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NEW POST FOR PROMPTS AND RESPONSES - Three Sentence Ficathon Part 2

THE THREE SENTENCE FICATHON FOR 2020 IS OFFICIALLY OVER!

PLEASE DON'T POST ANY NEW PROMPTS!
SAVE NEW PROMPTS FOR NEXT YEAR!
DON'T POST NEW PROMPTS AS THEY ARE UNLIKELY TO GET ANY LOVE.
DO CHECK OUT EXISTING PROMPTS AND KEEP FILLING THEM AND COMMENTING ON THEM! (Seriously, I still get notifications of 3SF fills from the exchange last year! I'll get them all year and that's great. But posting a new prompt isn't likely to get any attention and, at some point, we all move on in our lives (until next year!).

A huge thanks to conuly for posting and updating all unfilled prompts in a separate post. Link below.

Thank you everyone and we'll see you next year!

THIS IS THE NEW POST FOR PART 2 OF THE 3 SENTENCE FICATHON -- ALL NEW PROMPTS SHOULD BE POSTED HERE

Welcome to the Three Sentence Ficathon!

At over 4600 comments and responses to Entry 1, it's time to move to Entry 2. Please post all new prompts and responses here. You can still respond to and comment on old prompts here.

To that end, the incomparable [Unknown site tag]conuly has collected all unfilled prompts, organized them by fandom, and linked them back so you can search that list for anything that you missed and fill it!!! a huge thanks for doing this [Unknown site tag]conuly!!

Please post all your new and unfilled prompts here.

What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like, as many times as you want.

What do I do first?
You can start 3SF by posting prompts! When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character(s), prompt word/sentence.

Only one prompt per comment please. So, for example,

Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I don't like sand."

Open ended and anthropomorphic fills are popular too, such as:

Any, Any, "I don't like sand."

or

Earth geography, sand, "I don't like humans very much, either."

What else?
You answer other posters' prompts in three sentences (or more if you can't stop yourself) and fill as many prompts as you want, as many times as you wish. If you see that a prompt you loved has already been filled, go ahead and fill it again! Multiple fills of the same prompt are allowed and even encouraged! (We get really fun stories going this way).

Can I still post if I need more than 3 sentences? Or should I just abuse grammar in ways the English language never contemplated?
Yes. Yes.

But I'm not a member of Dreamwidth
No problem. You can comment anonymously or through open ID

Can anyone play?
Yes! Please signal boost this to your flist, followers, and any other places you frequent. Come one, come all!
The more people who come and play, the better!

Can I spread the word?
Yes, please. I generally fail at creating banners and embed codes but if you create one and make it really idiot-proof, I might manage it. Or we can just cross-post. If you create one, I'll try to post it and everyone can use it.

How long will it go?
Until February 29, 2020. But the entry stays open permanently.

Are there any rules about cross-posting?
Nope, you can post wherever you want, whenever you want. A lot of folks collected their responses together and posted them on AO3 under the 3 sentence fiction tag. 3SFs are a terrific prompt for remixes and could be helpful for Yuletide bears, too.

What about spoilers, content and archive warnings, triggers, pairings, ratings, tags, and squick?

I thought a lot about this. It wasn't an issue the last 3 times I ran this. In my experience, this typically gets too big, moves too fast, and the stories are too short for content warnings and ratings to even apply. It is too big for me to moderate in this way. You should assume spoilers are fair game and that the initial poster and the responder have opted to use no content warnings or tags. This means AO3 content warnings for dubcon, violence, canon character death, underage, etc. COULD be present. I've found personally that I can skim and scroll by stuff that, from the prompt, I can tell isn't my favorite flavor of delicious cake. Use your best judgment and be prepared to skip over things that aren't your thing. In this format, the obligation is on you, the reader, to protect yourself from triggering content.

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Any, any, 'anyway, long story short, we're engaged now.'

