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(Because one didn't seem to have started this year, and I admit to wanting very much to participate in one of these challenges!)
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!

The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format: fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence. .
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!
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Date: 2016-03-18 05:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Mad Max: Fury Road, any, Thought and memory

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Date: 2016-03-20 08:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reeby10
It takes a long time before Capable has the chance to relax and breathe and think again; building a new society from the shattered remains of the Citadel and everything Joe left behind hadn’t been easy, even with all of the rest of the former wives and Furiosa to help and the War Boys more than happy just to have someone to tell them what needed to be done.

When things are more settled- food and water and work distributed more evenly to the people so that no one is suffering or straining just to live anymore- she goes out to the edge of the gardens, almost to where the desert sands still creep in and try to encroach on their lives, and looks out on the shifting sand and water marriages far away on the horizon and she remembers.

They’ve all lost a lot just to get to where they are now and she knows, just as the other former wives do, that they cannot forget those who will never see how much things have changed for the better; sitting in the sun, surrounded by the green of a new chance at life, this is her time to remember their sacrifices.

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Date: 2016-03-18 05:46 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Imperial Radch series - Ann Leckie, Breq & or / any, If there is justice, this is it. (Wisława Szymborska, Autonomy)

Date: 2016-03-18 05:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Any, any, Bad moon rising

Date: 2016-03-20 03:08 am (UTC)
saiditallbefore: (Cleo)
From: [personal profile] saiditallbefore
H2O: Just Add Water, Emma, season 3
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Emma flopped onto her bed in the hotel room. Paris was beautiful, and she'd never get a chance like this again, but she missed her friends.

She checked her email, just in case Cleo (or, by some miracle, Rikki) had replied already. Instead, she had an email from Lewis. The subject line read only "!!!!!!!!", and the body of the email was only one sentence:

Full moon tonight.

Emma sat up straight. How had she forgotten to plan for full moons? She'd planned for everything else- rain, boats, swimming trips. She'd planned color-coded schedules for all of their destinations for the year! But how was she supposed to avoid the moon?

She glanced out the window. The sun was already beginning to set. On another day, it would have been beautiful.

Emma leapt up and shut the blinds. Light still filtered through; there was no way to avoid it. In a blind panic, she snatched her laptop, a box of granola bars off of her nightstand and dashed into the windowless bathroom.

Emma had just shut herself in and locked the door behind her when she heard Elliot in the hotel room.

"Emma?" Elliot called.

"What?" Emma replied.

"Aren't you coming to dinner? Mum and dad are waiting?"

Emma cursed silently. In her panic, she'd forgotten. "You'll have to go without me," she said. "I'm not feeling well."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the door. "Okay." Elliot sounded doubtful. "We can stay here, if you want."

Emma leaned her head back against the door. She thought about throwing it open and explaining everything, telling her family that mermaids and magic existed, and that she needed to stay locked up because of the possibility of full moon madness. Instead, she sighed. "I think it's just a bug. Go on without me."

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Date: 2016-03-18 05:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Any, any, It's the little things that matter

Fill: ATLA, Zuko/Mai

Date: 2016-03-21 12:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] seal_nonnie
He's been gone for nearly a month, dealing with the colonies and trying to maintain peace despite the still-looming threat of war. As he swoops back into the palace, tired and worn, he passes something to her - more small blades, sharp and smooth and sliding into the concealed slits in her newest dress (partially a going-away gift, partially because her stomach is swelling with the Heir Apparent) like they were made for the purpose. It's little things like this, where Zuko finds something so perfectly her to give to her as a consolation/apology, that she falls in love with him all over again.
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Date: 2016-03-18 05:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Any, any, One wrong step

SPN, Dean/Crowley

Date: 2016-03-22 08:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dreamsofspike
This is by far the most dangerous, reckless thing he's done in the several hundred years of his existence.

The First Blade pressed against his throat, just shy of enough pressure to draw blood, Dean's free hand sliding under his clothes, Dean's lips twitching in the beginnings of a smirk under black eyes as he leans in to whisper, "Move an inch... I dare you..."

The demon king barely dares to breathe - but he can't help thinking that if Dean's wicked game is the end of him, at least he'll die with far more satisfaction than any moment that he's lived.

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Date: 2016-03-18 11:58 am (UTC)
doreyg: Pokemon - drawing - suicane (Default)
From: [personal profile] doreyg
DCAU, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid / I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did

