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scifirenegadeWill be updated when I fill more prompts. Still have a few saved.
Warnings: mild blood, homophobia (in Anders als die Andern fills), mentions of murder (in the Nazi Agent fill), mentions of abusive relationships (in the A Woman's Face fill)
Simply Charming
(that ship you’ve always wanted to write for but haven’t had a viable reason to get around to yet? Write for it!)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=14367777#cmt14367777)
A charming little restaurant, spaghetti cooked al dente and, of course, the company was nothing short of perfect. Finally, Richard and Frances could enjoy their honeymoon, but with one more little thing that they would never have imagined — Hassie, their new resourceful friend, was there; it was a honeymoon for three. Yet, it felt right, if Richard was being honest, they wouldn't have it any differently.
I see you shiver with antici-pation
(aching with anticipation)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=11991550#cmt11991550)
The door dwarfed him, even if it was just a perfectly normal door of a perfectly normal house, situated on a perfectly normal street. But it was the door to Paul Körner's house, the man who had awakened in Kurt this newfound love, and he was tired of fighting that urge for months, so there he stood by the doorstep, his muscles aching, so tight with excitement — and dread, what if Paul Körner refused his request? There was no time for Kurt to think of an answer, finally, the door creaked open.
The Point of No Return
(the point of no return)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12483070#cmt12483070)
It is dangerous as is, with their lessons, apart from being what they truly are, covering up the way they look at each other, their touches, sometimes their kisses when Paul feels particularly bold. But their looks are more intense now, their touches and kisses are hungrier, and it is only a matter of time before they cross a line that shouldn't even exist. When that time comes, and they can no longer control themselves, there would be no turning back.
To Justice, a Long Way Still
("For a while there, I thought, maybe… this was the universe where we win sometimes.")
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12952318#cmt12952318)
An irony taste coats his tongue, and the blood on his face is wiped off by Kurt's gentle hand, trying not to accidentally brush against Paul's broken nose. It could've been much worse — Kurt got away with a cracked phone screen, and Paul wouldn't dare think what he would do if Kurt had got more than a scratch —, but it appears there are still moments when being more open about their relationship in public will get them in trouble. So much has changed, but the minds of certain people are still stuck in the past.
The Face in the Mirror
(identity theft)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12665086#cmt12665086)
What he had done, it sickened him — an accident, a welcomed one as his brother's heart was filled with hatred, and if it wasn't him dying it would've been Otto; yet his mind spun with guilt. What he is about to do, it sickened him, plain and simple — he is to strip himself away, everything that made him Otto Becker, the face in the mirror will be bare of facial hair for the first time in years, soon the face in the mirror will be that of a man who stood for everything Otto stood up against, soon he shall disguise his essence in a way that Otto only exists in the deep shadows, for justice, for suvival.
He mourns.
Kärleken
(I can’t believe I ever thought I loved you)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12148478#cmt12148478)
The ghost of his hand is still on her neck, crushing it, cutting her air. She tells herself it wasn't love, never was, she didn't even know what that was, but that is a lie. That version of him — a fabrication —, she loved, and she recoils at the memory; the hand returns.
Candlelight Dinner
(first two characters that pop into your head, they've been set up on a blind date)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/7020.html?thread=14685548#cmt14685548)
Jacques led a very exciting, somewhat fantastical life — well, until then he thought it was somewhat fantastical — but this Ian was talking about other worlds beyond Earth, and other times, far in the past and in the future; it was like one of those series that Roger liked reading when he was younger. The man spoke with such conviction that Jacques couldn't stop listening, gripping the tips of his cape. And he believed every single word he said; Jacques had to, since it isn't every day that an all-powerful entity of unknown physical form plucked people out of wherever they were from and put them in some ill-defined space that only existed for hosting candlelight dinners between those unfortunate to pique its interest.
