rthstewart | Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

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Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

This post is NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS! PLEASE POST YOUR NEW PROMPTS HERE, IN POST 2! Do continue to fill prompts here but please put all new prompts in Post 2.

Welcome to the Three Sentence Ficathon!

Here's a Friending meme!

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 at bit after about 2 weeks and especially once we open a new post because this one is approaching 4,500 comments.
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.

Here's my attempt at a text box that might go horribly awry.

How long will it go?
The 3SF closes to new prompts on February 13, 2022. The entry stays open permanently and people post fills all year long. (There were a bunch of new posts to the 2021 3SF this week!)

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 (and much more). 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, protect yourself, 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 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 asks that you not reply, as they want to be able to edit and add more prompts to the list.

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

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any, any, a phone that keeps ringing

Should we really have forced – even become a demon to protect – I trust the police – this isn’t justice – we gave up the right to be – I don’t trust – when the seagulls cry – guys, please stop fighting – mom, if it were me would you have – this is what the witch wants, she –

The shrill cry of the telephone cuts through the circle of their discord and they all look at each other helplessly, a lump of fear in their collective throat – the phone lines were supposed to be down because of the storm. Another surge of squabbling threatens to rise up in the face of this new development that must be a trap, and still that horrible machine continues to ring, so as the only living adult left, Natsuhi takes responsibility and picks up the receiver.

oooh i love that last sentence and how all the fragments blur together, it reminds me a bit of a certain source for umineko, that scene in attwn where they're all at the table and agatha christie jumps from thought to frenzied, suspicious thought. and natsuhi cutting through the chaos to take responsibility in the end!

thank you! some of those fragments had specific people connected to them as i was coming up with them, and others were more vague and shared among all four of them, and it was a lot of fun to figure out what order would tell the best story. and heee, i hadn't specifically been thinking of that attwn scene, but now that you've mentioned it i can totally see it.
natsuhi is so brave to answer that phone, considering her history.

They break from their romantic interlude to both face the phone on the desk and stare as it rings and rings and rings.

Maybe it's Matt Kerr calling to tell Lynda the commercial version of the Junior Gazette is a go or a dud, or maybe it's Spike's dad ready to tell him they need to get to the airport ASAP to head back to America, possibly forever.

Spike and Lynda believe their futures each depend on the words that lie beyond the persistent ringing of that phone; if only they realised they actually held their futures within their own joined hands, if only they would promise to simply hold on.

Maybe there's a world, Zhao Yunlan thinks, where he survives this and walks away even though Shen Wei doesn't, where the university calls the SID's chief in to sort through Shen Wei's personal effects because for all that Professor Shen had colleagues and admirers legion there'd never been friend.

A world where Zhao Yunlan starts paying for a no-longer-necessary phone bill, just so he can dial it sometimes and hear those familiarly measured tones: Hello, you've reached Shen Wei at Dragon City University…

(Or maybe it doesn't exist at all because that Zhao Yunlan gets his Shen Wei out alive somehow, because if time travel can be real then so must parallel universes with endings happier than these; but in this one all he asks is to hear Shen Wei's voice even just one more time, before the Lantern takes him.)

Ohhh this is heartbreaking!

I feel like I'm going up and down the angst meter with these prompts haha. Though credit where it's due, the answering-machine-message idea was totally filched from Detective Conan…

One more, one fucking more, Agnes thought, gritting her teeth as she put down the contract she was reviewing yet again and picked up the phone. One of the sponsors. Of course it was; Agnes took a breath and let it out, reminded herself HeroTV needed them, no matter how obnoxious they were and how many stupid questions the reps asked about disaster fallout - an easier reminder to give herself on the fourth call than the twelfth - and picked up the phone.

"It's just my friends, again," Keisuke waved it off, "they've been asking me to come hang out with them tonight, but since I've got you here I don't want to, you know?"

". . .do you not want to let them meet me? To . . . to admit to me?" Kin asked, fingers knotting before himself, and Keisuke froze, eyes widening; Kin didn't sound angry or even leading - the way Junro most certainly would have - he sounded . . . distressed.

"Oh fuck! No, I mean- Of course not!" Keisuke assured him, grabbing for the phone an instant before it started to ring again. "We can go out with them if it's what you want! You wanna meet them?" he asked, and a little smile bloomed on Kin's pretty face as he looked up at Keisuke.

