
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.
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fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.
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November 30 2011, 22:23:07 UTC 5 months ago
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I LOVE YOU AN IMMENSE AMOUNT and will totally pimp this later. Must write exchange fic first, must write exchange fic first.
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With that ear for language, you could have traveled the world with nothing but a backpack and a light heart: instead they send you into country after country to do their dirty work, and there is nothing light left in you; you are young, strong, fast, you could've gone into any sport for the clean burn of it, the welcome challenge: but the only challenge they give you is to fight until you fall, and find out how quickly you can get up again.
Everything beautiful within you, they've broken.
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Jenny Sparks looks into the pleading face of the young girl - her new self? maybe, but Jenny Quantum's the spirit of a different century, and to Jenny she feels more like a younger sister than a different her - and she thinks about saying no, her time is over, and it's not for her to save this century, but...she did make Jack and the others a promise.
"Come on, then," she says, taking Quantum's hand, "I've got some heads to kick in."
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"Pay attention, Pevensie," his teacher snaps, and Edmund sighs, turns away from thoughts of what he can no longer have.
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Lift the crown from your head and throw you from your throne, give you a body you no longer count your own, take a leader and make him a boy to be led, though the leader is drowning and angry within; and you could break, you could cry, you could shatter the world around you indiscriminately for the crime of being too gray, too dead.
But no--you were a king before they named you one, and a king you remain, though they have kept your crown; you falter, perhaps, but you will not fall under: you are made of stronger stuff than that.
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home again, home again, lickety split
There's an art to time travel. And it doesn't seem to matter how far or how fast he goes back - everywhere, there is Wyatt, Wyatt dark and Wyatt broken and Wyatt screaming and crying and begging for Chris.So finally, in a world that is not right but is at least real, Chris stops and looks at his brother and says, I'm home.
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"I am, as you are," Susan replies, "but I daresay our thoughts often lie elsewhere."
"Where else would they lie?" she asks, but Susan just smiles sadly.
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Wayne makes a sound that isn't quite a snort, but manages to convey McGinnis, pay attention to the last derisive syllable; Max's opinion of him raises a notch.
"Since I'm not gonna be taking orders from you, no, I don't think it should be Batgirl."
Terry looks like he gives it a thought, then nods his okay. This is why she knows they can work together.
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December 1 2011, 00:35:43 UTC 5 months ago
Narnia, girl!Edmund/Peter, AU: law enforcement is the family business
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"What if I don't want to be a cop?" Edwina says, frustration coloring her voice, "What then?"
"Then you don't be a cop," Peter says quietly. "But don't expect me to turn a blind eye to whatever you decide to do."
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Gene stares at the back of Finny’s head, at the wind ruffling through his hair, and thinks no, because he was wrong, and Finny doesn’t feel like that, not the way Gene thought at all.
Then he stiffens, and feels his knees lock like he’s paralyzed, because he realizes that he doesn’t feel that way either (he feels a completely different way entirely), and he gasps; he gasps, and teeters, and Finny turns around and grabs him by the arm as the ground sways in Gene’s vision, but Finny’s grips is strong, and it holds—but still, for a moment, everything is precariously balanced.
The branch holds steady.
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He buries himself in gold and decadence, a king among men and a god among kings, and feels rich only in what he's lost.
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Charlie turns her head back toward Eric and her eyes roam across his face, tracing across his lips before dancing back up to meet Eric's eyes as her smile widens into a look Eric knows too well. It is a look that precedes mischief, and as Charlie turns and reaches both hands out to Eric her voice comes in a whisper in his mind, saying come with me darling as she begins to back away from their own wedding reception.
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He'd lied to Peggy; if he could get drunk, it would mean he could forget, even for an instant, the memories he carried in his bones.
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“Duty calls,” Howard says before she can, with bravado that he doesn't feel and with a lift to his lips that is meant to cause laughter and to distract from the way the first syllable catches in his throat.
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Hyper-vigilance, skin prickling with tension, flashes at his peripheral vision that could be nothing or could be malice coming for him knife-edged, and isn't it better to be safe than sorry: better to keep training and running and building himself up, looking over his shoulder and never settling down, bag packed under his bed so he can leave in an eye-blink, better to not trust in what he's been given, to be ready, for whatever might come his way; and then there is Darwin, who makes Alex want to trust despite himself, who is dangerous for the ruin he is making of Alex's self-preservation, who is necessary for the silent understanding of his careful hand on Alex's stomach.
Alex does not rest, doesn't know if he ever will, but Darwin is strong and calm and steady at his back, and perhaps that is one thing he can let himself stop watching.
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The Pirate Queen, Grace O'Malley, captain of this ship.
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