Warnings: mild blood, homophobia (in Anders als die Andern fills), mentions of murder (in the Nazi Agent fill), mentions of abusive relationships (in the A Woman's Face fill)
Above Suspicion (1943)
Simply Charming
(that ship you’ve always wanted to write for but haven’t had a viable reason to get around to yet? Write for it!)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6433.html?thread=14367777#cmt14367777)
A charming little restaurant, spaghetti cooked al dente and, of course, the company was nothing short of perfect. Finally, Richard and Frances could enjoy their honeymoon, but with one more little thing that they would never have imagined — Hassie, their new resourceful friend, was there; it was a honeymoon for three. Yet, it felt right, if Richard was being honest, they wouldn't have it any differently.
Anders als die Andern (1919)
I see you shiver with antici-pation
(aching with anticipation)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=11991550#cmt11991550)
The door dwarfed him, even if it was just a perfectly normal door of a perfectly normal house, situated on a perfectly normal street. But it was the door to Paul Körner's house, the man who had awakened in Kurt this newfound love, and he was tired of fighting that urge for months, so there he stood by the doorstep, his muscles aching, so tight with excitement — and dread, what if Paul Körner refused his request? There was no time for Kurt to think of an answer, finally, the door creaked open.
The Point of No Return
(the point of no return)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12483070#cmt12483070)
It is dangerous as is, with their lessons, apart from being what they truly are, covering up the way they look at each other, their touches, sometimes their kisses when Paul feels particularly bold. But their looks are more intense now, their touches and kisses are hungrier, and it is only a matter of time before they cross a line that shouldn't even exist. When that time comes, and they can no longer control themselves, there would be no turning back.
To Justice, a Long Way Still
("For a while there, I thought, maybe… this was the universe where we win sometimes.")
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12952318#cmt12952318)
An irony taste coats his tongue, and the blood on his face is wiped off by Kurt's gentle hand, trying not to accidentally brush against Paul's broken nose. It could've been much worse — Kurt got away with a cracked phone screen, and Paul wouldn't dare think what he would do if Kurt had got more than a scratch —, but it appears there are still moments when being more open about their relationship in public will get them in trouble. So much has changed, but the minds of certain people are still stuck in the past.
Nazi Agent (1942)
The Face in the Mirror
(identity theft)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12665086#cmt12665086)
What he had done, it sickened him — an accident, a welcomed one as his brother's heart was filled with hatred, and if it wasn't him dying it would've been Otto; yet his mind spun with guilt. What he is about to do, it sickened him, plain and simple — he is to strip himself away, everything that made him Otto Becker, the face in the mirror will be bare of facial hair for the first time in years, soon the face in the mirror will be that of a man who stood for everything Otto stood up against, soon he shall disguise his essence in a way that Otto only exists in the deep shadows, for justice, for suvival.
He mourns.
A Woman's Face (1941)
Kärleken
(I can’t believe I ever thought I loved you)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12148478#cmt12148478)
The ghost of his hand is still on her neck, crushing it, cutting her air. She tells herself it wasn't love, never was, she didn't even know what that was, but that is a lie. That version of him — a fabrication —, she loved, and she recoils at the memory; the hand returns.
Crossovers
Judex (1916)/Doctor Who
Candlelight Dinner
(first two characters that pop into your head, they've been set up on a blind date)
(https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/7020.html?thread=14685548#cmt14685548)
Jacques led a very exciting, somewhat fantastical life — well, until then he thought it was somewhat fantastical — but this Ian was talking about other worlds beyond Earth, and other times, far in the past and in the future; it was like one of those series that Roger liked reading when he was younger. The man spoke with such conviction that Jacques couldn't stop listening, gripping the tips of his cape. And he believed every single word he said; Jacques had to, since it isn't every day that an all-powerful entity of unknown physical form plucked people out of wherever they were from and put them in some ill-defined space that only existed for hosting candlelight dinners between those unfortunate to pique its interest.
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Date: 17 Feb 2026 00:31 (UTC)