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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[rthstewart]

Laurie R. King -- Russell and Holmes novels, Mary Russell +/ Sherlock Holmes, pollinating

[rthstewart]

Narnia/Amelia Peabody/Laurie R. King novels, Edmund Pevensie, Ramses Emerson, Mary Russell, Guess who's coming to dinner?

[rthstewart]

Narnia/Amelia Peabody/Laurie R. King novels, Edmund Pevensie, Ramses Emerson, Mary Russell, a failure to communicate
(why yes, it's complete crack)

[rthstewart]

Narnia/Amelia Peabody/Laurie R. King novels, Edmund Pevensie, Ramses Emerson, Mary Russell, camels

[kingstoken]

Any, Any, "My dreams are red"

Obsidian & Blood, Teomitl

[notapaladin]

All his dreams of the courtyard are different, but in some ways they're very much the same. He stands in the middle of the dusty, bloodstained space with his warriors, a desiccated corpse at his feet, far too late to help Acatl and Mihmatini with their own battle--but then, helping isn't why he's here. He is selfish and greedy and ambitious, and he wants the crown.

And he asks them to support him, and they say no.

And he tells them to stand aside, and they say no.

And he doesn't ask at all.

And they ask him to stop, to think about what he's doing to the world, to the Empire he wants to rule, and he refuses.

And they tell him to stop, that they'll fight him if he takes one step closer, and he doesn't listen.

And then there is so much blood.

(Sometimes it's Mihmatini who falls first, who meets him when he takes that one step and is cut down by his warriors before she can scream. Sometimes it's Acatl, who steps forward with sad eyes and says I'm sorry, Teomitl, I can't let you do this--and falls with a shocked grunt when Teomitl guts him. Sometimes he can't tell which of them dies first; between one blink and the next he is standing in a field of gore, their pieces unidentifiable, and his sister is smiling and congratulating him on his ascension. Sometimes Acatl doesn't die immediately; when Teomitl kneels to hear his final words, they are a snarl of I thought better of you. Those ones are the worst.)

When Mihmatini asks why he's woken with tears in his eyes, he can't tell her.

[wingedflight]

Narnia, Lucy/Ramandu's Daughter, together in England

[wallwalker]

Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Selphie, model trains can't beat the real thing

[(Anonymous)]

Final Fantasy VII & The Muppet Show, Sephiroth and Kermit, One day we'll find it/The Rainbow Connection/The lovers, the dreamers, and me

[raisedbymoogles]

In the green, there was screaming, there was acid dissolution, there was silence. And at length, Sephiroth's boots sank into squelching mud and an inch of algae, and he had to take them off in order to make it to the safety of a dry log where a frog sat peaceably strumming a banjo.

"Do you know this song, Mister General?" asked the frog, and at Sephiroth's mute headshake said, "It's okay - you'll pick it up, if you try."

[(Anonymous)]

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Link and Zelda, The distilled local knowledge of the Sheikah is NOT FOR LICKING!

[raisedbymoogles]

"Link... Link... that's probably not a good idea."

In her defense keeping Calamity Ganon contained took up a lot of her attention, but Zelda's warning came a moment too late - he droplet of distilled knowledge hit Link's tongue, he swallowed reflexively, and had just enough time to look thoughtful before the effects hit.

The Hero of Hyrule spent the next six hours Contemplating The Vastness of Time, pupils blown so wide his irises nearly disappeared, until he eventually tottered right off the edge of the Tower; fortunately the cold breeze snapped him out of it, just in time to break his own fall by smacking headlong into a Wizzrobe.

[(Anonymous)]

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, any, lizalfo/bokoblin/moblin society

Fill

[myrdschaem]

The first time it happened, Link forgot he was still wearing the moblin mask and as a result almost split the red moblin on instinct - yet despite his drawn sword, the moblin calmly reached down and picked him up, all of these actions so non-threatening Link couldn't bring himself to strike first as the moblin brought him back to the campsite of his horde.

