#three sentence au

[myth-blossom]

Diana/47, bodyguard AU

Hi Belle! Thank you for the ask 😊 here's a 3-sentence tease of that bodyguard AU!

"Do you like taking risks, Tobias?" she asked, appraising him in the mirror's reflection. "I will do whatever is required of me, Ms. Burnwood." "Excellent." She held his gaze as she slowly applied her lipstick, her soft crimson lips soon teasing him with a smile. "First things first: call me Diana."

Ask Box is Open! Three-Sentence AU

[meltedredweasels]

I kinda want a soulmate AU where on your eighteenth birthday your soulmates last name appears somewhere on your body

But in this universe Steve gets adopted by Hopper and changes his last name after high school

On his eighteenth birthday Eddie finds Hopper written on his neck and is so confused because the only Hoppers he knows are, the chief of police (who’s almost busted him for drug dealing multiple times not to mention several years older) and his daughter (who is much younger and definitely not his type (guys))

Steve has Munson written on his hip and he knows it’s probably Eddie but he doesn’t bring it up because Eddie probably hates him for who he was in high school

Then one night post Vecna they’re in the back of Eddie’s van out by the quarry and they get on the subject of soulmarks and Eddie asks about Steve’s

(Because he’s been slowly falling in love the last few months and even though it won’t be his name on Steve he still needs to know who the lucky person who has Steve as a soulmate is)

And Steve goes quiet

Eddie’s just about to start apologizing and backtracking when Steve pulls up the hem of his shirt

Munson

Right on his hip in deep red letters

Eddie just stares trying not to let his feelings show

“What’s the matter”

Unable to come up with words Eddie moves his own hair and twists his neck to show Steve his soulmark

“Oookay, why is this a problem?”

Finally Eddie can’t take it anymore

“Because it’s Hopper and not Harrington! Because the only Hoppers I know are the chief and El, and it’s definitely not either of them! Because I wanted it to be you! Because I love you!”

By now Eddie’s full on crying and Steve’s comfort instincts take over and he pulls him onto his lap rocking him back and forth until his sobs dissolve into hiccups

“Would this be a good time to tell you that Hop adopted me and my last name is no longer Harrington?”

[adrift-in-thyme]

...more fairy time? 👀

“So,” Legend crosses his arms on the bank and rests his head on them, fins on his ears rippling in the gentle breeze as he regards the fairy before him with a quizzical eye, “what’s it for you? Curse or gift?”

Time smirks, eyebrow quirked. “Neither. Fairy is in my blood. Or, so I’ve been told.”

Legend chuckles, drily, and flips his tail, spraying water up into the hungry soil beside the stream.

“Well then,” he says, unperturbed by Time’s scowl as crystal droplets splash onto him like a torrential downpour, “aren’t we a pair? A mer and a fairy.”

[skyward-floored]

Your word for a three sentence thing is 'Fairy'. Happy writing!

“Okay okay, wait, lemme get this straight,” Legend said, standing up and pointing at Hyrule, “you’re part fairy... Time is part fairy... Warriors is part fairy... does anyone else want to fess up to being part fairy?!”

Twilight glanced at Time, then slowly raised his hand with a sheepish expression.

Wild looked between them both, then shrugged and half-raised his hand as well, and Legend groaned, putting his head in his hands.

[winterinhimring]

This isn't a romantic pairing, but your response to my tags the other day made the potential too potentialful. How about Harry Osborn and Peter Parker (Raimi verse) in a Pacific Rim au for the 3 sentence ask game?

OK, you're officially my favourite person tonight. I needed an excuse to write Peter and Harry – and platonic pairings are fantastic also! (But oh noooo, how shall I ever keep this to just 3 sentences??? Let's see.)

Peter Parker has kept a lot of secrets over the course of his life, and drifting with someone you're trying to hide anything from is up there on the 'world's worst ideas' list right up next to 'face down a kaiju single-handed because your best friend's dad thought he had the secret to winning the war and actually called a monster that almost ate Manhattan' – actually, Peter has done that, and it's part of why he has so many secrets, and part of why, when he came back to the Shatterdome, he refused to so much as consider drifting with Harry Osborn, despite the fact that he found himself cutting through the other recruits like a hot knife through butter, despite the fact that he and Harry were best friends for so long (before Peter failed to save Norman even if he did save Manhattan, before Peter disappeared).