Date: 2016-03-18 10:45 pm (UTC)
crookedspoon: (socks)
From: [personal profile] crookedspoon
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6286789 (no idea if it makes sense. punching my writing anxiety in the face with this ;D)

~~~

Here's how it starts: as a low rumble, earthquake-like, in his center, trembling outwards until it erupts in a huff of breath that catches fire and spreads into a full-throated chuckle – so full in fact that it spills out in helpless bursts of laughter, tipping his head back with the force of its hilarity, and it's just so beautiful to behold, so contagious, and so unlike the sullen silences of long ago that she can't help but give in to the tickle it evokes in her own diaphragm.

A lightness suffuses her, similar in effect to helium but less hazardous, no doubt mirroring his state of mind because his laughter is so genuine, so true, so bordering on breathless now because his ribcage is compressing his lungs, but it's okay, because you see, she's long tried to shine a light in his darkness, to chip away some of the burden on his shoulders that's too heavy to bear alone, and all her efforts are beginning to bear fruit because the pressure that his lungs exert may well crack the osmium-coated armor of his heart – she can't wait to pry it open and lure out the precious things he kept locked up, maybe help him spring-clean the moldy, dusty, bat-infested stuff he's been clinging to for far too long.

"You're a riot," he says, hunched over as if punched in the gut, but fond, so fond, and kind of different already, transformed perhaps, as if exercising his core strength has relieved him of some iron bars he used to pen himself in; it's the greatest gift he could give her, without kidding, to say she's a hoot, and not a joke.

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Date: 2016-03-18 12:00 pm (UTC)
doreyg: Agent Carter - Peggy Carter ([Agent Carter] PEGGY!)
From: [personal profile] doreyg
DCU, Edward Nygma/Bruce Wayne,

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head

Date: 2016-03-18 12:04 pm (UTC)
doreyg: Comics - Marvel - Black Widow ([Marvel] Natasha)
From: [personal profile] doreyg
The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Lisa Snart, Something about you caught my eye / Something moved me deep inside!

Date: 2016-03-18 12:13 pm (UTC)
doreyg: Stock - Red lips ([Lips] Sexy)
From: [personal profile] doreyg
Biblical, Raphael/Azazel, If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes / I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight
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Date: 2016-03-18 12:19 pm (UTC)
doreyg: The Flash (TV) - Caitlin Snow/Barry Allen ([The Flash] Barry/Caitlin)
From: [personal profile] doreyg
Hawkeye (Fraction run), Kate Bishop/Clint Barton, Bless the bees / And the birds

Date: 2016-03-18 02:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fanfic_nonnie
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Mai/Zuko, the best kind of fire keeps the bed warm

Date: 2016-03-21 03:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fanfic_nonnie
I'm sorry this fill is gone, but for the record, I LOVED it and will cherish the copy in my inbox.

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Date: 2016-03-18 02:23 pm (UTC)
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Divergent series - Veronica Roth, Tris/Four, he's masochistic in bed too

Date: 2016-03-18 02:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fanfic_nonnie
Avatar: Legend of Korra, Toph + Lin, she's raising a little hellion

Fill

Date: 2016-03-19 03:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] seal_nonnie
"He deserved it." Toph sighs. That's her girl all right, from the heartbeat to the voice to the disciplinary call.

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Date: 2016-03-18 02:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lionessvalenti
White Collar, Neal/Sara, a warm bed on a cold night.

Date: 2016-03-18 02:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lionessvalenti
Black Sails, Charles Vane, freedom.

Every choice a splinter

Date: 2016-03-28 01:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
There was a saying in Spanish -- he'd forgotten which whore he'd heard it from (or maybe it was Rackham; the man was always spouting out little bits of knowledge like a whale's blowhole) -- de tal palo tal astilla. Like father like son, only less abstract, something he could grasp and grip and feel the rough wood in his hand: from this stick, a like splinter; and though a splinter was not as strong as the stick, it was still a thing of its own, not heavy enough to bludgeon but surely sharp enough to blind the eye of an enemy -- or a father.

And so Charles Vane left his teacher on the sand in the sure knowledge that, having carved and shaped him in his own image, Blackbeard could blame no one but himself for whatever would follow.
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Date: 2016-03-18 05:09 pm (UTC)
sidonie: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sidonie
Any, any, Coffee and roses

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Date: 2016-03-22 05:12 am (UTC)
saiditallbefore: (June&Chloe)
From: [personal profile] saiditallbefore
Don't Trust the B-- in Apartment 23, June & Chloe

(I'm really bad at this 3 sentence thing)
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"I brought you something!" Chloe announced.

"For the last time, I don't want your old vibrator!" June snapped. "I don't care how expensive it is- it's unhygienic!"

"Don't be silly," Chloe said breezily. "I got us flowers!"

June turned around. Chloe's arms were filled with roses: dozens and dozens of them.

"Did you steal those?" June demanded. "You have to return them."

"Don't be such a fuddy-duddy." Chloe unceremoniously dumped the roses on the counter in a pile. "It's not like James will miss them."

June opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it. He really wouldn't mind. And if he did, for some reason, want several hundred roses back, he would know where to find them.

Chloe looked at June expectantly, as if waiting for her to say something.

June finally broke under her roommate's stare. "What?!" she snapped.

"You don't know what day it is, do you?" Chloe asked.

"International Literacy Day?"

"Oh, you." Chloe reached forward and ruffled June's hair, like she was a dog. "It's our anniversary!"

"Our what?" June looked around the apartment for signs Chloe had told people they were a lesbian couple looking to adopt again, but it was suspiciously empty. Even Eli was gone from his creeper perch in the window.

"We've been living together for a year!" Chloe grinned.

"It's only been a year?" June felt a sudden urge to drink until she blacked out.

