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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Shadow & Bone/TGT, The Darkling/Alina, you call out my name/like no one before/it sounds like a call to a home that i never had

When he first sees the light burst forth from her, dazzling so bright it hurts even his most-all-seeing eyes, the darling feels an emotion he has not felt in so long a time.

Hope.

"Aleksander," she calls him after they kiss, and the name means ever so much more than it should.

Edited 2022-01-18 17:40 (UTC)

Oh, I love that last line! That he has an idea of what it should mean to hear his name, and of course Alina saying it is something else entirely! Thank you.

Of course he does know her dark side — she can't hide in the dark from him, just like he could never hide the light from her.

He reaches for her, and she takes his hand, pulling him in to close the distance between them, pressing her body against his, finally finally finally — it no longer feels wrong, her light and his dark blending together. "We are home," she tells him, and she means every word.

Yessssssss. IT FEELS RIGHT. My favorite part is how it's Alina reaching out, Alina making the choices here and coming to terms with herself and what she wants. My heart!!

I like Alina knowing and taking what she wants. She's got to make herself happy!

Disco Elysium, Harry &/ Kim, maintenance on the Kineema

He takes such good care of this vehicle, a voice in your head tells you as you turn the wrench under Kim's calm and watchful guidance, because he loves it deeply, and wants the best for it, and hopes to keep it with him for as long as he possibly can.

Kim flashes you a smile, a real, full smile as you finish and says, "Your hands are so steady now; it's clear that all those changes you've made are really paying off!"

Much of that is thanks to him, another voice says, because of course it's Kim who dumped out all the booze in your apartment, who drives you to your meetings, who brings you lunch when he knows you've forgotten to eat again... and suddenly you find yourself internalizing a new, and startling, and terrifyingly hopeful thought.

<3 <3 <3

'because he loves it deeply, and wants the best for it, and hopes to keep it with him for as long as he possibly can.'

You carry that thought and you keep internalizing it, Harry!

Aww, yes, that is definitely one to keep in the thought cabinet! :)

I hope this Harry has a high enough Interfacing to feel the Kineema wink at him <3 wonderful!

LOL! I am suddenly, deeply delighted at the idea that the Kineema ships it. :)

Any, any, pale green melon-flavoured white chocolate

You bite into it expecting what, exactly? That it would taste like those ice cream bars from your youth, the ones you haven't had in years and can't remember the taste of, only sticky liquid dripping down your hands as you fought down giggles? You don't know, but regardless, you find yourself sitting on the kitchen floor, open box of chocolates on the counter and tears running down your face, as you find yourself once more falling short of what has always been just out of reach.

Damn that hurt

Ghost Trick, Alma/Cabanela, fashion fun

Ghost Trick, Alma/Jowd/Cabanela, fashion...fun?

mass effect, any, what if i've dragged you here to my own dark night

It was easy for Shepard to feel invincible in daylight, where the objectives were in sight and all that could be seen was achievable; in the dark, quiet hours between night and morning, with cold, stale recycled air at her back and warmth radiating from Garrus in her arms, she thought of the Collector base ahead - unable to visualise its shape, unable to formulate a plan - and she felt her heart waver in her chest.

In a whisper so soft it hardly left her chest, she murmured, "What if this is it?"

Garrus' electric blue eyes fluttered as he reached up to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice rumbling low as he replied, "Then I'm glad we went out together."

ao3

Edited 2022-01-18 11:31 (UTC)

oh gosh, yes, excellent!! garrus' constant, unswerving devotion, shepard's strength but that's not enough to keep back the doubts at night - yes good, excellent.

thank you! ♥

Disco Elysium, Soona&Acele, shop talk

12 Monkeys, Cassie and Jones, finding hope

It's so dark in the future, Cassie thinks during those first terrifying days after her first Splinter, when her side is a blaze of pain and her head is spinning and strangers crowd around her asking for answers she cannot provide. The fear builds up within her like a rising tide until she feels like she can hardly even breathe--and that gets her thinking about airborne viruses and infection spreads and how likely can it really be that this facility is as airtight and secure as they say and...

Jones finds her like this, curled in upon herself in a corner; gently, she takes Cassie's hand and, after pulling her to her feet, leads her up to the rooftop--hands her a mask (just in case)--and shows her the rising sun.

ahhhhhh I love it

"ivy" from evermore. (taylor swift), woman/woman

You push me against the stone wall and crushed ivy dampens the back of my shirt, its heady scent assault me, and for a moment, I can’t tell whether the drunken feeling intoxicating me is due to the smell of ivy or due to your lips hot on mine.

