Three Sentence Ficathon Part 2

[rthstewart]

THE 2021 3 SENTENCE FICATHON IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS!

THIS IS THE NEW POST FOR PART 2 OF THE 3 SENTENCE FICATHON -- ALL NEW PROMPTS SHOULD BE POSTED HERE
You may continue to fill prompts (but not leave new ones) at the original Post 1 here.

conuly 's unclaimed prompt list here

Thank you all for participating! We had a rush of prompts at the end so be sure to check it out and if you want someone to fill something in particular, and assuming they don't mind being contacted (I know I  don't!), be sure to let them know!

Welcome to the Three Sentence Ficathon!
2 Feb. 2021 See important edit below regarding where to find unfilled prompts.

What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
This is an open exchange where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and fill 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 happens after that?
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

I'm really overwhelmed by all the prompts and how much there is and how fast it goes. I can't read 1,000 prompts and fills. It's too much.
I hear this a lot and it keeps a lot of people from participating. The 3SF is big and it moves fast, especially at first. I get overwhelmed, too, and I'm hosting the thing. With 2020 and 2021 sucking so badly you don't want something that's supposed to be fun cause you anxiety. I have a couple of suggestions for managing the 3SF volume.

• First, really, you don't have to read every prompt and fill on every page. You can start at the last page of this and just go forward, or back a page or two. It's fine.
  
• You can come and go as time and energy allow, you don't have to participate the whole time, and it drops off quite a bit by mid-February.
• Even after the 3SF and new prompting end, people fill prompts all year long.
• You can fill an already filled prompt and you can can leave a prompt that's already been prompted before. People do it all the time.

Always make sure you're looking at top-level comments only, not threaded. That helps a lot. Your screen should look like this.




But shouldn't I read everything to see if someone already prompted the same prompt I want to leave if someone already filled it?
No. Prompt as many times as you want, as much as you want. It doesn't matter if someone prompted the exact same prompt. Go ahead and prompt again!

I left a prompt and no one filled it. Can I prompt it again?
Absolutely!

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 be able to post and share it. Feel free to cross-post this entry. If you create your own banners or icons, let me know and I'll share!
Please share the 3SF with your followers, friends, and any channels and comms you are active on. I'll post on fandom calendar, Tumblr, and Twitter, but I don't have many connections in other spaces such as Discord.

How long will it go?
The 3SF closes to new prompts on February 28, 2021. The entry stays open permanently and people post fills all year long.

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 boils down to reader beware. 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.
Some posters do include warnings and spoiler tags in subject lines or include spoiler space, but they don't have to do so.

Why is 3SF split among several posts? That seems confusing.
It is confusing and we always lose momentum once we have to move to a second post. The reason is because at 5,000 comments to a single post, DW installs a human test CAPTCHA, which is a pain for users. So, once this entry gets to the upper 4,000 comments, I open a new post. If you've been waiting until things slow down to participate, when we open a second post is often a good place to join.

If I have questions, what do I do?
I'm rthstewart everywhere, here, Twitter, Tumblr, gmail and AO3.

A special thank you to conuly .
Last year, Conuly started logging all unfilled prompts.
This year's (2021) unfilled prompts are here.
Last year's (2020) unfilled prompts are here.

Conuly does this just because she is an awesome person but should you want to write her fic in thanks, you can find a birthday wish list here.

Here is the 3SF 2021 Friending Meme to show of your new DW account.

Here, have some icons and banners and let me know if you've created your own!

text box you can try to cut and paste

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Comments

[vialethe]

Narnia, Caspian/Pevensies (yes all of them), he deserves some sweet Pevensie love

[wingedflight]

Narnia, Caspian & Sexy Purple Shirt, alone against the world

Not to be outdone

[rthstewart]

“Please, friend, you must come out, I need you, I cannot do this without you,” Caspian pleaded, with pain in his voice and tears in his eyes – that he’d better mop up because fine silk like me shouldn’t get wet.

I didn’t want to, though, for Edmund and Lucy were both gone and Caspian and I both missed them terribly and from all I heard I should have very much liked to have met Peter and had Peter see me on Caspian.