Taking Graham’s hand, Jack looked into his eyes and explained, “Anyway, long story short, we’re engaged now.”

Eyes as big as saucers, Graham spluttered, “You-you’re taking the mickey!”

“Or am I?” Jack said before getting down on one knee, chuckling at Graham’s look of absolute panic, and then tying his own bootlace.

Oh my god I love this so much, I can't stop laughing

(This is based on the alternate opening to Mulan 2, which I LOVE and believe deserves all the fic.It can be watched at YT here!

Nearly an hour has passed, and Mulan is still explaining enthusiastically about bandits and battles—Ling would expect this sort of unsentimental drivel from thank-the-Ancestors-no-longer-their-Captain Shang when asked to explain the circumstances behind their unexpected betrothal, but not his friend. Beside him, Yao fidgets, and Chien Po, too soft-hearted to relish detailed renditions of violence, snores faintly.

It’s His Imperial Majesty who finally harrumphs in impatience and wonders how much more prevarication they must endure; Mulan flushes, fumbles, and stammers in that awkward artificial voice they haven’t heard in years, “I—uh—and then we got engaged and survived against all odds the end.”

Awww. against all odds... the end. Terrific. and lovely to see you back!

It’s so good to be back! Thank you! ♥

Yu Yanran stares at the latest letter that just arrived earlier that day from Bianjing, where Minglan goes on at length about her grandmother's health, how Hualan Jiejie’s son is starting to walk, how happy Rulan is with her recent engagement and often threatens to sell to the worst dealer to be found in the capital any servant who dares gossip about the fact that Wen Yanjing was originally intended to marry Molan or how Rulan is settling below her station – “she’s not serious, of course, but old habits of a dichu daughter dies hard” – and then, after all of that, to add, almost as an afterthought: “The Second Master of the Gu family has proposed marriage and once Wu Jiejie is married, I am also to marry, an occasion which I wholeheartedly hope Yanran Jiejie and Jiefu will come to Bianjing to celebrate.”

The idea that Minglan would ever agree to marry Gu Tingye, after she went to such length to confront his outside mistress and rescue Yanran herself from the unwanted proposal from that scoundrel, is ludicrous – almost as ludicrous as the idea that Old Madam Sheng would ever agree to give her most beloved granddaughter, who grew up at her knees, away in marriage to such a man, or that Big Madam Zhang would not sooner turn Sheng House into a war zone, face be damned, than accept Minglan marrying higher than Rulan and Changbai combined, higher than even Hualan.

Her heart and mind in turmoil, Yanran hurries to her desk, pulls out a fresh piece of paper and writes a line born of desperate concern for her dearest friend, even though this alternate makes no sense either: “Xiao Liu, are you sure you have not accidentally omitted a stroke in your last letter, and that perhaps you mean to say that you are to marry the Third Master of the Gu family…?”

Edited 2020-02-13 19:46 (UTC)

"Keith's joking." Shiro had to shout to be heard over Lance, Allura, and Coran. Hunk and Pidge were only a fraction quieter. "He's joking. We're not actually engaged."

He met Keith's eyes and winked. "We're married."

The renewed yelling was one hundred percent worth it.

FANTASTIC I love it. XD

Ahaha thank you :-D

Mito frowned, but nodded, interjecting the occasional question as Tobirama reviewed the battle he and Madara had been caught in, then stilled, eyes widening. "I know . . . almost nothing about Uchiha courting rituals . . . why?" she asked warily.

"It turns out when I 'borrowed' Madara's gunbai in the fray . . . well," Tobirama coughed, rubbing the back of his neck, faint pink spreading over his cheekbones, "it turns out we're engaged now?"

"--anyway, long story short, we're engaged now," Wei Ying finishes, beaming at his (baby! so young! barely fifteen!) brother with his hand still clutching his Lan Zhan's.