“Stay with me,” you say.

“In my dreams,” I say, “I always stay forever.”

Edited 2022-01-18 05:15 (UTC)

yessss

So vivid!

Trojan War Cycle, Aeneas/Cassandra, I pray that you’ll find peace of mind/and I’ll find you another time/I’ll love you, another time

"I will love you forever," Aeneas promises, deaf to the prophecies that spill from her lips more rapidly than kisses.

She sees the line that splits them: both traveling east, but his path goes far into a dark unknown that her eyes will never see, and her time, she knows, is growing short.

His kisses bring comfort, silencing her horrible truths in the only way the gods have allowed.

The image of the line going east and hers stopping so much sooner than his...! </3 It is too painful, but also gorgeous. And her burying her pain in him because she can't be disbelieved when kissing - it's tragic in the very best way.

Narnia, Susan /& Edmund, no more calling like a crow for a boy/for a body in the garden

Susan draws her dressing gown close around her, soundlessly stepping out into the back garden with a steaming cup of tea as the sun barely creeps over the horizon; she and Edmund both have always been early risers for longer than these newly young bodies of theirs have been alive.

"Have the crows said anything yet?" she asks him, passing him the cup.

"They will," Edmund says, gulping down tea and then wincing at the burn; "they're crows. They always have something to say. Regardless of which world's magic they carry."

They are talkative, aren't they - in whatever world they may find themselves in. The line about being older than their bodies is fabulous.

love this! crows are amazing

YES yes yes good, i'm so happy for this

Oh, of course the crows have something to say, and these two would be the ones listening. <3

YESSS i love this

Ooooooh, yes! So perfect!

Edmund always finds her, after the fighting is over, after Susan has run from her siblings' endless questions and arguments (she never did before, not in any other world), after she seeks refuge in the garden, tucked away under the trees, hidden by the hedges, pillowed on the grass, the one place she can still find peace.

He doesn't speak at first, just drops down beside her and gazes up at the sky for what feels like an eternity, before he takes her hand in his and squeezes tight. "It's all right, you know," he tells her, and Susan wonders how he can be so certain, before he adds, "our story is not over."

Ed knowing where to find her! <3

And more than that, his knowing exactly what's upset her - not the arguments or being questioned, but the idea that it's all come to an end. The idea that that's what gets her, and his being so insightful to see it - both fabulous.

matching icons!

Edmund always knows what's up!

oh, lovely, and also oh no ed and su

sometimes I make things a little sad, Betsy!

aaaaaah

Mandalorian, Din, you're so bright when your current gets to flow / so good when your broken parts can show

any, any, chained together

Edited 2022-01-18 02:11 (UTC)

"What do you mean, you can't? The day we met, you picked the lock with a frelling fork!" John hissed in horrified disbelief.

Aeryn shrugged, although he couldn't exactly see what she was doing, since they were bound back to back, in what John insisted on calling a paddywagon: what Aeryn knew was that it was large, square, black, and smelled like three years of stale urine.

"I don't see the point," she replied, with a hint of impatience; "D'Argo knows where we went and Chiana saw us get picked up--we'll be bailed out in less than an arn."

But the truth was that she had no hope of picking the binders on their hands: the day they'd met, she had guessed the administrative reset code to the prison cells once she'd used the fork to pry to cover off the terminal. He had been so impressed by her tech skills (as limited as they were: she was a Prowler Pilot, not a tech) that she had never felt the need to tell the truth about it.

"What's that phrase you have, something about hauled up a post?"

"No, no, hoist by your own petard," he said, and she could just imagine the way he was cocking his head in amusement. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason..."

Edited 2022-01-18 03:31 (UTC)

Of course, they'd get bound together. That's John and Aeryn, agents of chaos and snark. This little snippet has made me miss the show all over again. Well done.

ahhhh!! love this!!!

Ha! They have some great back-and-forth going.

"This isn't how I pictured our first date going," Stiles says as he looks down at the chain around his wrists that connects straight to Derek.

"You mean kidnapped by hunters?" Derek shifts closer so he can bumps their shoulders together. "Sounds like our usual thing."

Stiles snorts despite himself and turns to give Derek a smile. "Yeah. I guess I can't image going through this with anyone else."

