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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 08:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reeby10
any, anyf/any f, tell me you're sorry
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Toast is troubled, Furiosa knows, and has been since they buried Angharad's bones at sunset, but – as familiar as her form is, bare and sweat-slick in the heated dark, as often as they've found solace in each other, Furiosa doesn't yet understand the moving parts that drive the formidable engine of her mind; she knows anger when she sees it, and grief when she breathes it in with every kiss, but she isn't expecting Toast to draw back, distance and moonlight in her eyes, and say, "Tell me you're sorry she didn't make it back."

Furiosa runs her good hand idly over the curve of Toast's hip and thinks of Angharad falling beneath the wheels, that sharp cry and sudden silence, and then she thinks of Joe's blood on the sand, the Citadel reborn as shelter and oasis, and the delay that had let the rest of them make it out alive; she wishes she could simply turn and say what Toast wants to hear, be what Toast needs her to be, but the desert is harsh and she's learned to be harsher, and she would kill to keep this woman safe, but she will not lie for her comfort.

"I can't," she says, hollow-voiced and unflinching, "because I'm not."

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kylo, rey

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Date: 2016-03-21 12:12 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ghostwings
FFX/X-2, Rikku, absent friends

Date: 2016-03-21 01:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
After the end of Sin, after the disbelief and wild celebrations and the sheer exhaustion of it all, the five who saw that battle and survived it all disperse; Lulu and Wakka have a life in Besaid to return to and Kimahri a place to reclaim, Yuna needs time alone for grieving, and Rikku – Rikku goes back to the desert, the stinging sands and old machina buried beneath the earth; she goes back home, though Home is there no longer, with the goal of building it back again.

It's not a bad life, but it is a solitary one, even with her family working beside her; more than that, she's gotten used to arguments around the campfire, the delicious horror of Yevonite ghost stories – and how messed up is it that Sir Auron always told the scariest ones? – and Yuna's laughter, and it's too quiet without them.

She could get used to quiet, she thinks, she could learn to live with it – until one day she sees Yuna standing at the crest of a dune with a machina weapon at her hip and a gleam in her eyes like a call to action, and she knows that whatever happens next, her life is about to get more interesting, more dangerous, and a lot less lonely; she leaps from her salvaged speeder with a whoop of delight, calls out her old friend's name and runs to meet the future with open arms.

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It turns out that Nick is the best undercover officer in Zootopia; the old stereotypes work to his advantage, even though he hates to be, even for a moment, just what the criminal thinks he should be.

Judy is the opposite -- she just stands like a cop, her foot tapping, her encouraging smile too obvious -- to the point where he really has to improvise in order to carry off this sting.

"You told them I was what?" Judy screams after him as they bolt down the street, hooves pounding behind them in pursuit, and honestly, Nick is pretty glad that he's too busy trying to catch his breath to try to answer her: what did she expect, putting a fox in charge?

Date: 2016-03-21 02:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Any, any, no such thing as a lost soul

Fill

Date: 2016-03-21 03:46 am (UTC)
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Star Wars: the Force Awakens
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"Chewie told me about Han."

Leia started. Few people were able to sneak up on her- one of the benefits of being Force-sensitive- but Luke was always the exception.

"He knew what he was getting into." Try as she might, Leia couldn't keep the fondness out of her voice.

"Leia-" Luke began.

She cut him off before he could apologize, or say something equally daft. "We're going to bring Ben home. There's still good in him; I know it."
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SPN, Dean/Crowley

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Date: 2016-03-21 02:07 am (UTC)
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Any, any, And love's a raven when it flies

An unkindness of ravens (Chronicles of Narnia)

Date: 2016-03-22 03:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
Susan tried not to think of the blood that might have been spilt, but for the courage of a horse and his boy -- the horror of what had come to pass was enough without dwelling on might-have-beens -- but, try as she might, she could not put Rabadash from her mind.

When first he courted her, the Calormene prince had won her heart through poetry, astonishing her with his insight into her soul as he compared her not to the glory of jewels or the delicate beauty of wildflowers, but rather to the parts of Narnia she loved most dearly:

Thy touch like needled pine boughs dancing 'cross my gloveless hand,
Thy bearing fierce and regal as the hawk upon the wind,
Thy silence filled with meaning as wise field-mice fill the glen, 
Thy spirit curling gentle as a wolf within her den --

Were I before you now, instead of halting written words
Struck mute with longing as the midnight sky yearns for the birds,
Then I might wish for sparrow's wings or lilting thrush's song
I might desire to be the wind, or to the woods belong --

And yet. Yet if, oh gracious queen, one precious wish had I
For treasure deeper than the sea and broader than the sky
And dearer than the woods, and even stronger than the stone,
Then humbly I would thus entreat you: grant to me alone
The radiant southern sun that gently shines within your eyes
And tell me that your love, once given, like a raven flies.