At the fire each member gave him the best morsels of their own portion and kept trying to groom him with their huge fingers. As Link lay down to sleep in the pile of normally vicious monsters feeling loved, he felt like he finally understood why he had been warned away from ever engaging a mother moblin trying to protect her litter.

[(Anonymous)]

Hey Arnold, any, college applications

[elementalraven]

Narnia, any, what if they'd been called to Narnia for an entirely different reason?

[violsva]

“You spoke,” said Caspian, “decades ago, of the sort of government your world has, called—a moment, I will remember it—democracy, that was it. My wife and son are dead, and I have no heir after me. It seems to me that Aslan sent you two here to establish a new kind of succession.”

[elementalraven]

Narnia, Edmund, Edmund becoming friends with (dumb) crows in England/training them to do his bidding

Sunday Brisket With Great Uncle Edmund

[rthstewart]

(In Into the Jungle, Great Uncle the Right Honourable Sir Edmund Pevensie and Lady Miriam invite Peter's grandson, Scott, and Scott's boyfriend, Theo, for Sunday brisket).

When Theo told Scott he'd picked up a nice bottle of wine for Sunday dinner with Edmund (never Sir) and Miriam, his boyfriend had shrugged and said sure, but that, if he really wanted to make a good impression, they should bring boiled eggs and unsalted peanuts in the shell so now their flat smelled like eggs and they picked up peanuts at the co-op on the way.

It was ominous and vaguely sinister when they stepped out of the car and Theo saw a least dozen crows roosting in the tree outside Edmund and Miriam's house, all staring at them, watchful, silent, and wary.

“They’re Uncle Edmund’s security detail so, for god’s sake, don’t try to scare them away, or they will stalk us all way back to Islington,” Scott muttered and, handing him peanuts, they scattered food all over the front lawns as an offering to the bird gods.

[elementalraven]

lord of the rings, Arwen, any

[elementalraven]

narnia, any, magical girls au (they don't have to be girls)

[wingedflight]

Edmund's halfway home from the library when he encounters the blizzard, a most unnatural weather phenomenon at any time in London let alone mid-summer; rather than dash inside the nearest building to take shelter, he adjusts the strap of his book bag before dashing forward. It's like running into a cloud of fog with everything obscured behind a white-grey veil and the light of his torch doesn't help in the slightest but he doesn't stop (not even when he almost collides with a stone statue of a fleeing woman), just keeps pushing forward against the wind and ice until he can hear the shouts of the gleeful witch up ahead.

And then he's falling forward into the eerily still eye of the storm and the witch down at him in amusement but Edmund knows better than to attack her head-on (the trick is to cut off her power at the source); he shouts, "For Narnia and for Aslan!" and feels the Lion's breath rustle through his hair as his school uniform transforms into shining silver armor and the torch in his hand lengthens into a sharp and deadly sword.

[elementalraven]

harry potter, ginny weasley, “Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.”

[sheenianni]

Her parents urged her to keep her head down and stay safe, but blood traitors are barely a step above half-bloods, who are only an inch above mudbloods, which means none of them are safe at all.
Her mom made her swear though, and the memory of the naked terror in her eyes keeps Ginny from acting - for a week, until she sees the tremors of the Crucio'ed first years.
She finds Luna and Neville: "We need the DA back, and this time we can't get caught."

[elementalraven]

asoiaf, the Starks, what if they'd gotten their direwolves a lot earlier?

[mouseyear]

(I went a little overboard)
On the night that little Rickon was born, six direwolf pups were born too. They made their way into the hands of the Starks as direwolves are wont to do and had two years to grow before they had to face threats to their family instead of just a few months. Two years is still a puppy, but to a dog they are almost grown. They don’t outgrow Winterfell castle, it’s corridors made for a Stark and their direwolf to walk side-by-side. They are well behaved and obedient to their people, even Catelyn warms up to them and soon no one in the castle can imagine not having them around.

