Three Sentence Ficathon Roundup 1

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I did the 3 Sentence Ficathon in 2018 and had such a blast with it that when kalira told me it was on again this year, I jumped on the post the first day. I've written 29 ficlets in 11 different fandoms since February 1 and it's probably time I start collecting them into posts for easy browsing. XD

So here's my first roundup post, divided into fandoms! Please note that ficlets may contain spoilers.

Captain Harlock

Gen, A Little Fun
Prompt: Captain Harlock (movie), Tochiro, Jolly Rogers

Tochiro drifted through the Arcadia, the sounds of the ship and crew fading into the background as he focused fully on Harlock's quarters and, more specifically, the plain silver bands sitting on the dresser, where Harlock and Yama had left them when they'd gone to shower.

It simply wouldn't do to have the captains of the Arcadia—the most feared pirate ship in the galaxy!—sporting such boring wedding rings. With a thought, Tochiro tweaked them, leaving a silver skull and crossbones etched onto each one.

Really, what was the point of spending eternity merged with a space-faring pirate ship if you couldn't have a little fun with it?

Castlevania (Netflix)

Trevor/Alucard, Embarrassing
Prompt: Any, Any, bloodied but still laughing

Trevor has a half-dozen open wounds on his skin, his eye is swollen shut, and the leg of his trousers is wet and sticky with blood. Alucard has carried Trevor to the castle as fast as he can move, where there's better chance he can properly bandage his wounds, but what he cannot figure out is what Trevor finds so goddamn amusing about the situation.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" Alucard demands.

Trevor grins. His teeth are stained pink. "You like me. That must be pretty embarrassing for you."

The back of his neck heats. "Shut up, Belmont, and stop moving so I can stitch you up."

Trevor just laughs again, the bastard.

Alucard stabs the needle into his skin and takes a very vicious bit of pleasure at Trevor's yelp.

Gen, Coming Back
Prompt: Castlevania (Netflix), Alucard & Trevor & Sypha, returning to the castle

"What are you doing back here?" Alucard asked.

Sypha smiled and pushed a pack into his hands. "We came back to find a way to seal the castle. That way, you can leave, if you like."

Trevor was wrestling with whatever they had packed in the back of the carriage. "You didn't really think we'd leave you here alone, did you?"

"I was looking forward to the quiet," Alucard lied, and welcomed his friends back into his home.

Dracula/Lisa, Content
Prompt: Castlevania (Netflix), Dracula/Lisa, a happy home

The sound of muffled giggles behind him alerted Dracula to the fact that he was no longer alone in his study. A moment later, small footsteps thudded across the floor, and he heard, "Catch me, Father!"

He turned and caught his son effortlessly, and Adrian gave him a toothy grin. "Did I surprise you?"

"You will have to be much quieter if you want to surprise me," Dracula said solemnly. "But it was a good effort."

He glanced to the door, where Lisa stood with one hand over her mouth and eyes sparkling with laughter, and could not remember the last time he'd been quite so content.

Trevor/Alucard, Taking Care
Prompt: Any, Any, blood in the water

"You don't have to do this," Trevor said. "I can—"

"You can barely move, Belmont." Alucard emptied another ladle over Trevor's head, blood and water running in rivulets down his bare neck and shoulders. "Just sit still for once in your damned life and let someone else take care of you."

To his absolute surprise, Trevor did.

Trevor/Alucard, Unexpected
Prompt: Any fandom, any characters, accidentally falling asleep on each other.

Sypha hurried through the library, searching for her friends. "Trevor, Alucard, you won't believe what I—"

She rounded a corner and stopped short. The boys were sound asleep up against the wall, Trevor leaning on Alucard's side while Alucard's head rested on Trevor's.

Sypha clapped her hand over her mouth, although neither of them had stirred at her call, and quietly stepped away to head back to her books. They must be exhausted or drunk or both to have fallen asleep on each other, and she would not disturb them further.

Trevor/Alucard, Providing Clarity
Prompt: Any, Any, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"I am saying," Alucard said testily, "that, despite all evidence suggesting that it's a fucking terrible idea, I have somehow managed to develop...feelings. For you."

Trevor stared at him, turning the words over in his head; they still didn't make any sense. "What kind of feelings?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Alucard snapped, and kissed him.

Trevor/Alucard, Pillow Talk
Prompt: Any, Any, there was only one bed

"I really didn't think this night could get any worse," Trevor said, "but as usual, Fate has a way of planting her boot right in my ass."

