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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ST:DS9, any, ice cream

Jake had recently introduced Nog to ice cream & he found that he really liked it. All of the flavors, the toppings, Sundaes, Milkshakes were fun.

His father Rom liked it, but said it was way too cold and was perplexed by some of the more odd flavors.

His Uncle Quark considered it another example of the insidious pervasiveness of the Federation and wanted nothing to do with it.

Hehe, this is great, they are all perfectly in character! :D

thank you.

Edited (typo) 2022-01-20 05:25 (UTC)

Star Trek (any), any, mirrors

From his formative years, Vulcans have taught and strive to follow logic over the dictates of their emotional states. And yet, when confronted with one of his selves who went on a different path, there was not wild emotional display, but cold logic, emotional control, and all of the aspects associated with an adult Vulcan in full control of all his faculties.

There must be a deficiency in logic somewhere, then, that would allow a person such as his other self to come into existence in any universe, some element that could not be explained away by mixed heritage, as he knew other Vulcans would suggest as the simplest solution to the problem.

This is incredibly interesting! I loved the last line especially, following to the logical conclusion of the flaws in only following logic.

any, any, collection

Wei Wuxian doesn't know if Lan Wangji is aware of it, but Wei Wuxian knows about his collection: the alcohol beneath the floorboards, the old drawings back from their school days, a flower pressed between the pages of a book.

Knowing Lan Wangji has kept him close all these years, in the ways he could, makes Wei Wuxian's chest feel tight with love and with grief.

They are together now and that is what matters; that is what Wei Wuxian holds on to.

this is lovely :)

"A girl don't need to be afraid of what she'll see" his soft voice rang in her ears. What was that mysterious unknown she would soon see with her own eyes. In the seven kingdoms, there was too much that she didn't knew but nothing prepared her for what Ja'gen present her in the wide hall she entered: a creepy, yet oddly fascinating collection of faces. Speechless she let her gaze wanders over them, stacked in rows from the ground to the barely visible roof.

aaahh what a great and creepy idea for this prompt!

Thank you very much *///*
Glad you like what I came up with

No one understood his collection. Mother thought it was morbid. Ainsley wondered if it would put off friends and lovers. Even Malcolm couldn’t fully understand his compulsion to collect weapons. His serial killer father hadn’t used weapons. The Surgeon used medical equipment to do his work.

Whether or not anyone understood it, Malcolm loved his artfully arranged collection of bladed and blunt force weapons. Sometimes he took out his double barreled flintlock pistol from the eighteenth century, ran his fingers along the gold filigree and imagined being a pirate. He liked to think his collection helped his understanding of forensic psychology so he could do his job better.

In the end, did it matter? His collection brought him joy and what else mattered?

this is cool!

thank you

"I really do need to restock on a few things before our next mission, Kakashi-sensei, I'm- Oh- Oh my." Sakura broke off as Kakashi-sensei ushered her into one of the usually closed-up rooms of the Hatake house - one that was packed with shelves and racks of weaponry and-

Sakura cautiously picked up a set of armour clearly shaped for a small, feminine body and turned towards Kakashi-sensei, eyes wide, nearly stumbling over an actual barrel that appeared to be full of kunai.

"My family have been ninja since long before we came to Konoha," Kakashi-sensei said, hands tucked in his pockets, "this gear is probably better than you can find in the market. Take whatever works for you, if you like."

you can never have enough weapons ;)

Definitely not in ninja lineages. XD

any, any, #min workout routine at home

The Hunger Games, Katniss, there can only be one victor

Snow has already lost, the precautions as bad as the poisons they guard against, and Coin, she can tell, has spent too long fighting in the arena herself to know how to stop when the opportunity presents itself.

She's tried to keep the people closest to her alive, but the rules of the Games are unforgiving: If your opponent presents a weakness, you must exploit it, for there can be only one victor in the end.

She draws the bow, takes sight of where her target is, and, before anyone can suspect her conclusion, aims and fires.

She pulls out the berries. She’s not going to kill Peeta, not after what the capital had promised. How will the capital react to their famed ‘love story’ ending in a double suicide? Peeta looks at her in surprise, shock and love. They raise the berries to their mouths. No announcement comes forth bidding them both winners. They take- Peeta takes the berries, Katniss stands frozen, hand at her mouth and berries safely outside. These are her last moments. Peeta falls while she freezes, and in comes the capitol guards. She had frozen too long, she tries to shove the berries in her mouth but instead her arm is yanked away from her and lifted in a declaration of victory. She can only stare into Peeta’s eyes. He is not dead yet, and watching her.