Tadokoro raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you going to get that?"

Yuusuke glanced at his phone, which showed Toudou's number flashing on it for the fourth time in the last three minutes. "No."

His phone finally, blessedly silenced, and then a beat later Tadokoro's phone started ringing.

Tadokoro picked it up, the traitorous asshole. "Hello? Oh, hey, Toudou!" He gave Yuusuke a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, he's right here. Hang on, let me grab him for you."

Yuusuke glared at him. "You two should never have exchanged phone numbers."

Tadokoro held out his phone, still grinning. "Oh, but aren't you so glad we did?"

Miraculous Ladybug, Adrien/Kagami/Marinette, dragon-slaying

"They can be reasoned with, bargained with, and even, the very boldest might try to use cunning, trickery, or diplomacy to…" Kagami trailed off as Adrien and Marinette opened the box they were carrying, displaying three silver rings, each of them ornate dragons with a pearl in their front claws.

At Kagami's continued silence as she worked through the implications of the gift and the offer that came with it, Adrien turned to Marinette and said, "Guess we did slay a dragon after all."

Edited 2022-02-02 22:18 (UTC)

😻

Miraculous Ladybug, Adrien/Luka/Marinette, snake charmer

Miraculous Ladybug, whichever flavor of love square, a cat may look at a king, or in this case a queen

FF7, Aeris & Turks, drinking contest

When Tseng returned from making his report to the President, he expected to find Reno and Rude present-and-correct for their next assignment and Aeris safely locked away in a Science Department holding cell. What he found was Reno snoring on the sofa, Rude resting his head on the table with a decent straight flush slipping out of his hands, and Aeris smugly pouring herself a full glass of Tseng's best bourbon. Judging by the flushed cheeks, it wasn't her first, but the fact that she was the only one still upright spoke to either a potential drinking habit or some heretofore undiscovered quirk of Ancient physiology.

He communicated the question to her with a silent, heartfelt ...how? gesture, to which she smirked over her glass. "Guess you'll just have to ask the good Professor after he dissects me, won't you?"

Dune (books and/or 2021 movie), Liet Kynes, no gods, no masters

Dune books / Star Wars sequels, Alia & or / Rey, desert children

Wheel of Time, Tam al'Thor, shepherd

Lupin, Assane & or / Guedira, meet-cute

After spilling ink on himself, getting an enormous load of (always important, always urgent) paperwork from Laugier, and turning his desk (and half of Belkacem's) upside down to unsuccessfully try to find his missing watch, Guedira had to admit to himself that this was shaping up to be a bad day... however, he decided to make the best of things, and after asking Belkacem if she'd like some too, he went over to their usual place, just around the corner from the station, and ordered a much-deserved cup of coffee. Just as he was walking out, a man bumped into him--as he apologised, he gave Guedira a friendly wink, and then said "Nice watch". Surprised (and blushing a bit, in spite of himself), Guedira looked down--there was his watch, inexplicably, almost miraculously, on his wrist again... and when he looked up again, the man was gone.

:D Love it!

Thank you! Your prompt was excellent and so much fun to write!

TMNT, Splinter, getting to socialize with fellow grownups

It is the machine Donatello has no interest in, the enemy Raphael does not wish to fight, the accomplishment Michelangelo sees no boast in, and the challenge even Leonardo strives towards only through passionless duty.

It is one of many small distances in Splinter's life (necessary, if at times... wearying, to hold these fears and desires alone, to have no comfort in sibling or peer) - until a flight through a sewer, a reckless rescue, and the introduction of April O'Neil.

"Literally halved the time I spend cleaning," she enthuses as he draws the purring machine across the rug, kneels to reverently run a paw across the bright, clean fibres left in its wake, "and the triangular head is great for getting in corners; my mom thinks the pet hair attachment is overkill, but hey, I shed too, and not having to unclog the filter every fifteen minutes is so worth it - Master Splinter? Are you okay?"

awwww omg Splinter's life is about to get so much easier XD

Alvin and the Chipmunks (cartoon), Dave, coming out to the boys and(/or) meeting Dave's boyfriend

TMNT/Kingdom Hearts, any, born in darkness

"I admit, Master Splinter, I had thought I was the only one who had given themselves over to the Darkness so thoroughly and yet served the Light."

