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2023 Three Sentence Ficathon - Post #1

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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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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(Anonymous) 2023-01-14 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Any, any, ruby rings and black pearls
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House of the Dragon, Daemon/Rhaenyra, Treasures of my heart

[personal profile] caramelsilver 2023-01-14 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
In the soft light of their now shared bedroom, her uncle took her hand and said, "I have something for you." Rhaenyra looked at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He had always been the one to give her the most wonderful gifts, whenever he came back, he always had something for her. As she grew she always thought that it was his fault that she loved everything shiny, and had a tendency to think gifts meant love.

"What is it, husband?" she asked, and loved how his eyes gleamed at the honorific. He didn't answer, instead took her hand, and started walking.

(If they could get through the rest of their lives, without him ever have to hear her call him Daemon, that would be all he could ask for. He never wanted her to have a reason to do that, he thought as he led his beautiful wife over to the travelling chest).

She followed him, breathing shallowly, not wanting him to notice how excited she was. When had he found the time to get her a gift? They had after all spent every waking moment together since Driftmark. He stopped in front of a large travelling chest, and gestured for her to open it.

Rhaenyra kneeled down and opened it slowly. Inside was hundreds of different things. Black pearl necklace, ruby rings, emerald earrings. It was full of gifts, and she looked back at her husband with wonder, "My love, what is this?"

He grinned, before squatting down beside her, carressing her face. "It's all the gifts I couldn't give you for the last ten years."

(If anyone had asked Baela and Rhaena about the chest, they would tell them that it was their father's secret treasure. They had watched him all their lives putting things in there that they never saw again. In the beginning they thought it was gifts for their mother, put aside for a later time, but they never, ever saw them again.)

Rhaenyra looked at Daemon, for once speechless. Her head was spinning. It wasn't the gifts in themselves, (even though she loved them!), but the implication that Daemon had been thinking of her all these years they've been apart. He hadn't locked her away in a faraway part of his heart, like she had done to him. He had collected things that reminded him of her, and here they were. A tiny fortune of thoughts, a tiny heap of his love for her.


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Re: House of the Dragon, Daemon/Rhaenyra, Treasures of my heart

[personal profile] vialethe 2023-01-15 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Awww, I love the thought of him still thinking of her for all those years - and remembering how much she loved gifts, of course!
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Remains (Naruto; Madara/Tobirama)

[personal profile] kalira 2023-01-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"What. . . What is that?" Tobirama asked warily, drawing his fingers back before the eerily-thrumming jewellery could touch him.

Madara's lips curled into a smirk that held no pleasure. "We are spirits, not mortals," he said, brushing a fingertip over one of the three black pearls set in the ruby cabochon, the tomoe in his own ruby eyes whirling, "when we die, when we are killed, we disappear . . . and all that remains. . ."

Tobirama's blood ran cold, his eyes widening as they dropped back to the sickening trinket lying between him and the spirit bound to his heart.