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

[nevanna]

The Dragon Prince, Amaya/Janai, first kiss

[schoolsasaint]

Assassin's Creed, Aya/Cleopatra, Aya is far too useful to have killed

[nevanna]

The Dragon Prince, Aaravos and Callum, puppet on a string

[nevanna]

The Dragon Prince, Viren and Soren, your lying eyes

[nevanna]

The Dragon Prince, Runaan/Ethari and Rayla, the challenges of parenting

[ruthchinn]

"Rayla! Get down here right this minute!"
Ethari can hear his partner's voice echoing through the forest, disturbing the moonlight tranquility. He leaps through the trees, starting to notice signs of a child's heedless passage. Rayla, what have you done now, he thinks.
When he arrives at the scene, there's one Moonshadow elf at the base of a copse, and... oh, another, much smaller elf, happily swinging up in light branches that an adult can't trust to hold their weight. Evidently, Rayla is having fun, but Ethari does sympathise with Runaan's concern.
He calls, "How about a race back to Silvergrove?"
The sound of indelicately broken twigs greets him, heading back towards the village. He swings up into the branches, happy to be in 'pursuit' while Runaan has already gone ahead to keep an eye out for their young one.

[nevanna]

The Dragon Prince, Viren/Harrow, morning visits

[nevanna]

The Dragon Prince, Soren/Corvus, training

[reeby10]

Star Wars, Hux/Kylo, these bruises aren't violence they're love notes on skin

[marquisguyun]

Any, any necromancer, "a necromancer is just a really late healer" (tumblr post by thyrell)

[topaz_eyes]

Any, any, I’m not here looking for absolution
(Bedroom Hymns, Florence + The Machine)

Harry Potter, Draco&Hermione, post-book 7

[sheenianni]

No matter what he said, he never really bought into the whole "equality" concept, not even after the war; they might have lost, but that didn't change that purebloods were superior and magic was all that mattered.

Then Draco's daughter is born a squib, and he doesn't think he could love her but he does, he does and she's his whole world; a beautiful, cheerful, perfect child without an ounce of magic in her.

When the potions make her sick, it's muggle medicine that cures her pneumonia; a week after she's released from the muggle hospital, Draco makes his way to Hermione Granger's office at the Ministry; "our world has to change," he says and this time he's willing to do the work and help.

[topaz_eyes]

Any, any, memories seep from my veins
(Angel, Sarah McLachlan)

[ravenlilyrose]

Memories seep from their veins, from their skin, from their eyes, memories that are not theirs and it hurts, but the twins still persevere because this is their duty, their honor, and no one else can do it, so they bleed the memories of millennia. But Luke stands as the embodiment of his slave ancestors (his father, his father's mother, her mother, and hers, and hers, and back longer than anyone remembers) and the last remnant of the vast and ancient Order of the Jedi. And Leia becomes the embodiment of the blue lakes and snowcapped mountains and regal cities of the planet she was not born to but became hers.

[topaz_eyes]

Any, any, the shape of the boundary you leave behind
(Harbor, Vienna Teng)

original project (here where the daylight begins)

[be_themoon]

They're both outsiders in what is possibly the most opposite of ways - her center world accent marking her as soft and favored as soon as she opens her mouth despite every fight she had to get her scholarships and her commissions, his outer world accent marking him as a pity diplomacy addition despite how hard he'd had to fight his own people simply to be allowed to leave his own planet.

The first time they link into their ships together, the neural program trickling just enough awareness to speed up reactions, she realizes for the first time just how much more it could be.

"Pleasure working with you," she tells him afterwards in her flawless Central as she extends a hand, and it's the first time she's seen him smile, just a small curious tilt of his mouth as he reaches his own hand back, his own Central accented and not quite right, "Also with you," and she can tell for a moment he expects her to correct him, is almost bracing for it, and instead she smiles back and knows for the first time since she landed here that this is someone she can work with.

