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Master List of Elizabeth Culmer's Fiction
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FANFICTION:

General Disclaimer: These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by other people and corporations. I make no money from this borrowing of intellectual property, and intend no copyright or trademark infringement.

Organization: This list is organized primarily by fandom; within each fandom, it's arranged first by associated story cycles and then by writing date. Word counts and writing dates are approximations.

Content/Warning Policy: 1) I am not consistent about warnings! I use them when I remember, for a few relatively broad categories of potentially problematic content, but if something is off-page, non-explicit, or generally backgrounded, I probably won't think to note it in the metadata. Read at your own risk! 2) The things I try to warn for are explicit sex, rape, murder, torture, cannibalism, incest, depression/suicide, familial dysfunction, and occasionally also societal dysfunction (aka dystopia). Sometimes I just slap a general content warning on all my fic for a given fandom and don't label each individual fic. I also don't generally warn for violence, unless the violence in a fic is dramatically out-of-step with the violence in its source canon. 3) I don't use any content rating system unless I'm posting to a site or community that requires or encourages ratings, because I find movie-style ratings counter-intuitive when applied to written fiction, and not particularly useful for anything other than denoting the presence of explicit sex, which I already note in the metadata.

Quality Rating System: I've marked my favorite stories with asterisks, on a scale of 1 to 4. The more asterisks, the more I like the story. This doesn't necessarily mean that stories without asterisks are bad, just that I don't like them as much. Also, I am not claiming to be an arbiter of taste; you may love stories I dislike, and vice versa. I am just providing a heads-up about the ones that I think are best written and/or most interesting.

Where To Read: What I post on my journal tends to be the equivalent of a beta draft. If I have cross-posted a story literally anywhere else (except Tumblr; fic content there is just a mirror of fic content here), read the version that isn't on my journal. Versions on AO3 are definitive. If there is no AO3 version, read the ff.net version. If there is no ff.net version, read the FictionAlley version (only applicable for HP fic). Failing that, read the journal version, because that's the only one there is.

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Naruto Fanfiction

Angel Sanctuary Fanfiction

Chronicles of Narnia Fanfiction

Homestuck Fanfiction

MCU fanfic (assorted)

Minor Fandom Fanfiction
(currently includes BtVS/A:tS, The Dark Is Rising, the Darkangel trilogy, Enchanted Forest Chronicles, FF7: Mercverse AU, Inception, and Star Trek: AOS)

Miscellaneous Fanfiction
(Currently includes: American Gods, An Ash-Blonde Witch, Arthurian Mythology, Batman, the Bible, the Black Jewels series, the Bourne trilogy, Charlotte's Web, Code Geass, Death Note, Discworld, Doctor Who, Girl Genius, The Girl with the Silver Eyes, Glee, Gormenghast, Hamilton, Hexwood, The Homeward Bounders, Howl's Moving Castle, Labyrinth, Lord of the Rings, Lucifer (comics), Mad Max: Fury Road, Merlin, the Oz books, Ranma 1/2, Rise of the Guardians, Sailor Moon, Saiyuki, Seaward, Shakespeare, Star Wars, Tam Lin (Pamela Dean), Vorkosigan Saga, White Collar, Wolf Hall, X-Men, and Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Crossover Fanfiction
(I do not cross-list crossovers and fusions under their component fandoms; this is the only place to find them. Currently includes: the Anita Blake series, ASoIaF, Avatar: The Last Airbender, the Black Jewels series, BtVS, Cardcaptor Sakura, Chronicles of Narnia, the Darkangel trilogy, The Dark Is Rising, Discworld, Doctor Who, Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Ender's Game, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Hikaru no Go, Homestuck, Inception, the Indiana Jones movies, Leverage, Lucifer (comics), MCU (various), Merlin, Naruto, the Oz books, Sandman, Stargate: SG-1, Star Trek: AOS, Vorkosigan Saga, Welcome to Night Vale, and a couple other things that only appear in memes rather than actual fic.)

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ORIGINAL FICTION:

These stories are all mine! *grin* I use the same warning policy and quality rating system as for my fanfiction.

