Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

[rthstewart]

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.

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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!



      

Comments

[shipperslist]

The Witcher (TV), Jaskier & Yennefer, staring

[vialethe]

The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Bo-Katan Kryze, to fear god, envy god, want god (credit to demigodscum)

[be_themoon]

She watches it less than he thought she might. She watches him, more, her eyes never flickering to the hilt he carries with him always now, always fixed on him, and he cannot tell if it is an enemy she is one moment from deciding to end or a threat she needs to assess or a desire for something he possesses she cannot have.

Reading her has been difficult since the moment they met, and it hasn't gotten easier.

[vialethe]

Star Wars: TCW, Anakin/Ahsoka, force bond

[demigodscum]

(*Squeals* this is, like, my favorite thing to write. So of course it's one sentence longer heh.)


It lasts only a moment, but a moment is all Anakin has ever needed.

There is a grounding pull like gravity, making her aware of all the ways her clothes feel wrong, all the ways she isn't being touched, all the pockets of space inside herself where she's been mostly numb —

Then there is a voice that sounds exactly and nothing like Anakin, calling her name in the Force, or maybe it's the Force shaped like her name, calling her, beckoning her closer, making her gasp —

And then Anakin lets go, lets her go, lets Trace's ship pass, and Ahsoka is left clawing at her chest, wishing Anakin had held on for just a little longer.

[vialethe]

Star Wars: TCW, Anakin/Ahsoka, going into heat

[demigodscum]

(I'm an easy catch *grins shamelessly*.)


They're in the middle of a campaign — hell, in the middle of a two-day battle — so of fucking course now is when Ahsoka's symptoms start getting bad enough that Anakin is shaking, and of fucking course now is when he can't be the one to escort her back to the Resolute, and of fucking course now is when Ahsoka can't stop the barrage of images and pleas that make their way across their bond.

Most of it is just semi-incoherent begging, but some specifics are there, too: Anakin sucking on Ahsoka's lekku (always one of his favorite things to do); Ahsoka purring while she rubs as much of herself against Anakin as she can (also pretty excellent); Ahsoka getting fucked by Anakin and a toy at the same time (improbable with the one she's picturing, but they have a smaller one); Ahsoka licking every last inch of Anakin's body, especially where he's sweaty (good except for how he's supposed to just lie back and stay still while she's doing it); Anakin staying hard and inside her while they sleep (impossible, much to his own conflicted relief).

Soon. I'll be there soon, and then I promise I'm leaving Rex in charge and locking the door for the next five days, he sends back, and doesn't let himself be even a little intimidated at the prospect of the chaffing he's absolutely going to get.

[vialethe]

Narnia, Susan, it’s better if you don’t care/but if you do/i won’t follow you again

[ernest]

It’s not that she hates Narnia, she never could, it’s a part of her bones. But to live so long in a place that has a place for you, and then to leave without warning is bad enough; to be called back for the very shortest of times and told that it is the last time is unbearable.

She will make her own life here, plant herself in this soil, and if anyone asks her to uproot all she is a third time, she will have to answer that she is simply too old to be other than she is.

[vialethe]

The Mandalorian. Din/Bo-Katan, her eyes and words are so icy/oh, but she burns/like rum on a fire

[be_themoon]

"I've never -" he says, and Bo-Katan laughs and it feels the way alcohol burns going down, her eyes bright and wild and so, so close. This is all wrong.

"That's really not a surprise." It's a whisper against his lips, almost touching but not quite, and he knows that she's definitely done this before, that she could undo him utterly if he let her.

He finds even if his mind is torn, his mouth knows what to do.

[vialethe]

Shadow & Bone/TGT, The Darkling/Alina, you say my name like you know my dark side/can’t beat the taste of the tears that i’ll cry

SAB, Darkling/Alina

[caramelsilver]

The way she said his name, the name no one said, because no one knew it, made his hair rise, made his skin tingle, made the world brighter. He never knew hearing his name could be so intoxicating, be so addictive - he didn't know it would make him feel like they were closer than they were. When she said his name like that it made him forget that she didn't know the truth, that she didn't really know him at all.

[schoolsasaint]

Hunsel & Gretel: Witch Hunters, Gretel (&/) Muriel, princess and sourceress

[schoolsasaint]

Earth's Children, Ranec & Rydag, new brothers

[senmut]

Ranec had his own doubts on the wisdom of what Nezzie had done, and yet... he'd been the strange one when they arrived here. So he took his turn sitting with Rydag, watching over him, caring for him.

And, very shortly, Ranec decided that Rydag might be the strangest brother he'd ever have... but Rydag was his brother, to be defended and cared for.