Even now, she admired the words (even too late seeing the subtle mind behind them), but she too could twist their meaning: 

Where once my Raven's heart had flown too reckless, swift and true, 
Now wary, watches from the shadows -- all for love of you.

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Date: 2016-03-21 02:08 am (UTC)
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Any, any, lighthouse

The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam, reference to Adam/FC

Date: 2016-03-22 09:50 am (UTC)
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The place she leaves him in is dark and desolate, his heart aching and shivering with cold.

He tries to numb it away with drugs and drink and sex - but in the end he's left empty and broken in the quiet loneliness of the room they once shared, wondering why he's not worth loving, why he always ends up alone... why no one ever stays.

And then, Blake's there - arms strong and warm around him, the light shining from his eyes like a beacon guiding him back; Blake shushes his sobbed pleas and cradles him like a child, whispering a promise against his ear, "Shhh, it's all right, darlin'... I'm here now, and I'm not goin' anywhere..."

Innovation (Greek mythology)

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Date: 2016-03-21 04:16 am (UTC)
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Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, "You know I don't like you heading into danger without me."
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From: [personal profile] possibilityleft
To be frank, Harold doesn't like it either: he's getting used to getting himself out of trouble, but he never enjoys the heart-pounding terror that accompanies many of his travels 'into the field,' and he can feel the sweat cooling on his brow to prove it.

"This is a partnership," he says instead, and John just stares at him for a long moment before reaching out to rest a heavy hand on Harold's shoulder.

"Next time you need someone to point and click, let me know," John says, before pulling Harold in against his chest, and Harold doesn't respond, he just begins to breathe.

Date: 2016-03-21 08:18 pm (UTC)
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Marvel/DC Universes: Steve Rogers and Diana Prince (or Steve/Diana), team conflict.

Date: 2016-03-21 08:56 pm (UTC)
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any, any/any, kiss and make up

SPN, Dean/Crowley, violence, murder

Date: 2016-03-22 09:56 am (UTC)
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"Come on, then, you're not really so angry about her," Crowley scoffs, waving a dismissive hand toward the bleeding corpse cooling on the floor where Dean left her, moments after pulling her out of Crowley's bed. "Not after all your dalliances, sometimes when I'm right in the same room."

Dean smiles, but the twist of his lips is cruel, frightening, and his eyes shine black over his smile as he closes in.

"You're mine," he snarls softly, affectionate and menacing at once, before grabbing the hair at the back of Crowley's neck and dragging him into a fierce kiss that leaves his chest aching for breath, and Dean's lips smeared with his blood. "Never forget that."

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Highlander: The Series, Duncan/Amanda & Methos

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Date: 2016-03-21 11:51 pm (UTC)
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Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Kylo Ren, I want to swim away but don't know how // Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean

Fill

Date: 2016-03-22 01:49 am (UTC)
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Ever since he came here, he has always felt that he should be at home; he had been planning his escape since he arrived.

Instead of leaving, he shoots his father.

He doesn't feel fear or rage or pain, only emptiness and the dawning resignation that he destroyed his best chance at leaving.

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Date: 2016-03-22 07:53 am (UTC)
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The Adventures of Brisco County Jr., Brisco/Dixie, Home

Date: 2016-03-22 07:53 am (UTC)
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The Adventures of Brisco County Jr., Brisco/Bowler, Poker

Date: 2016-03-22 09:58 am (UTC)
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Grimm, Nick/Monroe - Monroe's wolf recognizing Nick as alpha

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Date: 2016-03-26 11:08 pm (UTC)
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Monroe doesn’t realize he’s doing it at first- whenever Nick is in the room he gravitates toward him, head turned to bare his neck without conscious thought, highly attuned to every movement and mood of the Grimm- and it takes an offhand comment from Hank before he even begins to think, begins to wonder what exactly is going on.

He takes some time to watch, to notice the things he’d been doing without knowing, and it doesn’t take long to realize what’s happening even though he’s fairly certain something like this shouldn’t be a thing; his wolf thinks Nick is his alpha even though he’s not even a Wesen, even though he’s a Grimm, and he’s been acting on instinct.

