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shallownessFiclets: one DCU, one original fiction and one Hart of Dixie. Anything over 100 words will also be posted at AO3 and, where suitable, ff.net.
Trip the Dark Fantastic, DCU, Catwoman/Batman, 97 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, any, It's you and me forever dancing in the dark’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
It started off as fun, a sort of street dancing, for her, and yes, Gotham is an uneven dancefloor, but Selina would be bored if there was no challenge, so, she thinks, would her partner, and they’re both responsible for holes that weren’t there before. He usually follows her, but the longer it goes on, the instigator becomes the one who’s reacting. Sometimes the dance is a fight, sometimes a collaboration, and she knows exactly what move the Bat will make next, but not always; sometimes it’s quick, sometimes slow and deliberate, but never done, never over.
Reunion, Original fic, OFC/OMC, 136 words, (second person POV), teen? Written for the prompt 'Any, any, meet me in the afterglow’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
All that time since you last saw him makes you catalogue the differences – few, subtle, but intriguing – as you exchange stock phrases out loud, but pick up an old conversation with your bodies of glancing, leaning, mirroring, teasing. That conversation becomes more intimate when you get away from the others, but you don’t actually say anything as you get rid of clothes, fall into a familiar pattern, but one with some new variations, because you’ve both matured some. Maybe you’re racing towards completion, but it’s a tsunami in a way it’s never been with anyone else, and now, now that your pulse slows and you catch a breath, you say out loud, ‘There you are,’ and you can start to talk honestly about why he left, what you did in the meantime, why he came back.
Like mother, like son, Hart of Dixie, Zoe/Wade ER, 74 words, (future fic, kidfic). Written for the prompt ‘Any, Any, Bandaging a wound’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
Zoe comes home to see their kid bandaging her husband’s arm. There is no wound, she's glad to see, and Wade catches her eyes and grins at her in that 'We made this' way that makes her stomach swoop, metaphorically speaking, while their son hasn’t noticed she’s there yet, he’s concentrating so hard. She draws closer and is actually impressed by her four-year-old's bandaging technique, but then, he takes after his mother, she preens.
(It's just a coincidence that I'm posting the last one today.)
Trip the Dark Fantastic, DCU, Catwoman/Batman, 97 words. Written for the prompt ‘Any, any, It's you and me forever dancing in the dark’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
It started off as fun, a sort of street dancing, for her, and yes, Gotham is an uneven dancefloor, but Selina would be bored if there was no challenge, so, she thinks, would her partner, and they’re both responsible for holes that weren’t there before. He usually follows her, but the longer it goes on, the instigator becomes the one who’s reacting. Sometimes the dance is a fight, sometimes a collaboration, and she knows exactly what move the Bat will make next, but not always; sometimes it’s quick, sometimes slow and deliberate, but never done, never over.
Reunion, Original fic, OFC/OMC, 136 words, (second person POV), teen? Written for the prompt 'Any, any, meet me in the afterglow’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
All that time since you last saw him makes you catalogue the differences – few, subtle, but intriguing – as you exchange stock phrases out loud, but pick up an old conversation with your bodies of glancing, leaning, mirroring, teasing. That conversation becomes more intimate when you get away from the others, but you don’t actually say anything as you get rid of clothes, fall into a familiar pattern, but one with some new variations, because you’ve both matured some. Maybe you’re racing towards completion, but it’s a tsunami in a way it’s never been with anyone else, and now, now that your pulse slows and you catch a breath, you say out loud, ‘There you are,’ and you can start to talk honestly about why he left, what you did in the meantime, why he came back.
Like mother, like son, Hart of Dixie, Zoe/Wade ER, 74 words, (future fic, kidfic). Written for the prompt ‘Any, Any, Bandaging a wound’ at the Three Sentence Ficathon 2026.
Zoe comes home to see their kid bandaging her husband’s arm. There is no wound, she's glad to see, and Wade catches her eyes and grins at her in that 'We made this' way that makes her stomach swoop, metaphorically speaking, while their son hasn’t noticed she’s there yet, he’s concentrating so hard. She draws closer and is actually impressed by her four-year-old's bandaging technique, but then, he takes after his mother, she preens.
(It's just a coincidence that I'm posting the last one today.)