Of course something like this would happen to them - good to see they’re happy to get out of this jam together!

Shannon and Kanon both raise their left hands as Beatrice lifts the pipe with the golden butterfly perched on the end. The sparks are already starting to fade to little more than the coffee stain of a birthmark, but still unmistakably a butterfly, and the destinies of all three of them are unmistakably linked, have been from the start.

“The first circle shall represent the release from bonds such as the ties of obligation and inescapable fate, which are rather more difficult to break than some silly chain across a door, don’t you think?” Beatrice laughs charmingly as they plot together.

I love this take on the prompt -magic chains, so clever!

Edited 2022-01-20 03:55 (UTC)

thank you! there are many different kinds of chains in umineko, and while some of them are physical chains to make locked-room mysteries, there are also magic chains to keep someone trapped by their mind or circumstances, and even more metaphorical chains keeping characters connected to all the people they have been in the past or might become, and it was a LOT of fun to work with all those different meanings.

'the destinies of all three of them are unmistakably linked, have been from the start.' kihihi this was written by someone who's seen the heart of umineko. aaah and i love beatrice comparing the ties of obligation and inescapable fate to the trivial chain locking a door. the chain of illusions can only be broken by illusions. the locked room is a metaphor.

i sure have! that moment with the butterfly marks is great because it's subtle if you don't know what it's saying and extraordinarily obvious once you do. i was so fixated on the themes of obligation and inescapable fate from the moment that magic circle was introduced, and it really did help me unravel the identity and motive of the culprit (though it tripped me up for a bit and i really wanted it to be natsuhi!) and sometimes a chain is just a chain, but even then, this is umineko so it works on multiple levels.

"You won't shoot me," says Alex, which is a confident statement considering the fact that he is currently staring down the barrel of a gun.

"I won't kill you," the assassin corrects, and he snaps a cuff around Alex's wrist before the kid can react.

The other end is just as quickly locked around Yassen's own wrist, easily ensuring the little spy won't have a chance to go off and wreck any more of Yassen's plans; or at least, so Yassen thinks until he sees the grin slowly creeping across Alex's face.

"the grin slowly creeping across Alex’s face" - oh, how the turntables. Love it!

Shaw let out an exasperated sigh. She could already imagine Reese’s laugh when he found out she and Root had been compromised by a thirteen-year-old.

Their number, who by all appearances seemed to be an innocent young girl with bright eyes and a father who’d gotten into some trouble with a local gang, had turned out to be a member of the gang and the true perpetrator of the crime.

Shaw and Root had been sent by Finch to protect her and secure the house while Reese tracked down the father, and they’d unknowingly interfered with the girl’s plans. They’d agreed to a game of hide-and-seek, and within seconds of closing their eyes the girl had somehow managed to crudely tie them to their chairs using a long iron chain she’d gotten from Machine-knows-where, facing back-to-back, and escaped out the front door. She’d even had the foresight to remove and crush both of their earpieces, a cheeky smile on her face the whole time.

(Shaw was beginning to hate children.)

It wasn’t like she couldn’t get out of the chains. It was just embarrassing, that a trained government operative and an assassin had been given the slip by a literal teenager. She twisted in the chains, trying to see if she could reach out with her hand to break part of it over the edge of her chair.

“Root, help me out here, will you? I’m not planning on being chained up in here forever.”

“I wouldn’t mind. It’s pretty cozy.” Root answered, ever the advocate of inappropriately-timed flirting. “Plus”, she added conspiratorially, “I bet we could have plenty of fun with these in our free time.” Shaw rolled her eyes even though she knew Root couldn’t see them and directed Root to the part of the chain she should pull. Root got pulled it taut and together, they moved it in a sudden jerking motion and broke one of the links against Shaw’s chair.

Shaw untangled the chains from around her and let them clatter to the floor. “Maybe after we track down our number.”

(i’m looking back at this and wow that was a lot more than i intended to write)

Edited 2022-01-20 07:05 (UTC)

This is so much fun!

thanks!

"We've . . . been in worse situations." Sam said, tugging in frustration at the metal unfortunately securely wrapped around his wrists - and his brother's.

"Have we, Sammy?" Dean demanded, his shoulders pressing back firmly against Sam's. "Have we really? And stop moving, damn it, this is hard enough without you squirming." he snapped, and Sam opened his mouth to protest - Dean had certainly not been still - when he realised the metal he could feel sliding along his wrist was a thin bar - definitely not part of the chains.

