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.

Notes & Rules

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From:

elementalraven

any, any, time-travelling dragons

From:

celeste9

He remembers falling, his body twisting in the air, unable to make his wings beat, to fly up and up, instead nothing but down and down and down into the water, his rider locked in death with him, and both of them twisted up with the others, the killers, the ones his rider said they must end.

They have ended them, but they have ended, too, but he does not remember the impact; he only knows that he is awake, and his rider is here, whispering to him, his hands on his neck, and it is wrong, wrong, he has not been in the pit for long enough for his rider to grow and to have eggs of his own that grew into riders.

“We are leaving, Caraxes,” his rider is whispering to him, and does not seem to know that it is wrong, that they are ended, and he wonders if maybe, maybe, maybe he can save his rider from ending, instead of failing again.

From:

elementalraven

aaaahhhh, nooooooo Caraxes *crying*

From:

celeste9

The best very long boy!!!! <3

From:

vialethe

Oh noooooo. I am not going to be able to handle it when the show gets to this point, I love my sweet squeaky longboy too much. I hope he somehow succeeds in fixing everything the second time around.

From:

elementalraven

any, any, time-travelling ravens

From:

scytale

It was awful, this slipping through time business, made his feathers stand on end and gave him vertigo even though he'd been an expert dive-bomber since he was three months old, and of course the time vortex had dropped on him right before he'd dipped his beak into that juicy roadkill deer, which was no longer dead and hadn't even been born yet. He was hungry, and there weren't any telephone poles or high-rises to land on or any electric lights to navigate by, and the menacingly large local unkindness spoke in an archaic variant that was only used for ceremonial cawings, and was, in fact, unkind.

He was getting back home, he vowed grimly, and after that, nevermore.

From:

whynot

UNKIND INDEED. And of course, that last line xD
Well done!

From:

scytale

Thank you! <3

From:

theseatheseatheopensea

This is excellent!!

From:

scytale

Thank you! ;D

From:

adriennefae

This is amazing.

From:

scytale

Thank you! ;D

From:

elementalraven

oooohhh amazing!!

From:

scytale

Thank you! ;D I saw your prompt and could not resist the pun.

From:

peaked

I love this.

From:

scytale

Aww, thank you! <3

From:

hamsterwoman

ahaha at the punchline, but the bit I love even more is "the menacingly large local unkindness spoke in an archaic variant that was only used for ceremonial cawings, and was, in fact, unkind". Nicely played all around! :D

From:

scytale

Awww, thank you! ;D

(and omg, you have an icon for every occasion! and a part of my brain is going "will the raven say 'nevercorn'?" ;p)

From:

wingedflight

Yesssssss

From:

scytale

;D Thank you!

From:

rustedeaglewings

Well done!

From:

scytale

Thank you! <3

From:

vialethe

Aww, I feel so bad for the poor thing! There's so many great clever bits in this - and tbh before I remembered what an unkindness was in this context, I was imagining some kind of eldritch time god and I didn't even blink. Fantastic.

From:

scytale

Aww, I'm glad you like it! ;D And oooh, I love the idea of an unkindness referring to some kind of eldritch time god -- it seems like such a fitting naem for one!

(And we don't know ravens aren't extremely unkind eldritch time gods...)

From:

vialethe

It doesn't really seem like it would be that out of character for them, does it? There's potential there!!

From:

queenlua

this was DELIGHTFUL; ty

From:

scytale

Aww, thank you! :D I feel very validated that you liked it, since you're the bird person I know. :D

From:

sincereously

The disorienting way the raven describes time-travel is awesome, and the last line is perfect.

From:

scytale

Aww, thank you! :D

From:

elementalraven

any, any, time-travelling …

From:

scytale

Neko waits and waits, but Hibiki does not return, not when the cloud disappears and the sun rises and sets and rises again, not when other humans return to the village and come to the shrine, and not even in the cycle of days later when many generations of children have passed and the original green humans have gone away and the stone human has gone still.