The Hunger Games, Katniss, nightmares

Her entire life has been nightmares, but only after she was a Victor did they follow her into her dreams: the burning places, the cannon shots, Rue breathing her last and the fox-faced one who would have killed her and Peeta both had he not taken the poisonous berries by mistake.

She watches Peeta struggle with the tracker jacker venom, losing contact with reality, coming back to it, unsure which part is the nightmare and which is the waking world. She understands now that it's not about optics and propaganda, but the cold reality that ever since the first trip up the elevator, she's never left the Games, only changed the arena.

The Hunger Games, Haymitch, finally a potential victor

Haymitch doesn't pay much attention to new tributes, hasn't done in who knows how long. They're too easily lost, here one minute and gone the next, like a candle's light in a poisonous mine shaft.

This girl, though...with the deadly way she handles a bow and the anger sparking behind her cool eyes, here he might have a fire that won't go out.

I like this a lot! Exactly what I was hoping for! Thankyou!

Ooh, yes, this is good.

umineko no naku koro ni, kyrie/rudolf, bonnie and clyde

umineko no naku koro ni, dlanor/erika, elementary

“What’s all this about a single element, anyway?” Erika grumbles, putting the finishing touches on a signature. “Were they not paying attention last game when I climbed into the study to perform a thorough chemical analysis, what do they think molecules are made of, sand and dreams?”

Dlanor stands at an appropriate remove and allows the corner of her mouth to twitch up, quickly enough that the detective she enjoys spending time with will not catch her.

oh erika, love this overliteral truth troll. and dlanor loves her, too, and her quick little smile at erika's grumbling is adorable.

hee, overliteral truth troll is exactly what she is. i love her too!

umineko no naku koro ni, any pairing, valentine’s day chocolate

Rudolf’s still such a little kid sometimes, Kyrie thinks as he shakes the box to guess what’s inside.

His eyes light up as he asks, “Extra bullets for the Winchester,” and she thinks: but he’s her little kid, Asumu never knew what she had in him.

“Go on and see,” she dares, and she doesn’t miss the flicker of disappointment when it turns out to be only chocolates, but they’re his favorite kind so he gets over it and kisses her cheek, and she resolves to get him more firearms at the next chance he gets.

kyrie! rudolf! gosh they really are cute like this, once you've passed the knowledge horizon kyrie and rudolf's shared love of firearms becomes more sinister, but you see how sweet it can be -- rudolf's little kid excitement, thinking chocolates might be bullets, and kyrie's possessive fondness for him, coupled with her resolve to get him what he wants.

love’s labour’s lost, any, too long for a play

The year that Berowne spends in hospital does not exactly have a three act structure, though he supposes he’s following one of two arcs – either his humor shall prove useful in the face of death and he’ll get the girl, or it shall be exposed as foolish vanity and he’ll leave it behind.

But he doesn’t think about this most of the time when it’s all about the day to day, a plodding but fulfilling sort of work. He’s managed to make patients laugh, and shed bitter tears at their parting, and gotten reasonably good at rolling lint when a nurse asks him to, and it’s not a bad life at all, really.

eee berowne. it's so good to see him settle into this life, now that it's not just an abstract challenge in the way of him and the ending, he's connecting with the people and his work and finding another side of himself in it. which is why rosaline made him do it in the first place, but it's not just purging himself of his faults, it's becoming something more. i'm so happy for him!!

thank you! rosaline is a very smart lady with good ideas, and i really am happy berowne gets to use this time to become something more than he was before, a person he always had the capacity to grow into.

hamlet, claudius/laertes, full of dear guiltiness

"We keep this from your father," Claudius murmured, "the old chap would be furious."

Laertes nodded, "Yes, he really hasn't grasped what's acceptable these days. Mind you, I've noticed it hasn't affected his relationship with your new wife!"

eee this was a surprise and a delight, the two things you want from a 3sf fill! it’s so fun to see this pairing before the tragedy, when they still have polonius to contend with and no one’s tried to commit regicide, and they’re so fond and open with each other. good for them, hope nothing bad happens to them.

