Three Sentence Ficathon 2023 - Roundup Post 2

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The 3SF is officially closed to new prompts as of yesterday and I am still slowly plugging away at filling prompts. Although I'll probably need to turn my writing energy to other things, I'm intending to continue poking at this for another couple of months at least.

Castlevania

Trevor/Alucard, Damn That Cold-Blooded Nature
Prompt: any, any, Sex Pistols (aka Love Pistols) fusion

"It's cold, it's cold, it's so fucking cold," Trevor grumbled, bundled as tightly as he could be in about a dozen layers to ward off the winter chill. His fucking luck, being born to two reptile parents; his temperature regulation was for shit.

Alucard leaned against his shoulder, a line of warmth that penetrated all the way through Trevor's thick coat. "We're almost home. I'll warm you up properly then."

Trevor pressed into that warmth, trying to absorb as much of it as he could. "Does that mean sex?"

Alucard laughed. "Of course it does."

I mean, if anybody was going to be "I am allergic to feelings and also I will have sleep-sex with someone for years before I admit they might mean something to me," it would be Trevor. Although I think Alucard would get his shit together WAY sooner than Shiro did. XD

Trevor/Alucard, Adrenaline Is a Hell of a Drug
Prompt: any, any, "it's not my blood!"

"It's not my blood!" Trevor protested, wiping away the filth that coated his tunic. "Why do you always fucking think it's my blood?"

Alucard strode over to him and swiped a hand along his side; Trevor winced at the unexpected pain from an injury he hadn't noticed.

"Because I can smell that it's your blood," Alucard said irritably.

"Well...fuck you," Trevor said very articulately, right before his legs gave out.

Tiger & Bunny

Gen, Cheerfully Honest Always
Prompt: any, any, a truth spell that doesn't make any difference

"Your cookies are delicious, Blue Rose!" Sky High said enthusiastically. "And they're very tasty, too!"

Antonio leaned across the table. "Hey, Fire, I thought Sky High got hit by a NEXT power that made him tell the truth all the time?"

Fire Emblem rubbed his temple. "Yes, he did."

Antonio frowned. "But...he's not acting any different."

Fire Emblem propped his chin in his hand. "Which is why I'm very glad it was him and not any of the rest of us."

Gen, Memories Reclaimed
Prompt: any, any, of things stolen and reclaimed

Four months after Maverick died, Barnaby got back his first memory—well, the first memory he wasn't actively trying to uncover—of crying after school because he'd messed up a math problem.

He immediately wrote it down.

As he did the next one, and the next, and all the ones after that—uncovering the bits of himself that had been stolen away because they were inconvenient and slowly, carefully putting them back together, piecing together the patchwork of who he had been and fitting it with who he was becoming now, with no one touching his memories but himself.

Barnaby/Kotetsu, The Worst Kind of Hay Fever
Prompt: any, any, chronic hanahaki wheezes in the springtime

Barnaby bent over, coughing, and shook his head when Nathan offered to get him a drink from the corner store. "I'm fine," he wheezed.

Nathan eyed the puddle of yellow sunflower petals piled on the sidewalk, where Barnaby had spat them out like a cat with a hairball. "Are you sure? How long has that been going on?"

Barnaby waved off Nathan's concern. "A few years. It gets worse in the spring with the pollen." He straightened and started walking again. "I'll be fine in a few weeks."

"You do know how to fix it, don't you?" Nathan asked.

Barnaby gave him a flat look over his shoulder. "I will be fine. In a few weeks," he said, in a tone that said the matter was closed.

Nathan debated whether to mention that Tiger had been suffering from the same ailment for the same amount of time, as evidenced by the wet rose petals he was constantly stuffing into the trash at the training center whenever Barnaby couldn't see.

Then again, if those two would prefer to choke on flower petals for half the year as opposed to admitting that they might be in love with each other, well, far be it from Nathan to stop them.

Ryan/Karina, A Hidden Tattoo
Prompt: Any, Any, What do you MEAN you have a tattoo?

Ryan sputtered on his drink. "You!? You have a tattoo?"

Karina crossed her arms with a soft hmph. "What? It's not that big of a deal. I got one with my friends when we all turned eighteen."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Where is it? I've never seen it, and no offense, Princess, but your hero suit doesn't leave a lot to the imagination."

She flashed him a smile that Ryan would've called coy if it were any other person, and sipped her boba tea. "Clearly it still hides a few things, then, doesn't it?"

Barnaby/Kotetsu, Swapped
Prompt: Any, any, bodyswap

Barnaby activated his powers and launched himself forward after the criminal, who glanced back toward him with a too-wide grin and glowing blue eyes.

Suddenly, Barnaby was no longer looking at the criminal, but at his own back, his own body stumbling as though he'd tripped.

He stopped and looked down at himself—a tie and a green shirt and a vest; he was wearing Kotetsu's clothes, which meant—

In front of him, Barnaby watched himself turn slowly, gaping at his hands. "Uh, Bunny?"