"The way of ninjitsu is the way of deception, Master Riku," the humanoid rat said as the four humanoid turtles practiced their kata, "and those who study it must be able to cloak themselves in whatever is convenient to proceed in their mission. It may be easier for them to walk the path of darkness, but, as you well know, the choices were make earlier in our lives do not fully define us."

omg yes this is an excellent crossover and Splinter is the mentor Riku both needs and deserves

Doctor Who, any companion, meeting the wrong Doctor

River bursts into the restaurant half an hour late, and although she knows her Doctor most likely got distracted by some of the other patrons' interesting stories and won't hold it against her, she's still feeling a bit guilty. It's their anniversary, after all.

"Sorry, sweetie," she exclaims breathlessly as she falls into the seat at their table. "I got held up by a murder of--"

But the man across from her does not give her a knowing look or lean forward to kiss her. Rather, he looks at her with a mix of confusion and glee. "Sweetie? Never been called that before," he says. "With whom do I have the pleasure?"

River curses. She must have been later than she thought. Standing up, she passes the Ninth Doctor, giving his head a little pat. "Still needs marinating," she says with a wink, and heads out.

(it's the ears she objects to)

Heheh. This is precisely what would happen, or has happened, knowing them.

Breath of the Wild, Yiga Clan, just because we're an apocalyptic death cult doesn't mean we can't have fun!

"I heard the Champion runs wild through the jungle -" one of them starts to whisper hidden under layers of cloth and straw and pretending the lumps of his body are just more of the goods in the merchant's cart; he isn't allowed to finish - the others interrupt with mocking hisses.

"Oh we've all heard about that, that's the only reason we're out and about," the lucky one mocks; she'd drawn the long straw, got to be the false merchant rather than the false goods, "You need a better story than that to win!"

"You didn't let me finish," he complains, and then rushes on, "I heard the Champion runs wild through the jungle in his skivvies - one of the teams up there said they even saw the bits flapping in the wind!"

oh no, not the bits XDDD

One

The Shadow People, the Sheikah were called. Most assumed because they operated in the shadows, in the dark spaces the royal family could not tread nor acknowledge. In reality they were the shadows cast by the light of Hylia. The first Impa was the first Zelda's other half, ever at her side. Just as Zelda, first of her name, would have her bloodline blessed by the goddess, so Impa would have her descendants always by the queen's side, as close as a person and their shadow.

People were always messier than gods.

Even if one believed in the purity of the Zeldas, those around her were not so blessed. Shadows were thrust into darkness. Companions became assistants became servants. Royals and nobles kept their hands clean by having their shadows butcher and torture instead. Priests became sanctimonious, abhorring the shadows as something sinister to harm those who walked in the light. Tidy graveyards hid necropolei underfoot, tainting the water supply. Who cared about the poor and the gravekeepers? Another story of many. One more bloodsoaked record of atrocity, murmured by the restless dead.

Even before the latest Zelda could not call upon the blessing of the goddesses, a schism developed when their technology turned on them. Some were done being servants, some resented the blessed being royal, but many agreed that their place in the darkness was a gross reversal and a betrayal of their people, unfairly blamed for the tools that killed their makers even more than other innocents. If the goddess and her supplicants would not uphold their ancient covenant, if the Sheikah would once more be a scapegoat, then there was no reason to serve. A schism might have been a grim but peaceful parting of ways were it not for a new idea.

The author's name was merely signed as "Yiga". An unassuming booklet, untitled but for the Sheikah eye, held heresy within. Why should mortals fight on behalf of the gods? it questioned, why should Hylia spill the blood of thier mayfly lives battling another immortal? What, it even questioned, was the evil of the Calamity? An era of darkness? Did their people not already face such strife, come out the other side, flourish in the shadows where others withered? The ones who sided with Calamity already were granted immortality, how was that any different from the blessings of Hylia except politics? Instead of a single hero reborn between eras, each individual was equally blessed every blood moon.

The books were burned as heresy.

The readers were killed as heretics.

With Sheikah killing Sheikah, the schism irrevocably tore the two groups apart. The new heretics took the penname as their name, the Yiga.

Two

"So I was thinking, with the centennial coming up..."