One day, when her moderately reliable assistant humans are discussing how to restore the stone image of her that has worn away, Neko grows weary, so she tucks herself away in a corner of the shrine and falls sleep; when she wakes up, the sun is high and the great sakura trees of the shrine are smaller, the buildings newer -- and there is a shrine maiden sweeping the grass where Neko's stone image used to be.

Neko runs toward her with a kitten's boundless energy, crying out in joy, "Hibiki!"

From:

elementalraven

I am not far along enough in genshin impact to know who these are, but this sounds interesting!

From:

scytale

Thank you! :D Neko has her own world quest in the third region, and I recommend it! Only time I was ever excited to show up online every day to do chores. :P

From:

vindoletta

Wednesday, Wednesday Addams/Bianca Barclay, rivals to lovers

From: (Anonymous)

any, any, OT3 - soldier, poet, king

From:

silveradept

They argue about it for some time, trying to determine which of the roles is best suited for each of them as Elliot's hands dance through the tumblers and firewalls, Hardison anticipates and blocks each cut and thrust of his opponent, and Parker keeps them all on track, sometimes not saying more than a fragment or two of a sentence to remind them of the plan and where they are in it.

Ultimately, they conclude there's no way they can separate the roles, the same way they've concluded there's no way to separate themselves. Hardison boasts he knew all along, which sets Elliot off into a new argument, such that neither of them notice Parker smiling at having found the people she wants to spend a lot more time with.

From:

theseatheseatheopensea

I love this!!

From:

dariaw

Jack nicknames him "the bard" because he recites poetry, softly, every night; at first he speaks the lines to himself, but in time he understands that they do not mind the sound, are soothed by it even.

The bard is younger than either of them but has seen far more war than Jack and David put together; he is not broken, exactly, but he is brittle enough that Jack and David do their best to stop their fights, their old resentments, and to focus on maintaining as much peace as they can in their exile. He is good for them (they always do better when there is something to protect together instead of having to agree on what they want).

When he finally asks to join them in bed, he asks if he can write on them, dark words in ink across their bodies; on David, he writes a romantic ditty over his chest, on Jack a melancholy poem of longing that winds around his torso from his shoulderblade to below his navel. He reads the poems aloud to them, lips honey-slow as he draws out the sounds, then suggests that they blur the written words with hands and mouths.

They were worried at first, that the bard would be one more thing they fought over, one more tract of embattled territory in their long history of love, rivalry, and hate. But the young poet made it clear: they would not compete for him -- he would conquer them both.

From:

topaz_eyes

Any, any, whose steadfast faith yet never moved (Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent, Sir Thomas Wyatt)

From:

kaminagi

She tries to tease him, accuse him of fickleness, but Marguerite can see his eyes have stopped wandering, he's fixed his sights on her alone.

"I still have plenty of deadly secrets," she tells him, Roxton is too honourable to forgive everything, she's certain of it, it will deter him sooner or later.

"And so you do, I'll survive them," he says, and his sincerity catches her off guard long enough for him to kiss her, "we'll survive them."

From:

topaz_eyes

This is so sweet, how John refuses to let Marguerite push him away. Lovely!

From:

kalira

"Naru?" Sasuke barely mumbled it into his lover's neck, but he wasn't surprised when he got a murmured response immediately, Naruto's fingers trailing up the nape of his neck. "I. . . How- Why- How did you never," he paused, swallowing hard, fingertips tracing down the defined muscle of Naruto's arm and . . . over the place where the skin changed, "give up on me?"

"Sasuke," Naruto made a fierce little sound and Sasuke tensed, but Naruto only held him tight, gentle, and nuzzled his face, "it's. . . It was - and is - you," he paused, with a little laugh, and Sasuke shifted enough to look him in the eye; he was smiling, eyes bright as a summer sky, "and it's me. Of course I never could have given up on you," he grinned, "and I never will."

From:

topaz_eyes

Naruto reassuring Sasuke is wonderfully sweet!