"So to celebrate, James is taking us to a vodka launch! It's coffee-flavored, which is totally dumb, so you'll love it."

A year of living with Chloe had taught June to overlook the terrible, sociopathic commentary to find the nugget of gold underneath. "Great! What should I wear?"

"Nothing you own. Don't worry, I borrowed James's credit card. We're going shopping!" Chloe took June's arm and led her out of the apartment.

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Date: 2016-03-18 05:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Any, any, What happened next

Fill: FMA (Brotherhood/manga)

Date: 2016-03-24 01:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] seal_nonnie
They watch as their loved ones live on: Elysia grows up, the Ice Queen stays put, Ling becomes emperor, Lan Fan becomes empress, Ishval is rebuilt brick by brick, marriages are held, children are born, life goes back to normal.

They watch because they cannot participate anymore; they are dead men, buried and gone and never coming home.

They watch themselves be forgotten as the others die, one by one, their names largely erased from history, their struggles left unremembered, their stories left untold as a simpler tale, forgetful of just what the Promised Day had meant to those fighting; they are history now, and move on together.

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Date: 2016-03-18 05:10 pm (UTC)
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Any, any, Endless road

The road goes ever on and on (The Hobbit)

Date: 2016-03-26 03:07 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
As much as he loved the wind in his hair, the salt spray on his face, the sound of his nephew's carefree laugh and the light that permeated everything, Bilbo yearned for the end of the journey.

Ironic, perhaps (although Gandalf might call it fitting), but Bilbo had long since made his peace with his own contrary nature, always pining for home when on the road and wistfully gazing down the road when safe at home, and so forth... all very unlike a Hobbit to be sure, but then there was the Tookish side to account for.

In any case, Bilbo's hairy feet positively itched for a road beneath them, for warm earth and cool grass and new lands to explore -- and wasn't it a marvel that he had the breath, the stamina, the spring in his step (that is, if there were anywhere to step to aboard a ship, even an Elvish one), and so Bilbo peered eagerly over the rail for the first sight of the West, the lights of Valinor, and the next adventure.

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Forever, Adam & Henry

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Any, any, Wishing well

Date: 2016-03-18 07:28 pm (UTC)
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ATLA/LOK, Zuko + Izumi, Izumi's first thunderstorm

Fill of Extremely Short Fluff

Date: 2016-03-21 01:02 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] seal_nonnie
I did not realize how much I like writing long-suffering parents in ATLA/LOK. I should do this more often.

Izumi's giggling as the storm starts to rage, thunder rolling across Republic and lightning making the night bright as day for a split second in a way the rain back in the Fire Nation never could. Zuko sighs as he tries to convince his daughter that it would be a very idea to play with Lin in the mud while glaring (along with Toph, though she's glaring at the wrong spot) at Katara, who's sniggering at their children's antics. Somehow, he always suspected that this sort of thing would happen.

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Harry Potter, McGonagall

Date: 2016-03-19 03:24 am (UTC)
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She is a mother bear protecting her cubs.

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Date: 2016-03-25 08:02 am (UTC)
shallowness: HP films' Minerva reads the Daily Prophet (Minerva reads)
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Minerva’s patronus and her animagus forms are feline, always were, from the first time she cast the spells that now come so easily to her and she had no litter, bore no bairns of her own when it was possible. Now Tom Riddle may think he is the most important wizard ever to stride the corridors of Hogwarts and that he can return here to triumph, but Minerva has been in a good many Sorting Ceremonies and seen childish faces full of trepidation or hope walk towards the Hat after their names were called, she's seen the big, toothy grins as 'Gryffindor' or 'Hufflepuff' have rung out, the faint looks of doubt at other times, she has seen hundreds of children go to a table stacked with food, surrounded by older students there to let them know that it is now their table and that one day they will grow tall, their heads a little fuller of magical lore, the ones welcoming new students to their midst - and Voldermort means to stop all that by the foulest of means, does he? The mother bear in Minerva's breast rouses, and she casts the first of many protective spells, until the time comes for attack.

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Date: 2016-03-19 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mazephoenix.livejournal.com
Greek mythology, Hades/Persephone, it was her choice.

Date: 2016-03-20 12:11 am (UTC)
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They called her innocent once, the springtime maiden with flowers in her footsteps and her hair; now they speak of her in hushed respect, sing their hymns to Dread Persephone and make their offerings of honeyed wine and blood. Her husband attends her, dark and stern, solicitous in his way; his beard brushes his fingertips when he kisses her hand, cool breath across her skin and old, hungry loneliness in his eyes, and she does not regret the choice that won for her this domain – these shadowed fields and the black waters that surround them, the dark soil beneath her feet from which all things grow. She pulls him close and tastes on his lips the lingering sweetness of the fruit of the dead, more intoxicating than wine and richer than honey; his heavy ringed hands rest lightly at her waist, and she knows that is more for her here than power, and that this home to heroes and shades might yet be home to her as well.

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Date: 2016-03-19 02:42 pm (UTC)
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House of Cards, Frank Underwood/Doug Stamper, necessary sacrifice.

Date: 2016-03-19 03:54 pm (UTC)
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The Last Ship, Rachel/Tex, recuperation

Date: 2016-03-19 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The Last Ship, Rachel/Tex, brains and brawn
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