With another anguished, whispered, “Please,” I finally relented and consented to be removed from my hook in his cabin, but it didn’t change anything because I still didn’t like her and the way she always made me look drab when I was the only one who was supposed to be shiny around here, not some stupid tart of a star.

[loveandrockmusic]

The Sound of Music, von Trapp family, any sci fi/horror element

3 times Liesl should have listened to her instincts

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Of all the things to notice when she and Rolf were dancing and spinning in the pavilion, and then frolicking in the rain, the smell of wet dog should not have been so high on her list — but she just assumed he had one at home, like she had always longed for if only the Captain would allow it, and it warmed her heart to think of Rolf tussling with some furry, lolling, wrigglingly happy pup by the hearth — and then she shivered in the rain and dismissed the thought in favor of finding a way into her warm, dry house unseen.
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It wasn’t so strange that Rolf bristled when the Nazis hurled accusations of dog and mongrel — Liesl wanted to claw their eyes out herself — but he also winced whenever one of her brothers called the Germans rabid wolves; a part of her wondered about Rolf’s politics, but she never thought to question his humanity, not even metaphorically speaking.
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Liesl stood in the emptiness between the Nazi wolf and the safety of the convent gates, caught between her beau and her family, and her heart twisted within her as she struggled to find the words that would tame the slavering beast — or drive him wilder still, to shred the hated uniform and flee for the hills, so she wouldn’t have to choose — but his golden eyes grew hard and the silver bars behind her beckoned, and she fled; later, she would sob to Maria that she had never believed in fairy tales, that Beauty never loved the Beast, and she would leave her memories of Rolf and the werewolf both in the mountains... until she could pretend that hills were alive with something other than howls.

[harmony_lover]

The West Wing, Josh/Donna, in from the cold

[harmony_lover]

The West Wing, Josh/Donna, unaccompanied minors

The Best, I Forgot

[vialethe]

“Wait, why are they here?” Josh hisses, on returning to his office to find it occupied by not only Donna, but both the Santos kids.

“Well, because their parents are in South Africa, their grandma’s in bed with the flu, and to be honest, I think they’ve committed some unspeakable crime that they’re hiding from the staff - they’re on the lam, basically,” Donna says, sounding less unflappable than usual, making Josh wince in sympathy.

“You know what I’m thinking?” he asks, and she’s already nodding, pulling out her phone as she says, “This calls for parental intervention - we need Toby.”

[harmony_lover]

The West Wing, Josh/Donna, gunshots and explosions

A Reason to Get Out of the City

[vialethe]

Maybe it’s unpatriotic, but Donna really, really, really hates the fourth of July.

Some years, it’s Josh who has trouble, Josh who sits next to her on the couch, flinching almost imperceptibly, his leg bouncing a million miles an hour, fist clenched on his knee, before she snuggles into his side, weaves her fingers through his, does her best to ground him in the here and now.

Other years it’s her turn, her turn to freeze and forget how to breathe when the street is rocked with bangs, when red flares flash through the drapes; her turn for Josh to move between her and the window, to hold her face between his hands, to remind her to inhale again, to remember that after all of it, she’s still here, and so is he.

[vialethe]

Greek Mythology, Cassandra/Aeneas, she would have made such a lovely bride/what a shame she’s fucked in the head, they said

[betony]

Queen Hecuba complains of her unwed daughters, but none more so than Cassandra. "All that beauty," snipes his aunt, looking most unqueenly now, "and how much good will it do us sitting gaunt and ghastly in your father's halls?"
Good enough, Aeneas thinks fiercely, and is appalled to find he's spoken aloud.

[loveandrockmusic]

Based on this fill

Narnia x Sound of Music, Werewolf!Caspian/Werewolf!Rolf, running away from it all/refuge in each other

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Rolf did not know how long he had prowled the mountains after casting off his once-fine uniform and all the things he had once admired about himself; he did not know how far he had traveled to find himself now on this silver sea hissing onto a golden shore; nor did he care, but that he must surely be far enough away that he would no longer trouble sweet Liesl’s dreams (if not far enough away that the memory of the hurt mingled with love in her eyes would cease to torment him).

