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Three Sentence Ficathon 2015

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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.

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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Suits, Harvey/Tanner, one-upmanship

The first time they meet, Tanner brings up his bad shoulder and Harvey wants nothing more than to throw him out the window (preferably with that arm), but he likes his office too much to make a mess of it and he's pretty sure Jessica would throw him right after, best closer in New York or not, so he fumes while the man leaves.

The second (and third, and fourth, and fifth, and sixth) time, he doesn't remember what they were talking about yet he can't forget the way he shoved Tanner up a wall, pistoning in and out of him and occasionally letting the man impale himself on him just because he sees it as the lesser lawyer admitting that he needs it, really, and he doesn't know if they should call it fucking or fighting but he does know he's Harvey Specter and he always wins and that one time he came a second before Tanner didn't actually happen, it was a tie.

By the tenth time, they don't even pretend this is about their clients, instead grasping at each other's clothes (not desperately, they're never desperate for this) and fucking the breath out of the other and it reminds Harvey of Scottie as it's the same thing but it's also so different because it's always about control, but with her he can pretend it's pleasure and with him he knows it's taking.

sandrine

10 months ago

Doctor Who, any, jetlag (TARDIS-lag?)

a minor glitch in the itinerary

edenfalling

December 7 2015, 02:27:11 UTC 1 year ago Edited:  December 7 2015, 02:27:49 UTC

"Someday," Martha said as she stared out the TARDIS door into pitch black night rather than the promised 'glorious nature reserve, the most botanically fascinating place in a hundred light-years and two millennia and around noon the angle of the sunlight strikes rainbows from crystals in the tree bark, you'll love it' "just once, you are going to land us on a planet at the correct relative time of day, at which point I will applaud madly, but for now, you owe me tea, a good fry-up breakfast, and a pirated copy of the third season of that Rigelian soap opera whose name I can't pronounce, because there is no way in the world I'm going to risk breaking my neck for plants I can't even see."

Outside on the gravel path, the Doctor pouted: "Oh, but Martha, think of the stargazing we could--"

"No," Martha said firmly, and shut the door on him.

RE: Re: a minor glitch in the itinerary

Anonymous

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

idhren24

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

So You Want to Be a Wizard, Nina, and for microbial Life's sake also
Specialties expand; Nita gets it. But when the bacteria on her bread starts to sing, it takes her breath away a little; all those tiny voices, not harmonizing, but identical, a wall of building sound, growth and expansion.

The mold seems to be doing just fine on its own -- it's just saying hi -- so she takes it outside and tucks it under one of the big trees in the backyard, where it won't hurt the tree and can expand as much as it likes, and then she goes back into the house and opens the fridge again, listening.
In the Flesh, Gary/Kieren, unhealthy
The Mummy, Anck-Su-Namun/Imhotep, revelation
The moment the pharoah's chosen lifts her eyes to meet his, Imhotep knows.She is not meant for that mighty king with his earthly wealth and finite power. No, Anck-Su-Namun transcends such trivial things; in her gaze lies the promise of paradise, majestic and eternal. She is meant for him, the guardian of the spirit world; Imhotep believes this with all of his soul, and when when their eyes meet and hold, he realizes-so does she.

killing_kurare

1 year ago

alesh101

1 year ago

Tales of Xillia, Alvin, do you even have a plan?
Tales of Xillia, Leia, costumed crimefighter AU!
Person of Interest, John Reese/Joss Carter, Too late
Firefly, Mal/Inara, Regrets
Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Until the end
Star Wars, young Obi-Wan Kenobi/young Satine Kryze, Protection
Doctor Who, Clara Oswin, Will you remember the black limousine? Will you remember Champagne?

Anonymous

December 1 2015, 02:51:20 UTC 1 year ago

Greek mythology, Thalia the Muse and Thalia the Grace, regularly mistaken identities
They met weekly to compare notes; the fishermen, bakers, poets and satyrists were easy, but some petitions were confounding.

"Is Agamemnon one of yours or one of mine?" asked Thalia the Grace, munching on a luscious apple.

"Not much call for comedy there," snorted Thalia the Muse, "so you'd better set him a banquet fit for a king - he's liable to start a war if he gets peckish."

Anonymous

December 1 2015, 02:56:50 UTC 1 year ago

Inception, Arthur/Ariadne, they love it when it rains, because they can share an umbrella
"I designed a happy childhood memory," Ariadne said, staring up at the sodden sky of their latest mark's subconscious with a disgruntled expression. "What's happy about rain?"