"This is no happy picnic for me, either," Alucard shifted on the tiny bed, trying to get comfortable; it really was not meant to support two fully grown men, "but will you please shut up about it so we can try to sleep?"

"If you try to cuddle with me, I'll stab you and throw your body out the window."

Alucard rolled his eyes, although it wasn't like Trevor could see him in the dark. "And if you try to cuddle with me, I'll rip out your throat and hang you outside to drain."

"And if the two of you don't quiet down and go to sleep, I'll freeze you both and leave you here until the weather thaws you!" Sypha shouted from the other side of the room. "Now go to sleep!"

Leverage

Parker/Eliot/Hardison, To Stab or...to Stab
Prompt: Any, Any, a welcome interruption

"Parker, we talked about this!" Alec shouted. "You can't just stab a mark when he pisses you off."

"I didn't stab him because he pissed me off," Parker said, her voice a little crackly over the earpiece since she was currently hiding in an air vent. "I stabbed him because Eliot needed the distraction before that stuffy lady blew his cover. What else was I supposed to do?"

Alec could think of a thousand ways to answer that question, but instead, he rubbed his temple and opened the "Number of Days Without Stabbings" file on his laptop so he could reset the counter to zero.

MCU

SamBucky, Kitten
Prompt: MCU, Bucky Barnes, takes in a stray kitten

"Did you have something to say, Wilson?" Bucky asked, giving Sam what could very charitably be called his murder look.

Sam held up his hands. "Nothing, man. I had absolutely nothing to say."

Bucky continued to glare, an effect somewhat diluted thanks to the small black kitten perched on his shoulder, happily chewing on his hair.

Sam was taking a million pictures of this.

Tiger & Bunny

Barnaby/Kotetsu, Accept No Substitutions
Prompt: Any, Any, last minute substitutions

Barnaby pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and sighed. "You've got to be kidding me."

Blue Rose crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, I'm not any happier about this. Let's just get it over with." She narrowed her eyes at him. "But you had better stay out of my way."

She strode out onto the stage without a backward glance, and for the thousandth time in the past three minutes, Barnaby wished Kotetsu hadn't gotten sick so he could be doing this appearance with his partner, the way it was supposed to be.

Barnaby/Kotetsu, Lines
Prompt: any, any, bad boundaries

"You know you don't have to say yes to everything they say, right?" Kotetsu says, nodding after Agnes's retreating back.

Barnaby knows that logically, or at least he feels like he should know that, but after so long of having his personal life mined for ratings, he has no idea where the line should be anymore.

Kotetsu takes his hand, with a smile on his face like he can read Barnaby's mind. "Don't worry, Bunny. I'll help you remember."

Barnaby/Kotetsu, Secrets and Ties
Prompt: Any, any, dressing up

Kotetsu flipped Barnaby's collar up and slid the tie around it. "You know, Bunny, you should learn how to do this yourself. Everybody should know how to tie a tie."

Barnaby focused all his attention on Kotetsu's hair, so he wouldn't think about the warmth of his hands so close to his face. "Why bother? I don't wear them that often. Besides, you'd scold me for tying it wrong and do it yourself anyway."

"I would not," Kotetsu said, in a tone of voice that told Barnaby yes, he absolutely would.

"And you do a better job with it than I would," Barnaby added.

Kotetsu's cheeks reddened and he busied himself with Barnaby's tie, and Barnaby did not have to admit the truth: that he already knew how to tie a tie, but he deeply treasured the intimacy of moments like this between them, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

Gen, Passing the Torch
Prompt: any, any, he never listens

Agnes sits in the van, watching the new producer examine the video feeds, and crosses her arms so she doesn't jump up and take over herself.

"Wild Tiger, you need to wait—no!" the producer shouts, and she glances back at Agnes half in fear, half in anguish. "We have to go to commercial!"

Agnes doesn't need to have the earpiece to know what Tiger's saying in response.

She stands and pats her protégé on the shoulder. The poor woman looks like she needs the reassurance. "It's okay. He never listens. You learn to work with it."

Barnaby/Kotetsu, Waltz
Prompt: Any, Any, waltz

Kotetsu's foot landed on his for the third time in an hour, and Barnaby winced. It was a good thing he was wearing boots.

Kotetsu jerked his leg back and looked up, an apology already in his eyes. "Sorry, Bunny."

Barnaby squeezed his hand. "It's all right."

The dance instructor sighed and walked over to them. "You know, you don't have to do a waltz. Perhaps we can find some other dance...?"