He came upon the scent first, and then the footprints — first a wolf’s, springing lightly, and then a man’s, trudging — and then the golden haired man (the word Aryan burned like silver and he refused to utter it again) who would seem young but for the shadows in his eyes.

Someday, they would lie on the cool evening sands together before moonrise and talk of wars and betrayals and then race until they had exhausted all memory of pain and fear ... someday, they would walk the mountain roads by day and roam the forests by night, pledging their teeth and claws in protection of — well, Rolf was never entirely sure where they were, but it was better than where he had been — and he rejoiced now in the sure knowledge that he could never again throw a loved one to the wolves ... someday, they would hesitate, side by side, at the door of the house of a great magician, wondering whether the cure was worth the loss of wind in their fur and the tales of the world laid bare to their noses and ears ... someday, Rolf would trace a symbol in the sand and take fierce joy in watching the waves obliterate it ... but first, Rolf foreswore all his old allegiances and pledged himself anew to a king called Caspian.

[loveandrockmusic]

Narnia, any, vampire transformation

[elementalraven]

They finally corner her in a snow-covered clearing deep in the Western Woods. By then, they’ve been hunting her for days, coming closer and closer until Lucy knew it was only a matter of time, and now they’ve caught up.

The being that was once Edmund slinks closer, his youthful face as pale as snow and his eyes just as cold.

“Sister,” he murmurs, “we’ve found you at last.”

Lucy flinches and turns around to flee- only to crash into her sister, who grabs her shoulders and smiles sweetly.

“Don’t worry, Lucy,” Susan’s voice is soft and girlish, forever like the girl Lucy remembers holding her when she cried, but her grip on Lucy’s shoulders doesn’t loosen, “It won’t hurt a bit, I promise.”

Lucy feels Edmund come up behind her and panic crawls up her throat as she struggles to escape. But even her hard-won muscles can’t win against their unnatural strength.

Then the last of her siblings enters her vision.

Peter’s hair is just as golden as it was a year ago, his eyes just as blue, and he is the only one of them who still looks older than her. But there is no doubting the darkness that surrounds him now, and Lucy is filled with despair.

She had hoped…- but it’s no use now.

“Oh Lucy,” says Peter, as he softly strokes her cheek, “We’ll finally all be together, just like you always wanted.”

He moves her hair aside and leans over.

Lucy closes her eyes.

[loveandrockmusic]

Narnia, The Island Where Dreams Come True, gothic horror

i'm sorry. i'm so sorry.

[wingedflight]

From the darkness, there came a rumble: soft, at first, but rapidly growing louder until it was as though thunder had descended from the darkness to surround them. There was something familiar about the rhythmic beat: Lucy was reminded of the secret centaur ritual she'd been allowed to witness only once, during the shadow-laden night of a new moon.

But then their newest crewmate cried out in despair and hopped back from the ship's railing, crying, "I'm sorry, Chief, I'm sorry I left--please, please don't--!"

[loveandrockmusic]

Charmed, Chris/Bianca, the spider transformation was permanent

[elementalraven]

Narnia, any, in which Aslan is not such a benevolent god

[rthstewart]

You mean he's benevolent now? **grin**

[wallwalker]

Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/anyone, an uncharacteristic outburst

[wallwalker]

Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/any, Dancing in the moonlight/Everybody's feeling warm and bright

You can’t dance and stay uptight

[communi_kate]

They meet at moonrise on the balcony. Squall folds his glasses and slips them into his jacket as Rinoa kicks off her heels and runs her fingers across her arches. She doesn’t need to drag him onto the floor this time, and as they clasp hands and he spins her through the gentle silver light that smooths out wrinkles and casts a web of shadow over greying hair they move together perfectly, for they have danced together many times.

[wallwalker]

Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa + Caraway, not sure how to forgive you

[eagleoftheninth]

Any, any, "I love you. I want us both to eat well."

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl

[notapaladin]

((something of a sequel to the one about soup))

The temple accounts don't care for mortal frailty or the need for sustenance. They will loom there on the table, unyielding, until they are dealt with properly--and in his temple, he's going to be the one to do them. Of course Ichtaca could handle it for him--of course! the man is endlessly competent--but Duality curse him, this is his temple and his responsibility, and so Acatl sits down with a reed pen, several folded codices' worth of ledgers, and all his considerable stubbornness until he realizes--reluctantly--that he can't focus with his stomach trying to glue itself to his spine.

