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

[(Anonymous)]

any, any, "wish you were queer"

ATLA, modern AU

[dawen]

I kinda get the feeling that this prompt is supposed to be angsty and full of unrequited love, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I decided to go with "friend group with Token Queer slowly becomes friend group with Token CisStraight (if that)"

~

It started as a joke among their friend group, back when Sokka was the only openly queer one; he’d sling an arm around Aang or Zuko’s shoulders and sigh and say, “I wish you were queer, you could wallow in his handsomeness with me, isn’t he gorgeous?”

Then one day Aang said, “You know, I get what you mean,” and that was the day he came out as bisexual; then it was Zuko who fiddled with their hoodie strings and said, “I think I only like girls, but, um, but I don’t think I’m a boy,” and they were quickly followed by Suki who went, “Wait, that’s an option?” and Toph who, one day, casually admitted to being asexual, but, you know, dates were cool, sorta, if you were already friends first, was there a word for that?

Ten years after the first “I wish you were queer” joke and Katara just stared, almost dead inside, and said, “Sokka, I think I’m genderfluid; when you started saying you wish we were queer, was that a wish or a spell?”

[catfang]

Pacman/Spirit Phone (Lemon Demon), Pacman/Cabinet man, any

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, unrequited

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, loyalty

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl

[notapaladin]

It is a slow thing, this love, and it begins like this. The temple of Mictlantecuhtli at sunset, when Tonatiuh's descent turns the air to gold and all the little hairs on Teomitl's skin to fire, when Acatl looks at him--looks at him and sees him, radiant in the light, and thinks Ah. There, there is my future Emperor.

The foundation builds from there. From looks to touches (casual, friendly, lingering); from a hand on Teomitl's arm to an arm slung around Acatl's shoulder; from the unthinking snap of an order to apologies and What would you suggest, Acatl? (He doesn't address him with the -tzin honorific anymore, doesn't put that distance between them, and each time it makes something melt and flow in Acatl's chest.) And each time Acatl thinks, My Emperor and does not let himself think I love you.

The night before Teomitl is due to begin the ceremonies of his ascension, he comes to Acatl's house alone. "There's something I should tell you," he says.

And kisses him.

When Acatl kneels before him four full days later, pledging his undying loyalty with all the joy in his heart, Teomitl--the Emperor Ahuitzotl, now--raises him up with his own hands and smiles as he says, "Get up, Acatl. You of all people never need to bow to me."

"You deserve it," he says simply, and his Emperor (his lover) beams like the sun.

ONE DAY MORE

[rthstewart]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydpmzU_i2hg

3SF CLOSES TO NEW PROMPTS TOMORROW

Re: ONE DAY MORE

[smallhobbit]

Do you hear the prompters type
And the fillers typing too
It's the music of the people who have had a lot of fun

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow no one's givin' up quite yet, we've got too much to lose

The Same Mistakes that Put My Mama in Her Grave (you know what AU this is)

[vialethe]

Part 3! | Part 1 | Part 2
*
All through her pregnancy, he watches her with heavy-lidded eyes, watching the slight curve as it grows, and expands, and shapes her into a new form.

They’ve not lain together in months now, not since her missed courses became apparent to Robb, but she still dreams; dreams of the first time she was stripped bare before him, protesting the high summer heat pouring in through their open windows, dreams of Robb watching, stroking her hair; of the time he directed Jon, telling him how to touch her, how to take her, his voice gone hoarse; dreams of the look on Jon’s face when he was buried within her.

And the look on his face as he watches her now, so greedy and open when they chance to be alone - and the way he nears her, placing one hand on the arc of her belly and saying, “Don’t forget whose child is inside you, Susan,” leaving her to shudder as their baby kicks from within her; leaving her unsure if he meant himself or her husband.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow and tell me that we belong together

I’ll Be Captivated

[vialethe]

“Why me?” she asks; not that she’s ever been one to lack for confidence, but still; he’s broken vows for her, left his homeland for her, renounced his claims on two thrones for her.

Silence stretches until she believes he won’t answer her, eyes focused over the sea, worlds away, but then he turns and smiles, heartbreakingly simple, and says, “You saw me - not just in Ghost, but in every way.”

She smiles, allowing that to pass unremarked (it’s still a point of contention between them, the way she always knows it’s him, in any creature he wargs), waiting out the silence, as she’s so practiced in doing, and she’s rewarded when he continues, “You didn’t see Ned Stark’s bastard, or the Commander of the Watch, or a potential savior of the Seven Kingdoms-”

“-I just saw you,” she finishes for him, and watches as she steals his breath all over again; as he steals hers in turn.

