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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: 2016-03-20 08:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ghostwings
Chronicles of Narnia, Susan Pevensie, memories

In the lamplight, the withered leaves

Date: 2016-03-20 03:10 pm (UTC)
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Three decades after their deaths, Susan still saw their faces reflected in every lamppost. Her heart had stretched to accommodate the sorrow, and so she greeted every lamp as an old friend: Mr and Mrs Beaver, shining softly in the snow; Reepicheep, glinting in the midday sun; Mr Tumnus and Caspian and Trufflehunter and Trumpkin, the ages blurring together down the ranks of Whitehall and under Admiralty Arch; and there, in St James Park, with the murmur of water at her back and damp grass underfoot, she could sit on the ground (was it a little harder than it used to be?) and lean against the solid iron and be once more surrounded by her brothers and sister.

And if, when twilight fell and the lamps flickered on, she spoke to them, only the Crows would know.

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Date: 2016-03-20 09:23 am (UTC)
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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - handcuffs

Date: 2016-03-20 09:24 am (UTC)
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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - hurt feelings

Date: 2016-03-20 09:24 am (UTC)
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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - protective instinct

Date: 2016-03-20 09:25 am (UTC)
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SPN, Sam/Gabriel - turns out size DOES matter

Date: 2016-03-21 10:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reeby10
(I feel like I should apologize for this but it's not actually very bad at all?? Maybe that's why...)


Gabriel has been around a long time and slept with a lot of people (and some who wouldn’t necessarily be considered people, too) and he’s learned a lot about the things he likes in bed; top on the list is a big guy who knows just how to use what he’s got in the best possible way.

He can tell it intimidates Sam (more than) a little when they first get together and Gabriel tells him without shame the kinds of things he likes; their first few times include a lot more clothing and a lot less penetration than Gabriel was hoping for, but he supposes it’s fair to let Sam work his way into being comfortable with Gabriel’s hopeful expectations.

Thankfully, though, Gabriel needn’t have worried- for all his apparent intimidation and discomfort, Sam turns out to be more than capable of using his size to Gabriel’s advantage (much to their mutual satisfaction).

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Date: 2016-03-20 09:26 am (UTC)
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SPN, Dean/Crowley - Crowley is desperately in need of some comfort right about now... protective Dean makes an appearance :)

Date: 2016-03-20 10:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dreamsofspike
Grimm, Nick/Monroe - Nick going all badass protective Grimm to save Monroe

Fill

Date: 2016-03-21 04:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reeby10
Nick doesn’t know what comes over him in the moment, just that between one breath and the next he goes from purely annoyed at a suspect who refuses to do what a police officer is telling him to blackout angry when the suspect attacks Monroe; the rage that comes over him leaves the edges of his vision dark, like a red haze has overtaken him as he lashes out at the wesen without a thought until there is only anger and blood and shouting.

The buzzing in his ears eventually fades out to someone shouting his name and he blinks the haze away until he can see Hank- a worried look marring his face that Nick just can’t think about right now- standing over the bloodied, unconscious suspect and Monroe leaning against the wall a few feet away, broken arm held tight against his chest as he repeats Nick’s name again and again like a mantra- “Nick, Nick, Nick…”

“You’re safe,” Nick whispers, not sure whether he’s talking to Monroe or himself, and stumbles over to the other man, blood splattered hands reaching out to check that a broken arm is the only harm, devolving into caresses meant more to comfort himself and calm the shaking in his hands than anything else, “You’re safe.”
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Date: 2016-03-20 11:35 am (UTC)
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Hannibal, Hannibal/Will-madness will be your guide.

Date: 2016-03-21 01:49 am (UTC)
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"This isn't real," he says, and dream and reality break over him like a wave – the scent of night and fallen leaves as he kneels beside the road in the wake of the vision, Hannibal's heavy palm at the back of his neck and his own hands dripping blood.

It isn't, he tells himself – not the blood, not the body, not the taste of copper coating his tongue and his throat – but the truth is, he doesn't know; he bows his head, trying to focus only on what he knows is there: gravel beneath his knees, cuts on his bare feet and the fever-heat of his skin, a gust of warm breath in his ear and Hannibal's rich, reasonable voice sending shivers up from the base of his spine.

"It does not have to be real to be true."

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Date: 2016-03-20 11:37 am (UTC)
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Homicide: Life on the streets: Frank Pembleton/Tim Bayliss-forgiveness is hard.

Date: 2016-03-20 11:39 am (UTC)
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Sleepy Hollow: Pandora/Hidden One-who holds the power?

Date: 2016-03-20 04:24 pm (UTC)
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Girl Meets World, Riley/Maya, we're partners in crime/you're stuck with me your whole life

Date: 2016-03-20 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] noor-us-sabah.livejournal.com
"We could rob a bank," Riley suggests. "I mean, rob it and then pay them back, after you're a famous artist. We only need enough for your school and our apartment, so it will probably only take three or four years."

She is perfectly serious which frightens and delights Maya.

"No honey, we're not gonna rob a bank. I'll . . . I'll get a scholarship, or something. And a job. We both will. It'll be fine."

Riley weighs the merit of this depressingly adult counter-proposal with thin-lipped, furrowed-brow care before blooming into sunny smiles. "Yes, okay, that could work too. Although," because in the past five minutes this has somehow become a point of pride for her, "I'd be a super sneaky burglar."