There are approaching footsteps--slow and measured, but still somehow familiar. He looks up just as Teomitl draws aside the entrance curtain. "Acatl-tzin," he says, and smiles, and Acatl feels himself blush.

"What brings you here?" It's a stupid question--he can smell the hot, spicy soup through the clay jug Teomitl's holding--but he has to say something to cover the rush of warmth at the realization that Teomitl's brought him dinner.

At least he's not the only one blushing. "I made you this," Teomitl mutters, and doesn't look at him as he sets it down. "I thought you'd be hungry--you never remember to eat--Mihmatini said this was your favorite, so..." He trails off in an inarticulate little murmur and adds, "I brought spoons."

It's delicious. It's even better when Acatl asks, "What on earth made you think of this?" and Teomitl--spoon halfway to his mouth--blurts out with absolutely no forethought whatsoever, "I love you, so--"

And then of course he drops the spoon, but neither of them care about that.

[(Anonymous)]

Any musical or opera, any, suddenly asking - "have we been singing this entire time!?"

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Meta; 3SF; look on my punctuation, ye mighty, and despair

[smallhobbit]

The need to produce a story within the constraints of three sentences can result in the misappropriation of punctuation, which - although regrettable on other occasions - is entirely unavoidable. The requirement to ensure the relevant three parts: beginning, middle and end (which incidentally, may or may not require the use of the Oxford comma) would put a strain on any professor of language, were they to indulge - which in all likelihood they would not; since this is probably deemed beneath them. However, it has an advantage for the rest of us, who, for once, do not have to worry whether or not the commas need to be rearranged, as one's beta is frequently prone to complain.

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Star Wars, Mara Jade, frippery has its place (perhaps in the incinerator)

Under cover

[rthstewart]

Leia did another circuit of the crowded conference hall, drifting in and out of conversations among the arms dealers and buyers, concentrating on keeping the Force glamor in place that altered the shape of her face; the skull cap, synflesh padding, heavy kohl around her temporarily blue eyes; the piercings, body art and mods took care of the rest of her disguise.

Mara was here, somewhere, among all these very dangerous beings, intending to intercept the sale of specs for a new, secret Kuat two-person, hyperdrive capable, shielded fighter to the First Order – they hoped Mara could steal the specs before the First Order could buy them, or, if the sale was completed, switch the data card out for a fake.

She was roughly jostled by a thick, rangy black haired woman she’d noticed before because how could you not – she was dressed in something that was a monument to poor taste with bows, sparkles, feathers, dangles and so much fluorescent frippery it really should just be set ablaze; but instead of apologizing for bumping into her, the woman muttered in Mara’s voice, “Got it, let’s go, and if you say a word about what I’m wearing to anyone, it will hurt.”

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Little Women, Jo & Laurie, playing pirates

[(Anonymous)]

Calvin and Hobbes, Calvin, spaceships

[(Anonymous)]

Calvin and Hobbes, Calvin, tempting fate

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, secrets have a way of coming out

Heaven Official's Blessing, Jun Wu (heavy spoilers!)

[silverwill]

If one wanted to keep a secret, one needed to not tell a heavenly official – or even be a heavenly official. Jun Wu often wondered if they thought they were being clever or even subtle – that no one would notice the sudden arson of Jing Wen’s temples and the absence of certain lower court officials for the duration; or how Shi Wudu, almost overnight, went from obsessing over his little brother’s safety to letting him run around freely; or even how Little Pei immediately volunteered to take charge of the area that made him famous and defensively refused any offers of help investigating the mysterious disappearances that began shortly after.

If someone noticed, they didn’t care; if no one noticed, even better – it would make things so much easier when those secrets finally and accidentally did come out…

[wingedflight]

Narnia, Moon Moon/Ramandu's Star, finding home

[wingedflight]

Narnia, wolf!Caspian/wolf!Rolf & Moon Moon, pack means family and family means no one gets left behind