Thank you :) Maybe, now they're settled into their happy relationships, no-one will be concerned about changing the situation and Hamlet will be sent back to university and out of the way!

“Laertes, you should know that I…” the king cannot finish a sentence that will hurt them both whether he says it or keeps it in, but Laertes knows right then that he wants to hear it, and sooner because they might not get a later.

“Listen,” he says, twining their fingers together as true tender, “I need to be alone for a few hours because there’s just too much, but I wanted this, I liked it, and I’ll find you again so we can talk about what it all means, okay?” Claudius nods, but there’s a panicked look in his eyes, so Laertes does the only thing he can think of, which is to raise their hands and press his lips to each fingertip in turn before they each bring a fist to their chests as a farewell salute.

Edited (html fix) 2022-02-03 16:45 (UTC)

twining their fingers together as true tender oh that’s such a beautiful remix of the phrase. and such a beautiful moment! gosh i’m so proud of laertes of speaking his feelings, and of giving claudius that little bit of reassurance. kissing each fingertip, wow that’s good.

thank you, i love them both very much! and eee, that remix was one of my favorite lines, plus the bit about kissing claudius's fingertips to soothe his panicked look. i'm so glad you liked it!

Star Trek TNG, Picard, "Damn it, Q!"

"Damn it, Q!"

His crew don't even look around to try and discover the errant nuisance of a godling anymore; they are quite used to both the minor inconveniences Q likes to leave in Picard's path and Picard's new habit of blaming even those inconveniences not a result of Q's games on Q.

Picard himself just glares at the figure sitting in midair in the corner of the briefing room, invisible to anyone but Picard and decked out in a strange garment made of feathers and flowers (likely for the sole purpose of distracting and annoying Picard).

Ahahahahaha, I love Picard's exasperation, Q's smugness, and the crew's total indifference/exhaustion to the ongoing weirdness, because just another day on the Enterprise, am I right?

(Feathers! Flowers! Absolute perfection! I can just picture John de Lancie wearing this and having a fantastic time loitering about.)

Thank you so much for this!

Heeee, this is glorious! <3

yessssssssss

"Q!" Picard roared, sweeping his hand around at the bridge full of flowers and chocolates. "I have a starship to run, and my crew cannot be delayed while you attempt to flirt with me."

"Well, that's progress," Q said, "at least now you're willing to see it for what it is."

Edited 2022-02-13 06:46 (UTC)

XD XD XD

YESSSSSSSSSS. Oh, gosh, I laughed so hard at this. What a perfect Valentine's Day treat to find waiting for me in my inbox this morning!

(I bet Troi is happy about the chocolates, though.)

Edited 2022-02-14 14:29 (UTC)

any, any, outsider perspective

Eddie can't help his spit-take at the headline in the morning paper: "Businessman John Chen found beheaded, 5-year-old daughter his heir". The man was an old fixture of the upper-class community in Hong Kong, at least fourth or fifth generation. And who's to be the poor little girl's guardian? Oh, what a shame: it's to be some nanny there were rumours swirling about a few months back about her and her employer. Too bad, Chen Enterprises had some good properties that he could have snatched up.

ooohh interesting!

"What the fu- Is that Keisuke?" Junro pulled his sunglasses off - it was past dusk anyway - and stared at his ex . . . and the slim, pretty little thing curled into Keisuke's side, looking up at him like he was some kind of wonder. "How the hell did he get such a sweet, pretty boy on his arm? Kei is trash!"

"Uh . . . didn't you date Kei?" Isumi asked slowly, looking at Junro rather than the pair across the street.

"I said what I said." Junro said with a huff, crossing his arms.

lol XD

*coughs* >.> XD

"Oh my God, Kaede, have you seen this?" Rei shoved a magazine, open to a two-page spread in the middle, in front of her face. "It's a swimsuit shoot with Barnaby and Wild Tiger!"

"Agh!" Kaede squeezed her eyes shut, but not quite fast enough; it was going to take some doing to get that image out of her brain. "Don't show me that!"

"Why not?" Rei looked confused. "I thought you liked Barnaby."

Kaede stared at Rei; it was weird to come across someone who didn't know at this point. "Yeah, before I found out he was dating my dad."

