small revolutions

'Les Mis, Eponine and Grantaire, that one AU where they both escape the barricade and go on the road together, using Eponine's street smarts and Grantaire's posh manners to embark upon a life of crime...'

 'Small Revolutions' by intrikate88 , 

'This is a terrible barricade, Eponine had said; it will go up in flames after they shoot us all, she had said; what use is freedom if everyone who wants it is dead, she had told him, and moreover, what is dying for The Cause worth if the cause you're truly dying for is the love of a man who will never see you in front of him? 

Grantaire looked in her eyes, and saw the freedom of anonymity in the crowds, instead of in the bottom of a wine bottle in a stuffy room listening to unseasoned revolutionaries. 

They make their own liberty, equality, fraternity, now; he enters the parties of the rich through the front door while Eponine slips through the servants' door in the back, and he keeps track of the gambling winnings while she finds out from the maids and coachmen where the winners from the table are headed next, and in the night they bring about small revolutions of their own, one where a woman of the streets can terrify a man of the town, and where wealth is distributed to those who need it, rather than those who can afford to lose it.'

God, I love this. I would read this fic. Hell, I'd watch another musical based on this prompt alone. Eponine rocks SO MUCH. Also, I now have to watch Vikings, apparently.

more three sentence stories

 for mardypants , Earthsea, Azver/Irian, only a warrior would fall in love with a dragon.

Explanations

'There are many explanations, but nobody can explain away a dragon. They can't explain the haughty arch of her neck, the war-banners of her scaled wings, the dark gleam of her eyes. Irian is beyond any explanations; beyond even words, and the one thing Azver cannot explain is why any man would not fall in love with her on sight.'

and for 

hostilecrayon 's prompt , Assassin's Creed, Malik, still strong

The Fury of a Patient Man

 

'The Templars mistake his missing arm for weakness, but Malik is still strong.

He's strong enough to ignore every insult, every casual slight; strong enough to wait, gathering information piece by careful piece and learning everything he can about his enemy until he knows just where to strike; strong enough to bank the embers of his anger so they smoulder slowly instead of bursting into flame.

He's strong enough to teach the Templars one last lesson; beware the fury of a patient man.'

and for vialethe , Firefly, River, but still the world turns on its axis/and we make circles so we can match it

Satellites

'The world turns; and River turns with it. She circles in a slow dance, her skirts spread in a chrysanthemum swirl, rotating  slowly so that everything around her spins like satellites around her perfect sun.

Jayne watches her from a safe distance and mutters "I always knew that girl was gorram crazy."'