*
Is this actually four sentences? Who's to say.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow deep as a secret nobody knows

Mirror What You Want to See

[vialethe]

They say the Gentle Queen was guarded by a faithful knight called the Black Crow, who kept her safe by day, ensuring no harm could ever come to her; they say he was devoted, and loved her well but chastely, for all that he defended her with jealous zeal.

But by night, they say, the Queen had a lover - the White Wolf, who dared creep past the sleeping Crow to steal into the Queen’s bedchamber, giving her stolen joy and pleasure, keeping her warm in his arms until he vanished with the rising of the sun.

Those who are clever, of course, know that the Crow’s eye never overlooked a secret, and think him an accomplice to the secret lovers (but those who are cleverest of all know the truth: that even a Crow by day can be a Wolf by night).

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow baby I'll call up a storm / keep you safe from harm

I Can Live With My Regrets

[vialethe]

She’s going to die, Susan realizes - because she would rather do away with herself than be forced in Rabadash’s bed, be forced into the gilded chains that will bind any wife of his; perhaps if she’s dead, she reasons, Ed and the others will be allowed to leave in peace, at the least.

The tiny bottle she’d acquired in the market feels shockingly cold in her hand, the milky substance within far too innocuous, the glass too slick and the cork too tightly bound as her hands tremble in their task - then suddenly there’s a commotion in the passage beyond, shouts, running feet, the door thrown open, a mysterious man all in black - from his turban to the leather of his boots, veiled in the Eastern fashion - snatching up her hand, the bottle falling unheeded to the floor, his voice hot in her ear as he says, “We’re here to rescue you - stay quiet and keep hold of me, my queen.”

Later on - after the confusion in the maze of tunnels below the palace, after her panic (quelled only when she feels Ed’s reassuring hand on her shoulder, hears Corin’s excited voice, the flutter of Sallowpad’s wings, and knows they are all with her) - once they are safely aboard ship and her rescuer has revealed his face, a dozen questions try to escape her lips at once - Who are you? Where did you come from? How did you know I needed you so? - but only one makes it, a choked and inarticulate, “Why?” to which he smiles at her, a smile all full of heartbreak and tenderness and something else she can’t quite name.

“No woman deserves to be made the slave of that man,” he says, looking down at some point between them; it’s only when she follows his gaze that she realizes her hand is still clutched in his. “Especially you.”

“I don’t even know your name,” she says, tired and confused, the energy of the moment long drained, leaving her wrung out; still, she knows this can’t be let go, not yet, that there’s something important here.

He just smiles at her once more, soft and oddly shy. “Jon Snow, your majesty,” and somehow, nothing seems more natural in the world but that she should reply, “No - you must call me Susan.”

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow but I / I love it when you give me things / and you / you ought to give me wedding rings

Things We’re All Too Young to Know (I Will Not Come Back the Same missing scene)

[vialethe]

Very nearly, she begs him to send away Jon, but Robb would never understand; never understand why she wishes to have his brother as far from her as possible, never understand what he had done, all in perfect trust and innocence, when he sent Jon to retrieve the Narnian Queen in his place.

“It’s wonderful to have you here, brother,” Robb says, still somehow filled with boundless energy after all the dancing he’s led with Susan on his arm; still somehow oblivious to Jon’s dark stare, locked on the floor (locked on her body, while Robb spun her around the floor; locked on Robb’s hands, brushing her bare skin, locking eyes with her each time she revolved once more into his orbit), still blind to the tension, fraught and scalding, between them.

“What do you think,” he asks Jon, pulling Susan very nearly into his lap as he sinks into his seat, reaching out to grab his brother’s arm (how does he not notice the way Jon flinches, she wonders), “do I have your approval to give her a wedding ring?” as Susan feels something brittle in her break, wonders that he’s not cut by the shards; wonders that Robb isn’t cut to the bone by the edge in Jon’s low voice when he responds, “A king hardly needs the approval of a bastard.”

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow sometimes I'll hear her when she's sleeping

Is She Looking Out

[vialethe]

In wolf form, he approaches her (Ghost approaches her), watches her, guards her, nuzzles at her skirts (for treats), lopes along beside her as she rides on horseback. In wolf form, he knows every scent of her, knows the shape of her body and the form of her gestures, knows the taste of her skin.

