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!

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Comments

[notapaladin]

Any, any/any, "oh, you're shy."

The Untamed, Wen Chao/Wen Zhuliu, not very shippy admittedly

[silverwill]

Wen Zhuliu was a man of few words. It added to his mystique, he was told, and he was often praised for his composure and stoicism (which, when coming from Sect Leader Wen, Wen Zhuliu suspected he just despised backtalk and was sending a message to anyone else present), but he didn’t really want to be known as the silent type. There was a lot he had to say… he just wasn’t good at saying it.

It was something of a relief for him when he was assigned to be Young Master Wen Chao’s retainer – many others grimaced at the thought when no one was looking (and the ones who grimaced at the thought when someone was disappeared quickly), and indeed Wen Chao had many faults and undesirable qualities, but Wen Zhuliu didn’t mind. Because the first time they’d met, in not even an incense stick’s worth of time, Wen Chao took a long look at his face and realized.

“Oh. You’re shy.”

I headcanon that WC is the only one who can fully read WZL... when he bothers to pay attention. Which is rare.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, all these people think love's for show / but I would die for you in secret

If You’re Standing With Me

[vialethe]

“Remember, Su,” Ed says, the morning of her hastily-arranged wedding, grasping her hands in his, “you don’t have to marry him if you don’t want to - I’ll help you get away, and damn the Dragon Queen and all of Westeros, if need be.”

Looking over her brother’s shoulder to the rumpled linen of her bed, pristine in the morning light, giving no evidence of the joining it had borne witness to the night before (the way Jon’s hands had moved over her body, worshipping every inch; the way all of him fit so perfectly into all of her, from his face between her thighs to his hands on her breasts, to the hard length of him inside her; the way he had swallowed her gasps and moans and cries, keeping their secrets with his mouth), Susan flushes, rose pink riding high in her cheeks, near to matching the Targaryen red of her gown.

“You’re the best brother I could ask for,” she says, squeezing his hands and kissing his cheek, hoping he doesn’t notice the heat of her face against his, “but I don’t mind a bit, truly - the Queen’s nephew is lovely, once you get to know him,” and all Narnia will love him as I do, soon enough, she vows.

[notapaladin]

Any, any/any, it seemed like a good idea at the time

The Untamed, WangXian, AU where WWX was just a liiiiittle late stopping Jin Zixun....

[silverwill]

3 sentences lolwhut

“What happened to him?” Wen Qing asked, her hopeful relief turning quickly into alarm as Wei Wuxian finally made his reappearance in the Lanling alleyway with an unconscious Lan cultivator on his back. The cultivator rested his head on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder and had his arms wrapped around tightly – he seemed very happy there.

“Drunk,” Wei Wuxian explained tiredly. “Hey don’t give me that look – I didn’t do it! It was that bastard Jin Zixun – bet he thought it was a good idea at the time.”

“What happened?” Wen Qing asked, because she still didn’t quite understand how that translated to an unconscious cultivator (was that Lan Wangji?) on Wei Wuxian’s back.

“The infamous Lan alcohol intolerance,” Wei Wuxian said ominously. “Lan Zhan drank the wine and, well… I don’t think we’ll need to worry about the Jin for a little while. Anyway, Lan Zhan is a clingy drunk so he’s coming to Qiongqi Path with us now. Let’s go.”

Wen Qing had a feeling there was a lot more he wasn’t telling her, but it could wait until after they found her brother.

the jin didn't have anything resembling a face after drunk lan wangji was done with them

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, I'm begging for you to take my hand / wreck my plans, that's my man

Bent Right to Your Wind

[vialethe]

“Don’t go back to Narnia,” he says, catching hold of her hand as she turns. “I know I have no right to ask it of you, but - don’t go.”