Nick thinks it’s hilarious when Monroe tells him, and Monroe might be offended if it weren’t for the way that Nick leans in and tenderly kisses the sensitive skin behind Monroe’s ear when he bares his neck for his alpha, this time in full recognition of what the move means for them both.

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Date: 2016-03-22 09:59 am (UTC)
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SPN, Sam/Gabriel - touching his wings makes him go weak

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Date: 2016-03-24 04:23 am (UTC)
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Gabriel never really thought much about his wings, especially not after spending so long pretending to be a trickster or a human or whatever he decided to pretend to be at the time; they were a part of him but a part he could largely ignore because they really didn’t have much effect on him here on earth.

It wasn’t until Sam that he realized his wings could be something more than just another set of appendages, that they could be touched for something more than merely grooming, because when Sam touched his wings, Gabriel felt his knees go weak and his cheeks catch on fire with the pure lust and want that shot through him.

That first time Sam touched his wings while they made love, something Gabriel hadn’t even realized could happen because he hadn’t even known they had materialized at all, Gabriel thought he might die of shock that anything could feel so startlingly, amazingly good.

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Date: 2016-03-22 09:59 am (UTC)
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SPN, Sam/Castiel - Cas submitting himself to Sam as atonement for his mistake of saying yes to Lucifer

Date: 2016-03-22 10:00 am (UTC)
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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - brought to his knees

Date: 2016-03-22 07:35 pm (UTC)
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iZombie, Liv Moore/all, harem

Date: 2016-03-23 12:48 am (UTC)
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Any, any, You'll find him next to me

Failure is not an option

Date: 2016-03-25 01:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] autumnia
Quirinus Quirrell, Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter

He had disapppointed his Lord deeply and he knew it; no matter how difficult the task was–how heavily guarded Gringotts is–he knew the Dark Lord would accept no excuses for why the Philosopher's Stone was not brought to him as he had asked.

"Fear not, Quirrell," the Dark Lord hissed in his high voice after watching his servant apologize fearfully before him, "I shall ensure you will have all the help you need next time I send you on a task."

As he carefully wrapped the turban around his head for the first time, gently covering his master's face, he finally recognized that it was not help Lord Voldemort had promised, but punishment for his failure.

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Date: 2016-03-23 12:53 am (UTC)
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FMA (Brotherhood/manga please), any, the kids are growing up

Date: 2016-03-23 12:54 am (UTC)
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any, any, It's on the tip of my tongue/You know you're way too young to have someone lie to you
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Dean wishes - he wishes Sam was wired differently, some days; he wants Sam to understand, with a desperation he refuses to even admit to himself, that the lies, the secrets, all of it - it was for Sam's own good, it was for Sam that they took the time to keep his mind off the danger Dad went and faced every single day.

But Sam isn't wired differently - he worries, persistently, and takes it as betrayal when someone lies to him, and he just - he takes things so to heart.

It hurts Dean, deep inside, even as he keeps it casual, keeps it light, tries to play it off - it hurts to know Sam has lost trust in people a long time ago, underneath floppy hair and too bright eyes, too small a face, and that Dean contributed to that loss.

Date: 2016-03-23 12:57 am (UTC)
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any, any female character, keep on keeping on
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“I’m so thirsty,” someone complains in the lab, and Jemma wants to be snide and snap ‘No, you’re not,’ because it can’t be that long since they guzzled something down and there are water coolers, coffee machines and fridges aplenty around. Thirsty is wandering for days on a desert planet that’s a cruel blue when you’d always associated the colour with water, and you don’t know if any liquid that you’ll find will be safe to drink, but you do know that if you find anything, you would drink it with mouth gaping wide, even if it was a figment of your desperate imagination, rather than dry out as you’re slowly doing.

Jemma takes a deep breath, and reminds herself of where she is, the bright lights of the lab and the mechanical noises of the lab grounding her, whereas a few weeks ago, it was all too much; and she says quite loudly, “I’m going to make some tea if anyone fancies some.”


Date: 2016-03-23 05:01 am (UTC)
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Mad Max: Fury Road, any, Cause baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider

Date: 2016-03-23 05:04 am (UTC)
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Mad Max: Fury Road, Max/Furiosa, And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run/Oh, she's the one

Date: 2016-04-09 07:41 pm (UTC)
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Having a bike was new; and after all they had been through, he was still surprised that she had had it found and given it back to him. "I promised," she had said, as if having driven it back to her with a different plan had not done anything to erase the promise.
He never promised anything, spent countless nights away; but as sure as that bike (new, unexpected, but somehow just right) had come back to him, he always came back to her.
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