Arthur checked his watch -- nearly thirty minutes before they needed to meet Eames outside the mark's hometown library; he could spare a handful for indulgence -- and retrieved a previously non-existent umbrella from his satchel. He shook it open, then wrapped his arm around Ariadne's shoulder and leaned in for a kiss when she joined him under its shelter. "I can think of a few things," he said as the rain fell in a curtain of silver streaks and white noise around the umbrella's rim, closing them into a tiny private world where only they were real.

Ariadne smiled.

tiny_white_hats

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

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edenfalling

1 year ago

profshallowness

10 months ago

profshallowness

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edenfalling

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profshallowness

1 year ago

edenfalling

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

profshallowness

1 year ago

Anonymous

December 1 2015, 03:00:49 UTC 1 year ago

Star Wars, Luke Skywalker, He takes after his mother, more than he knows.
Obi-Wan knows that Luke feared falling prey to the evil that consumed his father, that that same darkness exists within him as well. Luke has Anakin's darkness, Obi-Wan thinks, but he also has Padme's light - her relentless optimism and desire to strive to make a better world, her determination and compassion, and perhaps above all, her faith in Anakin Skywalker.

As Obi-Wan stands reunited with the friend he had thought forever lost all those years ago, watching Luke celebrate with his sister and the new family he forged, he thinks that Luke's likeness to his mother may be his greatest strength.

Anonymous

1 year ago

celeste9

1 year ago

topaz119

1 year ago

celeste9

1 year ago

Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Vala, out in the open
Vala’s life has been a series of boxes: metal cans in the vacuum of space, locked cells when a con went bad, and most horribly, the prison inside where she hid from Qetesh. But Daniel makes her feel free, and it's time to come out.

The future is a wild adventure, and she can't wait to get started.

iawenbemerry

1 year ago

Imperial Radch, Breq~Seivarden, endearments.
I can't do Leckie much justice, but here goes...

Seivarden traced the rim of her cup with gloved fingers, “Do you ever think you should have left me back on Nilt?”
“Not recently,” I said, absently, then, noticing Seivarden’s stricken expression, “Not for a long time. You’re not the only one who’s made mistakes in their life; it all goes around.”
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, pain
Harry Potter, Regulus/Sirius, secret
When Regulus Black was three years old, he broke a vase; his brother Sirius, who did not lie, trod on the pieces so he could truthfully say "I broke it."

When Regulus was twelve years old, he watched wide-eyed from behind a tree as his brother turned into a dog; every full moon for the next two years, he rose early to erase the tracks of dog, wolf and stag from the grounds they roamed so freely.

When Regulus turned seventeen, he stumbled across the first secret he could not keep -- because, in the end, brothers bound by magic and mark held no claim that compared to the power of blood.
Marvel's Jessica Jones, Jessica, apocalypse
Batman (comics), Steph Brown/Tim Drake, This love is alive back from the dead
[time period: One Year Later-ish, assumes Cass got out of Deathstroke's clutches way earlier than she did i.e. she's not a villain.]


Tim doesn’t see or hear anything before he’s shoved against the wall, the air cut out of his lungs; the attack’s over before he even started fighting back.

Did you try to clone her too?”

That’s— Cass’ voice, distorted and chopped with anger, but at least it’s not an enemy. Tim relaxes, lets his fingers uncurl from where he was reaching for his collapsible bo staff.

Cass can read his answer off of him, past the words he's stringing together. When they were younger he found it off-putting, even scary. Today it feels like a comfort, and that’s as strange as Cass seeking out his presence: they haven’t exactly kept in touch.

Why-- didn’t you?”

She hisses like Batman. Tim’s modelled his scary persona after Batman too, they all have, but he’s not—he’s never going to be as at ease in his body as Cass or Dick. He knows how Bruce's mind works, but his heatr, or soul, or the thing that makes him Batman, the faith in Justice as an absolute – Cass is the closest to that.

It’s not exactly a question you’d get from Batman, though.

Her hold on him loosens, and she steps back. She’s not wearing her costume, but with her Tim’s never sure it makes much of a difference. Then again he’s been thinking along those lines about himself for a while, too. Maybe it’s just his analytical skills that went to hell, instead of his ability to compartmentalize.

“It would have failed,” he says.

“You tried for Superboy.”

