threesentenceficathon | 2023 Three Sentence Ficathon

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Welcome to the 2023 Three Sentence Ficathon!
As of 16 Jan 2023 this post is NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS! PLEASE POST YOUR NEW PROMPTS HERE, IN POST 2! Do continue to fill prompts here but please put all new prompts in Post 2.

This post will remain open for new prompts until we hit 4000 comments, at which point we'll open a new one to avoid captcha as long as possible. New fills and comments on fills will always be welcome.

How to Prompt

Prompts should be one prompt per comment, formatted in this way: fandom, character(s), prompt word/sentence

Example: Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I don't like sand

Prompts may also be open ended, unspecific, or anthropomorphic, such as:

any, any, I don't like sand
or
Earth geography, sand, I don't like humans very much, either

Prompts for relationships are welcome; a / is used for romantic/sexual relationships and an & for platonic. A prompt that uses both means the relationship can be written as either romantic or platonic, such as:

Star Wars, Anakin/&Obi-Wan, I don't like sand

Prompts may be repeated if they are unfilled; there is no obligation to read through every prompt to make sure yours isn't a repeat. This year's 3SF will stay open for new prompts through Sunday, February 12th.

How to Fill

Respond to your chosen prompt with a short fic of three sentences containing the fandom & characters requested!

Prompts can be filled more than once, as many times as someone has a new idea for them.

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From:

be_themoon

leverage, parker/elliot/hardison, happiness too is sometimes slow to register

From:

mxcatmoon

Parker and Hardison used to worry that being with them wasn’t making Eliot happy.

Since they’d gotten together, he was just as gruff and growly as always, never showing his feelings.

They eventually realize that Eliot shows his happiness by protecting them, cooking for them, and by always being there.

From:

wingedflight

sweeties!

From:

mxcatmoon

They are!

From:

dariaw

this is 100% them!!

From:

mxcatmoon

🤍🤍

From:

be_themoon

aww, lovely and yes exactly him!! that's just how he does it

From:

mxcatmoon

Thanks! I just love these three!

From:

syrena_of_the_lake

Any, any, unusual items in lost and found

From:

smallhobbit

Amongst the most popular are umbrellas and odd gloves - never, of course, a pair. There are a surprising number of glasses cases, with or without contents, hearing aids, false teeth, and even artificial limbs. But a sabre tooth tiger, how do you manage to lose one of those, but at least it was a small one and could be kept in the large dog kennel (also misplaced).

From:

scytale

AWWW. (and lol at "never, of course, a pair")

Those are some dedicated people working in lost and found, and good thing there was a dog kennel!

From:

smallhobbit

Thank you - the lost gloves was said with a lot of feeling!

The sabre tooth tiger had to go somewhere!

From:

ruanchunxian

“Hi, have you seen a bag containing a Toblerone, a bottle of Talisker and a lemon?”

The woman at the airport lost and found looked up to find three men standing in front of her counter - the one who spoke was wearing what looked like an airline steward’s uniform and was grinning widely, while on either side of him was a nervous looking man in a captain’s uniform, a hat with a truly impressive amount of gold braid on it tucked between his arm and his torso, and a bored-looking first officer who looked like he should be the one with four stripes on his arm and would definitely inspire much more confidence in his passengers than his apparent captain.

And yet, when the bag in question was found and handed over, it was the first officer’s face that lit up with what was definitely trouble brewing, as he exclaimed, “Well, congratulations, between you and Martin, you have used up all of our layover hours looking for the lemon and I'm impressed you finally found it, Arthur, and so now gentlemen, the lemon is in play again!”

Edited Date: 2023-01-15 12:51 pm (UTC)

From:

kalira

". . .is . . . is this a needle? A sewing needle?" Ino held up the implement, trailing a vibrant pink thread.

"With floral embroidery project attached, it looks like," Sakura observed, blinking, "and I've got seven hairties, a filthy lip balm, and a child's left mitten. No sign of my poison senbon?"

"No, but there is, for some reason, a woolly hat and three plain umbrellas, one broken. And seventeen pens, none of which have a secret compartment or blade," Tenten flicked another one onto the pile, "eighteen. Also thus far 237 ryo in small change."

