Triumphant Return
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threesentenceficathon has its own community and we've already filled up the first post. Second post open over here!
Prompt: Little Mermaid dark AU, Ursula, stealing the voice of a siren for the public good
When the first harpoon slices the water beside her, the witch sighs and thrusts herself up, letting the waves surge around her to ensure she has space as she surfaces, reaching for the shell pendant at her neck.
She holds it before her and takes the thin brittle calcite of the shell between her fingers, bends it, turns it back on itself, twists it and yanks and at last flips the nautilus inside out. The song is released, launching into the air around, driving all who come seeking wonders backwards, away from here, leaving them unmolested.
Prompt: Any, any, 'did you seriously expect me to regret this?'
Clint leaned back against the alley wall, feeling his heart rate go back to normal as the sounds of their pursuers faded into the distance. He nudged his shoulder against Natasha’s, and said, “Remember when you told me I’d regret bringing you in?”
“Yes?” she asked. He just smiled smugly at her—she had just saved his life—and kept smiling as she shook her head and tried to think of a counterargument.
Prompt: any, any, magical girl AU of a property that is really not equipped for it
Metallica began blasting as the pieces of Tony's armour rose from their resting places and began to spin in the air around him. He thrust his arms out to let the components find their positions and clasp shut, connections between each piece lighting up, until finally his helmet settled onto his head and the human interface engaged.
"Still takes too long," he muttered, wondering if he should pick a different song.
Prompt: Any, any, detective and thief AU
It didn’t take Quynh long to realize that her weird immortality was shared by her pursuer. The woman believes so strongly in justice that one might think it was that belief keeping her alive—or the universe’s appreciation for her smooth, confident competence.
Quynh thinks it’s the latter—and is happy to take the implied compliment to herself, as they chase each other through time, through empires, through opportunities.
Prompt: any, any, first kiss
By the beginning of the first caliphate, neither of them remember their first kiss—the first meeting, yes, but not every separate moment after.
“I’m sorry,” Quynh says; “I wish I did.” But there has been so much, so many memories, so many kisses after that one, so many years and so many people; she wants to remember every detail of all her experiences, but she knows her mind isn’t large enough, and writing can never hold the parts you will most wish you remembered.
“It doesn’t matter,” Andromache says, and she means it. “You can always kiss me again.”
Prompt: Goncharov (1973), katya, power
She strokes the smooth metal of the gun, and it feels like power—like strength, like having the last word in an argument, like saying, “Time’s up,” and being listened to.
It isn’t power. With one bullet she would give up all the power she has in her position, in her life, in this dangerous world she moves through, exchanged for fear and insignificance—and she’s going to do it anyway.
Prompt: Goncharov (1973), any, “It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me”
Pre-canon:
They are both so tired of everything, Katya thinks, as Goncharov avoids her eyes, so weary of the world, so ready for something else, and yet somehow they can’t agree to make a common cause to fight for it.
“Is there a reason we keep hurting each other?” she asks the air.
The maid—Sonia—opens the door, and announces, “Andrey Daddano.”
Prompt: narnia, any, here between the country that will not remember our love and the sea
A Telmarine at the end of Prince Caspian
It’s not that she doesn’t love Narnia—just that she loves the cultivated fields, the fresh air, the sun through clouds, the gentle whisper of wind in the trees, the feeling one can have of being entirely alone and surrounded by silence.
Will she ever have that again here? Or will she be surrounded by others at every moment, whether she knows it or not—would an island in another world, a silent world, a world that is not looking at her, judging her, every moment, be so much worse?
Prompt: Narnia/Scarlet Pimpernel, any, we appear to have a vigilante problem
“It is not,” said Caspian, “that I mind so much having them escape justice—actually, can I say I prefer it? It’s better for everyone if the last few Telmarine rebels are out of Narnia, without anyone having to escalate matters to an execution; but if only they would stay in Calormen!”