[be_themoon]

Mandalorian, Din/Bo-Katan, and I can go anywhere I want just not home / and you can aim for my heart go for blood

The Hero Flying Around Saving Face (The Mandalorian, Din/Bo-Katan)

[vialethe]

“Why didn’t you have it already, if you wanted it so badly?” he throws at her like he must long to throw the darksaber, and his face might be blank as ever, but there’s as much anger in his voice as she’s ever heard him unleash.

It would be a lie to say it doesn’t spark something in her, and an even bigger one to say she doesn’t welcome it, doesn’t embrace that fire blossoming up in her gut, doesn’t want to let it burn away the guilt and the shame and just push it onto him instead, let him go up in flames in her place for daring to remind her of what she’d rather forget.

“No,” she says, keeping her face blank as his (not thinking of her sister, the careful mask of her face) as she crowds in on him, satisfied when he rocks a step back, “you don’t get to ask that - not some orphan who’s never even seen Mandalore, not you,” and if that makes his face move at last, she’ll ignore that too.

[adaeze]

David Attenborough's Green Planet, vicious waterlilies.

[adaeze]

David Attenborough's Green Planet, the plants are coming out fighting.

[smallhobbit]

The plants have long stood by and watched as they have been destroyed, but now the moment has come and they are out to get their revenge. Long tendrils are wrenching chainsaws out of the wielders hands; flamethrowers and those applying them are dowsed; and clipboards and laptops are being snatched and thrown to the winds. The wilderness is marching and planted areas are turning on their planters.

[elementalraven]

lord of the rings, any, the ring corrupts (inspired by this fill)

Legolas

[arveldis]

(I’m so flattered to see my fill being used for a prompt. Thanks! And I’ve had another idea for this subject, so I’m going to sneak this—even more wildly AU-ish—fill in here.)

The shadows fled from the forest, and Legolas looked at the Ring on his finger in wonder: Centuries of corruption melted away—spiders, bats, Orcs, and the malevolent weight of ancient evil were gone—and the bark of the trees grew over the scars left by the fire of the Orcs, and Legolas felt the deep memory of the forest again—primordial and pure—when he pressed his hand against the trunks of the trees.

As the trees whispered of their freedom, he marveled at the power that had so easily healed the forest and brought unlooked-for peace after centuries of the Elves’ hiding themselves away from the encroaching darkness: His father would no longer have to fight a battle pitched against him, ever in danger of being cut down by the Shadow as his own father had been, and no more Elven blood would have to be spilled in defense of these lands that had been watered with the blood of his people.

But even as the darkness retreated from the Greenwood, the Shadow fell upon the neighboring lands, and its foul creatures scuttled underneath the cover of its shade, setting upon Esgaroth and Dale first, then Erebor, then the Ered Mithrin, then the Iron Hills, until the fingers of the Shadow in the north reached to the south to join with Mordor.

[peasina]

The Terror (TV), Goodsir/&McDonald, a helping hand

A helping hand (The Terror, Goodsir+McDonald).

[theseatheseatheopensea]

Night is falling, and McDonald is tidying up the sick bay, with a slow, quiet weariness. The movement of his hands is soothing, and Harry finds his own hands busying themselves--to help, yes, but also to share the burden, to keep out the cold somehow. McDonald meets Harry's eyes, and his smile lights up the room and the winter night--it finds a home within his heart.

[peasina]

The Terror (TV), Goodsir/Collins, rope knot

Rope knot (The Terror, Collins/Goodsir).

[theseatheseatheopensea]

The long winter is no longer a dark, uncertain threat--he feels safe now. He spends long hours by the fire, with Harry, their hands clasped together tightly, like a perfect knot that can't ever be untied. Anchor bend, whispers the sailor within him, and even if a bond as true as theirs doesn't need a name, he still thinks it's very fitting--and so does Harry.

[peasina]

The Terror (TV), Crozier/Jopson, is that boot polish?

[peasina]

MCU, Thor/Loki, a gift of jewellery

[peasina]

MCU, Thor/Loki, underwater

Sea Serpent Superiority (MCU; Thor/Loki)

[kalira]

Thor jerked back, gasped, inhaled water, and kicked up to the surface, coughing a little and spitting out lakewater.

"Do you aspire to haunt my nightmares?" Thor asked as scaly coils wound around him, and then Loki's upper body melted back into himself from the serpent's broad head.

He was laughing, of course - and twining himself more tightly around Thor's body as they began to sink once more. "Are you sure it's nightmares I'll be haunting?" he asked, twisting a little and arching a brow.

Thor grabbed hold of him and couldn't quite resist a smile as he laughed again, but still. . . "Could you wait to use your sexy voice until you're not covered in scales?" he asked, only to be muffled into a biting kiss, Loki's coils tightening around his waist and legs to keep him close.

