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Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
(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!
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format:
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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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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Grimm, Nick/Monroe
Nick smiles, shifts in closer so that Monroe has no choice but to step back, drawing in a nervous little breath when his back hits the wall - and that only makes Nick's smile widen, eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans in to nip at his boyfriend's mouth, relishing the shiver that passes through the blutbad, the soft whimper that escapes his lips, as Nick leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Pretty sure I can handle it."
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"Pretty sure I can handle it."
Just the kind of dynamic I like.
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Chicken soup for the marauder's soul (Harry Potter)
Bewildered, James stood holding a steaming pot of soup while Padfoot laughed his empty head off, snorting out words like "contagious" and "nurse" at regular intervals.
Peter rolled his eyes, conjured a pair of flowered oven mitts,, and wished mightily that Sirius wouldn't come up with of nursemaid werewolf fantasies for at least a week -- Remus was always so snappish around the full moon.
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