A kunoichi's definition of 'unusual' might be . . . unusual~

From:

silveradept

1. All lost objects must be assumed to be Spark-influenced.
1a. Because of this, all lost objects must be carefully checked for traps and weapons, and all traps and weapons found must be reliably disarmed, before the object will be placed in lost and found.
1b. Inspection and disarmament of any lost object is the exclusive province of the Jäegermonsters of Mechanicsburg, by virtue of being tough enough to survive a failed attempt and sufficiently used to Sparks and their designs to be able to spot the traps and weapons in the first place.

Edited Date: 2023-01-25 10:02 pm (UTC)

From:

be_themoon

star wars, cassian, i admit i am afraid of isolation

From:

be_themoon

duck hunt (discord), ducks, insurgency

From: (Anonymous)

"The magazine refill and the barrel grease will cost you 14 exp, Sarge," the shopkeep tallied up the order.

"Just put it on my bill," Sarge instructed wryly through an otherwise stoic demeanor.

Sarge always cracked jokes after a costly battle; this time was no different.

From:

be_themoon

ahahaha yes, excellent! why does it get so much more expensive the higher you go

From:

be_themoon

battlestar galactica (2003), kara/lee, i don't think i ever loved that gently

From:

be_themoon

narnia, susan/edmund, one year since i've seen the mountains or had proof love could be enough

From:

vialethe

“Take me away from here, Edmund,” she says, and though she’s striving for royal authority in her voice, it’s only his sister who comes through, her voice too much in her throat, her eyes fallen too often to his mouth, her fingers brushing his arm too often for chance. “Please - Calormen, the Islands, I don’t care where, but if we stay here-” and he hears it without words, because he feels it too: if we stay here, we will break, and everyone will know.

A quick look around shows no one in sight, and so he kisses her there for the first time, short and sharp in the shadows of her balcony, and when he breaks it off (over her swallowed whimper of protest, a sound that makes him harder than it has any right to), he says, “I’ve been longing for a trip to the mountains, myself,” and prays for the patience to wait, just a few days longer.

From:

snacky

Yes, excellent, a lovenest in the mountains.

From:

be_themoon

THEY DESERVE SOME NOT TRAGEDY and this is excellent not tragedy and love, i am very happy

From:

vialethe

There has to be some sweet in there for the bitter to hit so hard later, right??? No reason we can't show that part too, make the delicious angst hit that much worse.

From:

theseatheseatheopensea

Our Flag Means Death, Ed, Once, all the stars in the sky were bright, now they're red and fading, and all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore have moved.

From:

chronologicalimplosion

"Does that star look red to you?" Ed asked his first mate one night, when he was supposed to be watching the nigh-invisible stormclouds on the dark horizon to see whether the winds were blowing them in or out.

Ed had hoped Izzy might ask something like where?, or at least look around for it, instead of grumbling "What has that got to do with the storm?"

"Nothing," Ed mumbled, trying to remember whether the star had actually been more yellow the day before, and whether his first mate would ever have gone along with a whiff of bare, niggling curiosity, feeling clouded over on both counts by the distant mirage of what he wanted to remember.

From:

theseatheseatheopensea

Ohh, this is so good! I love it, thank you so much!

From:

silveradept

The thing he remembers the most about Stede (other than his complete inability to be any kind of respectable pirate) is that the man was forever dressed in colors, and he did the same for his crew.

Now that he was gone, Ed had returned to his own monochromatic decisions, assisted by Izzy. Every day, he took out a small square of color he'd acquired from a gentleman victim, looked at it, tried to decide whether it would be compatible with his look, imagined what Stede might say, and then hurriedly put it away before the memories threatened to drag him off the ship and drown him.

From:

theseatheseatheopensea

Awwww, so sad (and so good!) I really love this, thank you!!!

From:

be_themoon

supernatural, castiel, we're surely creatures with unknown gods

From:

be_themoon

alex rider, alex, and this can only end wrong

From:

wingedflight

He knows it’s a bad idea just as he knows there’s no other way; the assassin will bleed out in minutes if Alex lets him disappear from Airforce One on his own.

So Alex goes with him.

He catches up to Yassen at the top of the metal stairs, ducking under the man’s arm just as Yassen is beginning to lose his balance; Alex tightens his grip, steadies Yassen, and helps him to one of Cray’s trucks.

From:

be_themoon

ooooooh, yes i am very much into this and would love to see how it would wind up going, what a good idea

From:

wingedflight

Saaaame lol, things would be so much different with Scorpia if Yassen is with him

From: (Anonymous)

Any fairy tale, any, you demanded my firstborn, your demand was for my firstborn son, sorry not sorry, my firstborn is a girl

From:

silveradept

"And now," the fairy says, swooping in with malice, "I will take the king as I was promised by his parents at his birth."