But now there isn't any other choice; there are two kaiju closing in on the Shatterdome, the Spider needs pilots, and honestly, everyone on the base has known Peter and Harry are drift-compatible and ignoring it for months.

The drift is nothing, their teachers have always told them, and you don't follow the memories you see, but even though Peter found that to be true in the past, it's not true now, because the drift is everything Peter's tried to hide; it's regret and loss and loyalty and love and it's Harry's loss and bitterness and regret too – but then all the secrets and all the anger flow past them, carried away by the river, and the connection between them snaps into being like it was always there, without words, but with a distinct meaning anyway: my brother, you're finally here, what took you so long?

Thank you for asking this! I gave myself so many feels writing it and might be tempted to actually write this AU now...ask game is here and open to everyone!

[owlafterhours]

me sliding in ur inbox for that ask challenge if ur still doing it...

freud/rusty, independent merc freud (which means v.i snail, v.ii o'keeffe and v.iii rusty (or v.ii rusty hmmm) au??

yeah!! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT it's given me the wyrms...I think here, Rusty would be just a taaad more brash/arrogant than usual bc he'd be the ace in the Vespers, whilst Freud is,

Well, Having The Time Of His Life because he can really pick and choose what he wants to do, but he's also not got a Snail to shove all his paperwork off to wwww

but here's the sentences:

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LOCKSMITH’s screaming all kinds of alarms at him right now, but Freud - Freud can’t hear them through the euphoria of seeing STEEL HAZE in a similar state, heavily damaged but still so poised and defiant.

“You, unmuzzled,” he said, breathlessly, into the mic, “Are a sight to behold.” 

The sharp intake of breath from Rusty is audible and Freud grins, pushing forward on LOCKSMITH’s accelerator once again.

[myalchod]

For the three sentence fic... Silrah + fake dating/marriage pretty please 💜

Well ... I was going to write just the one, but I can't pick between them, so have a stab at each? 💙 It was so tempting to write one of these as a canon AU but I felt like that would have been cheating. 😂

Fake Dating:

She knows she gives herself away as soon as the familiar manse looms into view, though she’s pretty sure Saul would have known even absent the reflexive tightening of her fingers on his arm with how long they’ve been friends, even if he gives no sign of the pain he must feel at her death-grip, just shifting so his shoulder knocks companionably against hers in silent acknowledgement and sympathy; when she loosens her hand once more he slips his arm free, and she thinks he’ll move away but he only slides it around her waist instead, palm curving warm and solid and reassuring over her hip, and her startle this time has nothing to do with memories of a life she’d gladly walked away from suddenly slamming into her with the weight of all of her years away.

“Alright?” he murmurs, voice near as warm as his touch, and some of the tension ratcheting through her eases as she is reminded of why she’d asked him to come with her, the easy comfort of his presence steadying her in a way no one else can — why, in a moment she does and does not regret already, she’d added and could you pretend to be my boyfriend?, when it meant he could not only accompany her for what promises to be an excruciating family reunion but stay close, just like this, through all that she knows awaits her.

There’s a world she’s not ready to face again behind that imposing front door, but she’s got him at her side, and they’re armed with a pretence she hopes will prevent at least some of the questions she wants to avoid, and so the smile she offers him is less forced than fond; with that, surely she can weather anything the day throws at her, and so she just threads her fingers into his belt loop and leans closer still to murmur an affirmative as they start up the stairs.

Fake Marriage:

“I don’t believe you,” he persists, and Farah rolls her eyes, surreptitiously searching for an exit as she does so; inconsiderately, none appears, and she damns again the distraction that left her backed into a literal corner by a man just drunk enough to belligerently call out the ring she wears to fend off most would-be partners when she just wants a relatively quiet night of drinking — a ring that has done her more harm than good this evening, when it’s been the cause of what is shaping up to be an ugly altercation.