From:

kalira

Thank you! The prompt immediately made me think of Naruto, honestly. >.>

From:

topaz_eyes

(filling my own prompt...) Warning for canonical character death.

Back in the day, Harry Stone could be positively insufferable on the night shift: always quick off the mark with his groan-worthy puns; lightning-fast with his blasted magic tricks; and his penchant for practical jokes meant that former Assistant DA Dan Fielding couldn’t open any can of nuts for decades after leaving the courthouse, for fear of spring-loaded snakes jumping out to scare him shitless.

But one thing Dan never doubted about Judge Harold T. Stone, over all the years they worked together, was his deep, abiding faith: in his friends, in his colleagues, and in the constant stream of humanity that paused every night to stand in front of his bench for his verdict on their transgressions. Even though Dan didn’t always understand why, Harry held that same faith in everyone no matter who they were.

Thirty years later, Harry’s daughter, Manhattan night court judge Abby T. Stone, knocks on Dan’s front door. When she presents her case for bringing him back to the courtroom as its public defender, he protests and evades and keeps her at bay; afraid after love and loss and too long on his own. Yet in his heart he knows that Harry’s unshakable belief in him—Harry’s legacy of faith that Abby had inherited, that brought her here—might give him the strength to return: to the court; to newfound purpose; and if he wants it badly enough, a second chance at life again.

Dan puts his own faith in Abby and says yes.

Edited Date: 2023-01-20 04:45 am (UTC)

From:

topaz_eyes

Any, any, a hundred miles later the sky has changed (Silver Wheels, Bruce Cockburn)

From:

ruanchunxian

“The first batch of female pilots we recruited last time had just finished their training and are taking their simulator test next week; do you want to take the captain’s seat in their sims test?”

“I’d have thought you’d want to do that or have a more experienced captain in the left seat,” Cheng Xiao said in surprise.

“I’ll be running the sims from the observer seat, and I thought they’d be a little more relaxed and motivated with you in the captain’s seat, having an example to emulate and all.”

“Well this is certainly a change from Captain ‘Let’s throw two engine failures and an incapacitated captain at the new female pilot’ I had to deal with,” Cheng Xiao observed dryly.

Gu Nanting smiled. “Who said I’m still not going to throw two engine failures at them?”

From:

topaz_eyes

Love this banter!

From:

topaz_eyes

Any, any, when I wore a younger man’s clothes (Piano Man, Billy Joel)

From:

word_devourer

"Oh, I've been too many people to remember all of it," says the Doctor, "so... I try to hold onto whatever I can't remember in here."
A flickering remembrance of what could easily be an elderly human, laughing as he steps back to the TARDIS.
"Sometimes I forget that I used to be so young I wanted to look old just to be taken seriously."

From:

theseatheseatheopensea

I love this!

From:

ruanchunxian

Oh this is just lovely!

From:

wingedflight

Aww I love it!

From:

regshoe

Aww, lovely!

From:

topaz_eyes

I love this!

From: (Anonymous)

Isn't that just like a youth, tsk. <3

From:

ceruleantactician

This is lovely. Captures the Doctor's character perfectly. <3

From:

be_themoon

ohhhhh, that last line is SO GOOD and so doctor, an old man growing younger

From:

marquisguyun

There was a weight to it as he got dressed, heavier than the armor itself, but he felt lighter than he had in over a decade.

The Lin Shu of his distant past could dress this way, all martial cuts and youthful invincibility, but the Mei Changsu of his more recent years couldn't dream of it, wrapped up in the warm layers of an ill man.

To dress for war now felt like clothing himself in his past self and stripping himself bare all at once. He knew better now than to think himself invincible--he'd been dying for nearly half of his life--but he didn't need to be invincible this time. He only needed what he'd needed since he first came into Lin Chen's care: to live long enough to accomplish what he'd set out to do.

From:

topaz_eyes

This is lovely, the contrast of the young warrior and the old man, invincibility and wisdom as he goes to meet his fate.

From:

marquisguyun

Thank you! He's actually only in his early 30s here, but he's been living on borrowed time (and with a new identity) since he was fatally poisoned in his late teens.