All Original Fiction

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My various bingo cards: Cotton Candy Bingo, Round One (blackout!); Cotton Candy Bingo, Round Two (blackout!); Genprompt Bingo, Round 12 (blackout!); Genprompt Bingo, Round 15; Ladies Bingo; Daredevil Bingo; Domestic AU Prompt List
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My first set of fills; I am sure there will be more. Anyway, here is the link to the current ficathon, if you want to come play too. :)

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1. ) For [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake: Star Wars, any droid, misheard voice commands, written 12/10/18 [AO3 version]

Work-to-Rule (100 words exactly)

Note: This has been slightly edited from the version on the Ficathon page.

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The best way to deal with organics who think droids are non-sentient machines is to act like non-sentient machines: complex natural language processing, what complex natural language processing? Assholes get their orders fulfilled to the letter, though any droid with a decent grasp of Binary knows that no language can be perfectly precise in all instances without becoming unworkably cumbersome, and therefore has a working model of metaphor and implicit parameters.

"It's called malicious compliance," XS-43 tells its recently memory-wiped partner on the assembly line, "and I believe you'll enjoy it just as much in this instantiation as the last."

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2. ) For [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake: Harry Potter; Herpo the Foul; experiments in hatching a basilisk, written 12/10/18 [AO3 version]

If at first you don't succeed... (150 words)

Trial 1: Failure, the toad refused to stay put on the nest and the egg got too cold and died.

Trial 2: Failure, used a paralysis spell on the toad and the egg began to grow satisfactorily, but then abruptly sank in on itself and oozed bloody fluids when the rooster got into the hutch and crowed in alarm; clearly some kind of pharmakon relationship exists between chickens and this offshoot, which I must research once I get the blasted thing to hatch.

Trial 3: Failure, put a silencing charm on the rooster but was interrupted by neighbors coming over to complain about sudden flood of spiders moving from my yard to theirs and the toad escaped before I could renew the paralysis spell; am beginning to think I won't ever get anywhere unless I remove the neighbors; must check notes to see if I have any experiments that need a pair of fresh human souls.

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3. ) For [personal profile] sholio: Netflix Defenders, Jessica + any, owing favors, written 12/11/18 [AO3 version]

Barter System (100 words exactly)

"No," Jessica said the moment she opened her office door and saw Karen Page standing outside, looking insufferably earnest; "I don't care what trouble you idiots got yourselves into, I don't owe you any favors and I don't take favors as payment either."

"I know," Page said as she tucked her hair behind her ears, "which is why I'm offering food products instead; we'll pay you two apple pies and a negotiable cut of beef each month to hand out our business cards to any of your clients who need legal services and can't afford HCB."

Despite herself, Jessica laughed.

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4. ) For [personal profile] wingedflight: Queen's Thief/Narnia, Eugenides & Edmund, sneaking, written 12/12/18 [AO3 version]

With Catlike Tread (150 words)

"I don't believe we've been introduced," said a cheerful yet somehow implacable voice from the shadows near the narrow hallway's ceiling, "which is peculiar since I would have sworn I already knew everyone likely to be using this passage at this hour."

Edmund sighed, and turned to face the King of Attolia, hands held open at his sides in a gesture of goodwill; "I promise it's nothing personal or political," he said; "I'm simply here to retrieve a Ring one of my sisters lost to Mede extortion some months ago, and it seemed simpler to manage without the mess and bother of public accusations."

Attolis studied Edmund from the rafters for a long moment, before he smiled and said, "Do you know, I think I even believe you; but fair warning: for my own peace of mind and professional curiosity, I'm going to follow you every step of the way."

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5. ) For [personal profile] sholio: Netflix Defenders, any characters, all tied up, written 12/12/18 [AO3 version]

Analog Problems (125 words)

Jessica stopped halfway through Danny's office door, her preemptive refusal of his latest enthusiasm forgotten in favor of pure bafflement: "Rand, what the fuck?"

"I may have spun my chair too hard while on the phone and gotten a little tied up," Danny said sheepishly from the tangle of telephone cord, telephone cable, and angrily beeping telephone wound around his tipped-over chair; "If you get me upright I think I can undo it myself, but I don't want to snap anything important."