A hand settles on his shoulder; a face dimly familiar looms in shadow behind him, and her frown clearly telegraphs enough because he turns, ready to protest further, only to be pushed out of the way. “Farah, love,” her unexpected saviour says as he extends his other hand her way, and she’s suddenly more grateful for the support of the wall at her back than his intervention as she recognises dark hair and pale eyes and that self-deprecating smile, properly registers the even more familiar voice, and a past long dead floods back, “I wondered where you’d gotten to.”

[ send me another ] [ all fills ]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Eine dreiköpfige Familie :-]

[mios-art]

“A few days ago I received this letter from a certain P. Verlaine, it was slipped under my door. I can’t seem to be able to open it, I even tried tearing and burning it, but it won’t budge.”

“Who’s this ‘P. Verlaine’? Someone you know?”

“No, and that’s not even the most interesting thing about this letter, take a look at it.”

Atsushi reaches for the letter, but recoils before touching it.

“Dazai! There’s a spell on this envelope!”

“…”

“What does it say?”

“Say hello to Chuuya for me.”

To the castle! : Next

[hjemne]

Babygirl I have 38 thousand words of incomplete trigun fic spread across 8 wips and have no idea how to even start dealing with it

[arecaceae175]

Fairytale! I think that could be fun as either being set in a fairytale or maybe someone isn’t feeling well so one of the others tells them stories to feel better.

Prince Sky sighed to himself and let his head fall forwards to rest against the door. His hand was on the knob, but he couldn't bring himself to open the door.

Knock knock

Sky gasped and stumbled backwards.

"My prince?"

"Yeah," Sky said, clearing his throat. "Come in, Wars."

Sir Warriors opened the door and quickly pushed it shut behind him. He looked at Sky, then his face slid into a sly grin.

"Were you-"

"Don't worry about it," Sky interrupted, smoothing down his clothes.

Warriors shook his head with a smile, which Sky returned.

"Are you ready, your highness?" Warriors asked.

"Again, Wars, Sky is fine. I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," Sky said.

"Is something wrong?" Warriors asked.

"Sun and Groose are taking the horses out today. I just... would much rather be out with Aepon. Instead I'm stuck in knighting ceremonies all day," Sky said.

Warriors bit his lip and glanced to the side. Sky's back straightened, intruiged. Warriors would never show so much expression in front of others, but was lucky enough to know his friend's tells.

"What? Is there going to be drama? Something interesting?" Sky asked.

"No one's supposed to know, but... the Oracle predicted that the next Hero is in the castle today," Warriors said.

Sky gasped. "The Hero... here? Today? Does my father know?"

Warriors nodded. "His Majesty is prepared. The Oracle will be in the ceremonies today to find the Hero."

Sky clasped his hands together and bounced with glee. He had to get all his feelings out before the ceremony, where he had to play the part of a perfect Prince in front of the Royal Court.

"This means we could finally put an end to the Warlock! Oh, I can't wait! The people could know peace again!" Sky said.

Warriors smiled, and gave Sky a look he couldn't quite decipher.

"What?" Sky asked.

Warriors' smile grew. "You're a good Prince. You'll make a fine king, one day."

Sky blushed madly, and cleared his throat. "Um. Thank you, Wars. Let's go."

[moosemonstrous]

(both this and previous chaper on AO3 - we're getting into some of Eli's less charming personality traits here, so, yknow. Proceed at own risk.)

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - internal monologue

It’s T plus twenty one and Robbie never wants to pilot a jaeger again.

He readjusts his (the jaeger’s) grip on the deep gash in the demon’s hide and punches it again, and again. He’s fairly sure his eardrums will never be the same again from the deafening scream it makes when The Charger’s (his) fist connects with it’s ugly snout. Logically, he knows the spray of corruption hitting the outer hull isn’t actually touching him, that it’s being immediately washed away by the ocean waves, but if it was up to him he’d be dropping the beast and backing away as quickly as he’s capable of.

Oh, get over yourself. He pulls his arm back, The Charger following suit less than a thought later, and throws the length of the chain that serves as The Charger’s primary melee weapon over the demon’s head. It wraps around its thick neck and Robbie has to dig The Charger’s feet into the ocean floor not to be dragged along when it bucks. This is the fun part!