"So," Jiang Cheng says, but his eyes are curiously vacant, "bad things happened, then you died, then you were brought back to life, then you two together uncovered a conspiracy and saved the world...and got married before ending up back in time, somehow?"

"Yup," Wei Ying says, nodding. "But now we're too young to marry again, so, engaged!"

Jiang Cheng groans and buries his face in his hands. "Mom's gonna kill us all."

Hee! No wonder Jiang Cheng is confused. Hopefully the time travellers can make things happen less tragically this time.

it's in three-sentence units, I promise

Alya drapes her jacket over the chair opposite Marinette's at the café table and leans over to see what's on the tablet Marinette and Adrien are squished together to bend over: an awful lot of Chinese characters, apparently, which at least—unlike Marinette's top-speed babble about some jewelry box—doesn't leave Alya feeling she should understand it.

More interestingly, when Adrien's phone lights up with an incoming call from Gabriel Agreste, it's silent and they ignore it, in favor of picking up Marinette's half-eaten slice of jam-slathered baguette and shoving it in her mouth. "Hey, Alya," Adrien says, grinning at the sharp look Marinette gives them while chewing, "you wouldn't know if there's any rumors already flying, would you?" and winces in a way that definitely looks like Marinette just stomped on their toes.

("I haven't even applied to any universities," Ladybug grumbled, and cast her yo-yo to strike the wall across the alley with a satisfying, non-damaging thunk. "No one's said anything, except my parents made a point of telling me I always have a home with them and a job at—oh fuck this nonsense—but I know I'm disappointing everyone. But how will I work anywhere else when I know I'll have to ditch several days a month, and how will I live anywhere else if I keep getting fired, and—")

"What, that you're secretly gay for Carapace?" Adrien Agreste™ might be a straight cis allo guy, however much people might speculate Adrien was gay or ace based on how little Adrien spoke of having a love life aside from (their words) an 'oversized celebrity crush' on Ladybug, but Alya's friend Adrien kept no secrets from her; they were constitutionally incapable of it, and she and Nino agreed long ago that if Adrien ever got up the nerve to proposition Carapace—or Rena Rouge, though that seemed less likely; or if Marinette were to proposition Rena Rouge (or possibly Carapace) as she contemplated in Alya's direction at intervals about doing—neither Nino nor Alya would be cheating as long as the other got details after. "Nothing recent, no," Alya says, dropping into her chair and watching Marinette and Adrien trade glances; "are there about to be rumors?"

("I have an idea," said Chat Noir slowly, "and you won't like it, but promise me you'll hear me out? And take some time to think over my real reasons, and maybe forget the ones you'll think of before I explain?"

"That sounds mildly ominous, chaton, but yes, I promise.")

Marinette's phone blares her standard ringtone: Alya barely glimpses that the call's from Chloé before Marinette rejects it. "What does your schedule look like next—Thursday, maybe?" But she doesn't give Alya time to check her phone: "So you know what you've been trying to help me do approximately since I met this colossal dork?"

"That long, huh," Adrien says, dry tone at odds with the heart eyes they—actually might now know they're giving Marinette, huh. They take a sip of their coffee and add, "So which of us is the late groomer?"

"Me, obviously," Marinette says with a snort, "and don't tell me you haven't been briding your time."

("I think we should get married."

Ladybug stared at them, mouth hanging open, face painfully blank; Chat Noir rushed to say "Not because I'm in love with you" before she could even start to object, "I have practical reasons—like, I have money, I already did the math, we can get an apartment together and we'll have enough for rent and groceries and utilities that we'll be okay with no income at all for a few months, and if your dream career is art or design or anything like that, we can launch a business from our living room, I'll learn accounting and everything so you don't have to worry about anything but the creative parts, and I'll—"

"—be my next of kin and primary beneficiary of my estate and vice versa," Ladybug interrupted, two fingers on their lips, "and whenever I want kitty cuddles I won't have to go far to get those, will I?")

