3 Sentence Ficathon Fills Batch 3

Should be the final batch!

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Any, any, "Put me down, you're drunk." (Howl’s Moving Castle, Howl & Calcifer)

"Not drunk enough!" Howl lamented to Calcifer's frantic demands and he wouldn't have cared if the wizard hadn't scooped the wood he clung to in wavering hands while the spirit could only cling helplessly, watching the wood burn away, not really listening to Howl's ramblings.

But somehow through the cloud of mournful drunken despair Howl must have registered Calcifer's plight and demands to put him down because he finally did at last, and Calcifer slunk deeper into the hearth well away from the consequences of another failed endeavour with a lady.

Calcifer hid, Howl moaned and the whole of the castle remained in a sulk for the rest of the day until it was all forgotten in the morning.

 

Any, Any, See what the new day brings (Ace Attorney, Edgeworth)

It was finally over. Fifteen years the nightmare haunted him and then he woke after a quiet night, feeling strangely hollow and off balance. Now Edgeworth stood at his office window in the early morning sunlight, watching the city below, and there was a great deal to consider, but one thing was clear: this was a new day unlike any other.

 

Lilo and Stitch, Lilo, any

It was a hot and sunny day, the beach was crowded and Lilo scampered among the various tourists snapping away with her camera. This time she had an extra goal and the number of different people—so many—a funny seagull and a cute fish—she paused for a moment to feed it some snacks she kept in a bag at her side—were excellent targets. When she decided she had enough she ran back home with delight, knowing she had the perfect batch of distractions for the forlorn Stitch who had at last discovered a limit to his appetite.

 

Any, any, remember me, think of me/picture me, never forget me/you must remember me (Tales of Symphonia, Lloyd & Colette)

Colette stood with their camp, but apart and the moonlight—that at least seemed the same in this strange new second world—shone eerily off blank red eyes.

"...And how about that time I tried to help dad bake bread and it was really hard and you were willing to try it anyway until dad stopped you? Remember us, remember me; you've gotta," Lloyd pleaded, knowing it was hopeless, but there had to be something of her still in there, and he swore again and again every night and every morning he would find a way to bring her back—she would remember them all and she would be remembered as the Colette they knew and not another sacrifice.

 

Ace Attorney, Dick Gumshoe, finally getting a raise

"Detective," Edgeworth said, "I believe it is time for another discussion about your salary."
"Yes, sir," Gumshoe said, his shoulders starting to slump.
"That would be a raise," Edgeworth continued, and waited while disbelieving recognition dawned in a slowly widening grin and when Gumshoe let out a loud "whooop!" he suppressed his wince; the good detective deserved this much after all.

 

Gris, Mae & Block Buddy, a spray of apple blossoms

She knows this pattern now with her new-found companion and there's a quiet... pleasure in dropping apples one by one and basking in the moment of contentment if not herself then for them.
In a soft shower of petals the next apple falls and her friend does a small twirl as if to dance among them before setting to the newly fallen treat.
For a little while in this green place there's a spark of light.

 

Discworld, Death and any other character(s), any

IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE; WAX CANNOT KNOW.
"It doesn't have to make sense, Master, on account of it being tradition," Albert sneered, "and you can't say no to that, nossir."
I SEE, said Death ponderously as a skeletal digit delicately placed another candle around the single name written in goopy black gothic lettering, Susan, and he spoke again: YOU WILL GRANT SUSAN ONE BIRTHDAY WISH and ignored Albert's muttered 'oh dear oh dear'.

 

Trails of Cold Steel, Kurt, Overusing Blade Dance

The fight was a fierce one and pushed them all and now Rean curses himself as his eyes land on Kurt who's kneeling, shaking on the ground--his dual swords lying beside him as his hands no longer seemed to have the strength to wield them.
He knows how easy it is to fall into the trap of pushing and pushing well-past his limits for those he cares for and he should have seen it coming that the dedicated and prideful young man ran that same risk.
He offers a shoulder for his shaky student and apologizes to eyes full of incredulity and pride and when that appears to have little impact otherwise, changes tact to a short lecture that only has Kurt looking away, and maybe this lesson won't hold just yet, but he knows he doesn't want to see Kurt, nor any of his students, putting themselves in that position again.

 

Undertale, any, sunlight

The sun was long lost to the monsters underground, relegated to distant memory and myth until the day came that everything changed.
The monsters trickled slowly into this old and unfamiliar world. As Toriel's eyes landed on Asgore she saw the same wetness she felt when they gazed at the the warm sunlight like yellow flowers.

 

Lotr, any, just keep on talking

Some days Sam knows Frodo is only present in body and he fills the silence himself with talk of the buds in the vegetable garden, the blooming flowers throughout the Shire, his plans with Rosie and the games the children played. Those days Frodo will eventually smile and, eyes still distant, quietly request that Sam keep talking. So that is what Samwise Gamgee does until Bag End fills with warmth and Frodo comes home again.

 

Transistor, any, Fairview

They wanted a bridge to Fairview; the petition never saw completion. In a way though, they got what they wanted: connection in an emptying canvas as it all fades away. Fairview and the rest of Cloudbank are joined now by that tenuous and all-encompassing strand of Nothing.

 

any, any, wearing a loved one's clothes (Ghost Trick, Cabanela & Jowd)

Jowd would be the last to claim any sense of fashion, or he would be if wife and friend didn't firmly share that spot already, but even he could see that green didn't suit Cabanela. For his sake he kept his amusement at bay for now—it could come later in comfort and he did owe the man after all—but it was a hard thing when his own large coat looked several sizes larger than it already was on Cabanela's much slimmer frame, and if done correctly could likely be wrapped around him at least twice, which on second thought may have been a good idea as Cabanela shivered somewhere in there, hair still dripping water.

Ah well, there were always other methods and Jowd wrapped his arm around Cabanela's narrow shoulders buried under the coat's folds and held him there until he warmed up from the impromptu swim in the river.