He’s not having fun. He was supposed to be taking pot-shots at the beasties swimming ahead of the demon. He wasn’t supposed to even see actual combat. Captain Danvers told him to stay back. What the hell is wrong with him? Can you not just enjoy something for five goddamn minutes? Focus, it’s going for a bite—

Razorback roars and swerves left. It's not a conscious decision to raise his arm and bring the jaeger’s elbow down on its flat head, but the resounding crack feels extremely satisfying. Coyote Tango is right there to take over, grabbing the demon’s tail to fling it deeper into the ocean, the chain going taunt in his hands.

“Charger, stand clear,” he hears. Clear of what? Fuck that, you’ve got it. Reel it back! “Charger, move before you get hit!”

Robbie drops the chain in panic – move where? Before he can even begin figuring out the display screens, he’s already moving, pulled along in a wave of the grey-blue memory. He’s looking at his dad – he knows it’s him in the other console, even with the helmet covering his face – and barks pull left, now! The jaeger trips, its shoulder hitting the water before he manages – just – to right it. He has no idea what’s the protocol for collecting a jaeger from underwater, and by this point LOCCENT might just leave him there.

He did dodge a laser beam from Romeo Blue’s reactor cannon by a hair though. It hits Razorback directly in its open maw, its black blood spilling into the ocean like an oil slick. Show-stealers.

Fuck you, he thinks to himself. You’re not a hero, you don’t know what you’re doing and you shouldn’t. Be. Here.

Hey, the demon came at us! If the heroes were doing their job—

There it is. He can feel something shift in the drift, like a pebble in his boot rolling somewhere he can’t ignore it. It’s so much harder to chalk it up to exhaustion when he’s one hundred percent, absolutely sure that if he turned his head to look, he would see someone else in the empty console on his right.

Now that’s crazy talk. Go on, look. No one’s there.

I know!

“Charger, status report.”

He looks up from the water; Eden Assassin is grappling the demon in its dying throes, Coyote Tango reading to deliver the final blow. “Uh.” His eyes move to the status display of their own volition. If he can read it, can’t they? They’re checking you haven’t fried your brain, dumbass. Haven’t I? “All systems functional. Minor damage to the right hand—” he bites down on ‘from all the damn punching’. His voice is all wrong, like he’s trying to put on an accent.

There’s some crackling on the other end of the comm, as if the hardware itself could tell he was about to make a terrible joke. “Copy that. Try to find that chain before it winds up on a beach somewhere, huh?”

Razorback’s head sinks under the surface of the ocean. Is it dead? Oh God, it’s dead. Please be dead. Coyote Tango grabs it by the spike on the back of its head – it must be dead.

Oh yeah it’s dead. He doesn’t feel the intense satisfaction radiating from that sentence, but when he glances to the second console, it’s still just empty rigging. Give it a rest, would you?

Robbie must be going insane.

Well, what else is new.

It’s T plus twenty four, or rather T minus however long until the next predicted arrival.

Most rangers go up into the helicopters for extraction – with the drift shut down after the fight, nobody wants to spend six hours flying back to Hong Kong when a military aircraft can take you there in two – but Robbie decided to stay put.

“I can come down if you need help detaching,” Cho offers. Robbie didn’t realise until then he came along rather than staying behind on LOCCENT bridge.

“It’s fine,” he says after a moment to make sure it’s him speaking. Really? “Can you, uh, mute me?”

“Ah,” there is a pause. “Look, if you need to freak out—”

“Can you mute me or not?”

“Sure, sure. I’ll be back in half an hour to check on you, though.”

You don’t actually believe he won’t listen.

There’s a soft click in his comm link, then static. Good enough. He reaches to pluck it out of his ear, then turns to look at the second console – empty.

“What,” he asks, feeling faintly ridiculous, “the fuck was that.”

Silence. He’s tempted to pull his helmet back on, to get back into the drift and dig into one of those flash-and-gone memories that can’t possibly be his. There is no way to hide that from mission control, though, and you can’t risk them knowing you’re losing the plot.