In her mouth the name sounds like a curse. Tim recalls vaguely Kon once telling him about Batgirl showing up in Kansas and Frenching him; it’d been a bit of a weird story, Kon had called it An Experience and lost himself in denials when Tim inquired whether he meant that in a religious or carnal sense, most of them to the tune of “don’t get me wrong dude your sister is way hot but she scared the bejeezus outta me”. And Kon – Kon had met Steph too. As Spoiler of course, but also more recently. When he came over and looked for Robin.

It’s unfair that the last time Robin saw Superboy, Robin wasn’t Tim. (Kon had hated her. Hated seeing her in—for Kon, it was Tim’s costume. Tim knows because afterwards they’d both complained to him, Robin – Steph – in person and Kon through the one chat conversation Tim had agreed to before losing himself in his new normal, ordinary, civilian life.)

He leans against the wall, resting his head. His eyes fall shut; hard enough to speak of it. He doesn’t want to see her, her reactions, her judgment. If he’s honest with himself (and at this stage why not? It might make for an interesting change) he’s always been afraid of her judgment. Like Batman’s. He knows of her compassion, for children and crooks who want to change alike, but to him she’s always seemed unforgiving.

Maybe because he's never been very good at seeing why he should be forgiven his mistakes.

He picks his words with the care he can’t afford to waste on body language.

“He was my best friend. Like she was for you.” The sharp intake of breath is the most he ever got out of Cass in an unhandicapped spar. “Besides, he was a clone. I knew—I mean, at least at knew for him it’d been done. That’s how he’d come to exist. At least I had reasons to think it could be done, I could—I could make a copy. Of him.”

It’s not the first time he’s thought this through, far from it; when you’re that far gone and aware of it, you spend a lot of effort on self-justification. He’s never said it aloud, though, always shied away from it. Out of paranoia, he thought; who knew who could be listening, right?

Here and now, it just sounds crazy – not “as a fox,” just Gotham-insane, driven to madness by grief. Crazy, and horrible. How Conner would’ve hated that Tim – his own best friend – was now reducing him to his mere nature as a clone.

“And?”

Tim’s eyes fly open. Cass’ voice is as rough as her touch on his shoulder is soft, and he looks down, away from the terrible sorrow in her eyes, and there, her hand is resting on his shoulder. Away from his pressure points.
Star Wars: The Old Republic, Lord Scourge/Jedi Knight, I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Padme Amidala, Is our secret safe tonight?
I love this pairing, but I've never written it before, so I hope this is okay. And I'm sure I got some fiddly Star Warsy things wrong, apologies for that.

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He passed the boy in Tosche station today, sitting comfortably outside a market stall and running small gears through the sand, tracks going this way and that and over each other, while his uncle bargained for spare parts. He’d paused for a moment, as he always did, scanning around for danger. Nothing. Safe, for one more day. He nodded to Owen as he passed.

Now he drank tea and tried to meditate, until in failure he emerged from the entrance to his shelter--his home--and contemplated the stars. The streak of a ship leaving the atmosphere carried his thoughts into the past, and for once, without resistance he followed them there. To the last ship he’d boarded, the last journey he may ever take.

~ ~ ~ ~

“What is your plan now, Jedi?” The words were bitter, and her hollow eyes showed just what she thought now of any of the vaunted plans of the Jedi. Her strength had turned to hardness.

“I’m not a Jedi, Amidala. The Jedi are dead now. I’m just a man.”

The infants squirmed in the hover cradle beside her. “I’m dead as well, and so are they.” She reached over and smoothed a crease out of Leia’s tiny forehead. Perhaps grief had not killed everything that was gentle in her. The vessel they traveled in was humble; her attire was plain, as when he’d first encountered her, but when she addressed him next, it was a queen’s command. “Then you shall listen to my plan.”

What had followed… he could barely think of what had followed without his emotions overtaking him, as they had begun to in those brief weeks before they separated. How many names they had used in that time, how many outposts visited, crowds blended into, how many false trails laid, under the banner of the simplest and purest of lies: we are a young family of refugees, no different than any other, seeking shelter. Sometimes they would conceal one child; sometimes both. Sometimes she was his sister. Sometimes, he was her husband. Always, the quarters were small, the danger was close, and the four of them were together.

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Starfire (comics), Stella Gomez/Kori, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
DCU, Damian Wayne +/ Any, you start all over again
The training mannequin’s head hits the floor and bounces gently, rolling all the way to your father’s feet.

“Again, more gently,” he says.

That’s not how Mother taught you; you face another mannequin and let another kick fly, but you don’t know whether you want to make it non-lethal, or not.

eternal_moonie

1 year ago

doreyg

1 year ago