears and with the wild sea-yearning that caught some folk of Isternes as fish hooked on a line.
"Then I will make a year be enough," Syllva said.
"You are always enough," Eryka said, and kissed her sister's brow. "Let Isternes remind you, and help you build your life anew."
And so they did.
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( 21. ) For
sholio:
Netflix Defenders, any, newly developed superpower, written 2/5/20
Leftover Man (270 words)
I didn't even bother counting the sentences here. *headdesk*-----
"I always suspected contact with vigilantes and powered weirdos was bad for ordinary cops' health," Brett Mahoney said as he slid into a diner booth across from Misty, "but now I have tangible, living proof that I was right."
"You mean aside from me," Misty said, amused, and lifted her coffee cup with her mechanical hand by way of illustration.
Mahoney rolled his eyes. "Yeah, fine, point taken, but do you know who caught powers in the backwash of their latest supernatural bullshit ninja mafia showdown? Me, that's who. I don't even know who Daredevil is! I have been
very careful not to know that! And yet here I am with microwave hands. Microwave hands! What the actual fuck am I supposed to do with microwave hands? They're a police brutality case waiting to happen."
Which was true, if he didn't know how to turn them on and off reliably, and especially if the power could be triggered by stress. On the other hand, Misty was fairly sure Mahoney wouldn't have met her in a public location if didn't have a decent grip on things. So she grimaced sympathetically (aided a bit by the realization that she'd already finished her coffee) and said, "Yeah, no shit. But think on the bright side -- you'll never have to drink cold coffee again."
"You suck, Knight," Mahoney said, but his mouth twitched up at the corner like he couldn't quite hold his outraged face.
"I might, if I'm feeling generous. How bad do you want to know for sure?" Misty said, and waggled her eyebrows until Mahoney cracked and let the smile win.
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( 22. ) For
sholio:
Agent Carter, Peggy & any, hidden gun pocket, written 2/5/20
Fashion Tip (75 words)
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"It's a nuisance fighting close-quarters in a skirt," Dottie says as she gestures with a little jerk of her head, pistol aimed rock-steady at Peggy's chest, "but I find them remarkably useful for concealing guns. Just rig up a pocket with a slit and a holster on your thigh and there you are -- you ought to try it."
"I shall take it under consideration," Peggy says, and dives forward to tackle Dottie at the knees.
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( 23. ) For
anonymous:
Any, Any, the fancy hats are a vital part of the plan, written 2/6/20
Fascination (270 words)
Fandom = The Magnus Archives. Another six-sentence fic.-----
"Sasha, I understand that it's important to do on-scene follow up for the incident, but why not wait another week so we don't have to bother with fancy dress and dodging crowds and cameras at every corner?" Jon hissed into Sasha's ear as she examined yet another improbable fascinator hat, this one shaped like several slices of watermelon with little embroidered bees and butterflies caught above in a net of teal gauze.
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Because of the crowds and cameras at every corner," Sasha said, regretfully setting the fascinator down; it was too cute and quirky and would attract attention they couldn't afford. "Nobody will notice another posh couple bumbling around Ascot in the confusion, whereas they most certainly
would notice a pair of academics poking our noses where we shouldn't on a week when they don't have thousands of people and Royal security to deal with."
"I hate that that makes sense," Jon said in a pained tone -- Sasha glanced over her shoulder and yes, he was pinching the bridge of his nose, the ridiculous man -- "and also that by your logic, I'll have to acquire a top hat."
Sasha punched him gently in the shoulder and said, "Oh, quit whingeing; there's no way we'd get into the Royal Enclosure, nor any need most likely -- it'll be the Grandstand for us, so just a suit and tie, no need for full morning dress."
"The things we do for research," Jon grumbled, then perked up and pointed across the shop toward a snappy confection of navy lace and silver beads worked into tiny starbursts: "Try that one; it should match your dress."
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( 24. ) For
syrena_of_the_lake:
Any, any, our new robot overlords are malfunctioning, written 2/6/20
Manual Adjustment (50 words)
Original fiction, because why not! :D-----
"This is just embarrassing," Lisa remarked, almost calmly, as yet another hunter-killer tripped on a pothole and crashed sparking to the ground.
"I don't know what else anyone expected," Qimeng said, leaning over the garden fence to get a better view. "Have you
seen the places our roomba gets stuck?"
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I really do need to get around to leaving some prompts of my own...