When the king arrives they sit primly beside the Stark children until the king’s family approaches the Starks. Greywind growls harshly at Jaime, warning him away, he is relaxed under Robb’s hand but furious in face. Nymeria stands to growl at Cersei, Arya’s reluctant hand seemingly the only thing stopping the wolf from attacking. Summer presses himself against Bran’s legs as they approach, almost making the boy topple over but for his iron grip on the wolf’s fur. Shaggy Dog becomes a wave of frantic energy, wrapping Rickon in his thick fur, hiding him from view. The only direwolf that is seemingly calm is Lady, but when Sansa places her hand on the wolf’s ruff she finds that Lady is tense, and the vibrating under her hand tells Sansa that something is very, very wrong with these people. Ghost and Jon were not at the reception of course, but when Tyrion approaches them, Ghost shies away behind him. Theon insists that they do not ignore the warnings of the direwolves, though Eddard their father is still enchanted by the man he was raised with.

It is understandable to them, after all Jon and Theon are not their brothers but the wolves have made them inseparable. Wolves are loyal to all who they see as their pack and to Eddard, Robert was part of his pack. But the Stark children walk on eggshells while the Southern Royal Family are around. Sansa skips meals, Arya leaves the castle grounds, Bran stays dirt-bound, Robb retreats, and Rickon spends too much time in the deep crypts. They retreat and escape the visit unscathed.

But when it is time for the King to leave Eddard is too blinded by his love for the man to refuse his requests. Jon, Ghost and Benjen are sent to the Wall with Tyrion, over Jon’s protests and Ghost’s glares, Eddard promises to send for him again, promises to tell him of his mother when he returns. And like it or not, Jon trusts Eddard with everything he has, and so does Ghost, so he agrees to go. Eddard and Sansa and Arya and Bran go the opposite way, towards an altogether different kind of danger as Lady tenses, Nymeria howls and Summer attempts to herd Bran away. But Eddard believes that Robb can be trusted and Eddard always tells them the truth.

Eddard may love his brother in all but blood but he is not stupid. The direwolves have never acted like this before. The night after they leave the camp is full of howling and the forests howl back, this is grief I’m hearing thinks Eddard and he shivers with the accuracy of that statement. The South is never safe for a Stark, Eddard knows that better than anyone – he had lost his whole family there after all and the bone-chilling howls of wolves convinced their favourite people were on the death row brings him to order his children never to let their direwolves out of their sight. Brings him to forbid Sansa from entering the wheelhouse of the queen. Robert doesn’t understand but neither does he interfere, just laughs and calls him paranoid. Is it paranoia when the previous king killed your Elder Brother? Is it paranoia when even gentle Lady has growled at Joffrey?

Robert thinks the direwolves are just ill-trained dogs, perhaps if Eddard had not lived with them for two years he would be inclined to agree. But Eddard knew that this was brand new behaviour. Sure, Shaggy Dog was half-wild and hated to be pet but Rickon was usually just as wild, and neither were aggressive for aggression sake. Nymeria had always been full of energy but most of the time that energy was spent bounding through the corridors or the forests the Starks refused to fear, usually it was not bundled up in a big ball of tension. So Eddard makes his loyalties and his opinions clear to the king, throwing words back in his face when he mentions Cersei doesn’t like the direwolves. Eddard thinks he makes it clear to the man that he will not harm his children’s animals.

The Queen wants Nymeria killed. His girls are sobbing, pleading. It breaks his heart. He appeals to Robert. Nymeria is big enough now that he should be grateful that his son was only nipped at if what Arya told him was true. Why did Sansa lie? Eddard knew she did, he was her father after all. Sansa was crying too. She was trying to fix it. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt so she had lied, her confession came out of her in gulping chunks but no one was listening. Eddard appealed to Robert. Appealed to his brother but he turned away. The Lannister woman called for Trant. His girls were at each other’s throats, both clinging and pulling at each other. Heavy footsteps approached, the knight that was to kill his daughter’s direwolves. The creatures that had been sent to protect them. Without their direwolves his daughters would be defenseless in the South. He appeals again to Robert as he leaves the tent and all Eddard sees is the anger in his brother’s eyes at his threat as he orders Eddard to bring his children South with him. Never. Not without protection. Not after what happened last time. Sansa and Arya would not have the same fate befall them as Lyanna did.