The king and queen both look at the fairy, confused. "I don't know what you were told by my parents, but I am Akane, king of this land, and ever since my birth, I have been a girl," she says, the words carrying the metallic tang of truth the fairy can taste.

Edited Date: 2023-01-26 01:17 am (UTC)

From:

schoolsasaint

Greek Myth, any, wine-dark skies

From:

woodmr

They agreed it was important to pacify whatever remained of the gods’ ire and so kept vigil as the altar’s fire burned low, smoke mixing with sunset, royalty rich with wealth but bereft of their last child. At nightfall she poured a libation on the pyre but Midas clapped hands upon its stonework ere Zeus received this benediction. “Be cursed as we are,” he cried in despair, gold shining like their daughter’s memory, gold less valued than their son’s life, gold that rose above the yawning knit in the earth but left in their hearts.

From:

theseatheseatheopensea

This is excellent!

From:

woodmr

Thanks, I struggled with the prompt at first but it really clicked when I read about the legend of Midas's son (which I didn't know before).

From: (Anonymous)

Doctor Who, any, eldritch Time Lords

From:

ravenlilyrose

Sometimes, when she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, Rose thought she could see... something more about the Doctor (a kind of darkbright glow or sprawling energy), but when she looked at him more directly it was always gone. And then he'd look at her and grin that stupid grin and she'd forget that he was anything but her man-shaped Time Lord best friend.
That weird glow stayed with him after he changed, too, and though it was always hard to remember, it did help her to believe that this was the same man, even though his grin and his eyes and his hair and his style and almost everything else about him had changed.

From:

ceruleantactician

Awww, this is such a cute take on the eldritch!Time Lord idea, how it helps Rose realize that he's still the same person even after he regenerates. Love this!

From: (Anonymous)

Doctor Who, any, fae Time Lords

From:

adriennefae

She can almost, perhaps, remember being told never to tell them her name.
It was her mother, probably, but she can hardly remember her mother now, only a vague sense that surely she must have had one, as all children do.
It certainly wasn’t her aunt. Aunt Sharon’s not around enough to tell Amelia much of anything at all, and even if she had, it wouldn’t have been that. She’s never believed in that sort of thing anyway.
But whichever it was, Amelia hardly remembers. If it even happened at all. It certainly doesn’t feel as real as the strange-looking man who stands in front of her, who pulls the forbidden name from her lips as if by magic, leaving her unsure if she’s been foolish or if she's been enchanted or if she’s simply stopped thinking being stolen away would really be all that bad.
Amelia Pond.
Like a name in a fairy tale.
A fairy tale. Perhaps her mother read her some - but she doesn't know.
But perhaps, she thinks, she can find her own.

From:

lyssie

Aack, the implications about him knowing her name (and the things she barely remembers!)

From:

ceruleantactician

Oh, this is lovely! Fae!Eleven is very appropriate. And I love how Amelia is unsure about whether or not she thinks being stolen away is a bad thing.

From:

schoolsasaint

Assassin's Creed, Eivor, row to the end of the whaleroad

From:

be_themoon

Eivor knows her place on the crew, knows the joy of one hand on support and both eyes on the horizon, knows just how to call the shots to make sure everyone rows how they should.

She's always wanted to go farther, deeper, knows that her crew deserves better than to bend to her heart grasping vision of the horizon, the way it would be so easy to go just a little bit more, just a little more.

She wraps her hand firmer, calls the halt and the rest, takes her eyes away from the horizon to tend to her wounded.

From: (Anonymous)

Doctor Who, any, Susan Foreman as the Timeless Child

From: (Anonymous)

Doctor Who, any, Susan Foreman comes back

From:

astrogirl

"Grandfather, it is you!" the woman says, her smile tentative at first, then impossibly wide, and Yaz looks to the Doctor, expecting... she isn't sure what. A look of puzzlement, a laugh? But instead she spreads her arms wide and says, "Susan, it's me!", and Yaz thought she was used to all the Doctor's secrets and surprises, but what the hell is she supposed to do with this?

From:

lyssie

Accept that you have a thing for someone's Gran, Yaz. It was bound to happen eventually.