[topaz_eyes]

Any, any, here’s to us, one more toast, and then we’ll pay the bill
(When All Is Said And Done, ABBA)

Harry Potter, Hermione/Harry/Draco, abuse of commas and parenthesis

[(Anonymous)]

They were beyond drunk, but Hermione didn't care that there were multiple camera flashes as they crowded each other against the bar, against the booth, against any available surface (there's something terrible about how much she loves kissing the former Death Eater in public; Golden Girl Gone! more than one headline has shrieked; it's compounded when she dirties their hero along with herself, of course).

Draco's mouth and Harry's fingers skate across her skin, and she drags them both through the floo and into her flat and into her bed (there will be drunken, terrible, horrific, sex that will eventually segue into slightly hungover snuggling with a detour into better sex that they're all capable of when not drunk).

Morning will come with hangovers and making Harry cook them breakfast and exasperated Weasleys ("Can't you try not putting on a show in public, once?"), a politely worded note from Draco's mother, and Harry will blame her for it all, while Draco will preen about plowing the Malfoy name further into the muck.

[topaz_eyes]

Any, any, me and all these other dice bouncing around in the cup
(Tokyo, Bruce Cockburn)

Mass Effect - 1/1000000 is better than impossible

[word_devourer]

Shepard is well aware that every battle is a matter of chance, and presumably that goes double in a war, but if the Reapers don't play fair, then neither will they.

End the genophage, broker peace between mortal enemies, resurrect lost terrors; the fight is impossible so they will do the impossible to win it.

And in the end, it will be Shepard's own blood that changes the face on the die.

[dawen]

any, any, showing off in the public bath/onsen/nudist beach

Naruto Founders, Hashirama & Tobirama

[dawen]

a sequel to my "you have a TATTOO?" fill here

Anija still would not shut up about Tobirama's tattoos, so he finally gave in and made a trip to the public onsen instead of bathing at home, which was easier when one was injured and also did not require small talk - the onsen, however, let everyone see him naked.

"HERE, ANIJA," Tobirama called - perhaps rudely loud, but he didn't think many would care - already there were too many eyes on the tattooed seals he had, so far, kept secret - "YOU WANTED TO SEE THEM, YOU GET TO SEE THEM."

Including the hardest tattoo he'd ever made, the one painstakingly inked on his dick.

[alienacat]

Any, any, psychic wolves

Transformers (G1), Prowl/Jazz/Optimus, Bluestreak/Sideswipe/Sunstreaker

[raisedbymoogles]

Bluestreak couldn't stop watching Prowl and Jazz together. Urban legend painted them as the perfect team, so in sync they were practically one entity: noble turbowolves with a fierceness and intelligence far beyond that of mere mechs, the power behind the Prime's throne. Bluestreak knew better, of course - how many times had he seen the two of them arguing in their own fashion, having a tug-of-war with a dataslate Jazz thought Prowl was spending too much time with or Prowl sitting on Jazz with his full weight as a last-ditch effort to get him to hold still, dammit? But those moments were the exception; for the most part they were every bit as impressive as legend painted them, untouchable in battle and exceptional members of the Autobot forces, and as close to Optimus Prime as his own spark.

Bluestreak's companion turbowolves were also as close to him as his own spark, but watching Sideswipe (his mind bursting with colorful mischief) needle Sunstreaker (steel and ice and unamused) until the other twin snapped for his tail and the two of them initiated a thundering chase down the mountain yet again, he was pretty sure that was where the similarities ended.

[alienacat]

Six the Musical, Anna of Cleves/Katherine Howard, the former queen (Cleves) kneeling before her lady-in-waiting

[alienacat]

Carmilla the series/First Kill, any, vampires don't work like that!

Fill (set after 1x02 i think)

[swirlsngirls]

“What’s wrong with her?” the stranger dressed in all black asks, and her companion shushes her halfway through. She seems to have realized all of their voices on the rooftop here echo.

Juliette bends down to check on Cal, who attempts and fails to scramble away from her.

“She’s paralyzed because of my blood,” Juliette explains.

The stranger in all black—- Carmilla, the other one called her—-, says, indignantly, “That’s not how vampires work.”

Juliette has never had someone who doesn’t share her blood try to explain her own kind to her, and not quite sure how to react, she just shrugs and offers up, “Well, I’m a Legacy vampire?”

