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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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Harry Potter, cisgirl!Harry, what changes?
She has Lily's eyes, but her father's big ears and hopelessly cowlicked hair overshadow them -- not a pretty child in the slightest, Petunia thinks, and ten gets you one she'll need glasses by the time she starts school; there's nothing about her to make Dudley feel insecure the way Lily made Petunia feel shabby and wanting just by breathing. She might have her mother's quick wit, and of course she'll have inherited magic from both sides, but... but Lily spun butterflies out of sunlight when they were girls, and made Petunia bounce one time instead of breaking her arm when she fell from a tree, and so magic in and of itself can't be wholly pernicious, just what it does to those who think a bit of power means they can lord themselves above everyone else; perhaps if she teaches her niece to see the dangers of the magical world as well as its surface temptations, to know what killed her parents, that won't bring disaster down upon her own son.

Petunia sets up a crib in the spare room and tucks Harry (dreadful nickname, she thinks; pity Angharad is such a mouthful and hasn't any other obvious shortenings) to sleep with the smallest and least-loved of Dudley's toys; she won't love the girl -- not now, maybe not ever -- but there's a vast kingdom between love and hatred, and if nothing else, she'll have the satisfaction of taking better care of Lily's daughter than Lily would ever have managed for Dudley in return.

RE: in a yellow wood

Anonymous

1 year ago

Vorkosigan/The Goblin Emperor, Gregor Vorbarra & Maia Drazhar, Thou must be emperor
“I cannot.”
“Thou must. Dost thou see anyone more fit for the position?”

Apologies for excessive shortness. I do love those books, but find both Addison's and Bujold's styles admirably difficult to copy..
Heart in a box (Kelly Thompson) - Emma finds Brock, ala Breakfast at Tiffany style
Mad Max: Fury Road, Nux/Capable, and if fate should break my stride
Mad Max: Fury Road, Furiosa / or & any, the difference between hope and survival
You can survive without hope but you can’t live without it.
Hope is the spark that ignites in the engine of Furiosa’s soul, propelling her onward with shadowed grease-smeared eyes, knuckles white and iron fist clenched firmly round her skull-clad steering wheel. Hope is her water and her mirage both, lending her visions of a future that holds her standing as those around her fall.
Mad Max: Fury Road, Toast / or & any, past and future
Any science fiction, any, out of time

Inception, Arthur/Ariadne

kaminagi

December 8 2015, 02:01:38 UTC 1 year ago Edited:  December 8 2015, 02:06:38 UTC

They can hear it, the strains of Edith Piaf's voice filtering through the layers of the dream, distorted like sound in water, as the world begins to tilt.

Ariadne hates this feeling most of all, the sense of crumbling instability, and the sudden rush of time decompressing far too fast, and how she feels like she is endlessly falling.

It's probably why Arthur kisses her now (every time) and grips her hands tight, to give her (them) something solid to hold onto until they wake again.
Thunderbirds are go (2015) - Scott Tracy - costume malfunction

Stargate SG-1, Mitchell and anyone on the team, Mitchell's first death

The last thing Michell remembered was getting zapped by something in the off-world temple he & Jackson were exploring.

The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor with the temple priestess removing something that looked like a cross between a hockey mask & a birdcage from his face.

Then a concerned-looking Daniel drifted into his field of vision muttering: "The first death is the hardest."

janetlin

1 year ago

iawenbemerry

1 year ago

archersangel

1 year ago

Imperial Radch series, Breq (/Awn), and neither have I wings to fly
It happened five or six times, that first year: I lost control of my limbs and lay there on the ground, sick, choking, crying, thinking at my own stubborn body, "Get up, you can't reject the process now, there aren't any more segments, you're not even connected to an AI core, there's nothing here but you!"

Hallucination is not usually a symptom of a failed ancillary connection, but each time it happened, I thought I felt her arms holding me up, heard her voice. My voice returned first; I sang with her until the rest of my body would move.
The Hunger Games, any Victor / or & any Victor(s), we're on each other's team
They were a rare breed, a dying few, a club forged in fire and dust, sweat and tears, survival in blood. They didn't have to like each other, but they did need each other. They needed people who knew, without telling, without having to talk about it, to know what it meant, what it was, to be alive.

tellshannon815

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

Macbeth, Lady Macbeth/Macbeth, young love

heliopausa

December 6 2015, 03:40:15 UTC 1 year ago Edited:  December 6 2015, 03:57:57 UTC

Lady Macb: Macbeth! almost I dread, husband and love
to see you here, since that the thane is gone,
Great Sinel, reaving with him the most of Glamis,
as moiety to make full the tale of blood
which told too often is, breaking my ears,
my life; oh, tell me not that you will break with me,
so lately joined in holiness and truth,
to join with them, the breakers-out of war.