Barnaby pointed after the criminal, who was still running away. "Don't worry about me. Get him!" he yelled, and it was Kotetsu's voice coming out of his mouth.

"But—"

"Kotetsu, go!"

Kotetsu swore, but he shot after the criminal, out of sight before Barnaby could even blink.

Barnaby watched him go—no point in following since he had no way of catching up, not without any powers—and sank onto the nearest park bench to stare at his hands, broad and brown with the silver wedding ring on his left finger and the bracelet of purple stones on his right wrist. Kotetsu's hands—now Barnaby's, for the time being.

He'd worn Kotetsu's hero suit before, but this was really something else.

Teen Wolf

Gen, Adopting Werewolves
Prompt: any x Addams Family, any, the Addams adopt [character]

"Werewolves!" The short man with the thin mustache sounded more thrilled than Derek had thought any human would with that reveal. "Did you hear that, Tish? They're werewolves!"

The tall, pale woman with long dark hair glided across the living room, looking less obviously excited than her husband but still smiling warmly. "Oh, how delightful! It's been so long since we've spent time with any werewolves." She turned to the large, and frankly terrifying butler. "Now, Lurch, do remember that they cannot have aconite in their tea. It's a tragedy, I know, but as I recall, werewolves are terribly allergic." She turned to Derek and Laura, a question in her eyes. "Or have I misremembered?"

Laura shook her head quickly. "No. No, you remembered right. Terribly, horribly allergic to aconite. And mistletoe, for that matter."

The woman nodded sadly. "As I thought. Lurch, help them take their bag to their room. Go ahead and get settled, and then dinner will be at six. Oh, Pugsley and Wednesday are out exploring the swamp, if you want to go join them later."

Derek stared at the woman, and then at Laura, wondering what the hell they had gotten themselves into.

Lydia & Deaton, Telepathy Really Sucks
Prompt: any, any, accidental telepathic bond

The front door slammed, and Alan looked up to see Lydia Martin storming into the office with murder in her eyes.

"Can I...help you?" he asked.

Lydia slapped her hands on the counter. "Stiles and I have been telepathically bonded. I need you to either make it stop, or tell us how to make it stop."

Alan raised an eyebrow. "There may be very little I can do, depending on what kind of magic is involved."

Lydia leaned forward, her eyes snapping with fury. "You are going to help us, because if I have to spend one more minute with visions of Derek Hale's hairy, naked ass dancing in my head, I am going to make the Darach's murder spree from junior year look like a Hallmark Christmas movie. Am I clear?"

Alan cleared his throat and lifted the counter partition. "Come on in, and I'll see what I can do."

Scott & Stiles, Good Friends
Prompt: Any, any, platonic bedsharing

Scott climbed into bed next to Stiles, who was lying on his side, facing the wall, and who sounded a lot like he was trying not to cry.

"You know, I could kill Derek for you," Scott said conversationally.

Stiles sniffled. "I could kill Derek for me."

"Yeah, but I thought it might be nice if someone else did it for you. Like a 'sorry your boyfriend's an asshole' present."

"You don't like killing people, Scotty."

That was a good point. "No, but if I ask Lydia nicely, she'll handle it."

Stiles laughed weakly. "Maybe you can just punch him in the face the next time you see him."

Scott nodded and patted his shoulder. "Anything for you."

Yowamushi Pedal

Toudou/Makishima, He and Gomez Will Get on Like a House on Fire
Prompt: any x Addams Family, any, [character] is really an Addams

"Are you sure you want to come with me to visit my aunt and uncle?" Yuusuke asked. "They can be a lot for...uh..."

He wasn't quite sure how to say normal people in a way that wouldn’t offend Toudou.

"Of course I want to come, Maki-chan!" Toudou sounded offended anyway. "Do you think I can't handle your family? Do you think my love for you is that shallow? Your aunt and uncle will love me, because my love for you will make the Pacific Ocean look like a puddle!"

Yuusuke considered how Uncle Gomez talked about Aunt Morticia, and then wondered why he'd been even remotely worried that Toudou would be too normal for them. "You know, I think you're right."

Leverage

Parker/Eliot/Hardison, He's the Little Spoon
Prompt: Any, Any OT3, spoon, fork, and knife

"Parker, I'm not sure that counts as a good question for a personality test," Alec said gently. "I mean, most people aren't going to think about whether they're a spoon, a fork, or a knife."

"They should. It can really tell you a lot about a person." Parker circled the question and flipped it around so Alec could read it. "See, you're the fork, I'm the knife, Eliot's the spoon."

"I—what—I'm a knife!" Eliot protested from behind the sink.

Alec looked over at him—washing vegetables and wearing a violently pink and fluffy "Kiss the Cook" apron that Parker and Alec had gotten him as a Valentine's gag gift. "Y'know what, I was wrong. That's a perfect question."