“Yeah, and I’m a giant black cat, cupcake.” Carmilla scoffs.

“Hey! I thought I was the only one you called cupcake!” The other girl says, and Carmilla turns to her.

“Yeah well, can you blame me, Laura? You and her practically look the same,” Carmilla jokes, and Juliette is struck too with their similarity when she meets Laura’s gaze, and she has the strange feeling it goes deeper than appearance. Then Laura laughs, and Carmilla laughs, and Juliette catches a flash of too-sharp teeth in Carmilla’s mouth and understands.

[(Anonymous)]

Shaman King, Sati Saigan, a house like a lotus

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, stop forcing romantic advances on a woman when she's says you'll only ever be friends, it's disgusting

The Silt Verses, Carpenter, "I said no, and so..."

[dragonofeternal]

[content warning for: murder, human sacrifice, violent imagery, and drowning]

She supposed it was better her than some guileless ingenue. These men. She’d never had use for anyone like that- man, woman, or what have you- but it was the men who always seem to take “no” the worst. Like she was challenging them to a game, rather than telling them to get the hell out of her face before she put her boot through their teeth.

“For the last time,” she growled, “I told you no. I’m not interested in coffee, or dinner, or a trip down to Nesh to see the latest wonders of the Saint Electric.”

“Well, we could go as friends,” the man said, his voice smooth and reasonable, trying to make her seem like she’s the one getting her hackles raised for nothing. “See what comes of it after that. I just want to get to know you better, Mallory. You’re so lively, so smart, even if you never know how to let people in… I could help you.”

Help her. Like she was a silly little girl or a wounded animal, framing his insistence as altruism instead of a fucking annoyance. Fine. He wanted to get to know her better? She would oblige.

“…Fine.” She twirled her hair around a finger, played at being the nervous young woman who didn’t know how to love that she’d been cast as in his mind. “I like birdwatching. We could go down to the river, see what egrets and kingfishers are there. This time of year there’s a lot of migratory birds that stop over in the Peninsula, too.”

Carpenter watched him turn the idea over in his brain, first with disappointment at the dull proposition of birdwatching, and then with excitement at the possibilities for wet shirts and skinny dipping at the proposition of a river. She could practically hear the gears grinding. The man grinned. “Let’s go!”

The ride was about half an hour in his car, shining and new. His hand rested on her thigh for most of that drive, and he made small talk about how beautiful it was out here. The sun dappled the road, filtering through the early autumn leaves. This man was not one of her people. This man was a city boy, high on the idea of his fancy car and having cowed a girl into enduring his company. He grumbled when they got out and he saw all the mud splattered on the sides of his car. So much for him appreciating the beauty of the outdoors.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Carpenter said, grabbing her bag as she left the car. “Let’s head down to the water, have some fun.”

Their shoes squelched in the thick, sucking mud at their feet. The man did an admirable job of not whining about it; he must have really wanted to see her out of her clothes, splashing in the water and giggling like a school girl. Carpenter wondered where these men built their fantasies about her, wanting her to be soft and sweet and malleable, when she was about as welcoming and kind as a fist with a sour look to match. Why be so insistent about winning a girl when it seemed any one could do to fit the fantasy?

“Look at that one,” the man said, too loudly, and startled the bright blue kingfisher he’d been pointing at.

“Yeah,” she said, "it's a pretty bird." The brick in her bag made a satisfying crunch when it collided with his skull, and he crumpled to the ground in an agonized, lowing heap. "Shame I left my bird watching guide at home. Can't really tell you much about the feathery bastards myself."

Carpenter would have thought that breaking thirty would have meant her days as a lure were over, but some men just don't know how to stay friends with a woman. He'd seemed like a useful contact to keep in the city, someone to act as an alibi, but, oh well! She knelt down over the man she had brought to the river's edge, grabbing his face to hold it steady. In a single, fluid motion she flicked her pocket knife out of her jacket and began to carve the prayer marks into his forehead to prepare him for sacrifice.

"What are you... Ma-Mallory-" he could barely string together words through the pain. "No, please, I don't-"

"What was that?" Carpenter said, performatively loud. "I didn't quite hear you."