They could fight their way out, Nymeria and Lady were already heading that way but what about the rest of his men, shifting behind him wondering if a fight was breaking out? What about the civilians he had brought South to help Robert build? No. Better to do this diplomatically. So he takes a deep breath and he lies. The queen’s face is sickingly satisfied, his daughters are stricken. Everyone in the room believes him. Even the men at his back are shocked and horrified. But the North is loyal, the North remembers and though they may not agree with his decision, may abhore it, they respect it because they remember that the Starks are the Kings of Winter though that title no longer exists, they know that should the Long Night come again – which it will, and soon – they will need him. So everyone in the room backs off and Eddard leads his daughters and the two quiet direwolves out of the room. He bids them pack their bags, sends Jory to Bran and then to the rest of the Northmen. "We’ll want to get an early start tomorrow." The girls look at him with tearstreaked eyes and nod, trying to be brave, and somehow manage not to look betrayed. They whisper goodbye in the ears of Nymeria and Lady then run off, they don’t look back and Eddard is proud of them for it. Jory’s eyes shine with the betrayal the girls didn’t show but he goes to do his bidding anyway. Eddard is left alone with direwolves that almost reach his elbows. They would keep growing he knows. These wolves are large enough to tear him into pieces in seconds but Eddard knows that they would sit peacefully and let him execute them as traitors to the Southron crown.

His men are loyal to him, this Eddard knows beyond a doubt, yet they love the wolves that have found a home with his family. They’d overlook it. Eddard had been loyal too, once. Before Robert decided the South was going to continue to be a place of horror for Starks. Eddard doubted Robert had anyone loyal left in his corner. It had been most of the reason he agreed to come. But after everything they had lost in the war – Eddard wasn’t going to let his family lose more. Robert wasn’t a wolf. He was a stag and Eddard wouldn’t let him tear his family apart. He stood there, bracketed by his daughters’ pups as the Hound returned from his hunt. The butcher’s boy was a Northman, had been friends with Arya since they were babes. Now here he was, slaughtered like an animal. Protective anger raced through his bones – Southern nobility thought themselves run entirely on different rules than commoners he knew – but one Northern child was dead by this man’s hands, who could say who would be next. And this man. Had he just been following orders? Or was he that much of a monster? Eddard had kept the circumstances of several children’s deaths to himself after all, and wasn’t Theon just a child he kidnapped?

In the end it is Lady and Nymeria’s stillness at his sides that convinces him to walk away from the man, direwolves following obediently behind him. He finds a quiet corner, a corner that will keep him and the wolves hidden. Jory finds him anyway, an hour later and hesitates before he speaks. "We are ready to go South the moment the king commands it." The King… what had the South ever brought any of them? The Direwolves lay beside him still expecting an execution that would never come. Jory opens his mouth to say something – he is going to offer to execute the wolves for him, Eddard knows that. Eddard speaks over him. "We leave now. We go North, we’ll ride hard until we get safely there." The surprise on Jory’s face is… It sends shivers through Eddard’s spine. He had played his role so well… Eddard wasn’t gunning for war but he had no intention of following the Lannister woman’s orders – or Robert’s anymore.

[ravenlilyrose]

Rent, any, 20 years later

[ravenlilyrose]

Star Wars, Anakin & Clones, human beings

[sheenianni]

"Of course not," says Obi-Wan impatiently when Anakin chooses a most inconvenient time to ask the question. He tells him how they all have their duty, their part to play in the war, none of them can walk away from this when the Republic needs them. You need to focus on the important matters, my young friend. Now get ready, I think that's the Seps base we were looking for.