Rei's frown got deeper. "But I thought he was dating Tigerrrohhhhh my God Wild Tiger's your dad?!"

She slapped the magazine shut and threw it halfway across the classroom, and Kaede buried her face in her hands and really hoped nobody else would want to show her Barnaby's newest photo shoot.

I don't know this fandom, but this sounds pretty wild XD

Ange seeks out the Witch Hunt, the only people who have thought about her family’s destruction twelve years ago as much as she has – more than she has, if she’s being honest, because for years she tried not to think about it at all even when the fact of the explosion is what made her the pariah she is today.

These armchair detectives have all combed through the bottle messages front to back to uncover the real truth, so they know the written version by heart, but the longer she talks to Professor Ootsuki, the sicker she feels – they treat it as a riddle or a puzzle, but forget that each of those victims or potential culprits were people too, not just pieces to be deciphered.

“Thank you,” she says, meaning it, “but looking at the outside of the catbox just isn’t enough for me anymore.”

I'm afraid I don't know this fandom, but I really liked this: "they treat it as a riddle or a puzzle, but forget that each of those victims or potential culprits were people too, not just pieces to be deciphered"

thank you! umineko is a murder mystery game, and that sentence is one of the central sources of tension throughout it, because the mystery of whodunnit isn't nearly as important as the whydunnit.

ange! aah all her complicated feelings, her gratitude to the witch hunt for keeping her family alive at least through their speculations, and her discomfort with having something so personal reduced to an impersonal puzzle, a heartless mystery to be picked over and gutted by seagulls and cats.

(Necessary fandom background: Acatl has taken a vow of celibacy; Mihmatini is his sister.)

To give his superior some credit, Ichtaca supposed he had to admit the man was trying to be discreet. If Acatl-tzin was any other man—say, one who regularly had some sort of social life or maybe a hobby or two—it might even have worked. But Ichtaca saw him every day, and by now he’d picked up on his usual moods. Acatl-tzin was fatalistic, cautious, and diligent to a fault. He’d seen him smile perhaps once, ever.

Which meant that when Teomitl-tzin came by and Acatl-tzin lit up like a torch...well. It was enough to make Ichtaca think, and he wasn’t sure he liked the conclusions he was coming to. Teomitl was the Master of the House of Darts, destined for a life of war and politics. His brother had tried to kill Acatl-tzin. He himself had behaved so abominably during the plague that most of Acatl-tzin’s priests still wouldn’t even look directly at him, and not out of respect. It was true that he was Mihmatini’s husband, but when had marriage vows ever stopped a bored nobleman who saw something he couldn’t have? Ichtaca had seen firsthand how persuasive he could be, how easily Acatl-tzin yielded to him. Even plans for regicide had only been deferred, not stopped, and if Acatl-tzin could be persuaded to break those vows despite how hard he’d clung to them in the face of Tizoc-tzin’s instability...

(Not to mention what the Master of the House of Darts, chosen of Chalchiuhtlicue, could do to a man who turned him down. Ichtaca didn’t even want to think about that.)

It probably wasn’t his place to say anything. They were comrades, not close friends. But he couldn’t simply shut his eyes to unnecessary touches or Acatl-tzin’s smiles or the way Teomitl’s eyes gleamed like a hunting caiman’s when Acatl-tzin walked by. Finally, it was too much. I’ll ask how Teomitl is, he decided, and go from there based on Acatl-tzin’s reaction.

As he approached, it took him a moment to realize Acatl-tzin’s courtyard was occupied. Teomitl was speaking, voice clipped and distant, and he slowed down to listen.

“—rgive me, Acatl-tzin. I overstepped. I don’t mean to press my affections where—where they’re not wanted—mmph.”

Ichtaca knew what he would see and that he didn’t especially want to, but he cautiously peered around the entryway anyway. There was Acatl-tzin with his arms around Teomitl, kissing him with surprising ardor; Teomitl was stiff with shock, but then melted into it with a happy sigh.

Grimacing, he turned away. My lord, I hope you know what you’re doing.

Labyrinth, Jareth/adult!Sarah, how you turn my world you precious thing

Somehow, despite the years, she still carries the stars in her eyes; she even has the haughty tilt to her chin, but where it betrayed her immaturity before, now it just reminds their subject who is queen here. Damn him, it takes all he has to not fall to his knees and worship the swoop of her collarbone.

