2023 Three Sentence Ficathon - Post #1

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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

No, fills do not need to be exactly three sentences! It's more of a guideline. Please abuse grammar and punctuation as much as desired.

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Comments

[arveldis]

It’s a strange thing to be pulled in and out of timelines, never knowing what age one is supposed to be or what role one is expected to play—radiant queen or dutiful daughter; it’s a far stranger, harder thing to lose all of one’s family before the age of twenty-one.

It’s an even harder thing to stand alone beside the five graves that contain all that is left of one’s parents and siblings, with only an aunt and uncle left to provide hollow comfort.

It’s less hard to leave childhood behind without a second glance because it has become something too agonizing to think of, but Susan does; and the parts that she keeps—the parts that she claims as hers and that no one can take from her—she buries deeply, where they cannot surface to scratch at her wounds.

[vialethe]

Stranger Things, Max/Steve, up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush/drinking beer out of plastic cups

Re: Fill

[ruanchunxian]

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!

[vialethe]

Star Wars: TCW, Anakin/Ahsoka, Anakin isn’t attached so much as jealous

[vialethe]

Discworld, Ridcully, the interrupted bath

Re: Afraid of the World I’m In

[vialethe]

I do love the idea of Queen Laena, in particular. And Rhaenys would have been so much better than Viserys!! Stupid Westrosi sexism.

[ultra_fic]

Ha! Yes, I love this. Thank you :)

[ultra_fic]

Aww, beautiful! Thank you :)

Re: Fill: Labyrinth, Jareth/adult!Sarah, one more dance

[ultra_fic]

Oh, wonderful - thank you :)

[vialethe]

This is great, the way it plays with the timelines and their differing ages, how her childhood goes from being something too confusing to too painful to look at once she's on her own. It's heartbreaking that the parts she considers truly her are the same parts she buries. Poor Susan.

[ultra_fic]

Oof, that's a heart-wrencher, but so good :)

Re: Stray Kids, Felix/Bang Chan, Wishing on your stars

[ultra_fic]

Aww, that's cute :) (Doesn't even matter that I don't know the fandom!)

[vialethe]

Winternight, Vasya/Morozko, Baba Yaga is unimpressed

[thenewbuzwuzz]

Hee, I love it!

Alex Stern series, Darlington/Alex, fashion deviant

[wearing_tearing]

HELL BENT SPOILERS without any sort of context!

Alex stopped short as soon as she stepped into the living room. "Didn't you say not having your trousers on make you feel like a deviant?"

Darlington looked up from the book he was reading, the ghost of a smile on his lips, and raised an eyebrow at Alex. "Don't I look good?"

Alex let her gaze rake over Darlington's naked body. "Better than with your clothes on."

Flight to You (a very depressing beach episode)

[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.

Alex Stern series, Darlington/Alex, yes ma'am

[wearing_tearing]

HELL BENT SPOILERS!

“Put them away,” Alex hissed, trying her best not to call attention to them.

“I am… having trouble doing so,” Darlington blinked and a light frown appeared on his face when he glanced down at the New Year's party glass he was holding. “It seems alcohol makes it difficult to…”

“Keep your horns hidden? I’m ordering you to make them go away.”

Darlington’s eyes flicked up towards her and, in the next second, his horns disappeared. “Yes, ma’am.”

Flight to You

[ruanchunxian]

The first time Cheng Xiao touched Gu Nanting’s hand - to forcibly place her earrings into his hands - his skin had felt cold against her touch, and back then it had been proof of her impression of his icy and unfeeling nature. As months passed, she slowly learnt that behind that unapproachable exterior was a heart and mind that never stopped thinking about how to improve the civil aviation industry and ensure all passengers under his care had the safest and most comfortable flight.

It didn’t matter that his hands tended to be cold now, not when Cheng Xiao was only too happy to warm them with her own.

Old Gods of Appalachia, Cowboy Absher, birthday

[wearing_tearing]

There aren’t many things Cowboy holds close to his little heart, but his first birthday with the Absher family is one of them. He gets one slice of cake all for his own, a new pair of socks without any holes in them, and the most important thing:

Floyd pulling him into a tight hug and saying, “Happy birthday, little brother.”

Olds Gods of Appalachia, Marcie Walker, power in ritual

[wearing_tearing]

Marcie always made sure to kiss each and every woman who made the decision to leave the Walker house on the cheek before they did so. There is power in ritual, Marcie knows, and some of these women will need all the good luck they can get outside the walls of the house.