"No." Kotetsu was already straightening, determination evident in the line of his shoulders. "I'll get it." He grinned at Barnaby. "Bunny wants to waltz at our wedding, we're going to waltz at our wedding."

Barnaby had to fight to keep from smiling at the declaration. "You're hopeless, old man."

Kotetsu's face softened; he always knew how to hear the words Barnaby didn't say. "So what if I am?"

The instructor threw up her hands and walked back to the boom box. "Whatever you say. Let's take it from the top!"

Barnaby/Kotetsu, Bunny
Prompt: Any, Any, "Don't Forget Who You Are"

Barnaby clawed his way back to wakefulness, fighting free of the nightmare and the memories that shifted like quicksand, blurring the lines between truth and fiction.

A warm hand landed on his shoulder, steady and grounding. "Hey, Bunny, you okay?" Kotetsu asked, his voice rough with sleep.

That stupid, wonderful nickname did more to drive away the nightmare and settle Barnaby back into his skin than anything else, and he leaned into Kotetsu and let himself be comforted with the knowledge that this was real, this was true, and this was where he belonged.

Star Wars

Gen, Ice Cream
Prompt: Star Wars, Poe Dameron, Running out of time

Poe ran through the corridors, skidding around corners on his way to the mess hall. Just one minute left, but he could make it. He hoped.

He rounded the next corner and nearly slammed into Finn and Rey, both walking out of the mess hall with cups of ice cream.

"Is there any left?!" Poe asked.

Rey shook her head. "Sorry. We got the last two."

Finn held up his cup. "I'll grab another spoon, if you don't mind sharing."

Poe hugged him. "Finn, buddy, you're the best."

Good Omens

Aziraphale/Crowley, Terminology
Prompt: Any, Any, say what you want

"That's not what they're called. They haven't been called that for over a hundred years," Crowley said desperately. "I know you know that!"

Aziraphale sniffed and straightened his bowtie. "Say what you want, my dear, but I contend that there's absolutely nothing wrong with using the term velocipede."

Crowley beat his head on the back of the couch. "You're killing me, angel."

Aziraphale sipped his wine and smiled. "And it's one of my favorite ways to spend the afternoon."

Aziraphale/Crowley, Bookship
Prompt: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, the far future

"It's a bookship, angel." Crowley waved his arms. "Get it?"

Aziraphale stared at the spaceship, which looked remarkably like his old bookshop in Soho, down to the font of the "A.Z. Fell & Co." emblazoned on the side.

"So we can follow them out there," Crowley waved his arm at the sky, "without leaving any of your books behind. I promise, it's bigger on the inside. There's a small greenhouse near the bow, too, but—"

His words were cut off by a very emotional angel kissing the living daylights out of him.

Aziraphale/Crowley, Herbert
Prompt: any/Untitled Goose Game, any, "suddenly, a goose"

"Crowley," Aziraphale said very slowly, "why is there a goose harassing people on the sidewalk outside my bookshop?"

"Dunno, angel." Crowley tapped away at his phone, only just sparing a glance for the white-feathered menace driving customers away from the front door of A.Z. Fell & Co. "Jealous that a little bird's doing a better job of scaring off people than you do?"

"That's absurd," Aziraphale muttered, and he went grumbling back to his desk.

Crowley held up his phone and snapped a picture of the goose snatching a man's car keys out of his hand. "I think I'm going to call him Herbert."

"We are not naming the goose!"

Aziraphale/Crowley, Seedlings
Prompt: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, new life

"Do you ever tire of it?" Aziraphale nodded at the mostly bare patch of garden, where a variety of tiny green shoots had sprouted through the dark soil. "Watching them grow?"

Crowley misted the seedlings with water and considered, then shook his head. "No. Still feels a bit like a miracle every time. Even after six thousand years."

Aziraphale settled back in his lawn chair, hands folded over his stomach and a soft smile playing over his face. "It really does, doesn't it?"

Teen Wolf

Stiles/Derek, The Real Monster
Prompt: any, any, you can love a monster - it can even love you back

"They're monsters," the hunter raged. "And you protect them? You sleep with them?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm betraying the human race by fucking a werewolf. You really think I haven't heard that one before? Besides," he lifted his bat and the runes etched on it started to glow, "only one of you is killing innocent people. And guess what, asshole?

"It's not him."

The Addams Family

Gomez/Morticia, A Perfect Night
Prompt: The Addams Family, Gomez/Morticia, dance.