Instead, he grimaces at the cracker crumbs she leaves in their bed to keep from gawking at the sight of her between the sheets. "If I didn't love you so much, I'd throttle you."

"Charming," she quips and then pinches his hip. "I guess I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight."

Quickly, he nearly tosses himself across her lap to keep her in place. "I," he announces loudly, "have decided to forgive you."

She can't even stop her giggle as she pats his cheek. "How generous of you."

"You have no idea," he murmurs, pressing kisses from her wrist on up, silently thanking whatever kindly fate brought her back to him.

This is GORGEOUS! I love it, thank you :)

Jareth came awake to the ripple of the Labyrinth's magic surging, almost dizzy as it swept over him, urging him even as he reached out to find. . .

Sarah.

Jareth smiled as the Labyrinth's magic rose again, all but singing with glee; he'd known his Queen would return, and however long she made him wait - however it ached - would be little more than a heartbeat to one of his kind, in all his impatience, aching for her to come to him freely, as he'd offered himself to her.

Beautiful! Thank you :)

Thanks! ♡

any, any, somebody save me

Beatrice knows what an unsustainable situation looks like, knows how easy it is to pretend that things aren’t so bad, really, right up to the moment that something’s got to give. Not a single member of this horrible family deserves anything the family has done to them, not even the worst of them, not even the patriarch who time and again ends up burning in a furnace where he belongs, but Beatrice knows just how to make it end for good.

She needs someone to save her from this island where every outcome is a bad one, and she knows just the person to figure her out in time, so she screams the one thing she truly wants: Please Stop Me.

Edited 2022-01-19 23:01 (UTC)

oof it's tragic that for beatrice being saved is the same as being stopped, but it's the only hope she has, the miracle she spins her roulette for. and 'not a single member of this horrible family deserves anything the family has done to them' is a particularly tragic phrase, because they are the family, they're doing this to each other and themselves, but the family's more than them, and they're all at the mercy of it.

thank you! that phrase took a lot of tweaking before i was happy with it, and yeah! yeah!! they're all at the mercy of this thing they're a part of, and she can't find hope anywhere but the roulette and the miracle, it's gone too far for anything else.

Inside his armor, Tommy shudders and quakes; his actions play out before him, but they're not his, but that of a stranger, a man possessed by power and vengeance.

He doesn't want to do this; the Rangers, he knows now, are the first friends he's made in Angel Grove and he doesn't want to fuck this up, but still he brings the Dragon Dagger to his lips, plays the sacred melody, watches the Dragonzord rise from the ocean and rain hell on his new home.

He's their worst nightmare and he knows it, and he can't do anything to stop it either.

aaaack, I'd never considered the trapped-in-his-own-head angle for Tommy, what a nightmare D:

It's my favorite Tommy headcanon, just for the angst factor.

"I'm going to die." Reki moaned, fingers trembling as he tried to hold on to his board, looking across at the flamboyant, crazy devil. "I wish there was- I can't-"

"All right." Langa said, startling him, and patted his shoulder. "Hey, Adam! Skate against me instead!" he called, and Adam looked like he was about to explode with glee; Reki stared up at his best friend.

"You can't- I can't let you do that!" Reki protested. "You can't just- like . . . sacrifice yourself to-"

"It's not a sacrifice," Langa said, crouching before Reki and cocking his head, "I really enjoy skating against Adam." he grinned, a faraway look shading his eyes as Reki shuddered, looking past him at Adam, watching them avidly.

Maybe Reki wasn't the one who needed saving, he thought miserably.

I don't know who these people are, but I liked this anyway :)

Glad to hear it, thanks! ^.^

any, any, ice-cream sundaes

Luo Binghe has no business eating a sundae in public. He's a protagonist in a sex romp of a fantasy action novel, dripping with sexual charisma for everyone to see, and now he's licking things?!

Shen Yuan glances around nervously, expecting the other people on the beach to notice, any moment now.

lol! I love when I don't have to know the fandom for a ficlet to be funny :)

Lol! I'm glad the idea came through! And thank you for prompting!

any, any, sunshine on a rainy day

It is a certifiably miserable day in Shanghai, the sky grey with smog and the rain can’t seem to make up its mind whether to fall or to stop. Jing Jing’s phone buzzes with a message from Zhai Liang:

Zhai Liang: Sorry to break it to you, girl, but I think your boyfriend might have found a new love

Her mood, which prior to this has been mirroring the Shanghai sky, suddenly brightens as she gazes at the photos with a silly smile on her face for a long moment.