(augh, my heart, though, Thirteen, out of all of them, needed to meet Susan again, I feel)

From:

astrogirl

I want all of them to meet Susan again, constantly, but Thirteen might have been the most beautiful reunion of all of them. *sniffle*

From:

be_themoon

i deeply need this to happen to at least one doctor and this gives me at least a little of it

From:

astrogirl

I really, really keep wanting it to happen, too!

From:

be_themoon

it would be so good!!! this is exactly how it should happen!!

From: (Anonymous)

Doctor Who, any, Ace at the Time Lord Academy

From: (Anonymous)

Doctor Who, Third Doctor, meeting a later incarnation of the Master

From:

lyssie

"I always was partial to this velvet look of yours," the woman said, leaning up against him and almost purring.

Really, her conduct was quite out of bounds, even if there was something almost familiar about her (which he would dash himself as a fool for later, once Jo had stopped laughing); still, he frowned as he carefully stepped away from her, "My dear young woman--"

"Oh, I do like being your dear, and it's Missy," she replied before pulling a gun from within her umbrella and gesturing with it, "now, if you'd be so kind, I need to borrow a few things from your TARDIS."

From: (Anonymous)

Yay! Love it. :D

From:

lyssie

Thank you =D

From:

ceruleantactician

This is great! I love Three's confusion and Missy's nostalgia.

From:

lyssie

Thank you - I like to think that Missy visited them all, if only for research, at least once (after all, just because Twelve was the newest model didn't mean she'd be unable to pick up pointers from the older ones; also, it's always fun to pit herself against him when he least expects it).

From:

lyssie

(and because I couldn't resist, though it got far longer - someone else will have to add in Simm and Dhawan)

"You look rather as though you've been through the wars, old chap," the Doctor observed, stroking his chin in a mild bit of confusion; he and Jo had returned to the lab after a rather frustrating adventure caused by the Brigadier and his simply ridiculous calls upon the Doctor's time to find a rather injured-looking man rummaging through his things!

The man paused, and turned, the face partially obscured by the decrepit cowl not doing much to change the first impression of injured badly, and said, "Oh, how tiresome. I was quite hoping to avoid this incarnation."

"Oh--" Jo cut off her statement with a horrified gasp, "Oh, you poor thing--"

"Ah, Miss Grant." The man picked up one of the pieces of the TARDIS that the Doctor had been reconstructing, and tucked it away somewhere (he didn't appear to have pockets), "Such a sympathetic child."

"Now, look here," the Very Firm Tone evident in his voice, the Doctor strode forward, "Do put that piece of my equipment back and let us take you to the infirmary."

Or the brig; the Doctor would quite like the almost-thief to be locked up for such effrontery.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see, Doctor," the sneer was quite evident, even if the burnt lips of his mouth couldn't manage it, "I'm here to save the Earth."

And really, how utterly predictable they all were, the Master mused much later. The Doctor fell in like a proverbial clock-work soldier. Miss Grant plied sympathy and tea, and in the end he almost absconded with her (if only to annoy the Doctor and put her to use succoring his prisoners when he needed them empathized with and not tortured). Though she never did stop looking at him as though she could save him from himself.

As he'd said, quite tiresome.

From:

ceruleantactician

Oh, this is very intriguing. I love how cripsy!Master is annoyed by how easy it is to trick Jo and the Doctor, yet he also considers taking Jo for himself. A very fun read!

From:

lyssie

Thank you - part of that is he's over being quite so gentlemanly (Delgado was such a gent, even when he was plotting evil), and is a bit more expedient (mostly. There was that time he spent a decade stuck in a statue, waiting on the Doctor, after all), and a bit more impatient (and slightly craftier if only for his future!knowledge that Three doesn't have). :D

From:

ceruleantactician

The Doctor supposed it was some kind of comfort to know that no matter what else changed this far into their respective futures, he could always count on the Master to pop up with some overcomplicated plan for him to foil.

Though he was a perhaps a bit confused: the Master he knew had a certain elegance to his plans that this new Master (a rather excitable fellow dressed in tweed) seemed to lack; as the Doctor covertly tested the rope that he was tied up with, he watched the future Master explain his scheme in a rather… unique way.

He leaned closer to his future self, the nice young-looking blonde woman who was tied up next to him, and said softly, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but is there always this much dancing?”

From:

lyssie

The dancing was where I fully lost it, LOL. (I'm so glad you added this!)