"Oh yeah," Maya smiles fondly. "The super sneakiest."

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Date: 2016-03-20 04:27 pm (UTC)
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Girl Meets World, Riley/Maya, what Cory and Topanga see

Date: 2016-03-20 04:38 pm (UTC)
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The Secret Circle (TV)
Jake/Faye/Cassie, teach her how to sin

Date: 2016-03-20 04:38 pm (UTC)
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The Secret Circle Trilogy - LJ Smith
Adam/Cassie/Diana, "Sometimes I think you belong back in medieval times instead of now. You and Diana and him, all three."

Date: 2016-03-20 04:38 pm (UTC)
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The Secret Circle Trilogy - LJ Smith
Nick & Deborah, they survived their home together

Date: 2016-03-20 04:39 pm (UTC)
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White Collar
Neal/Kate, like a magnet on her moral compass

Date: 2016-03-20 04:46 pm (UTC)
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Hamilton, Eliza & Angelica, I love my sister more than anything in this life

Date: 2016-03-20 05:04 pm (UTC)
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Final Fantasy VI, Terra & or / Celes, lost and found

Date: 2016-03-20 05:05 pm (UTC)
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Final Fantasy VI, Terra & or / Celes, almost human but never quite

Date: 2016-03-22 04:05 am (UTC)
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Celes had thought, before, of what it must be like for Terra to be dual-natured--one half familiar and human, the other something decidedly non-human, something brilliant and blazing, sharp-toothed and thick-maned and still utterly, undeniably Terra.

Celes had known an echo of this herself, courtesy of the stolen Esper magic used to alter her when she was a young child--and even if it wasn't the same as being born part-Esper, she had still had certain experiences which made her feel there might be some common ground--her affinity for cold; a certain chill reserve that had always come naturally; odd dreams that she could never quite remember, but that left her with stark sensory impressions of ice and wind and a fierce, alien joy; and, of course, the magic which separated her from the vast majority of the human race.

After the end of the world they knew--after the final battle with Kefka, the terror of fleeing the crumbling tower, the thrill that they had all survived--that Terra had survived--after the giddiness of knowing that the world had a chance to be restored--Celes held Terra as the other woman wept, grieving the loss of half of who she was, and Celes grieved, too, both for Terra's loss and her own--for the sense of absence where magic had once lived--and it seemed to Celes, as she realized with surprise that there were tears on her own face as well, that something deep within her, some central, icy core, had melted away with the world's rebirth.

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Date: 2016-03-20 05:06 pm (UTC)
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Final Fantasy VI, Terra & or / Celes, war machines

Date: 2016-03-20 05:14 pm (UTC)
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Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes or Locke/Celes/Terra, Kohlingen traditions

Date: 2016-03-20 05:22 pm (UTC)
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Fullmetal Alchemist (any), any, Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

Fill

Date: 2016-03-20 05:58 pm (UTC)
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He's twenty-three when he first kills someone, a nameless Ishvalan child who crumbles into ash as he tries not to vomit.

He's twenty-three when he realizes that this is not a war, it's a genocide campaign, aided and abetted by the top official that he will need to replace if he hopes no never do this again.

He's twenty-three when he starts his campaign to become Fuhrer, with Maes behind him and Hawkeye watching his back and the decision that he'll worry about the means to this end later.

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Date: 2016-03-20 05:26 pm (UTC)
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ATLA, Iroh, Ghosts

Date: 2016-03-20 11:44 pm (UTC)
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Preparing tea is an old, familiar ritual for Iroh; hot water, leaves, teapot, cup; the fragrant aroma steaming up into the air, swirling like mist, or a half-glimpsed spirit.

He remembers introducing the drink to Lu Ten, many years ago; he remembers long conversations with his son, sipping tea and speaking of anything and everything; he remembers how those conversations changed as Lu Ten grew into the fullness of his manhood, and how proud Iroh had been to have raised a son so wonderful, so strong and brilliant; he remembers how he wept when he heard of his son's death, and how there were certain blends--Lu Ten's old favorites--that he avoided for years afterward.

Lu Ten is an almost palpable presence, now, as the steam from this latest pot of tea rises into the air--but he is not the only one; there are other sons, and daughters, soldiers of the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom, all of whom had once sat with friends and family and lovers over a pot of tea, talking and laughing; Iroh sits among his ghosts, and he pours one cup of tea for himself, and another as an offering, of sorts, not only for his son, but to those who his son fought and died with, and those who, under different circumstances, might have been friends; the aroma of spices drifts up into the air like incense, slowly cooling, the steam gradually disappearing as Iroh sips his tea and remembers.

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Date: 2016-03-20 05:28 pm (UTC)
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FMA, Hughes, Hello from the other side

Date: 2016-03-21 02:21 am (UTC)
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Here's a ghost story for you: the phone booth just outside Central HQ was haunted, they say; every so often, the phone rang, and when some unsuspecting buffoon picked it up, all he could hear was the sound of....nothing (not silence, mind; nothing) on the other end. Yeah, that phone kept on ringing--terrorized people almost as bad as the Chopper in his worst days--until, well--
Here's a love story for you: they say the President picked that phone up on his wedding day; it never rang again.

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Date: 2016-03-20 08:44 pm (UTC)
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NCIS: Los Angeles, G Callen/Sam Hanna, "You good?"
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