There. If he pays attention – and he’s definitely paying attention now, even though every bone in his body feels like it’s on fire – it’s not him. Thorough the fight, he’s been more and more aware of it with every decision he made just before he had any way of knowing it was an option. The chain – he knew about the chain, he saw it’s containment unit on The Charger’s blueprints, he saw it in the old footage from when his dad was piloting – but he didn’t practice with it. Brooks was going to pull out some ropes in training after his first run. There is a perfectly functional extendable staff in the jaeger’s arm he was supposed to have used instead.

Maybe you have superpowers.

What are you?

Does it matter? We saved the day together.

Robbie remembers every questionnaire he’d filled out over the weeks. Do you, or have you in the past, heard someone speak despite being alone in the room? Something cold spills inside his stomach.

You’re jumping to conclusions. You’ve heard the doc, your brain drifts a little, that’s all.

I don’t know how to fight like the rangers do. I don’t know how to account for water currents when charging at a fucking demon. You’ve been training day and night for weeks. Not enough! I shouldn’t know any of these things! I shouldn’t remember what dad looked like when he was drafted!

No response. He concentrates on the sliver of presence he’s been feeling, but it’s like looking at one of those optical illusion pictures – the harder he tries, the less sense it makes.

He needs to– there must be someone he could ask. The head tech, Canelo, he said he was around ten years ago. And Ivanov–

Let me lay this out for you. He can’t help but glance to the empty console. Remember that time you were fifteen, and little Gabriel wouldn’t eat his fucking dinner?

Robbie freezes. It wasn’t about Gabe.

Of course not. Nobody cared how hungry you were, or how hard you worked to pay for it. You lose control, you get put away. Think this time it will be any different? Think the wonks in R&D care what happens to you if you don’t perform to specification?

How do you– I am you. He barely saw Gabe for a year. And here they have a whole place set up for kids like him. They don’t need you to take him off their hands. They barely need you to be doing this. Show one crack, see how long until they find a less… troublesome test subject.

Robbie stares at the status displays for a long moment. Drift inactive, it says. He reaches for his comm link.

“Cho?” It takes a moment before his ping gets an acknowledgement. “I changed my mind. Get me out of here.”

[adrift-in-thyme]

Awe, for the ask game?

- hero-of-the-wolf

“A fairy?” Wind gasps, gazing at Time’s wings in awe; his fingers itch to touch them, to feel if their surface is as silken as the fairies of his time who have laughed when he grazed them with gentle fingertips, teasingly sprinkling fairy dust onto his cheeks as they flitted away. “That’s so cool!”

The hero smiles and the expression is almost shy.

“You can touch them, sailor,” he says, gently, and there is something curious in his voice, something that reminds Wind of the sound of Granny’s voice when she talks about he and Aryll’s parents. Something that is both shattered and whole, joyful and sorrowful.

“I trust you.”

[skyward-floored]

For the prompt game: socks

(Incredibles au)

“TWILIGHT!”

Loud giggling that quickly turned into paws scampering away accompanied the yell, and Sky looked up to see Twilight zoom past in wolf-form, something clutched tightly in his mouth.

“He’s chewing up my socks again, STOP HIM!” Warriors yelled as he ran after the little wolf, and Sky quickly joined the chase, Twilight’s tail wagging like mad as he bolted around the house.

[novafire-is-thinking]

Yay! Thank you ☺️

Ok! Three-sentence word prompt

“Desire”

You’ve chosen one of my favorite words in the English language 🔥

“Beware the devouring flames of unchecked desire,” Alpha Trion had said.

At the time, Soundwave dismissed the ancient archivist’s concern; he was well-aware of the dangers of unchecked ambition, and had been confident that Megatron’s flame would not consume him.

Looking back on millions of years of death and destruction, it pained Soundwave to see how that once-magnificent flame had become an all-consuming funeral pyre.

(For this ask game)

[thepinklink]

Legend. That’s it. (Hahaha Sunny’s inner prankster has come out to play >:3)

(Set in @skyward-floored’s Incredibles AU. Apologies if any details are inaccurate.)

“Legend.”

The boy remained stubbornly silent. Malon softened, looking down at her son with exasperation and exhaustion.

“Legend, please.”

At last, her son bit his lip, mulish front broken, and Malon smiled as he finally handed over the note from his kindergarten teacher.