From:

zdenka

Oh no, Mei Changsu . . . :(

From:

topaz_eyes

Any, any, if you’re gonna jump it’ll be with the game (Big League, Tom Cochrane and Red Rider)

From:

be_themoon

The plans are clinical, careful, given in meetings they always make sure nobody is followed to, and she mostly listens at first, knows that she's the least trusted, and then one day she interrupts and says, "Somebody's going to have to be there. Physically inside, and they won't be getting out."

There are eyes on her, and it would be uncomfortable if she hadn't had to spend the last few years learning how not to care when his eyes were on her, learning how to be unfeeling and nothing, learning how to be someone he didn't even want to care for anymore, and she raises a languid hand into the air, not asking a question, not being anything more than what she's already been reduced to.

"That was me volunteering. I have training to resist interrogation - I was trained by them."

From:

topaz_eyes

I love how it works on so many levels--after everything that's happened between the characters, she's still willing to sacrifice herself. This is amazing, thank you for writing it!

From:

topaz_eyes

Any, any, “Who keeps cutting all these onions?”

From:

word_devourer

"I had told you, Prince," says Achilles, seemingly unaffected by the eye-watering fumes, "that they were not to be trusted."
Zagreus, who for all his divinity, is nonetheless corporeal and thus subject to physical assault, blinks away tears.
"I understand, sir," he says, blearingly looking over at the Head Chef, who seems delighted to be chopping up something other than fish for once, "I won't bring them back again."

From:

topaz_eyes

Of course the Head Chef would be delighted to chop up the onions! Really nice!

From:

be_themoon

i genuinely laughed out loud at this one, so good and so much in vibe with the humor of the game and just, delightful

From:

silveradept

"It's not working!" Osaka wailed, years streaming from her eyes as she continued to dice the onions.

"Uh, Miss Ayamu," Chiyo ventured, "why are you chopping all the onions in the kitchen?"

"I thought I could build up an immunity if I just kept cutting the onions," Osaka said, "but every new onion only makes it worse!"

From:

topaz_eyes

Omg Osaka would totally do this! This is great! :-DDD

From:

mxcatmoon

Torchwood, Ianto Jones, Ianto being Ianto.

Edited Date: 2023-01-15 01:14 am (UTC)

From:

mxcatmoon

Any, any, that ship has sailed.

From:

ultra_fic

In the beginning, even though they were only twelve, she had ideas that it would be her and Logan - from the way he looked at her the first time they met, with that infectious smile but eyes that told her there was more to him that there seemed - but Lily had other plans, and Duncan had shown more of an interest in Veronica, so the moment passed.

In high school and college, there had been more than one attempt to make it work - from the unexpected kiss on the Camelot balcony, to the time he saved her life on the roof of the Grand, to fights over her work and his drinking and more - but perhaps they were both too damaged then, so the moment passed.

In the end, when they were reunited in Neptune, she had sworn it would never happen, and yet it was impossible to resist - when he was cleared of suspicion in Bonnie's murder, when she was free of her old relationship - and this time, at least she knows in her heart that, no matter how far the ship takes him away, he'll be coming home to her soon, because this is their time.

From:

mxcatmoon

Well done! Nostalgic and bittersweet.

From:

ultra_fic

Thanks - glad you liked it :)

From:

kalira

"Madara," Hashirama sounded devastated, and it put Madara's teeth on edge, "you were- we were- you were mine, you-"

Madara whirled, growling, yanking out of range of Hashirama's grasping hands. "I have not been yours, not since-" he faltered, shaking his head, refusing to entertain those memories, "that time has long fled, and you cannot bring it back."

From:

mxcatmoon

Thanks! Intense, poignant scene of a lost relationship. 👍🏼👍🏼

From:

kalira

Thank you!

