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

[be_themoon]

star wars, cassian andor, surviving is the only war we can afford

[evanui]

"Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real," asks the Buyer in his dry-cleaned coat, with his Empire-approved pale glare, "than carve off useless pieces till there's nothing left?"

Cassian glares back, more aware than ever of his own patchwork jacket and olive complexion, because there's nothing useless about Starpath units and treasonous thoughts and minutes he's still breathing. I'm real, he thinks; I'll be left.

[be_themoon]

leverage, elliot/parker/hardison, sine qua non

[be_themoon]

battlestar galactiac (2003), kara/lee, this is not an ending and time has not been unkind

[be_themoon]

narnia, any, here between the country that will not remember our love and the sea

A Telmarine at the end of Prince Caspian

[violsva]

It’s not that she doesn’t love Narnia—just that she loves the cultivated fields, the fresh air, the sun through clouds, the gentle whisper of wind in the trees, the feeling one can have of being entirely alone and surrounded by silence.

Will she ever have that again? Or will she be surrounded by others at every moment, whether she knows it or not—would an island in another world, a silent world, a world that is not looking at her, judging her, every moment, be so much worse?

[be_themoon]

mandalorian, din/bo-katan, back to the wall knuckles bloody

Playing it Cool

[vialethe]

“Someday I won’t be so easy on you,” she tosses off, a threat said with a grin, too many teeth showing to really be friendly, but he just stares back at her with that flat gaze, like a man who’s forgotten he has features to use, eyes to crinkle in laughter or a wide mouth made for more than hiding under a helmet.

So she’s surprised when he’s almost tender; when he reaches up to take her hand, flattened on the bulkhead beside his head where she’s shoved him up against the metal; when he strokes one finger down her knuckles, swollen, red with scrapes, tinged with her own blood, his sweat burning against her raw skin.

“This is going easy?” he says, and it distracts her just enough - that tiny lift at the corner of his mouth, something almost like a smile - to let him break free, pulling her off her feet, back in the fight once more.

[kingstoken]

Any, Any, "I made you look"

Naruto, Hashirama/Izuna, "I made you look"

[livewareissue]

Izuna grins as he dices mushrooms - the blade barely misses his own fingers, moving too fast for anyone with sense to even think about stealing any, but the man who's embracing him doesn't have any sense.

"Smells good," Hashirama's voice is a low rumble, heard as much as felt, and a brown hand snatches a freshly cut sliver away. "Tastes good too."

"Leave my food alone, you thief," the words are sharp, as sharp as the glance he directs at his lover, but Izuna doesn't make a move to escape.

He's right where he wants to be.

"Ah, but how else can I get your attention?" Hashirama pouts theatrically, but Izuna can see the mischief in those beloved eyes. "I've got to make you look at me somehow!"

"There are easier ways," Izuna tilts his chin up, and a warm kiss is pressed to his lips.

Yeah, it's good to be the cook.

[schoolsasaint]

Goncharov (1973), any, the clock skips

[ravenlilyrose]

Katya remembers the way they used to be, she and her husband. Back when the ticking of the clock was not ever-present and they could just be young and happy. Now, it is only in the very rare moments when the clock skips that she remembers how she used to love him and can see the same in his eyes.

[schoolsasaint]

Goncharov (1973), Katya/Sofia, time to dine

[be_themoon]

star wars, cassian/jyn, you are going to die so young

[kaminagi]

"Half the rebellion thinks we died and they're going overboard with hero tributes," Jyn grumbles (though he's certain she's more annoyed being stuck in the medical ward with him), "Chirrut is holding prayer sessions for the mourners."

"How irresponsible," Cassian remarks placidly, though he thinks Jyn does deserve all those accolades, even if the attention is alarming.

"I have no intention of dying young these days, tragically or not," she mutters, and he quietly agrees, they still have a lot of living to do.

[schoolsasaint]

Goncharov (1973), Katya/Sofia, food markets

[schoolsasaint]

Goncharov (1973), Andrey, Ukrainian

[schoolsasaint]

Goncharov (1973), Andrey, different systems of spelling

[schoolsasaint]

Goncharov (1973), Goncharov, what's in a name?

[ravenlilyrose]

What is in a name? Goncharov (for that is all he is now) knows that a name is an identity, a facet of a being. He does not know whether he misses his name, though he does miss the people who loved him (when he allows himself to think of them) and he wonders if he will ever be loved or known again, if he will ever have another name again.

[schoolsasaint]

Untitled Goose Game, any, 'twas brillig

Fill, Untitled Goose Game, Boy With Glasses, Gardener

[(Anonymous)]

Twas goosy, and the weeby footies, did slather and honk down the village's main:

All frared was the glass-boy, all grumpling the grass-man.

“Beware the Goose, my boy
The wings that flap, the beak that honks!
Beware the honking bird, and shun
The Horrible Goose!”

