Three Sentence Ficathon 2016
Nov. 25th, 2016 12:08 am
This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like. Only one prompt per comment please. No limit to how many times a prompt can be filled!
When posting a prompt please format it this way:
fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.
Lastly, please pimp this to your flist and on Tumblr and everywhere! I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!
Rules kept from last year: If you want to request a queerplatonic ship you just use this symbol: ~ instead of the: / Read more about the concept HERE |
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on 2016-11-25 04:26 am (UTC)Finally, late one hunt, it is time to follow each other, and a white stag, and two sisters, to a place that had begun to feel like a dream.
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on 2016-12-02 03:08 pm (UTC)Glancing toward the palace, Glitch realized it probably would have been a shorter trip if he'd dragged Cain inside, instead.
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on 2016-11-26 11:19 pm (UTC)(Sorry! Never written for this before!)
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on 2016-11-25 04:19 am (UTC)absence makes
on 2016-11-30 05:27 am (UTC)"Oh?" Karen said, and immediately wanted to kick herself for the breathless inanity of the word and her tone of voice, and then wanted to kick herself again for the way the jump in her heartbeat and the flush of heat across her cheeks (just kissing the edge of Matt's old mask, pulled low over her eyes) might have given Matt the idea that she was upset at him instead of mildly annoyed at herself and how much this was turning her on.
"Yeah, just, I'm going to hold my hand near some part of your body so you can feel the heat and air displacement -- because nobody's ever completely still -- and see if you can reach out and touch my hand with your own: no guessing," Matt said, sliding one hand through the loose tendrils of her hair as he spoke, in a slow, tender gesture of farewell before he shifted his weight off the couch and left Karen's skin tingling at the suddenly untenable lack of his touch... and she wondered, not for the first time but with more force than ever before, how he could possibly stand to live this way -- all his nerves raw, exposed, and hungry -- because despite the blackness that (temporarily, voluntarily) shrouded her world, she had never been more conscious of his body in her life.
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on 2016-11-27 08:23 pm (UTC)"I haven't ever -- with a woman, I mean , well, you know, " he mumbles, uncharacteristically shy, and she crinkles her fingers around his curly blond hair, fingers the padawn braid and stops there, wondering for one panic-induced second what they're doing, but then his lips find the place between her neck and her collarbone, and she gasps, as if all the air has gone out of her.
"Oh, Ani, you can learn quick enough," she murmurs, and closes her eyes as his fingers roam across her shoulders, mapping out forbidden territory.
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on 2016-11-26 04:39 pm (UTC)"Aw, Hermione, not S.P.E.W. again?" he asks, but without much hope.
"Plus, if we can make Hogwarts compatible with basic electricity we might work our way up to computers," she adds, and Harry grins.
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on 2016-11-26 03:38 am (UTC)(Mine, my, me) he remembers, how she laid her claim on him from the start, and he answers (my dearest).
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on 2016-11-25 02:27 pm (UTC)He is a clerk, and he writes like a clerk; meticulously, each sentence a mathematical process totalling to an inevitable conclusion. Dearest Sansa, he writes, ending the letter Thinking of you with great affection, because he is a clerk and a cynic, and he cannot admit love.
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on 2016-11-25 04:23 am (UTC)Art In The Way He Moves
on 2016-11-26 10:10 pm (UTC)Eyes are upon him as he fights demons, he's tuned them out but he knows they are there, admiring his handiwork of dealing with demons.
"Thus endeth the lesson, now are there any questions?" Jace Wayland asked the bystanders.
"How can you not love him like that... it's pure art in the way he moves!" Simon thought, his jaw hitting the floor, so love-smitten but actually afraid to admit it to anyone, especially this Shadowhunter, one he has known since becoming a Shadowhunter but strangely longer because of a memory wipe all his other friends keep telling him about.
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on 2016-11-26 05:13 pm (UTC)Air escapes her with a whoosh and not the bubbles she’d been expecting, and with her next blink the world realigns, at least until the next time she forgets.
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on 2016-11-26 07:36 pm (UTC)Ten years might not seem like much when you’re a vampire but let’s be honest - Damon has only ever needed a few minutes to fuck up.
He wonders how much worse he can do in all the decades he's likely to have until Elena wakes up; he wonders if when she does, his face will still be a face that she can live with.
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on 2016-11-27 04:56 am (UTC)She dreams of glass and light, of water and green ground, of galaxies trembling before her anger. When she wakes, none of it makes sense.
She doesn't (yet) hear the mad laughter, the crackle of lightning, the murmured, oh, i've such plans for you, my dear.
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on 2016-11-26 03:09 pm (UTC)Finn says, “Wait, wait,” and tries to shrug the jacket off his shoulders but Poe catches his elbow, licks his lip.
“Leave it on,” he says, and Finn’s smile is slow and broad and wicked.
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on 2016-11-27 09:36 am (UTC)They saved the galaxy and all they got was their ship repaired and clean rap sheets. Not only did they still have to take on all manner of dubious jobs to make ends meet but lo and behold when the galaxy needed saving again, who was expected to step up? This time Quill was going to need a more financially lucrative reward.
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