In wolf form, he creeps onto her bed at night, settling in with a huff, tucked around the contours of her body; in sleep, Susan curls into him, face a hairsbreadth from the chill of his nose, and murmurs, “Hello, Jon-”

-and miles away, Jon wakes with a surge, heart hammering in his chest, the smell of her still on his hands.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow because of you, I'm running out of reasons to cry

A Drowning of the Past

[vialethe]

“Your sister looks just like you,” she says fondly, watching Arya stalk through the yard below, all long face and brooding glare.

Somehow it doesn’t hurt as much as it ought when he says, “Did yours?” not when his eyes linger on her; not when his hand covers hers, ready to pull her back if she threatens to drown under the weight of her memories.

She thinks of Lucy, bright gold and sunny, of Peter, burnished and solid; she thinks of Ed, all dark glances and dark hair tumbling over his brow, and smiles, tucking back a stubborn lock of her own; when she speaks of her lost brother, Jon’s fingers tighten on hers, in perfect understanding.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow we may only have tonight / but till the morning sun, you're mine

All Your Tears Will Subside

[vialethe]

“It’s not morning yet,” she says, though the pale grey outlining the window’s edge makes her a liar. “It’s not, stay with me and let it be night forever.”

Under her, Jon sighs, his hands taking hold of her one last time in perfect balance, neither pushing away nor pulling closer, and says, “Even a Queen can’t keep the sun from rising,” or a Stark from his duty, she thinks, and lets him go.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow and the truth of it is / I wonder am I beautiful enough / for you to kiss me true

I See the Reasons

[vialethe]

“You’re too good for me,” he says, rough and low, off the back of a kiss so fierce her lips tingle, even as he tugs desperately at the laces of her dress, as the fabric of his shirt catches and rips in her haste to remove it, to reveal more of him to her; even through the hazy fog of lust and heated blood, his words stop her cold.

“Jon,” she says, tipping his chin up until he’s forced to meet her eyes, “has no one ever told you truly how beautiful you are?” Stepping back, she pulls her dress from her shoulders, slow and deliberate; lets it slide down, nudging it past the swell of her hips until she stands bare before him, clothed only in firelight, and reaches for him, letting her body tell him again and again, you are, you are, you are enough.

[francienyc]

Les Mis, Cosette & Courfeyrac, discussing how ridiculous Marius can be ('pedantic and insupportable to be sure!').

[francienyc]

Les Mis, Cosette, more a lark than a turtle dove

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, seafoam

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow five hundred midnights since have passed / since I held you fast / you were safe at last

So Young and Tame

[vialethe]

There was something horribly cruel in this, Susan reflects, standing in a dripping schoolgirl uniform in her fourteen year old body on Narnian shores, staring at a sixteen year old Jon Snow - Jon, who she hasn’t seen since falling from the wardrobe onto bruised knees; Jon, who had been her husband in those sweet golden days, a year and a lifetime ago.

They don’t remember how to fit together anymore, not quite, not with these awkward, coltish limbs, not with his face soft and smooth, with hers blurred and rounded, and yet-

and yet.

“Susan,” he breathes against her hair, clinging to her like a lifeline; “We’re home,” she says, and laughs, and does not think of what may come next.

*
I figured it was time for an AU of the other one for once.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, well, if this is fate / then we'll find a way to cheat

The Answer Isn’t Fair

[vialethe]

“Stay with me instead,” he says; she will remember, later, how perfect it was, the salt breeze from the open balcony, the pale morning sun warm on her skin, the snow white of the linen pooled at her waist, and the delightful things his hands were doing underneath it, touching and teasing until she was slick and hot and ready to agree to anything he asked.

“And miss the stag?” she manages to ask, as he rolls on top of her; as the knock on her door comes and he groans, pulling the sheet up and over them both, making a cocoon of light, a world with only him and her, only the light and the salt, the beauty of him above her and the heat between them; as he murmurs against her ear, “Stay with me, and we’ll make an heir for Narnia.”

“Tell my siblings my husband and I will not join the hunt today,” she calls out, her Queen’s voice a bit more breathless than proper, but good enough; as she hears the door close once more, she takes him in her hand and says, “Now you must make all my wishes come true.”

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, as long as we're together / the rest can go to hell

To Lay Down the Hard Lines (I Will Not Come Back the Same AU)

[vialethe]

“You want me to do what?” Jon asks, disbelieving, though he’s certain his brother’s words will never leave his mind as long as he lives - can’t conceive and surely my fault - I never got any of the girls in town with child either and a king needs an heir spinning through his head, slamming against his skull until he feels dizzy.