From:

ceruleantactician

I had the idea of Three's reaction to some of the NuWho Master's antics (ra ra rasputin!) and I couldn't resist! Thank you!

From:

astrogirl

OK, this literally made me laugh out loud. Very loudly. :)

From:

ceruleantactician

I couldn't help but imagine how Three would react to the antics of the NuWho Masters. Thank you!

From: (Anonymous)

Ahahaha. :DDD Fantastic punch line.

From:

ceruleantactician

The Master can really be So Much sometimes! Thank you! :)

From:

tellshannon815

Yellowjackets, anyone, “So why’d you destroy the black box, Misty?”

From:

isabrella

Taissa holds up the once-electric guts of the black box: “So, why’d you do it, Misty?” she asks; the other Yellowjackets surround her, every one of them with arms crossed, eyes narrowed, cheekbones hollow from the months of starvation. They all have a reason to hate her.

“I did it for all of us,” Misty says, pushing her glasses back up her stout nose and folding her arms to mirror her accusers, “I did it for the team.”

From:

raisedbymoogles

Super Mario series, Peach, in which the Princess travels to the magical land of New York and saves the world

From:

silveradept

"Look, your Highness, you're in New York, super capital of the world, there's no way that two plumbers from Brooklyn can help you any more with this problem," the cart guy said, indicating the unfolding battle above them between Bowser's fleet and the various costumed heroes attempting to provide air defense.

Peach nodded, thanked him for the information, then returned to the warp pipe she had come up through in the middle of the park and whistled.

"This is the correct place, Captain Toad, Queen Rosalina," she said, and then waited patiently as the Mushroom Kingdom's finest explorer and pilot led the Toad Air Force out into the skies from the pipe, followed by a smaller version of the Luma Observatory, surrounded by as many of the living stars as Peach and Rosalina had been able to recruit on short notice.

From:

raisedbymoogles

WHOOOO EPIC BATTLE :DDDDD

From:

raisedbymoogles

FF7, Lucrecia, Adventure! Romance! Mad Science!

From:

raisedbymoogles

any, any, beach episode

From:

anonne

"You're not even gonna try looking the part?" said Cissnei, casting her eyes over Tseng's ever-present dark suit. "Zack thinks this is a vacation. Bad enough having us here in the first place."

"I'm sure he doesn't mind having you here," said Tseng, not looking at her – she had realised he tended to avoid doing so while she was wearing her bikini. "He's a SOLDIER First Class; we can't just let him wander around the world without backup. Especially unarmed."

Cissnei glanced at the parasol Zack gripped with both hands, and thought, no worries there.

From:

raisedbymoogles

Had to work in the parasol somewhere, didn't you? XDDDD

From:

ruanchunxian

Yuheng had learnt over the months that Gu Nanting disliked sea-view hotel rooms, even if she did not understand why, and when she was in charge of checking the crew into hotels in a location by the sea, she would often request a room without a seaview for him. Today, given the stress of everything that happened onboard, she absent-mindedly handed him a keycard that Gu Nanting only realised once he had arrived in the room was for a room that fully faced the waters.

But for once, the view of the sea did not bother him.

Perhaps even ghosts from the past could not speak louder than the hollow pain of having to witness a passenger die on a flight.

It wasn’t his fault, logically Gu Nanting knew that. It hadn’t been his decision to make, and he had to, for now, believe that Jiang Tao had made the decision he deemed most appropriate, but that didn’t change the fact that Gu Nanting was still a captain of Luzhou Air, and the passenger had died on a Luzhou Air flight.

He looked down at the message from Wang Chao, the flight attendant who had accompanied the passenger and his father to the hospital. Apparently the passenger had died from an aneurysm, which was exacerbated by the change in pressure of the aircraft landing. So even if Gu Nanting had been the pilot and had the power to order a diversion, the passenger might have died regardless. And yet, knowing this, Gu Nanting couldn’t help but illogically wish he had been the captain today instead. Perhaps he would find it easier to live with what had happened, if it had happened as a result of a decision he had control of, rather than knowing he had no choice but to leave the decision to someone else, sit back knowing that a man had been dying behind him all that time.

~*~

The next morning, from the balcony of his hotel room, Gu Nanting could see a small figure exiting the hotel and making her way down to the rocks by the edge of the water. He had watched her do the walk-arounds often enough when they flew together, but he didn’t realise that her figure had become so familiar to him that he could recognise her even now, from this faraway. This walk, too, was different from the confident posture Cheng Xiao always held when doing the last minute checks on their aircraft. Now, as Gu Nanting watched her sit down on the rocks and stare out into the sea, he could see the way her shoulders hunched forward. She looked weary and tormented, even from here.