"Yeah? I've got a new dress ready and everything!"

"Do you think the Calamity will ever triumph?"

Her friend hissed through his teeth. "It's not like you to lose faith."

"It's not a question of faith!" she protested, "But these things usually get resolved quickly, right? Not deadlocked like this. Even the hero isn't dead this time, and if they're not dead, then they can't reborn."

"So?"

"So... I wonder if this is a stalemate. Not just for our lifetimes, but even longer. Maybe forever."

Her friend thought about it, then shook his head. "The Calamity's been around for even longer. The gods operate on such long timelines, a hundred years is just a day for them. Nothing can last forever, we just have to be prepared to support our lord."

She nodded. "True. I just worry about the future sometimes, yknow? Like we're on a cliff's edge."

Her friend laughed. "And we can handle cliffs, so don't borrow trouble, alright?"

"True. Thanks."

"No problem. C'mon, enough with the gloom, we're gonna have a real blowout for the centennial festival!"

"Yesss I'm gonna eat grilled noodles and fried bananas until I burst!"

"You and your stomach. I wanna dance til I drop!"

"You just wanna show off your dress."

"Yeah so? I've been working on it for a year! Everyone has to appreciate my embroidery."

Three

For a bunch of assassins and warriors, they never seemed to look up. The traps in the gorge were all set up for anyone walking up at the base, but dropping down from the top was a breeze. Literally, with Link's paraglider. Maybe it was more for the Gerudo?

"What do you think?" Link asked without speaking in the way of fairies, to the Korok.

"It's for an army!" she chirped, "Individuals like you are easy to off, but a larger group needs to be bottlenecked and crushed."

Link nodded at this wisdom. The little lady sure knew a lot of battle tactics, but she had probably witnessed it in action. They gave her another apple, since she had finished the one dropped on the offering bowl.

"Shouldn't you be protecting them from me?"

"Not our arrangement." she said, eagerly crunching into the second apple. "I'm here for favorable winds and water for their crops, and I get their tasty fruits and grain. Besides! You're playing hide and seek, it'd be no fun if you were stuck. It's only been twenty years!"

Link laughed. Twenty years for a wood fairy would be short indeed. "You don't mind the Yiga? They worship Calamity Ganon right?"

The Korok blew a raspberry behind her mask. "Who cares about fights like that? We serve Farore. We don't need to squabble over the Triforce or keep Hylia happy to keep our forests strong."

Unused to theological debates, Link thought for a minute about that. She did have a good point, but...

"What if Calamity wins and burns your forests down?"

"Oh, he can't burn them all down, silly! Even if powerful demons didn't need to breathe, their followers do!"

Sometimes Link really didn't understand fairies (did trees blow air?), but they couldn't deny the Korok's logic.

this is actually amazing, holy shit

loz has a hole filled story and lazy, formulaic writing but i am here to piece something out of the scraps dammit. i really like thinking about the world and stuff and thinking about how it'd all work, what would motivate people... its just boring and stupid if all the evil people are evil "just because". i do like the yigas' comedic tone but i wanted to really dig into the previous games' sheikah lore to fuel this. i played oot as a kid and the shadow temple has haunted me since. the implications!

on the other hand i didnt want to do a total reverse of "actually the yiga are Secretly Good and the good guys are Bad", since i think that's just as lazy. rather than good or evil, i thought about what might make people turn away from gods who are very real. i think about these things a lot when playing, thats why i love this writing meme, so i can get my gamethoughts out!

lastly, i wish i had yakisoba and fried bananas... they're both so good.

TMNT, any, Victorian/steampunk AU

April O'Neil, intrepid reporter for the London Caller, swung the brick wildly - only for it to be intercepted by her attacker and knocked away as easily as flicking off a bit of soot. The menacing creature laughed and reached out for her with fingertips that ended in cold, sharp metal claws.

Those fingertips jerked back when something small and sharp flipped through the air and knocked the phantasm's hat right off his head. "This way!" a much friendlier voice called, and April wasted no time bolting to safety after her mysterious, shadowy rescuer.