Sam shut up and held still and hoped Dean could get the damn manacles off, whatever it was he was using.

Love how they play off each other!

Thanks!

Natasha might have died with the delicate chain he’d given her around her neck, but she'd left a chain around his heart that he didn’t think would ever loosen. Clint sometimes wondered if there would come a day when he didn’t ask himself repeatedly what she’d think. Would he ever not run through a plan and consider the things she’d taught him without the heartache of not hearing her say them out loud.

I love the longing and grief in this.

do you have an ao3? I’m thinking of posting some of my 3sf fics to there and I’d like to gift it to you (if you want)

I do! My AO3 name is also sincereously. Thank you so much!

Watch Dogs: Legion, Aiden & Jackson, Wrench, interrupted family bonding

Any, any, only rose

The problem with Pete's dimension was that she had never been born in this dimension, and never was that more underscored than when she heard the familiar and unmistakable whirl of the TARDIS when eating at Henrik's.

The date was later, the time was wrong -- and yet she had abandoned her lunch before she could help herself, running foolishly towards the noise out of sheer instinct, "Doctor!" on her lips before she could help herself.

"Ah, hello," said a familiar voice with long-gone ears, his big hands currently attempting to use his sonic screwdriver on what looked to be a gigantic, mutating piece of flora that she thought had at one point been an artificial Rose on a centerpiece but now appeared to have grown fangs and was hissing at them; she smiled, relieved, and for the first time in a long time, felt somewhat at home.

yesss, this is so good and cute! i'm glad they get to find each other in this universe too <3

The rose is gone, the rose must be here somewhere, the rose isn’t anywhere, the rose is cleverly hidden, and they can’t both be true but Maria knows they are. Some roses flourish and others wilt, but that’s true of children and witches and versions of the story as well.

Is it any wonder that a nine-year-old who’s still a kindergartener inside her head, whose mother imposes rules and habits that don’t make it easy to have friends and then yells at her for not having any, whose spells to make the world a little brighter have turned dark and jagged over time, should decide that the flower with a bruised stem marked with gold foil is the only one that will do?

' Some roses flourish and others wilt, but that’s true of children and witches and versions of the story as well.' wow yes that's a good sentence. this is such a good look at this moment, which is the same in so many games, and why it shakes maria so powerfully. children get fixated on the littlest things, but those things aren't little to them, they're the size of a world. (and every once in a while we all need to hear 'it has to be you, no one else will do.')

thank you! "children get fixated on the littlest things, but those things aren't little to them, they're the size of a world." ahhhh maria! and beatrice understands that so intimately, so of course this moment keeps showing up in so many gameboards! i think it was even very briefly in the episode tea party. (hey ow, nice reference to another story about witches and abuse and loneliness)

Any, any, true ocean

"I didn't know it looked like this," he says without realising it; something about the crash of waves seems to wash out the instincts that would've made him bite the words back or at least sand out their edges, so that he doesn't fully hear himself until Zhao Yunlan turns to him in shock.

"You– I thought you would've– you mean you've never been to the ocean before?"

"No, I…" Shen Wei starts to say except the words too crash to a stop, not out of any intention to obfuscate (no more dishonesty, that'd been part of the deal when they both finally got back – and not by omission either, Shen Wei, that definitely also counts –) but from the voice he can't find to explain how on no other occasion have the seas ever looked anything like they do now, seen with Zhao Yunlan by his side.

Ohhh this is lovely!! <3

I don't go here but this is utterly beautiful!

Thank you, I'm glad you read it despite not knowing the series!

The forest used to be an ocean above land, just as fearsome, just as unknowable without a light. Leviathans and pirates have been replaced with wolves and witches but the principle is the same and all it takes is a twisted ankle or swimming cramp to vanish for good.