For one precious, stolen moment, he allows himself to consider casting everything away for a moment of her; allows himself to imagine drawing his brother’s wife down on top of him, imagines the sweet softness of her naked skin, her dark hair spilling around him, imagines putting his hands on her in reality the way he’s dreamed of, so many sweat-soaked nights - and then reminds himself that dreams are not his reality, and never will be, shaking his head so violently Robb starts.

“Even if I said yes, what makes you think she would ever agree to be debased like that?” he says, hearing the tremor in his voice, the banked anger in it, hating himself for who it’s directed at - as if it were Robb’s fault that he married the only woman Jon’s ever loved - but Robb merely shakes his head, looking at Jon queerly, and says, “It was Susan’s idea to ask you.”

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, and you can aim for my heart, go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones

I Didn’t Want to Have to Haunt You (I Will Not Come Back the Same AU)

[vialethe]

It takes nearly an entire year; a year of pacing Winterfell’s halls, of circling each other like wounded animals, a year of her husband watching them with pained eyes, wondering why his two favorite people hate each other so.

A year before they meet in a deserted stairwell, late at night, before their shoulders brush, the narrow stone pushing them together; before she looks down over her shoulder and her eyes meet his with a shock that steals her breath, before her back is against the chill stone and his mouth is on hers, and oh,this, this is home-

A year before she shoves him away, hard enough to make him stumble, to sprawl graceless against the wall opposite; a year before she hisses, “You would not marry me for the sake of your precious vows, Lord Commander - do not make a mockery of both yours and my own now, please,” and walks away, back straight, to seek the cold comfort of his brother’s bed.

*
I'd say I was sorry, but I feel this is exactly what the prompt was asking for...

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, your back / beneath the sun / wishing I could write my name on it

Still Changing for the Better

[vialethe]

Dorne reminds her of Calormen, with its rolling heat and gold sands, and old memories tug at her mind, of inks and magic and murmured spells practiced and learned in that foreign land.

“What are you doing?” Jon asks her when she applies the first brushstroke to his back as he lies basking in the sun beside the water garden, though he doesn’t move, doesn’t stir a bit, and she can hear the smile in his voice, pulled loose and mellow by the lazy gold of the light.

“Magic,” she says, leaning down to press a kiss into the rise of his shoulder, beside her first glyph, already sinking into his skin as she follows it with more, protection, she draws, over his scars, and luck in the hollow curve of his lower back, and love along his spine, tracing her words into him with fingers and lips both.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, but I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss / I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

Once in Twenty Lifetimes

[vialethe]

Once, he tells himself, the first time he kisses her, driven to the edge of desperation, of wanting too much built up for too long. Just once.

Once is never enough, he knows now; now when all his dreams are of black hair and red lips, now when his mouth can’t forget the shape of hers, now when the only thing he wants is worlds away, ephemeral as memory, lingering beyond life.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, it's hard to be anywhere these days /when all I want is you

I Just Wanted You to Know

[vialethe]

“Oh, honestly, Susan,” Lucy says, sounding far more exasperated than a younger sister really has any right to, in Susan’s opinion, “I do quite understand why you’re so taken with him - he is very handsome, and I heard the Otters say the other day that his, well - assets are very-” (“Lucy!” Susan interrupts, but Lucy, being Lucy, continues blithely on-) “-impressive, shockingly so if they’re to be believed, which of course we know they are not, but in this case - what was I saying?”

“I’m sure I don’t have any idea,” Susan bites out, horrified at the petulance in her voice, refusing to so much as glance towards the window, though it does have a shockingly good view of the training yards, where Peter and Ed appear to have challenged Jon Snow to a mock duel, two against one - and which he appears to be winning.

“Ah, yes,” Lucy says, glancing towards the sound of male shouts, “either proposition him or don’t, but for all our sakes, do so soon, before I hear one too many longing sighs and am forced to do so on your behalf!”

[notapaladin]

Any, any, first day on the job

FF7R, Tifa

[raisedbymoogles]

"Thank you so much, I promise you won't regret it!" sixteen-year-old Tifa enthused, lashing her new (threadbare) apron's strings around her waist. "I know the ingredients I'm used to might be kind of hard to source around here, but saurkraut's not that hard to make and it'll knock everyone's socks off once they try it-"

"Look, kid," her new employer interrupted, impatiently but not entirely unkindly, "folks don't come to food trucks for exotic mountain cuisine - they're exhausted and cranky and they want it hot, fast, and most importantly, familiar, so just make the burger like it says on the poster, okay?"