Macb:
Best flower of Scotland! whose sweet soul alone
breathes gentleness into this troubled air,
be nothing daunted by these winds of war.
Though a still-murky art hath Norway's fleet
brought here upstarting treason, we will yet
rain down our heavy and our bloody blows
to seaward drive th'impious foe, knee-deep,
neck-deep, and panicked to take ship again,
and after them the thundercracks of scorn
from our victorious troops, when - nothing doubt -
my sword my bowsprit turns, carving through green
a sea-path to Glamis' quiet walls, and you.

edenfalling

1 year ago

heliopausa

1 year ago

heliopausa

1 year ago

heliopausa

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

edenfalling

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

Any, any, This dirty town is burning down in my dreams
She's run this route before, red rocks in the rearview and smoke pouring black from refinery towers on the horizon; every time, she tallies up fuel and water and ammo, and starts calculating her chances, and every time it's the same thought that keeps her driving straight on ahead: she has no right to run away.

Foolish, of course – right or not, she has no power to put the Citadel to the torch like every nomad camp and settlement she's burned to the ground before, no chance to reach up and strangle Joe with his own chains; there's no ending it and no fixing it, her mother would say, so take what you can and get out.

And she will; she'll get them clear, these girls, run until they all find something like freedom – and maybe one day, when they're safe amid the green and can't remember sorrow, she'll take her guns and her rage, take her place one last time behind the wheel, and she'll go back with fire in her fists and glory in her eyes, and they will witness her.
Revenge, Louise, learning to live well
Hunger Games, AU, Katniss was the only victor, life on a pedestal
I’ve tweaked your prompt a bit. Sorry, if it’s not quite what you had in mind.
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They were gone, killed by Snow’s henchmen, all of them; her family, her friends, the other victors… She should have died, too, but the Capitol needed her and so they kept her alive to be paraded around, Katniss Everdeen, the “Girl on fire”, the only surviving victor. They had made an example of her to show people what fate awaited you when you rebelled against the almighty Capitol and though she hated every second of it, there was no way out; she had lost and now she paid the price.

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

icecream_junkie

1 year ago

caramelsilver

1 year ago

icecream_junkie

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

Grimm, Nick/Renard/Juliette, light after darkness
Grimm, Nick/Renard/Juliette, woge
Grimm, Nick/Renard, emergency
Grimm, Nick/Renard, hopes and dreams
Grimm, Renard/Juliette, hiding
Grimm, Renard/Juliette, hurt
Grimm, Nick/hexen!Juliette, gut instinct
Any fandom (or original), any characters or pairings, dream logic
The nightmares, when they came, didn't bother Dudley much - because when the half-remembered, half-imagined skeletal hands reached for him, he heard Harry's voice, and then his vision was filled with light.

That was when the good part began: when Dudley could fly without wings, without a jetpack, without a broom (something he was sure even Harry couldn't do), leaping and zooming and soaring over the old school, the empty playground, all the little identical roofs, over Surrey and over London and over the sea.

And then Dudley would dream he was taller, thinner, lantern-jawed like he'd always wanted to be, and for once his name was the hero's name, but none of it mattered - there was only the joy of her face, her freckles, her smile.

RE: Dudley Dursley Do-Right

Anonymous

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

lizzie_marie_23

1 year ago

Any fandom (or original), any characters or pairings, the princess in the tower
many lonely nights
the princess in the tower
turns into a witch

kaminagi

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago

edenfalling

1 year ago

Any fandom (or original), any characters or pairings, a cursed blade
(Apologies for the darkness in this 3 sentence fic)

He thinks he's won, finally have acquired the blade he needs to become King of the realm.

So when the Prince slays the King, there's only one detail he overlooked...

The blade is cursed, and therefore he can't stop the object slicing off his own head as well... leaving the Kingdom ripe for the taking.

tellshannon815

1 year ago

silvr_dagger

1 year ago