The teller of the story who once dove deep to seek out the truth of the matter, is drowning now in waves of trees and alternate meanings, none of which is a happy ending.

ooh this is some real good mythology-building, even without the context umineko, but that context makes it that much deeper and richer. it's about telling stories, and finding meaning, and those are the themes of umineko.

also i'm gonna scream about drowning for a minute. look. if you didn't already piece together that drowning is a thing ... i don't believe you, you must have.

thank you! i honestly went back and forth a LOT about whether to call this umineko or fairy tales, because it's one of those things that only means something if you already know what it means, and the same with figuring out what character even fits here, because there are several options and none of them is quite right on their own - thus the pretentious title to sidestep the whole issue.

and excellent, i was hoping to make you scream about drowning <3

Two days and a half after Martinaise, once they eventually run out of excuses to stick around and Kim is left to rest alone in his flat, he gasps for breath like a diver who, his tanks kaput, swam up some forty metres on the miracle of decompressing oxygen alone and has now broken the ocean’s surface, and struggles to believe what fresh air tastes like. Lieutenant Double-Yefreitor Harry Du Bois is all-enveloping and ever in motion, unsounded, unfathomable, hungry, sacred – having reached at last the safety of the shore, salt still on his skin, Kim Kitsuragi is shaken by a shiver.
The blue depths are ever so tempting.

Doctor Who, Doctor/TARDIS, constant

"Hello, old girl," the Doctor says, and the light shines brighter, a welcome home for the gentle push of the door that allows them to be fully together once more. The TARDIS hums with time and life, memories and adventures yet to be, soothing the Doctor from the most recent loss. They have one another, always and ever, no matter what might come.

This is lovely!

Thank you!

Aww, that is, indeed, lovely! Thank you!

Thank you!

They are together once again, the two of them. He is with his new toy, she doesn’t like this one, this one is too demanding of her Doctor. But sooner or later she will be gone and it’ll just be her and hers again. She makes sure the girl knows this. She is not about to be replaced by any stray the Doctor brings home to her. Because at the end of the day, at the end of the year, at the end of all of time, the Doctor is hers and will return for her like they will for none of their companions.

She likes some of them, River Song makes him happy, but River Song is but a chapter in their adventures together and the TARDIS knows that the first iteration of her doctor would have disliked the headstrong River Song. Each iteration brought home different friends but each time they brought them home, to her. The girl is right, the TARDIS is jealous sometimes of his various lovers, but once they get to see her, in a weak, human vessel but the girl is in front of him and he only has eyes for her deteriorating body.

Yes. She may have chosen The Doctor but the Doctor had also chosen her, and continued to choose her every time he came home willingly, with a pet in tow or fresh from leaving one behind. They changed but she existed outside of time and space, they belonged together like no other in the universe, the TARDIS and her Doctor.

Ah, thank you! It's nice to see people still posting fills for this thing.

Thank you! I think I can blame you for giving me feelings about the TARDIS though...

Star Wars: TCW, Anakin/Ahsoka, sparring lessons

(Well, this just feels personal now *snickers*.)

"Come on, Snips. If you manage to keep — and remember to use — both your sabers this time, you get — something. Whether you win the spar or not," Anakin says, raising both eyebrows at her and spinning his own lightsaber one-handedly in that way that makes her insides twist — not because it's a particularly complicated thing to do, it's just that he always looks so — so flippant when he does it, so arrogant, and Ahsoka finds it stupidly hot because she's wrong in the head that way.

She doesn't ask Anakin to specify whether "something" is his weekly meat ration or a shift off from bridge duty; she knows already what she wants, and she lets the promise of it keep her focused, lets it lengthen her reach, deepen her connection to the Force, heighten her awareness of Anakin and herself.

And when she's got Anakin pinned to the mats with her knees on his shoulders and her sabers each at one side of his neck and Anakin is laughing delightedly up at her, Ahsoka takes only a moment to pant and savor her win before saying, "Come on, Skyguy. You have a bet to pay."

I am a completely innocent person who has no idea what you mean.

Anakin is SO HOT here, jfc. I love how frustrated with herself Ahsoka is that she finds his attitude and behavior attractive! I feel you, girl.

And how dangerous of him, to be making such open-ended bets - but knowing Anakin, that is entirely on purpose. Of course she wins with that motivation behind her!!

Hee, they know each other too well not to know what works for getting what they want. It helps that they often want the same things.

Like Master, like Padawan.

The Mandalorian, Din/Bo-Katan, learning the uses of his mouth

He's a fast learner, always has been, and she's a surprisingly good teacher, patient, her hands in his hair both guiding and coaxing. However new this is, however strange and impossible everything about this would have seemed such a short time ago, in the moment his focus is elsewhere entirely. And the first time she gasps out loud, shudders as her grip tightens to the point of pain - that moment he feels satisfaction for the first time since he removed his helmet.

Oh my. YES.