At his side, she turns, hands coming up to thatch themselves into that glorious riot of curls as she says, “It certainly took you long enough to ask,” before pulling his face down to hers.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, in from the snow / your touch brought forth an incandescent glow / tarnished but so grand

But It’s Been Promised to Another (I Will Not Come Back the Same AU)

[vialethe]

“He’s going to find out,” she says, before she can be lost in her body’s wicked response, the way her skin comes alive under the chill of Jon’s hands as it never does for Robb, every part of her taut and aching for him.

“Does he know yet?” he says, teeth grazing her lower lip, tugging at it until she nearly forgets to respond, “Not yet - but he’ll burn us out when he does.”

She loses herself then to his touch, to his hands sliding lower down her body, pulling fabric away with them until all of her is exposed to all of him; when he says, “Maybe we deserve to burn,” she’s all but forgotten why; when he enters her in a single thrust that causes her to hiss through the pain, she thinks maybe she deserves that, too.

*

Well, that was predictable. I feel like you had to know what I'd do with that one.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, I was dancing when the music stopped

Haunted By the Look in My Eyes

[vialethe]

When Peter mentions the Westrosi King wishes to dance with her, Susan laughs, her blood burning with the whirl of Narnian pipes and drums; of course he does, for what king does not?

When he points out the man in question - Just there, at the banquet table with his brother and Lucy, her heartbeat thrums with spiced wine, with the handsome stranger’s grey eyes locked on hers with such intensity her feet falter in the dance, and only Peter’s arms keep her from crashing to the floor.

When she greets him, flushed and glowing, her breath flutters in her throat - and dies, as the King next to him turns, and takes her hand, watching her with eyes blue as the sky; watching her as she watches her stranger turn, and depart, and not look back.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, I tried to pick my battles / til the battle picked me

If Someone Comes at Us, This Time I’m Ready

[vialethe]

“I’m fine,” she insists, though every breath burns like a hot poker stabbing her through the chest where the great Other’s sword had caught her; Lucy’s cordial is effective at staving off death, but not pain.

“You are not fine,” Jon insists, pushing her shoulders back against the bed as she tries to sit up until she goes limp, stops resisting, “and you aren’t fine because you should have died - what were you even doing on the battlefield?”

Wearily, she stares up at him, wishing she had the strength to kiss him (wishing she had the strength to slap him), but barely having enough just to say, “Because you were there, you idiot, and I wasn’t about to let you face down a monster alone.”

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, barefoot in the wildest winter / catching my death

The Very Moment All Was Lost (I Will Not Come Back the Same AU)

[vialethe]

Sequel to this fill, so read it first!
*
Are you certain? one of them asks her, yet again, and no wonder, with the way she’s trembling like a leaf, so focused on keeping herself from flying apart before they’ve even begun that she’s not certain who spoke, her husband or his brother, for all that Jon is before her, ill at ease in her marriage bed, and Robb is behind, prowling like the wolf he is.

Somehow, she manages to make a response; manages to cross the stone floor, her feet feeling its winter-cold surface like ice; manages to climb into the bed and onto his lap where he sits against the bolsters; feels Robb settle behind her, and tries to tell Jon with her eyes, just look at me, only me.

It’s only you and me, she thinks, though Robb’s hands are tight on her hips as she slides down onto Jon - no point in prolonging this obscene affair, she thinks, not when both of them are so aching and ready for it - only you and me, she thinks, as he closes his eyes, shutting them both out, as she buries her head against his neck to resist the longing to kiss him, to give him all of her; only you and me she mouths against his skin, as she rolls her hips, as his pace increases underneath her, as he slides his hand under the covering skirt of her chemise; as she comes apart under his furtive touch, her cries stifled in his skin as she feels him come in turn, feels their purpose achieved - and feels Robb’s grip on her tighten, fingers pressing into her flesh like suspicion.

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, what must it be like / to grow up that beautiful?