The shadows whisper and the dark earth calls—and every living creature that makes these mountains a home will have to face them, sooner or later.

Disco Elysium, Harry feat. Harry/Kim

[laughingpineapple]

“I’m crazy Harry, Kim, that’s who I am,” Harry mutters into the pinky finger of his hand, which he is holding up as a pretend receiver – not a real phone call to Kim, that would cost money he doesn’t have and an emotional fortitude he also doesn’t have, but it is soothing to talk to his memory of the man, to the memory of the people they could be back in Martinaise.
They don’t need to say that, at the silk mill, for Harry to have the insults seared in the folds of his brain, although they do also say it, often and with vitriolic gusto, when, say, he’s lost his memory and doesn’t laugh at the mustard along with everyone else, when maybe even when they tell the mustard story to him again he doesn’t find it funny at all.
“So, you know, I might just prove them right, do something for-real crazy, so crazy they’ll never see it coming, and you won’t either (sorry for when they’ll approve your transfer, I love you, I love you, I love you, even without my badge and patches, even if you won’t).”

Sailor Sukeban

[gramarye1971]

There's a larger AU in here that I don't fully have time to write at the moment, but here's the start of it! (Note: Sukeban is the term for a Japanese girl delinquent, most common in the late 1970s and 1980s. Makoto, with her long hair and long skirt, originally was designed by Takeuchi Naoko to have a sukeban-like image!)


Every schoolgirl in Tokyo's Minato Ward knows about the Sailor Sukeban -- a gang of young female delinquents so violent and dangerous that the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has assembled a task force specifically to investigate their crimes. No one knows their names or faces, but there are whispered rumours of bright eyes glittering above surgical masks, of an abusive boyfriend reduced to snivelling tears by a bicycle chain wielded by a bleached blonde, of a hulking beast of a girl who broke the arm of a molester on a packed subway train only to vanish without a trace into the shocked crowd, of a lit cigarette burning holes in a notorious bully's expensive new coat, of crescent moons scrawled by desperate hands in the darkest corners of middle school toilets (help me please help me I can't take it anymore).

In this world, love and justice can be hard to find...but fortunately, there are those who will still punish evil, on their own terms.

Flight to You

[ruanchunxian]

(continuation of this.)

The first flight that Gu Nanting and Cheng Xiao flew together after they got together was to Singapore again.

“Are you going to be okay?” Gu Nanting asked as they paused under the wing of the 787 after completing the walk-around.

Cheng Xiao smiled up at him and nodded. “Of course. I will be with you.”

~*~

It was impossible to not think of what happened the last time Cheng Xiao flew this route, of course, not when they ended up staying at the same hotel. But unlike last time they stayed here, Cheng Xiao’s conscience was cleared now. It did not lessen the hurt that a passenger had died on her plane the last time she flew this route, but at least now, she knew she had done all she could for him, and hoped he was now at peace.

So the next day, Cheng Xiao knocked on Gu Nanting’s door bright and early; she was fairly certain he would already be up. Sure enough, he answered the door fully-dressed.

“Come on,” she said, smiling and taking his hand, “let’s take a walk on the beach.”

Gu Nanting didn’t immediately move, and for a moment, Cheng Xiao froze. She had forgotten. She recalled that Gu Nanting mentioned once that he didn’t like rooms with a seaview, and now looking back, she remembered how he had always avoided any crew gathering that took place on beaches. And who could forget that time he had run into the ocean like a man possessed to drag her out on so flimsy an excuse as swimming being a “dangerous activity before a flight”?

Of course, she hadn’t understood then.

“Sorry, I forgot,” Cheng Xiao said in a guilty voice. Just because he had told her of Luo Yi, just because he had put away her photos in his apartment, just because he had assured Cheng Xiao that he had made his peace with Luo Yi, didn’t mean that the sea didn’t hold depths of terrors and triggers for him still.

“No, let’s go,” Gu Nanting said, grasping her hand more tightly before she could let go.

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly as he led them down the hall.

“Of course. I will be with you.”

[smallhobbit]

Thank you very much!

Interview with the Vampire TV, Louis/Lestat, my blood

[wearing_tearing]

"That was my blood," Louis grumbles, but lets Lestat drop the empty blood bag and pull him into his arms. "You don't even like drinking from those."

"It is in my possession, so it is my blood now," Lestat tells him, lips bloody, and bends down so he can put his mouth to Louis' neck. "All of your blood is my blood, dear Louis. Don't you remember? I made you in my likeness."