(Spring-heeled Jack, ftr)

Ace Attorney/Legally Blonde, any, chip on my shoulder

Ace Attorney/Legally Blonde, any, God I love shopping for men!

any, any, collecting jewels that catch your eye / don't let a soulmate pass you by

Androgyny - Garbage

Itama had always had an eye for shiny things; it got him his father's favor when they were bright, well-polished weapons and his ire when they were useless baubles - it got him exasperation from his entire family (well, not from Hashirama-nii - he simply laughed uproariously) when he got each of his piercings, gleaming metal threaded through his earlobe and ear cartilage, even his lip and eyebrow.

The first thing that caught his eye when he met a new person was whatever jewelry they happened to be wearing, the lure of Shiny irrestistable, and it was this that made Uchiha Hikaku stand out to him: the only visible flash of metal among trigger-happy shinobi at a tense peace meeting - where visible weapons were, ah, strongly discoraged - adorning the older man's shoulder.

They didn't talk to each other for another few weeks of negotiations - too on edge, better to let Hashirama-nii and Uchiha Madara handle the bulk of it - but when they did, Itama found a quiet, understated man, easy to overlook in the wake of his clan leaders, but a sense of humor as sharp as a senbon and a sense of duty as strong as bedrock; it might have been the shine of his chains that first caught Itama's eye, but it was Hikaku himself that made him fall in love.

i don't go here but very sweet

thanks! I'm glad you like it even if you don't go here

any, any, and all of us who dare to love are brave

Neptune - SJ Tucker

To forgive is divine, but like miracles, Juri doesn't believe in divinity in a theological sense. Courage is majestic and fraught, betraying her whether she walks to love or away from it--not exactly what she'd call saintly. Courage fails her, but fear is just as trying, so she makes a decision not to run.

Taking Shiori's hand doesn't feel like heaven, but it's the most alive she's felt in years. It'll have to be enough.

omg, I'd almost forgotten about Utena, thank you <3

Once more, we were on the Lánczhid. And as this bridge we walked upon joined Buda to Pest, so it now joined Imre to myself--yes, we were not unlike these two cities wounded by men, by fortune tried, as the poet says... but always brave, always unmasked, always holding hands in the dark.....

Below us, the water of the Duna sparkled and shimmered, mirroring the city lights--it leaped and laughed, its voice loud and clear, echoing the heartbeat of the warm Magyar night--that kindred soul!--as it cradled us close, and offered all its stars to light our way, to watch over our rest, to burn aglow like truth, like life, like love.

i love your use of language in this

Thank you! This book is full of beautiful language (and long sentences too, it's perfect for this ficathon, hehe!)

He knows Nyx - Max, regardless of how little they use their given names - at this point almost better than he knows himself, knows her old wounds and how close she plays her cards to her chest, how tightly she holds onto herself in fear that letting anything in will mean the end of everything she's worked so hard for.

He knows the words she just said - so seemingly small, so light, as bright and as broken as the slowly dying body of hers he's holding - he knows how much it took for her to say them.

"Hold on," he tells her rather than answer, his thumb against her wrist where it can feel the stuttering fading of her heartbeat. "They'll follow the beacon, they'll come for us. You just have to hold on a little longer. I'm not letting you leave yet."

He'll be brave later, when she's safe. There is too much fear in him now for anything else.

awww, I'm rooting for them!

neither of them dies here!

i'm sure they'll be fine

Shuddering as he wakes from a nightmarish swirl of memories - lightning, blood, falling rock, all darkness and screaming and tears - Kakashi draws himself up, leaning against the trunk of one of the trees surrounding their camp. He looks over the quiet little heaps of his genin sleeping - barely more than pups, for all their skill and their ambitions; for all they think of themselves - and his heart wrenches painfully, his breath catching in his throat.

He never wanted them, but they're his now, and he only desperately hopes he won't lose them . . . as he's lost almost everyone else.

Kakashi ;_;

Poor Kakashi has had entirely too many traumas. ;;

He runs into Harry as they are clocking out for the day and he is hit by a crackling tension in him, an ache, raw and dismal, that may have been mounting when Kim wasn't looking or may have crashed at once, as realization are wont to do: now that they are back into the fray, away from their little bubble of an investigation at the end of the world when it was just them making their own rules, the detective is stretched thin by a job that sees a dead man in his eyes and expects him to bend and twist and fit a strange mold that's all edges.
Something in there is about to break along old frayed lines, a cyclical tragedy long in the making, and Kim makes a guarded offer to go grab a bite together, knowing full well that his own cautiousness is a ruse, that he won't let Harry risk a relapse in the solitude of his apartment.
So if that means staying the night, so be it, if it can give Harry some space to be vulnerable and unwound and safe, so be it, and if someone has to struggle against the temptation of doing something really, really stupid tonight, let it be Kim, and he'll see this through.