"No," he sobbed. He sobbed even louder when her knife slipped and nicked the bottom of his ear in two. "No, please, stop-"

"No?" Carpenter repeated back. "But we've come all the way out here! I thought you said you wanted to get to know me better, have me really let you in. I'm so smart, and pretty, and what were those other things you said?"

"I'm- I'm-"

Carpenter shook her head, flicking her knife closed and pocketing it again. "You're so insistent, and stupid, and you just trust any little person to tell you where to drive your shiny new car. We can just do this little sacrifice thing as friends, if that makes you feel better. Doesn't really matter to my god what my relation to you is."

Now the sackcloth over his head, rough and coarse. This was one of the open hiding places of worship for her people. Regular people didn't wander out here much, and even if they did, they probably didn't think much of some burlap littered on the floor, or of abandoned stakes meant to hold cages for catching crawdads or crabs. The man was sobbing "no, no, no" still, but she would no more listen to his protestations than he had hers. She dragged him by the collar of his shirt to one of the stakes, first tying his hands with rope, so tight she could already see his fingers turning blue, then fetching the sacrificial fishhooks from her bag, pushing them through the skin of his throat. He thrashed, and the first hook ripped clean of his skin. Carpenter frowned.

"You can either stay still and let me put them through the surface," she growled, "or I can put some force into it and actual skewer you through your windpipe."

And still just his damnable sobbing and screaming. It was giving her a headache. Perhaps she should have put some of the hooks through his damn lips, though she doubted it would have done much to shut him up. And so, Carpenter did as her Nana Glass had done when she was a child, singing to her sacrifice of the Trawler Man's garden beneath the waves, of his two faces that would always watch, of his two mouths that would take and give. The cold water lapped at her thighs, soaking her pants through. The silt kicked up around her sacrifice's panicked feet as he desperately tried to escape the fate he'd paved for himself. She pushed his head gently beneath the water.

"We're close enough to the ocean here," she drawled, "that the tide will rise soon enough to take you to the garden." She let up on his head, and the sackcloth broke the water.

"Mallo-" he blubbered, still choking on water, still dizzy with pain. "No- please, Mallory-"

But Carpenter had already turned, trudging through the water and back to the man's shiny new car, which she supposed could be her shiny new car for now. She paused when she got to the door, looking back just once.

"You know," she called, "you really shouldn't go bothering girls who say no."

[(Anonymous)]

Stardew Valley, any, learning beauty again

[sincereously]

Zuzu City seeped into Leah like the exhaust fumes that clung to her clothes, like Kel's long-suffering sighs burrowing into Leah's heart whenever Leah procrastinated on a work project to chase the ever-fainter spark of art inside her.

If she stayed there any longer the fumes and the sighs would suffocate her, and so Leah escaped to a world of quiet snows and soft breezes laden with butterflies. The soft rains of Stardew Valley have finally washed the city out of her soul, and when she studies the woods around her, all she can see is the beauty of possibilities.

[reeby10]

Dinotopia, any, a brave new world

[(Anonymous)]

any, any, seven days and I'll feel alright, seven days, just hold me tight

[archersangel]

The Golden Girls, Dorothy, Hold your tongue.

Fill: The Golden Girls, Dorothy, Hold your tongue.

[senmut]

(author's note: I went for a social issue that would have been relevant close to when the series aired, but does actually post-date the series. Let's just pretend, okay? Also, as mentioned, this one is a social issue fic. I know that's a squick for several people, but GG was a social issue sitcom!)

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"I just think it's very admirable of him to put something into place, Dorothy," Blanche said with satisfaction, "as you told me I needed to be more supportive of gays in visible ways!"

"Just hold that thought for one long moment, Blanche, and let your mouth shut up," Dorothy snapped, "because if you honestly think your brother will be happy knowing these brave men and women have to hide who they are to do their duty, I am ashamed of you!

"This legislation is going to lead to more abuse and suicides among the gay people brave enough to serve than you obviously have any thought for!"

[(Anonymous)]

Fairy Tail, Lucy, Loke, Virgo, "Follow my lead"