Jing Jing: Your dog?

Zhai Liang: Might be his dog after this, to be honest, if he can figure out how to get it from Shenzhen to Shanghai. Does either of your buildings allow pets?

Jing Jing: You think we have time for a dog?

Zhai Liang: Oh right, with how you both work, getting either of you a pet probably counts as animal abuse

Jing Jing: 😞

Jing Jing: Cute though.

Zhai Liang: The dog?

Jing Jing: The engineer 😊

Edited 2022-01-19 03:22 (UTC)

"C'mon!" Naruto urged, an arm sliding over Sakura's shoulders and the other curling around Sasuke's waist. "It's a perfect day! For staying in and cuddling in bed all day, right?" he wheedled, tugging at them before letting go and practically bouncing back over to the bed.

Sakura took a last look out the window at the gloomy, grey day, then glanced at Sasuke; he arched a brow, tilting his head towards the bed, where Naruto was perched in the middle waiting for them with a sunny smile.

Tamamizu's wedding finery was a garland of gardenias and pink carnations draped over their usual palace garb, and their attendants were sparrows chirping like the chiming of bells. Other than that it was only them and their thoughts, as torii gates gave way to towering pines.

Am I worthy of this? Do I want this? Maybe I should just shed this guise, claim my fur again and run off into the woods.

They weren't going to do that - they loved their Emperor and Lady too dearly - but they couldn't deny the uncertainty twisting in their belly as they walked. Marriage and vows and such were for mortals - they weren't meant for this. Was this right?

Even as they thought the words, the sunshine started to glitter as the skies blessed the forest with a fine, misty rain.

Smiling, Tamamizu turned their face up to catch it. Now it was right.

(Follows/precedes this fill, source this vid (relevant bit starts at 4:00). References the Japanese language of flowers (although I'm pretty sure that's an anachronism for this setting, lol) and 'the foxes' wedding', the Japanese term for a sunshower.)

Edited (fluffed up a pronoun) 2022-01-29 00:39 (UTC)

Aww, that's nice :)

The conch shells woke them both up, but even though Acatl knew it was dawn and they needed to make their devotions to the gods he couldn’t bring himself to reach for his knife. For one thing, he could barely see it; it had been raining when they’d fallen asleep and it hadn’t stopped yet. Sunlight seemed like more of a faint suggestion.

Teomitl had a little more energy, or at least a little more determination. Grumbling indistinctly, he rolled upright to grab paper and the ball of grass studded with maguey spines that had somehow migrated to Acatl’s sleeping chambers to join multiple spare embroidered loincloths and a very nice pair of gold-beaded sandals in the pile of things Acatl was sure hadn’t been property of any High Priest. “Grnk,” he said as he nicked his scabbed-over earlobes and mumbled his way through a prayer to the Sun.

Once Acatl might have chided him for sloppiness, but now he just accepted the papers Teomitl held out to him to catch his own blood as he muttered a prayer to Lord Death and to the Sun that was definitely, probably behind the clouds somewhere. He would burn them in the hearth when he was capable of getting up, which he didn’t think would be anytime soon. It was just so dark out. Every fiber of his being wanted to be asleep again.

“Should eat something,” Teomitl muttered. “Breakfast.”

He started to reply, but his own yawn cut the words off. In a moment, he wanted to say. Let me just rest my eyes first.

There was a soft huff of amusement. “I can make some atole for us.”

Reluctantly, he wedged one eye open. If Teomitl was going to cook, he wanted to make sure his lover didn’t burn the house down. “...Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Go back to sleep, love.”

Teomitl smiled at him, and the sun came out.

Edited 2022-04-25 04:02 (UTC)

Alice, Alice/Hatter, dance with me

are you looking for SyFy Alice, or something different? just want to make sure i write the right thing for this <3

Yes, that's exactly what I meant, but thank you for checking :)

Hart of Dixie, any, that's how we do it in the south

Gilmore Girls, any, the perks of a small town

"The thing I hate the most about living here is that if you ever do anything, the whole town knows about it," Rory said, flopping on her bed.