See, I don't need to write the makeouts, cause you're writing much better uses for Din's mouth right here. He WOULD be satisfied with that (and also I can't help but feeling it would be his favorite because, you know, his face is hidden...)

oh no you absolutely still need to write the makeouts

but yes, the fact that this is very much more his style because face hidden was definitely in the background of this

Well, you know, give me some good makeout-y prompts and I'll consider it.

Mmmm this is so good. The dynamic you create between hiding his face between her legs as a parallel/substitute to hiding his face with the helmet is absolutely genius and has me wondering what other ways it can play out.

Any Jin Yong novel/adaptation, any, snowfall.

M*A*S*H, any, midnight coffee.

Hawkeye slumped on a bench in the change room, his surgical gown in the laundry hamper but the stench of bowel and blood clung to his scrubs. The metallic tang of iron filled his senses but it was after midnight and even the jarring scent couldn't quite wake him up. But he couldn't sleep, too exhausted to move.

A hand thrust into his field of view, holding a ceramic cup. The welcome smell of coffee overrode all the bad. He smiled up, surprised to see Margaret looking down at him.

"You need it," she said.

It was luke warm and too sweet but he didn't care. Coffee was life. He was reminded that Hot Lips wasn't all bad. She was exactly who you wanted next to you in the OR. "Thank you. I mean it."

She merely smiled and left him cradling the drink. It was somehow perfect.

thanks

Ah, this is such a perfect deleted-scene sort of moment. <3

thanks so much

Oh, what a lovely moment between Hawkeye and Margaret!

thanks

You get a certain routine to misery - wait around so bored you forget to be scared, wince at the squealing brakes on the jeeps as they rush another toward you with another groaning soldier strapped down on its back, pray to any god that will listen that this guy's heart will keep beating long enough to stitch him together again, finish your sewing, take off the bloody gowns and shake out your blood-soaked boots, stumble into the mess tent and make a joke about what kind of beans they must use to make Army coffee...

The jeeps pull up. Take another swallow, start over again.

(also, love your icon!)

I love the way that long rambling first sentence seems to mirror the endless weariness of the work, contrasted with the all-too-brief reprieve before it all starts over. And the way it's so distinctly Hawkeye even though he's never directly identified. <3

(thanks! :D)

I was rereading prompts and I remembered how much I liked them - can I take your MASH icons?

Sure, go ahead. :D

Thank you! :-)

Lord of the Rings, any, palantír.

Narnia, Lucy/Sea Girl, just leave me your wake to remember you by

Star Wars: TCW, Anakin/Ahsoka, "Lock the door."

(Technically a direct sequel to this fill.)

"Lock the door," Ahsoka throws over her shoulder, undressing as she makes her way to the bunk, letting everything fall to the floor and listening to Anakin do the same.

She pushes him to sit on the mattress with his back against the wall and climbs onto his lap with her back against his chest, and, tugging at the glove he's still wearing, Ahsoka orders, "This too. Off, now."

"So pushy," Anakin teases, but he knows exactly what to do, exactly what she's asking for, so he takes off the glove and offers her his mechnohand — the hand he spins his saber with just how she likes — and lets her do with it whatever she wants.

That mechanical hand does have so many possibilities, doesn't it...

Anakin teasing her about being pushy is the perfect detail, cause she is and he secretly loves it. So freakin hot!!

a sequel to a previous fill, truly I am blessed!!

Mmm, I love that hand so much. Does not get written about nearly enough, imo.

Ahsoka is only as pushy as Anakin, which... *sighs and goes to fill the next prompt*.

She did learn from the best!!

/waits patiently...

Star Trek: TOS, any, turbolift malfunction.

"At risk of being called predictable," said the voice of an understandably, all things considered, exasperated Dr. McCoy from out of Uhura's comm station speaker, "I'm gonna reverse my usual question; I know who's holding up the damn elevator, I just don't know why." Sulu tried his best not to snicker too noticeably, though proximity being what it was, keeping his amusement from Chekov was all but impossible even before factoring in the grin his helm partner was hiding, rather badly, behind an upraised hand. "And has anyone in engineering got an estimate as to just when they're gonna get me outta here,?"

Bless him 😆 love this.

Bless McCoy, Sulu, or Chekov? *giggling* Seriously, I know who you mean, but the question begged asking. Also, thank you!

Ahaha, this is too perfect. I love all of them. XD

XD XD

Love it! Sulu and Chekov trying to keep in their mirth, and poor McCoy.

XD Glad you liked!

Ha! Loved this so much - I could definitely see this happening.

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