Anticipating My Face in a Red Flush

[vialethe]

“Really?” Susan says, blinking, though it’s not the sort of thing a man is likely to be mistaken about, and in her experience, they tend to lie in the opposite direction, if anything; still, she wants to add, but you’re so pretty, how were all the girls - and boys - not fighting each other for a chance with you?, but she has always adroitly avoided missteps, biting her tongue before the words can escape.

“Never,” Jon says, ducking his head. “I couldn’t - I didn’t want to get - I know what it’s like, being a bastard,” he finishes, and Oh, Susan thinks, smiling so the tears that threaten to spring to her eyes recede, saying, “There are way to avoid that, Jon,” before she kisses him again, long and slow and sweet, adding, “and I’m happy to teach you.”

[snacky]

Narnia/ASOIAF, Susan Pevensie/Jon Snow, I won't ask you to wait / if you don't ask me to stay

Even Though I’m Leaving

[vialethe]

“What is a man like you even doing here?” she muses as they lie together, brushing her fingers across skin too pale for the desert of Calormen, through curls never touched by shine and pomade, over a beard never scented with perfumed oils.

He shrugs, the thick rugs of her tent protecting them from the sands, his dark eyes unfathomable as he watches her every movement as closely as the white falcon he calls Ghost, until she feels the depths of the desolate desert night in them, something otherworldly, tinged with a magic foreign to her homeland, and shivers, knowing this man will never be Narnian; knowing that she will nevertheless always want more, and more.

“Someone must keep the world safe from that which dwells in the high desert,” he murmurs, watching every shudder that passes through her as he draws his fingers, achingly light, up her arm, over her shoulder, down to the hollows of her collarbones, leaving her lightheaded in his wake, open to his kiss, open to the promise in those bottomless eyes, for as long as her sojourn in the desert lasts.

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Any fandom, any character, the Improbably Named Contraption of SCIENCE!

Kingdom Hearts, Vexen & Xaldin & Lexaeus

[silverwill]

“I was trying to test the limits of our emotionlessness,” Vexen explained. “See if we might still be susceptible under the right circumstances, which is I why I created her: The Mobile Autonomous Romance Youth, Special Unformed Edition.”

Xaldin warily glanced out of the room, where the “Romance Youth” with its ever-changing hair and eye colors was being fawned over by the rest of their unemotional comrades. “Brand new replica technology and you couldn’t think of a better use for it?”

Lexaeus sighed a heavy sigh. “You couldn’t think of a better name for it?”

i am so sorry

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Star Wars EU, Hobbie Klivian, how did he get his nickname?

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Star Trek Voyager, Janeway/Paris, war of double entendre

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Brave, any, post-movie hijinks

some lingering side-effects may occur

[notapaladin]

Merida and her father are the only members of their family not to have spent time as bears. Most of the time, this is fine. But sometimes...

Well, sometimes there are moments like this.

"There was a salmon!" says her youngest brother.

"I thought I could catch it for them," her mother mutters.

There had been a salmon--the biggest one any of them had ever seen. Unfortunately, human reflexes hadn't been quite up to the challenge of catching it. Her mother has river weeds in her hair, and her brothers are more mud than boy, and Merida loses the battle against her attack of the giggles.

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Any fandom, any characters, Princess Bride AU

Star Wars

[wingedflight]

"My name is Luke Skywalker," declares the boy as he bravely points his lightsaber at Darth Vader, "You killed my father. Prepare to die."

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Any fandom, any character, Muppet AU (with optional token human)

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Any scifi fandom/Calvin & Hobbes, any character meets Spaceman Spiff

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Any fandom, any character as described by David Attenborough

Gene Hunt: Life on Mars (UK)

[smallhobbit]

Here, in his lair, we see the DCI, keeping himself secluded from the rest of his pack, who are outside the lair, and busy upon the tasks set by the DCI ('if not they'll regret it'). Soon he will burst forth and start barking at the pack, sending them scurrying in various directions ('chop, chop, Skelton, you're as slow as a wet week in Skeggy in February'). Meanwhile, he is slowly chewing a curly wurly, before going in search of further sustenance ('nearly lunchtime, I'm having hoops').