So that's how they call it here. Duty.

That one hasn't even chosen a name yet, he thinks numbly as he sees another man blown to pieces. Even on Tatooine, your name was the one thing that belonged to you, and no master could take that away. And yet so many these men didn't even have that much.

I'll fix this, thinks Anakin hollowly. Somehow, one day, I'll end this war.

Then we'll all be free.

[elementalraven]

Narnia, the Pevensies, what if they'd gotten different gifts from father Christmas

[mouseyear]

Peter’s gift is wings to survey the battlefield from the sky, to hover eye-to-eye with the giants, no matter how tall they become.

Susan’s gift is antennae to feel the air around her, to evaluate the people around her and always know the feelings of others.

Edmund’s gift is scales to harden his skin, to let him go running into even the most dire of places without fear for his own life.

Lucy’s gift is a tail to dive to the depths of the ocean, to be on equal footing with the mermaids no matter how swift and effortless their movement.

[ravenlilyrose]

Rent, Mark & Original Child Character(s), Halloween

[wingedflight]

Narnia, any, Frankenstein au

[wingedflight]

Narnia, Cor/ (or &) Aravis, dark AU

[nasimwrites]

They would never have made it out. They learned that quickly, in the coming year. Shasta learnt it through blows at Tashbaan's worst butcher shop, arms soaked with sweat and the blood of too many different beasts, including his own, and he tried not to think of Bree. Aravis learnt it under Ahoshta's sharp nails and rancid breath, and the tightening claustrophobia of an inescapable fate.

Still, they planned. Not to run North, but to dig their heels into the South. To make them pay. A year after they crossed the fateful gates of Tashbaan, Aravis' order of lamb arrived -- and hidden within it, a long, sharp dagger.

[wingedflight]

Narnia, any, dinosaur AU

But is it sitll called Utahraptor ostrommaysi in Narnia?

[rthstewart]

“Peter, ‘ware the back!” Edmund called as the Hell Bitch rolled her eyes and menacingly raised her hind leg.

“Oh stop it, you two,” Susan scolded and, with a soft pat to the feathered hide, the Hell Bitch quieted and her Queen swung into the saddle.

Still, he and Peter stayed well back until Susan clucked to the Hen and they bounded off; the Hell Bitch’s back sickle claws were as long as, and sharper than, hunting knives, could slice through Ankylosaur armour and, if either of them had been struck, they’d be gutted and dead long before Lucy could ever administer the cordial.

[wingedflight]

Narnia, OC, other children of earth find their way to narnia

[elementalraven]

“Hold up! Wait for me!” Her youngest cousin yelled after his sisters, pushing his feet desperately through the sand in an attempt to keep up with them, and Jaime sighed as she trudged after them at a slower pace, wishing for the hundredth time that her parents had just let her read her book in peace.

But no- she was “responsible” and “mature for her age” and therefore the perfect person to keep the twins out of too much trouble and make sure their little brother wasn’t hurt by their antics. Jaime scowled: this was not how she wanted to spend her vacation.

Suddenly the wind picked up fiercely, blowing what felt like the entire beach in her eyes and almost sweeping her off her feet, forcing Jaime to crouch down with her arms covering her face until the harsh wind was finally replaced by a warm and pleasant breeze.

Slowly and carefully Jaime opened her eyes- and stared: a towering fortress had appeared before her, looking not at all like ruined and partly renovated kind she had seen before, and in front of the castle stood a massive Lion.

Her cousins, miraculously returned to her side, looked as stunned and alarmed as she felt, and shuffled slightly closer to her.

“Welcome, son of Adam and daughters of Eve,” the Lion said with great solemnity, and for some reason Jaime wasn’t surprised he could speak, “Narnia is in great need of you: for the four thrones of Cair Paravel are empty once more.”

He paused, and looked them each in the eye.

“And you have been called to fill them.”