"Ah, querida, is there ever a more perfect night than this?" Gomez pulled her close as they tangoed across the living room. "A thunderstorm outside, a dance inside..."

Morticia beamed at him. "A dance with the most wonderful, handsome man in the entire world, mon cher."

Gomez froze. "Tish. You know what it does to me when you speak French!"

She curled her fingers under his chin. "Yes, I do. And I think it might make this night more perfect indeed."

Voltron Crossover, Keith/Shiro, The Measure of a Man
Prompt: The Addams Family/Any, Any, 'you're family now'

Keith stalked into the conservatory, sword in one hand and looking ready to strangle someone with the other. "Shiro! Why. Does your uncle. Keep trying to sword fight with me?!"

"Because he's trying to make sure you're good enough for Shiro," Wednesday said from her bench under the African stranglers.

Keith choked on nothing. "What?!"

Shiro shrugged helplessly. "That's how Uncle Gomez says he determines a measure of a man. How well he reacts to surprise attacks. I tried to tell him he didn't have to worry about that with you, but he wouldn't listen."

Morticia smiled beatifically at Keith and fed another forkful of hamburger to Cleopatra. "It's so good to see you and Gomez getting along so well. I knew you had to be special for Shiro to bring you home, but Gomez's instincts of a person are never wrong."

"En garde, Shiro's boyfriend!" echoed from the living room, and Keith cursed and prepared for another match.

Tiger & Bunny Crossover, Home
Prompt: The Addams Family/Any, Any, 'you're family now'

Death was not something that concerned Morticia overmuch in general, but the news of what had happened to her dear cousin Emily and her husband was shocking, and worse than that, the news that they had left behind a son even younger than Wednesday. Said son, who shared Emily's wide green eyes and golden hair, was now standing in their foyer with a small suitcase, staring up at Lurch in what could only be described as terror.

Too many shocks to his young system, Morticia decided, the only explanation for why he would be afraid of someone as nonthreatening as Lurch. It would be good for him to be here, in a stable environment. "Lurch, please take Barnaby's things up to Pugsley's room. He's very graciously offered to share until the other bedroom is prepared."

She knelt down as far as she could in her dress and extended her hand with a smile. "Hello, Barnaby. I'm your mother's cousin Morticia. You'll be staying with us from now on."

He stared at her and her hand, but didn't make a move toward her. "I want to go home," he whispered.

"This can be your home, if you want it to be," Morticia said kindly. "You're an Addams, dear boy, and you will always be welcome here."

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Gen, Lost in Translation
Prompt: Any, any, put that thing back where it came from or so help me

"Aw, but it's adorable!" Lance cooed at the six-inch tall furry alien currently cupped in his hands. "Aren't you? You're just the cutest-wootest..."

The alien responded with something high-pitched and garbled.

"Congratulations," Pidge said dryly. "According to the translator, you just insulted their prime minister and he's challenged you to a fight to the death."

Lance blanched. "Aw. Crap."

Keith/Shiro, 200 Days
Prompt: Any, Any, "Hell is the Absence of the People You Long For"

It's been 200 days since the Kerberos mission vanished, 200 days since the Galaxy Garrison claimed it was pilot error, and 199 days since Keith got kicked out for punching a superior officer.

Two hundred days since Shiro died and Keith lost him forever.

His house in the desert is small—some might call it barely livable—but small, at least, means there's less room for ghosts and regrets and the constant ache of grief, or so his theory goes. He's still waiting for it to work in practice.

In the meantime, Keith curls up on his couch and tries to sleep before starting day 201.

Mary Stayed Out All Night

Mary/Mu Gyul/Jung In, Crowns
Prompt: Any, Any, flower crown(s)

Jung In gingerly touched the circle of knitted flowers Mary had placed on his head. "What...?"

She grinned and tapped the flowers on her own head. "It's a flower crown! I made them for us!"

Jung In looked from Mary to Mu Gyul, who was sitting on the couch with a matching flower circle sliding down over one ear, and accepted that this was his fate for the evening. "Thank you, Mary, I love it."

Mary/Mu Gyul/Jung In, Salt and Sugar
Prompt: Any, Any, cooking together

Jung In tasted the soup and made a face. "Mu Gyul, what did you put in here?"

Mu Gyul held up a container. "I put in salt, just like Mary told me to!"

Mary came up behind him and gently took the container from his hands. "Mu Gyul, honey...this is sugar."

"Oh." Mu Gyul winced. "Oops?"

Jung In sighed and set the spoon down. "I'll call for delivery."