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Any fandom, any character, PG Wodehouse AU (crossover or fusion, where the biggest stakes are things like missing cow creamers and stolen policemen’s helmets)

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, celadon

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, rosemary and lavender

[Miraculous Ladybug] toil and trouble, that's for remembrance

[alexseanchai]

"Oh, lavender, okay, that makes sense of the code line about laundry," Ladybug grumbles, glaring at the startled former Peacock wielder and her perfume spritzer of ineffective eau de Miraculous alchemy, "and—yeah, I'm guessing they're trying to weaponize the truth serum; we never brewed that slime," Ladybug adds, "since aside from the obvious problems with truth serum, we haven't figured out 'dew of the ocean', either."

Chat Noir swipes the bottle from the distracted woman's hand, flips himself safely out of her reach, and test sprays just enough to sniff what must (if Ladybug expects the potion to be viscous like mucus) be diluted to uselessness in order not to clog the mechanism: yeah, that's what he thought he smelled, so he repeats " 'Rosée de l'océan'?", then ('hôpital', 'fête', and 'romarin' are only some of the French words that didn't inherit an S from their Latin grandparents, though their English cousins did) asks, "not 'rosée marine'?"

Ladybug makes an angry teakettle noise that resembles Master Fu's name.

[wallwalker]

Any, any, combine any two prompts and fill them in a single fill.

[silverwill]

any, any, karaoke night

[notapaladin]

Any, any, pirate AU

[notapaladin]

Any, any/any, "the moon is beautiful tonight" "yeah it is," says the one looking at their love interest

Divinity: Original Sin 2, Lohse/Sebille

[sidhehound]

Lohse's laughter made Sebille's ears twitch, the elf moving slightly so she could keep an eye on the human woman while still working to set up camp.

"No Fane, that's not it. You're not gonna manage to play anything with a flute if you can't blow into it."

Lohse's attempt at an innocent look faded as soon as their skeleton comrade managed to scowl at her, dissolving into a new fit of giggles. Fane grumbled, said something that didn't matter while Lohse took back the flute, handling it with care.

"Aye lass, stare as long as you want, but do finish setting up the tent. I can't do it all alone."

There was far too much mirth in Ifan's voice, and quickly Sebille found herself sympathizing with Fane as she scowled at the man.

"We won't need another tent if I fulfill your death wish right now."

The lack of worry in his face was incredibly annoying.

"A good point, but then you'd have to deal with that mess instead. It would be harder to keep ogling the good bard while disposing of a corpse."

Sebille's scowl turned into a feral smile.

"I can multitask, Wolf."

"Then do so! The Prince and Beast should be coming back soon with..."

His words were not important. Lohse, now asking quick-fire questions at Fane, was.

She had set the flute aside, the dark lines around her eyes seeming to have deepened just a little more. Her brows were furrowed, but she kept a smile on her face, pointing at the still faint stars on the horizon and demanding Fane say what he knew about them.

Sebille found herself irrationally jealous at that moment. She should have offered to make the fire, to stand by Lohse's side, chatting away. Fane had no flesh on his bones, but Sebille knew how to kill even what was already dead.

At that moment, she wished fervently to test her knowledge on him.

But Lohse's gaze found her own, a genuine smile rising to her tired blue eyes. She nodded to the rising full moon with her head, already crowning the coming night.

"Beautiful moon tonight, isn't it, Sebille?" Her voice hang clear over their half-made camp.

Sebille's eyes did not stray from that lovely face as she answered.

"Yes, yes it is."

Lohse blinked, for a second looking confused, but the loud bickering of Beast and the lizard coming back to camp distracted her.

On Sebille's other side, a loud cackle was heard. Ifan looked far too entertained for her liking

"By the void, you've got it bad, lass."

Sebille stabbed him. Just a little.