[peasina]

Independence Day (Movies), Brackish Okun/Milton Isaacs, Purim basket

[peasina]

Star Trek: TNG, Deanna Troi/&Data, Data practises braiding on Deanna's hair

Tell Her How Good She Looks

[silveradept]

"I do not understand this instruction, Counselor," Data says, "for I do not understand why I should 'tell your girl how good she looks' when the braiding is incomplete."

"That's because hair braiding, especially among human women, is a time for gossip and intimate compliments," Troi replied, "or for confidence-boosting before someone does a potentially embarrassing thing like asking someone out on a date."

Data processed this for 2.13 seconds before responding, "I am certain you will catch Commander Riker's attention with this hairstyle, Counselor."

[caramelsilver]

Narnia, girl!Edmund, lost

But Now I'm Found

[last_haven]

They rescued Edith late last night; she remembered Aslan's raiders blowing through the Witch's camp like a gale, lingering long enough to kill a few who stood in their way and plucking her out of her bonds like it was nothing. A centaur hauled her up into his arms and the motion made her so dizzy (or that could be the lack of proper nutrition from the last few days) that all she could do was squeeze her eyes tight and hold on.

Now, the grim centaur sat her down at the edge of camp and told her to wait for Aslan to come to see her. She crouched down and tried not to vomit the little contents she has in her stomach over her boots. While logically she knew she was far and away better off than she'd been before, she almost missed when the Witch had locked her up in her castle. Back then, she'd realized quickly how much trouble she'd gotten herself into, but now she had no idea what awaited her.

Would Aslan kill her? Probably not--he seemed to have some need of her for his plan--but maybe afterward he would have her executed for her crimes. Get rid of her before she could ruin something else. Would he thrash her like the disobedient brat that she was? Would he wrack her across the coals and humiliate her like she deserved?

She began to quake at the sound of gentle padding walking towards her and found she didn't dare to look up. She understood now how a person might die of fright because she could feel her heart race as if it would burst.

A voice called her name, great and terrible as the dawn; she looked up almost accidentally and quietly breathes a small "oh".

She looked into his great gold eyes and a hymn bloomed in the back of her mind as his eyes saw her.

"You are expected, Daughter of Eve. Come and eat, before you collapse from weakness," he beckoned.

She stood, unsteady as a newborn foal, and took her first step.

[caramelsilver]

Narnia, girl!Edmund&/Peter, freedom

[last_haven]

Edith knows she was the one to ruin everything, so she knows she's the one who has to make this right. Peter's would kill her if he knew she'd snuck into the ranks with only a borrowed set of armor and about three days of lessons into how to use a sword. Her armor will fail to protect her, but when she brings her sword down on the witch's wand, for a moment she feels like baring her teeth and roaring.

Getting stabbed in gut is not exactly the celebration she wants, but after Lucy gives her a dose from her cordial, she sits up and lets Susan sob against her side.

"E," Peter says grabbing her by the shoulders to shake her, "if I didn't love you, I'd break your skull. Why can't you ever do what you're told?" But he is smiling, tears dripping from his eyes, and his voice is so warm, warmer than it's been in years, and it doesn't feel like there's a frozen gulf between them anymore.

She should say something glib, something to break the mood; she doesn't though. She lets herself fall into his arms, laughing and crying as they and their sisters grip them tight, gloriously alive and finally unburdened.

[caramelsilver]

Shadow and Bone, the Darkling, all his years

Never Have the Mind to Ask (S&B, The Darkling & Baghra)

[vialethe]

He tells his mother he’s found the sun summoner, and all she gives him is a sidelong look and a sigh, saying, “After all this time, you’re still scared of the dark, boy?”

He thinks of night after night, lost in the muffled black, alone with the shadows until he can’t tell where they end and he begins, whether that point still exists at all, if it ever had; a world leeched of color, of feeling, of sound or brightness giving over to a boy drained of emotion, starved for touch, drained down to the dregs of hope.

“Not anymore,” he says, and leaves her with the tight smile he learned from her face, turning his own to the sun, one last time.

[caramelsilver]

Harry Potter, Draco, pureblood pressure

HP, Draco & Pureblood Pressure

[hogwartstoalexandria]

Silk and reinforced hard cotton, emerald scarf and heavy, ink-black robes; they burden his shoulders; they weigh down his steps; they constrict his ribs, his lungs, his voice. Draco's breath is short, painful, yearning–he longs for what he cannot have and scorns those who do–spite guides his step. He will follow the path drawn for him by his father, shown to him by the delicate hands of his mother, beaten from lumps of dirt into a clear route by his forefathers; and he will hate every second of it.

[schoolsasaint]

Star Wars, Jaina Solo, empress of the galaxy