“Unfortunately, sire,” said Trumpkin, “the reason they are wanted by Narnian justice in the first place is their refusal to allow you to rule in peace; this ‘Pimpernel’s’ actions are just going to give Calormen dangerous intelligence about Narnia’s defenses.”
threesentenceficathon has its own community and we've already filled up the first post. Second post open over here!Prompt: Little Mermaid dark AU, Ursula, stealing the voice of a siren for the public good
When the first harpoon slices the water beside her, the witch sighs and thrusts herself up, letting the waves surge around her to ensure she has space as she surfaces, reaching for the shell pendant at her neck.
She holds it before her and takes the thin brittle calcite of the shell between her fingers, bends it, turns it back on itself, twists it and yanks and at last flips the nautilus inside out. The song is released, launching into the air around, driving all who come seeking wonders backwards, away from here, leaving them unmolested.
Prompt: Any, any, 'did you seriously expect me to regret this?'
Clint leaned back against the alley wall, feeling his heart rate go back to normal as the sounds of their pursuers faded into the distance. He nudged his shoulder against Natasha’s, and said, “Remember when you told me I’d regret bringing you in?”
“Yes?” she asked. He just smiled smugly at her—she had just saved his life—and kept smiling as she shook her head and tried to think of a counterargument.
Prompt: any, any, magical girl AU of a property that is really not equipped for it
Metallica began blasting as the pieces of Tony's armour rose from their resting places and began to spin in the air around him. He thrust his arms out to let the components find their positions and clasp shut, connections between each piece lighting up, until finally his helmet settled onto his head and the human interface engaged.
"Still takes too long," he muttered, wondering if he should pick a different song.
Prompt: Any, any, detective and thief AU
It didn’t take Quynh long to realize that her weird immortality was shared by her pursuer. The woman believes so strongly in justice that one might think it was that belief keeping her alive—or the universe’s appreciation for her smooth, confident competence.
Quynh thinks it’s the latter—and is happy to take the implied compliment to herself, as they chase each other through time, through empires, through opportunities.
Prompt: any, any, first kiss
By the beginning of the first caliphate, neither of them remember their first kiss—the first meeting, yes, but not every separate moment after.
“I’m sorry,” Quynh says; “I wish I did.” But there has been so much, so many memories, so many kisses after that one, so many years and so many people; she wants to remember every detail of all her experiences, but she knows her mind isn’t large enough, and writing can never hold the parts you will most wish you remembered.
“It doesn’t matter,” Andromache says, and she means it. “You can always kiss me again.”
Prompt: Goncharov (1973), katya, power
She strokes the smooth metal of the gun, and it feels like power—like strength, like having the last word in an argument, like saying, “Time’s up,” and being listened to.
It isn’t power. With one bullet she would give up all the power she has in her position, in her life, in this dangerous world she moves through, exchanged for fear and insignificance—and she’s going to do it anyway.
Prompt: Goncharov (1973), any, “It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me”
Pre-canon:
They are both so tired of everything, Katya thinks, as Goncharov avoids her eyes, so weary of the world, so ready for something else, and yet somehow they can’t agree to make a common cause to fight for it.
“Is there a reason we keep hurting each other?” she asks the air.
The maid—Sonia—opens the door, and announces, “Andrey Daddano.”
Prompt: narnia, any, here between the country that will not remember our love and the sea
A Telmarine at the end of Prince Caspian
It’s not that she doesn’t love Narnia—just that she loves the cultivated fields, the fresh air, the sun through clouds, the gentle whisper of wind in the trees, the feeling one can have of being entirely alone and surrounded by silence.
Will she ever have that again here? Or will she be surrounded by others at every moment, whether she knows it or not—would an island in another world, a silent world, a world that is not looking at her, judging her, every moment, be so much worse?
Prompt: Narnia/Scarlet Pimpernel, any, we appear to have a vigilante problem
“It is not,” said Caspian, “that I mind so much having them escape justice—actually, can I say I prefer it? It’s better for everyone if the last few Telmarine rebels are out of Narnia, without anyone having to escalate matters to an execution; but if only they would stay in Calormen!”
“Unfortunately, sire,” said Trumpkin, “the reason they are wanted by Narnian justice in the first place is their refusal to allow you to rule in peace; this ‘Pimpernel’s’ actions are just going to give Calormen dangerous intelligence about Narnia’s defenses.”
