threesentenceficathon | 2023 Three Sentence Ficathon

Welcome to the 2023 Three Sentence Ficathon!
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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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any, your favorite rarepair, catharsis

Renly lies cold in the ground and his blood stains Loras’ hands as much as those of the sworn brothers whose lives he took; Loras, too, failed Renly, left him alone with his murderer, left him to die. Loras carries the weight of that with him to Bitterbridge, carries his rage and guilt and sorrow, carries them to his sister, to Renly’s widow, who holds him and cries and pretends her pain is for Renly but Loras knows the truth behind her tears.

It is only with Margaery breathing beside him, the scent of her hair and her skin filling the air, the warmth of her body against his, that Loras begins to feel as though the world might still go on.

"I- I never thought anyone would want me!" Kin sobs in his arms, and Keisuke feels a little helpless, but- What else can he do?

"I. . . I will always want you," Keisuke said quietly, holding Kin a little tighter, and relaxes just a bit as Kin's tears are joined by giggles, his wet face tucked against Keisuke's throat, "my pretty, sweet Kin-chan." He runs his fingers through Kin's long hair, falling in silken waves around them. "How could I not?"

"We were foolish," Friedrich says one evening, staring into the warm fire at the local guesthouse they've settled in, still playing the parts of travelling noblemen. Peter just looks at him covertly for a moment, contemplating the memory of years of quiet hurt, unwittingly conjured up by Friedrich's words; times when his feelings of loyalty and affection had felt like a burden instead of a choice. Friedrich isn't wrong: they were, undoubtedly, foolish back then, and Katte, just as foolish, payed for it with his head - but it weren't their hands who signed the death warrant and Peter is done pretending otherwise.

In retrospect, Peter knows that out of the three of them, he himself had gotten the best outcome, despite the terrifying uncertainty and guilt of the first months and the ten years of exile and loneliness that followed. He'd at least found his own kind of freedom in the end, learning and travelling, until his new King had called him home. Maybe that's why he can look back at the past much more easily than Friedrich, be more forgiving of his young self, so in love and ready to do anything his Prince needed: unlike Friedrich, he didn't have to stay in invisible chains for ten years, didn't have to watch Katte die and bend to a father determined to break him.

"We were young and desperate," he says, straightforward as he still can't help but be sometimes, "but we are free now, Sire." It's a gamble he didn't think himself capable of anymore, a foolish one maybe, but when Friedrich's head snaps up and he looks surprised instead of angry, Peter holds his gaze and ignores the trembling of his own hands and the quick beat of his heart. "We are, aren't we," Friedrich says, still sounding surprised, and then he laughs, quietly at first and then louder, reaching out to squeeze Peter's hand, eyes bright.

(second of a series, follows on from this one

Nie Mingjue was nothing if not steadfast. Especially if it meant that he could also aggravate the smarmy, sanctimonious, self-serving leader of the Jin sect.

"Are you serious? You are protecting... Wens?" Jin Guangshan tried for patronising disbelief but only managed some sort of unpleasant, constipated emotion that Nie Mingjue couldn't be bothered deciphering. Wen Qing who was standing by his side in Nie green and grey - which suited her, he thought - could do the deciphering for them all.

He was feeling too good, too relaxed, too calm. All the ugly, almost mindless fury and easy bloodlust that he had lived with for years, if not quite gone, was weakened and definitely fading from his mind, his nerves and his blood. The treatment she had persuaded (no, not bullied, despite a delighted Huaisang's fondness for the term) him into was working.

That didn't mean, however, that he wasn't a Nie, with a Nie's stubborn pride. Sure, his brother called it contrariness and, in their not infrequent shouting matches, so did Wen Qing, but even this it was different now. It felt... clean. Light. Free of blind rage and blinder hatred.

It felt good.

Not Mingjue still didn't wholly trust her and her people, but he probably - probably - didn't hate them any more. He could put up with them. He couldn't put up with creatures like this man, though; he just didn't want to kill them on sight. At least, not much.

He put a light hand on Wen Qing's shoulder, as they had agreed he would and could if needed, and stared the Jin into retreat.

"I am,"he rumbled, not bothering to add that they were protecting him and his brother, and his own Sect. That was no one's business but their own. "And I will continue to no matter what. Deal with it."

Next to him, Wen Qing smiled.

2023 Three Sentence Ficathon - Post #1

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ASOIAF, Loras/Margaery (with Renly/Loras)

Wanted (Kingyou-hime; Keisuke/Kingyou-kun)

Historical RPF (Friedrich II of Prussia/Peter Keith)

The Untamed, Nie Mingjue and Wen Qing