"That's the very best thing about living here," Lorelai countered, "because it means every single thing that I do wrong, improperly, or not to Mom's impossible standards goes straight to her ears, no need to explain myself or defend myself."

"This is sarcasm, right, delivered with a completely straight face and no indication at all that you're being sarcastic, which you are extremely good at, by the way, but I am asking just to be sure, you're being sarcastic, right?"

Ha! That's fab, thanks :)

MCU, any, lovers in a dangerous time

Any, any, misunderstandings

“Oh, but you are teasing me again!” Miss Morland laughed after a moment’s indecision.

Henry smiled in chagrin at his predicament since, having taught the lady to presume he was not serious, it was no surprise she should continue past the point when his praise of her was meant in all sincerity.

any, any, vitamins

"Cor blimey, Prof, you look like a bleedin' zombie."

"What an extremely original idea," Fendi sneered, not looking up from his computer screen. "What was it that tipped you off? The skulking? The dim atmosphere? The nocturnal habits? The blood fetish? Don't leave me in suspense, detective."

Lucy rolled her eyes. The pottymouthed Fendi was always like this, and she wasn't any more impressed with it than when he raved about murder and shite.

"Nocturnal my arse, you leave on the stroke of five bong and not a second later."

"Because I can't imagine why I didn't want to stick around..." Fendi groused. Lucy ignored him.

"I mean, you look Hank Marvin and I've never seen you eat but what Kat forces down your gob."

"Because I'm a zombie."

"Because you're a beanpole is what! I could knock you down with a breath!"

The clicking at the computer stopped. He turned toward Lucy, and she saw it was the placid Al. It was all in the face and the way he carried himself. And the way he talked of course. Fendi must be fed up if he left this conversation to his 'better half'.

"Lucy, you really don't have to trouble yourself."

"That's a crock of shite and we both know it, Prof."

"I take vitamins. I'm doing fine."

"You got nauseous when I had that sarnie on the train."

"That was..." Al's eyes grazed the room, before snapping back onto her, a habit. "I get motion sick. That's all."

"Uh huh. And when your skin and blister came over with a surprise takeaway pizza and you just happened to head over to the john?"

Al sighed. Drummed his fingers. Gaze darting about the room. Lucy had more evidence in wait but she wanted to see if she could wait him out first.

"Fine, I don't like the sound people make when chewing. Happy?"

"Yes! God, what a production." Chalk up another mystery solved by Lucy Baker!

"Mm. Quite." Oh, Al was grumpy now.

"You know you can just tell me things instead of giving me the vague smile treatment, right?" She fiddled with her cuff, breaking eye contact to give Al a break. "We're good enough pals, right?"

His face softened, as much as it ever did anyway. "Of course," Al looked like he was about to change the subject, but then Fendi took over instead. "So if I tell you to knock off that infernal racket before I silence you permanently..?"

Lucy laughed. "Bloody hell, Prof, I can take my lunch elsewhere! Don't get your knickers in a twist."

"Good, it's disgusting. Completely puts me off my appetite. Makes me want to bash your head against the table."

Ahh, there was the Prof she knew! "As if your little twig arms could do it."

"I could use a weapon. Lots of murderers were physically weaker than their victims."

"Why not poison me instead? It'd be loads easier."

"And lose out on the splatter? I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The Prof was a piece of work sometimes, but Lucy was glad he was about. And he'd stay that way if she had anything to say about it!

“Do I have to eat that?” Kagami whined, wrinkling his nose.

“It’s good for you,” Madara said absently.

“Besides,” Izuna added with a vicious grin, slopping another spoonful of cooked greens onto Kagami’s plate, “if I had to eat it, so do you.”

Gravity Falls, any, haunted house

Dipper has gone to a lot of haunted houses in his time, most of them for the sole purpose of breaking his jumpscare reflex, which he discovered to be kind of overactive in his time at the Mystery Shack.
This one's a bit different, though; the scares are pretty tame, of course, but as he makes it to the exit, he can't help the question.
"So, I've gotta ask," he says, as conversationally as if he was asking about one of the spring-loaded fake-spider launchers, "why are a bunch of actual, legitimate ghosts running a hokey, fake-looking haunted house?"

I love this!

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