Alya gawks at them both. "Are those wedding puns?"

"Long story short," Adrien says, waving the last uneaten bit of baguette and jam where Marinette can't quite reach to steal it with her stylus-free hand (which is as bare as it's always been; she is wearing dark cabochon earrings and a mostly out-of-sight pendant that looks like that red resin teardrop she's had for years, nothing out of the ordinary, and Adrien's jewelry is as always nothing more than the silver ring Alya thinks was their mother's), "yes."

"—Don't you think you've skipped a few steps?"

Adrien and Marinette trade glances again, then return their attention to the tablet, Marinette running her stylus tip down the edge of the device. "That's what the list is for," Marinette says, almost absently, "making sure we know everything we need beforehand so we don't miss—wait, shit, prenuptial agreement!"

("We'll have to figure out how to introduce our civilian selves to each other's loved ones," Ladybug continued, well into strategic planning mode, "oh, and I'm pretty sure my parents think I'm out having a one-night stand right now—they've been really pointedly supportive and not prying—so we should decide how long to say we've been fucking?"

"—You're going to kill me, my lady!" Chat Noir wheezed, face burning.

Even in the dim light of the quarter moon, they could see how Ladybug's cheeks abruptly outmatched her suit—but only for a moment before she recovered: "Only a little, and you'll die happy?")

"—Shit, yes, that is super important," Adrien says, starting to unlock their phone and pausing to wait out an incoming call from Nathalie, "and I do not want to go through Nathalie to get lawyers—"

"Penny Rolling," Marinette says, making a note, "or at least I assume her lawyer friends aren't all at the same firm. Hopefully we won't have to move the City Hall part any further than the week after next, but it's not like we've put any effort into planning the family and friends ceremony yet, so we can push that back as far as we like."

"Dibs on maid of honor," Alya says at once.

"Too late, Chloé already called it," Adrien says, to which Marinette (clearly) kicks them in the ankle again. "Which we are ignoring, for reasons including, one, we were eight, and two, no prizes for guessing why Father and Nathalie keep calling me or for guessing who saw the banns posted and told them."

Marinette smiles, one of the secretive ones Alya hasn't figured out how to read yet: "Who else would I ask, Alya?"

"Ruling out Kagami," Adrien adds, "since she's probably going to fight Nino for best man."

"She wins that unless we give him a more substantial shield than the nearest trash can lid," Marinette says, attention back on the tablet and off of what Alya's face does at the thought of Carapace armed with a trash can lid, "and/or take her sword away—or else set the whole battle in, I don't know, Mario Kart."

"Eh, she might still beat his ass at Mario Kart or Ultimate Mecha Strike," Adrien muses, "and speaking of non sequiturs, Alya, exactly how long has it taken me to notice she's madly in love with me?"

"Something about an umbrella in the rain the day you met," Alya says breezily, already taking mental notes on which stories might and might not embarrass either newlywed-to-be too badly for Alya to tell the wedding guests.

"Madly clumsy, more like," mutters Marinette (to which Adrien blows a raspberry), "and don't pretend total ignorance, either, Papa-Garou is—"

A beat.

"Fuck, did we tell them?" Adrien asks.

"Nope, and they won't believe us without a ring, either!"

("We can't have a ceremony as Chat Noir and Ladybug, can we," Chat realized, "too obvious an akuma target. Pity, that," they added, carefully watching her expression; "it'd be easier to pick which best friend gets to witness the legal one and who gets to be best man at the formal one if there were also going to be another formal one—not easy, but if Carapace gets one, Ryūko gets another, and Multimouse gets the third—"

Ladybug tilted the rest of the way into Chat Noir's lap, laughing helplessly: "So much," she manages finally, "for asking Aspik if they're up for maid of honor!")

Edited 2020-07-06 10:29 (UTC)

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NEW POST FOR PROMPTS AND RESPONSES - Three Sentence Ficathon Part 2

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