[(Anonymous)]

The Lost World, Marguerite Krux/John Roxton, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot

[ultra_fic]

Timeless, Lucy/Flynn, waiting for you

[ultra_fic]

MCU, Bucky/Nat, hold on tight

[celeste9]

They run across the rooftop, Natasha half a step ahead, the brisk air biting at Bucky’s cheeks, the sound of their pursuers not dim enough for his liking. Natasha is already aiming the grappling hook gun, firing carefully at a beam overhead before she looks at him at the edge, her smile in her eyes if not precisely on her lips.

Bucky curses in his head and wraps his arm around Natasha, his momentum helping carry them over the side as the line pulls taut; as they swing across to the next roof, Nat firm against him, her hair in his face, Bucky absolutely one hundred percent does not enjoy it.

[ultra_fic]

Star Wars, Rey/Ben, smile

[last_haven]

When they enter an outpost, it's back under the hood and scarves he goes; he is, after all, still a wanted criminal, even if he does walk with one of the heroes of the galaxy by his side. Still, it's not as bad as all that--they are both alive and neither has to walk their paths alone which is something not many can really claim after all the violence that came before.

All the same, sometimes Rey likes to live a little dangerously by buying a snack from a street vendor and reaching up to pull down one of the scarves hiding Ben's face to offer him a bite, but the truth is she's only doing it to see him give that amused smirk each time.

[ultra_fic]

Labyrinth, Jareth/adult!Sarah, one more dance

[last_haven]

She looks at the offered hand and raises an eyebrow when he says "It's only a dance, Sarah," but she takes it anyway and lets him sweep her across the dance floor. Damn him, he's just as light on his feet as she remembered and, oh, no one's waltzed with her like this probably since him.

Just a dance her foot--this was a seduction and damn if it wasn't working.

[ultra_fic]

The Librarians, Cassandra/Jacob, last chance

[ultra_fic]

any, any, 'and all that's best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes'

Dream and Nightmare (Labyrinth; Jareth/Sarah)

[kalira]

The wisher bows before the Queen, shaking and wide-eyed, but her fingers stretch for the lost child despite her fear and the exhaustion of her successful run, and the Queen tilts her head, a hidden smile and wickedly sparkling eyes, and tears a door to the Aboveground, sending them both home with a touch of magic about them.

"What are you thinking, mischief of mine?" Sarah asks, turning and tossing her legs up over the arm of the throne in a spill of frothy skirts, tilting her head the other way, her eyes holding all the warmth of the sun over the mortal world and all the ice of the starlight that walls the faerie realm as she smiles expectantly.

"Only how lovely you are, my Queen," Jareth says, and delights in her laugh as he does in her challenges and her narrow-eyed stubbornness; he presses a kiss to her palm, "the best sort of dream - or the loveliest nightmare." he teases, and laughs as she straightens, her boots hitting the floor with a sharp snap.

[ultra_fic]

any, any, 'if you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run...'

Discworld, Rincewind & Death - shit shit shit shit

[word_devourer]

YOURS IS THE DISC AND EVERYTHING THAT'S ON IT/AND WHICH IS MORE - YOU'LL BE A MAN, MY SON, finishes Death, contriving to be both steady and motionless, while also keeping up with Rincewind at a dead sprint.

"Shove off," Rincewind doesn't say, because he needs to breathe, and then, additionally fails to say, "and frankly, the reward for running is more running, and that's quite enough for me, thank you."

Death leafs through the pages of the book, probably looking for more poetry that seems relevant to the situation, then, AH, as the two of them realize that the ground ahead looks distinctly more sky-ish than expected, as might be the case if there were an unexpected cliff.

[ultra_fic]

any, any, 'how you turn my world, you precious thing'

[ravenlilyrose]

Obi-Wan looks down at the tiny baby in his arms, his eyes bright blue as he stares up at the world that must seem so new to him. If it were not for this precious infant, he thinks the world might have stopped turning. He doesn't want to give Luke up, not when the boy has in such a short time become his tether to reality, but Obi-Wan Kenobi ruins everything he touches, and even more than he wants to keep him, he does not want to ruin this boy.

[ultra_fic]

any, any, wishing on a star

The Goblin Emperor, Maia runs away

[ruthchinn]

Maia takes one breath. Two, three, four. Again. Breathe in, breathe out.

Look up at the stars, turn back to the road, to keep an even footing. 'Cstheio Caireizhasan, hear me.Cstheio Caireizhasan, see me. Cstheio Caireizhasan, know me.' Another breath.

More silent prayer, again and again, heart-rate and breaths calming as he does so.

'Cstheio Caireizhasan, hear my prayer.'

He makes a wish on a star, the one that lights his way out of the swamp-roads and into the Ethuveraz. 'Cstheio Caireizhasan, grant me freedom.'

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Star Trek Voyager, Seven of Nine, lucky number

Seven and Naomi, Science and Luck

[silveradept]

"This is a science vessel, Naomi Wildman," Seven said bluntly, "and concepts such as 'lucky numbers' have long since been disproven as the random noise of the universe."

"If there's no luck, then, how do I explain the good feelings I have that you're here and helping me?" Naomi said, confusion clearly written all over her face.

Seven stifled a sound of annoyance and once again tried to see Naomi's insatiable curiosity as the workings of a maturing and healthy human mind.