Kim is a good... friend? Boyfriend?

...he is a good egg.

He is not a coward. Not a warrior—he will never be that—but not a coward, either. He has faced gods and ghosts and emperors, and he has not backed down, knowing that this was what he must do.

But holding Teomitl’s hand in the sunlight, kissing his mouth in the moonlight, hearing soft and tender words and returning them, even though the sheer vulnerability of it all sends his heart into his throat—he thinks those might be the bravest things he’s ever done, because they’re for himself and himself alone. There’s no rationalization about the fate of the world, no terrible sacrifice he must prepare for.

There’s only Teomitl smiling at him as they lay together in the cool dark safety of his room, murmuring, “When I am crowned, I’ll make sure all the Empire knows I love you.”

He should be cautious. He should dissuade him. But Teomitl has inspired him to new heights, so he kisses his shoulder instead and breathes, “I can’t wait.”

Frozen II, Elsa/any, the avatar of nature's balance is an awkward turtle on dates

"-and we will meet at the southern gate in forty minutes, so I need to make sure that I leave in ten minutes. We planned to go to the stall selling mulled cider first-"

"Elsa," Anna laughs, "this is the fourth time you've gone over this. You'll be fine!"

"Oh? Oh, yes, probably--I just to be prepared for--Oh! Where are those mints? I don't want bad breath-"

Kristoff blinks, looking away from where the ice has slowly covered the entire window in carefully symmetrical designs to the pacing woman before them. "Do you really need the mints? Unless you're planning on kissing, I guess."

For a moment, Elsa goes stock still. Then all the ice in the room melts instantly, soaking the carpets. The former queen can only gasp in horror as her blushing face pales. "My shoes-!"

Anna glares and smacks his shoulder. He can only shrug and mutter "whoops."

awwwwww XDDD

Aww, poor Elsa, getting all of a muddle over a date, and of course, Kristoff made it worse by accident! lol So cute and so good :)

Alex Rider, Alex, sorrow's my body on the waves / i live in a city sorrow built

Battlestar Galactica, Kara/Lee, if you love / bury it deep

She closes her eyes, and she pictures a life with Lee.

She thinks she knows what that life will look like, knows the different Kara she will have to be if she ties herself to Lee Adama, body and soul (never mind that they've been tied together since the day they met, never mind that he's always first in her heart and mind, never mind that she can't bury these feelings, no matter how often and how hard she tries), and she thinks, I will ruin us both.

So the next morning, after she finds Sam (who loves her because, not in spite of) and he laughs as he pulls her into his arms, she asks him to marry her.

asdsdfasdfgkjh. My heart. My feels. My everything. (I am not the prompter, and this is perfect)

and she thinks, I will ruin us both.

Oh Snacky, noooooo. Exquisite and awful and perfect. Of course Kara belongs with Lee but wants to be loved without the caveats she always feels Lee's applying (sometimes correctly cause Lee is a dick that way) and just UGH. BABIES.

Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian, And you must bear your neighbors burden within reason / And your labors will be borne when all is done, and nobody nobody knows

When he hears his door slide open, Cassian snaps up, despite knowing it could only be Jyn.

In the faint light, he sees her bleary eyes as she crawls into his bed, too tired to fight sleep and the accompanying nightmares of blinding light and sand any longer.

"Just tonight," Jyn murmurs to him, and he closes his arms around her as she settles, hoping she'll realize she can have every night, as long as she wishes.

So, so sweet. <3

Wheel of Time, Lan/Nynaeve, you say too late to start / got your heart in a headlock

She can list so many reasons that there is no future in this, and "the world is about to end" is not even the top.

But Nynaeve cannot believe one of those reasons, not when Lan is next to her, not when his arms are around, not when her cheeks are wet with tears as he tells her goodbye.

She may not be able to see the future, but she is Wisdom, and she knows her heart.

Old Guard, Nicky/Joe, this many years and the quiet moments still matter

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