His earlier wish that he had been flying yesterday’s flight seemed absurdly selfish now. It hadn’t been his flight, and there was little he could have done about yesterday’s situation. But it had been Cheng Xiao’s flight. She had wanted to divert, but that decision had been taken out of her hands too. Now she would have to live with the consequences of her captain’s decision, and it was a situation a thousand times more painful than the what-ifs that Gu Nanting had to face.

She was so young, still. She had such romantic views of this job, of the sky and its endless freedoms. All he had tried to do when he first started teaching her was to make her understand that behind all that freedom for her, were lives that people had entrusted into their pilots’ hands. He had watched Cheng Xiao grow from that cocky cargo pilot who did not understand the full weight of all the lives in the cabin behind her, to where she was today, one of Luzhou’s most promising pilots.

Even when he was being hardest on her - and he admitted he had deliberately made things very hard for her at the beginning - he would never have dreamed that she needed whatever lesson yesterday’s flight was supposed to teach her.

How Gu Nanting wished he could spare her this senseless lesson.

~*~

He watched the lonely figure of Cheng Xiao on the rocks, with the sea lapping at her feet, for a few more minutes. Then, even if the sound of the waves still choked him, Gu Nanting made his way down to the beach too, and sat down next to her.

From:

raisedbymoogles

this was not at all what I expected to get but I am delighted. you know, in a sad way.

From:

kalira

"Oh. . . Oh dear." Shiro murmured, and Yonekuni sighed, stretching and shifting on the sand without opening his eyes.

"What is it?" Yonekuni asked; the wind coming in off the surf was playing through his shaggy fringe - growing out again, to Shiro's pleasure - and Shiro couldn't quite resist shifting closer and ruffling his fingers through it, distracted from-

"It . . . looks like Kunimasa has been having trouble getting Norio-kun into the water," Shiro answered, glancing back at the struggle at the very edge of the water, the wavelets lapping over Kunimasa's feet as Norio clung to his shoulders, yowling out sobs, "though no one else seems inclined to help. Either way."

From:

raisedbymoogles

uhhhh, someone help Norio pls o_o

From:

kalira

Unlikely >.> Yonekuni's idea of helping in the canon was giving Noririn a shove off the ladder and into the pool where Kunimasa was dragging him when he clung to it. ^^; (Noririn is coming into his own as a cat-based boy and has developed a Dislike of water, poor bb. XD)

From:

silveradept

Having seen Adrien modeling shirtless enough times, actually seeing Adrien shirtless didn't do a whole lot for Marinette.

When Alya stepped into the sand, Marinette fought the itch to check and make sure the Fox Miraculous was still in place, as the only logical and practical reason for Alya somehow having gotten curvier in her two-piece was a Mirage at work.

Most of the class's jaws dropped, however, at Juleka emerging in a tankini that somehow simultaneously highlighted her height, her elegance, and the unmistakable signs of toned muscles and strength in her arms, legs, and abs built up from living on a ship all of her life.

From:

raisedbymoogles

hee! well done Juleka making an impression

From:

raisedbymoogles

any, any, onsen episode

From:

kalira

Shiro trailed a hand over his mate's shoulder and smiled faintly, feeling how utterly relaxed he was - and the softest thrum of a pleased moan in his throat, making Shiro want to curl into him.

Yonekuni slipped an arm around his waist and Shiro let out a startled yip, then laughed as he slid easily into Yonekuni's lap, the water lapping around them; Yonekuni buried his face in Shiro's neck with another soft moan, sinking lower in the almost painfully hot water.

Shiro's lips quirked as he remembered Kunimasa's parting words as he'd left with his own sleepily lax, flushed mate - good luck indeed; the words and the little snort as he'd offered them made rather more sense, now; Shiro wasn't sure how or even if he could get his happily basking, very hot mate out of the onsen.

From:

raisedbymoogles

[onsen employees, meanwhile: we really should put up a 'Please No Sex in the Onsen' sign 9_9]

From:

kalira

Might be wise. . . But hey, they aren't doing anything inappropriate at least at the moment. XD (On the other hand, Yonekuni might be too bonelessly happy and relaxed at being hot all through to want to. XD)