Three Sentences

I'm Penny, and I write fiction in three sentences. Request a pairing or situation and I'll write a fic. Specifying parameters (ex. first person, past tense) is optional. Some posts may be NSFW. Fandoms

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He's had a few questionable encounters in his seventeen years: a couple girls he hardly knew, that Sebastian guy, that pretty redhead.

The one he's never told anyone about is the time with Remus and Sirius, trying to pull Remus out of a depressive slump, the three of them quiet and alone together in his bedroom.

Remus was brilliant, of course, like he's always been but Sirius glowed and seemed to burn with hot white light and even now, even months later, he still sometimes imagines it at night as he's trying to fall asleep.

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Sometimes I feel like I remember a previous life I might have lived.

I was getting coffee today when I saw this man in a silly t-shirt reading something off a laptop and I got such a wave of deja-vu I nearly spilled my latte, like I'd seen him reading something before, like I'd felt this weird surge of not lust but love before, like I could go over and put my hand on his shoulder and call his name and he'd...

I think I'm going to go say hello.

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Give me a pairing and an AU setting and I will write you a three sentence fic.

Examples: Harry/Hermione, coffee shop Sherlock/Tony Stark, in space

[askboxmemes]

1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

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Prompt here

Fandom list

I will start filling these tonight!

[nonmortem-somnifratrem]

Sirius/Remus

Teeth clashed and if either of them had been different they would have cringed away from the pain.

They snarled.

Later it was quiet, save for whispers and exhausted sobs.

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Grace/Ward (you have asked me for rp ones before too so)

You spent so long afraid that the freedom and security of a steady relationship like this are thrilling, and you love the simple things like watching her work or marvel over flowers or just sitting together on the hill, eating starfruit and taking advantage of the last few breezes of the year before the seasons shift.

You can’t stop touching her.

You forget she isn’t human.

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Daine/Numair

I’m blind.

The rage rushes through me like a flock of birds flapping and cawing and slashing with talons and I shatter into a million sightless destructive pieces that want nothing more than to rip and tear and break without discrimination until there’s nothing left to rip and tear and break.

I can’t believe I’ve lost him.

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Three-sentence prompt

intergalacticju: Scott/Stiles?

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How many nights have they shared a bed, a tent, a sofa, blankets on the floor of the living room when the late night movie ran later than they could stay up? How many times has he seen Scott like this, asleep, head tipped back, mouth open, snoring like a goober?

His thumbnail leaves such a beautiful pale line in the brown skin just below his collarbone.

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Prompt 023. Your OTP meets in the corridor during the Final Battle.

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They meet once in the corridors while the castle is coming down around their ears.

Dean isn't aware of much beyond the ringing in his head and the dust in his eyes and the blood on his hands but he tries to tell Seamus to be careful anyway.

The kiss is too rough and the hand in his jumper is so tight the wrinkles won't go away until the battle is over, but Dean watches Seamus round the next corner at a sprint and is ready to fight again.

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Gwen heard him whimpering before she was really awake, and dragged herself up off her stomach and onto her elbows.

Peter was hunched into a ball in bed, arms wrapped around himself, trying to get smaller and smaller, and she knew the nightmares were back.

She woke him and he turned to bury his face in her stomach and cry like a child, not the first or second or third time she'd seen him do it, and she soothed him as best as she could, trying to remind him that what he did was good, and that someday he would see it.

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There's a real big reason that we don't really talk about Budapest, but I'm not supposed to mention it.

You know, we agreed we'd keep it just between us but it's nice to remember.

I can break the rules just a bit to mention Nat in nothing but panties (pink, never would have guessed from her) standing atop the tomb of Gül Baba, beckoning me closer with one little finger so she can bite my bottom lip and mark my neck with her nails.

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To tell the truth, Tony never imagined being old, because billionaire genius playboy philanthropists don't usually live to eighty-six, especially not with a heart condition.

Steve is flawless and strong and smooth and Tony likes to card his fingers through his hair, only he hasn't done it since the arthritis set in and it hurt to uncurl his fingers.

He does it now anyway, maybe for the last time, because the painkillers are so strong he doesn't feel the resistance in his knuckles, and he won't feel it as his breaths become harder and harder to draw.

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There's a woman I love more than anyone can possibly imagine, because I don't think anyone's come close to her ever, in the history of ever.

I would die for her, I would.

I have.

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A bit of a break

I'm sorry guys.  My dog passed away today, and I'm not much up for writing.

I'll pick up when I feel a bit better.

<3

-Penny

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Just for you guys.

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One last note

For those of you who are ITCHING to have a prompt filled, go visit my friend Minna at Minna's Three Sentence Fics.  She is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet and she writes stuff for me all the time and I'm just like AKDHKDJFG because her writing is amazing.

She does slightly different prompts than I do, so make sure you read her fandom list first, before you go prompting willy-nilly.

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"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Pikachu in the possession of a good trainer must be in want of a ketchup bottle."

Pikachu was going to write the greatest romance novel on the planet.

At least he would have done already if he didn't keep getting interrupted by Ash wanting to cuddle.