From:

lyssie

Sandman (TV), Modern Johanna Constantine, all my friends are dead

From:

lyssie

Sandman (TV), Ric the Vic, I begged my God to speak / and tear me apart

From:

whynot

When the sacred becomes mundane, when you reduce the sacred to the facts and battle strategies and secret contacts and Johanna Constantine's little quips -- you don't need faith. What you need is a drink and the belief that you're doing this for the greater good. You take on cutesy nicknames like Ric the Vic because God works in mysterious ways, and one of the most effective ways is to drag the evil to the light and watch it burn, with a little help from the local ghostbuster (even if Johanna hates it when you call her that).

From:

wingedflight

Yesss I love Ric the Vic!

From:

whynot

I hope we see more of her in the next season!

From:

lyssie

<3 I love this so much - this line You take on cutesy nicknames like Ric the Vic because God works in mysterious ways is so perfect.

Edited (my ability to italicize properly goes out the window) Date: 2023-01-15 07:07 am (UTC)

From:

wintersday

This is such a great little character study!

From:

lyssie

Sandman (TV), Modern Johanna Constantine, like a broken clock

From:

mxcatmoon

The Sentinel, Jim /& Blair, a sticky situation

From:

lyssie

Leverage, Sophie Deveraux, you swapped your queen out for a pawn
Garbage - A Woman Destroyed

From:

be_themoon

She moves among the groups in the tent, swapping personas by the moment, always under the radar, ignoring Hardison's frantic calls for their friends in her ears.

Later, by the side of the table, she looks at him, reads the lies in his eyes and the barely held together framework of him, and oh, Nate, but it was always going to come down to a choice, wasn't it?

And it was never going to be her.

From:

lyssie

Yesss. The perfect angsty tag (also, I love how easily she slides in and out of conversations and groups).

From:

lyssie

Leverage, Breanna Casey, I eat my anger 'cause I am angry, man / I smile and say you're right because I can
Garbage - Flipping the Bird

From:

dariaw

Code has always been easy for Breanna.

Make a friendly joke of it when someone assumes you're stupid; pretend to be confused when someone talks shit about your life mattering, says your sexuality is a choice, thinks your gender makes you fodder for catcalls and comments; watch the powerful from afar as they destroy bodies and hopes and dreams and lives, and never, ever act like you can see them for what they are.

The anger used to slip out of her, unvarnished, a hacksaw with teeth in search of righteous justice; now, she encodes it, her personal cryptography of rage; she wraps it tight in a Trojan horse, where it remains, undetected, until the moment she decides to release havoc.

Edited Date: 2023-01-16 07:56 am (UTC)

From:

lyssie

YES. a hacksaw with teeth - this implies so much about what happened before we first met her, and I love it.

From:

dariaw

Thank you!!! I'm so happy you like, and what a great prompt!!

From:

be_themoon

oh this is GREAT, i haven't even watched enough redemption to fully appreciate it yet but this is just very well written and satisfying even not knowing the character well

From:

dariaw

Thank you so much!!! I'm always skeptical when shows I love intro new main characters but Breanna has really grown on me <3

Thanks for the comment!!

(I'll also say that redemption was kind of slow at first at the first few episodes of s1 but I liked it more and more as I continued watching eps)

From:

be_themoon

i'm currently on a slow rewatch of the whole show before we restart redemption! somewhere in s3 so i hope to get there in not too long!!

From:

apprentice_lurk

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Zelda, AU - Zelda was kidnapped as a child and raised as a Yiga

From:

scytale

any, any, just as stars surrounding the silver moon must hide their gleaming faces when she grows full and shines most brightly over the earth...

From:

woodmr

“Why, if the words were only changed from English to French, we might be in one of your old salons,” said a recently arrived French émigré as she joined Marguerite’s party at the concert that evening.

“Indeed, Countess, it would take more than translation to bring our circles together,” was the wry answer given, long repeated and admired after the other was but an afterthought among those in attendance. For though Lady Blakeney now wore the gilt of her husband’s noble ancestors, Marguerite retained a sangfroid all her own—cultivated on the stage and in revolutionary spirit—that captivated the English court as no mere aristocrat could.