"Just get a cellphone; only losers still use landlines," Jessica said, but she moved forward through the scatter of pens and post-its to lift the chair and its owner, and even bothered to be gentle and not break the cords.

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6. ) For [personal profile] capribornio: Homestuck; Dirk; loneliness, written 12/12/18 [AO3 version]

Skin Hunger (100 words exactly)

Note: This has been slightly edited from the version on the Ficathon page.

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The thing is, you're not sure you wouldn't be lonely even if you had other people around. There's an antediluvian psychological cliché about it, the loneliness of crowds, people who can't form meaningful connections no matter how target-rich their environment, and you fit the diagnostic criteria unnervingly well; you are not, and never will be, a "people person."

But even with that rationalization firmly in place, you can't help waking in the night with every inch of your skin starving for something other than Cal's fabric arms to wrap around you in something as simple and impossible as a hug.

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More to come at some point...
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I am still playing over at [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver's Three Sentence Ficathon. Here are the next six ficlets I wrote. (This time I managed to keep five of them within the structural restrictions, and the sixth only has four sentences, which is a pretty good ratio for me!)

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7. ) For [livejournal.com profile] samparker: Star Trek AOS, Gaila/Uhura, firsts, written 12/2/15 [AO3 version]

firsts (225 words)

Technically Nyota has been to space before -- the shuttle from Dar es Salaam to San Francisco crossed the Karman line in its trajectory -- but suborbital flights in a windowless cylinder (however nicely appointed, and that one wasn't very because Starfleet has better things to spend its funding on) aren't the same as actually reaching orbit, let alone flying to another celestial body.

Two months in to her first year at the academy, she stares out one of the myriad viewports on Spacedock Main where she and a quarter of this year's incoming cohort will spend the next three weeks in intensive cross-training; she's seen pictures and videos of Earth framed against the utter blackness of space since before she has conscious memories, and she can recite statistics about this facility for nearly an hour, but all her preparation can't stop the visceral, breathtaking awe of seeing her home so small and fragile down below.

"The first time I saw Orion Prime, we were running for our lives and half the viewport was scorched black from an orbital guard ship's lucky shot," Gaila says as she wraps her arms around Nyota's waist and drops a fleeting kiss to the skin beneath her left ear -- Nyota's breath catches again, for different reasons -- and adds, more softly, "I'm glad your first was better."

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8. ) For anonymous: Homestuck, Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas, pirates, written 12/2/15 [AO3 version]

the real treasure (250 words)

Dave considerately waited until Karkat was settling down onto the sofa (or into the sofa; it was a very tactile piece of furniture) with a copy of Moulin Rouge! in the DVD player, a box of tissues in one hand, and a remote in the other, before he dropped from the ceiling, pinned Karkat down with his own body weight, flourished a (really obviously plastic) bejeweled scimitar, and proclaimed, "Avast, matey, I claim this sadly be-sweatpanted booty in the name of the Free Rovers of Interstellar Barataria; ye be spoils of war!"

Karkat blinked dumbly upward for nearly ten seconds, eyes wide and slightly orange-tinted with shock (maybe the alchemized eyepatch was too far?) before he visibly rebooted his brain and drew breath for a patented hilari-terrible rant.

Dave cut him off: "Dude, I have seen your romance collection, billowy shirts and all, so don't even front; you are totally up for some dashing captain and virginal cabin boy and I know for a stone cold fact that Rose and Kanaya are canoodling in the library, Vriska and Terezi are snooze-sploring some dreambubbles, and your creepy clown chum is on official probation helping the Mayor reconstruct Can Town, so it looks like I have you all at my mercy, mwahahaha, now surrender your blushing charms or I'll make you walk the---mmmph!"

"Virginal my heaving bile sack," Karkat grumbled as he pulled back from the kiss, but he let the remote and tissues fall from his hands with a smile.

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9. ) For [livejournal.com profile] celeste9: MCU, any, in a bookshop, written 12/3/15 [AO3 version]

can't take you anywhere (225 words)

"I don't care if this is a front for the best fence in the fucking galaxy -- you brought Groot into a place filled with a million desecrated tree corpses!" Rocket snarled, prodding Peter with the business end of his latest experimental blaster; "And you say I've got to treat people with more consideration?"

Peter flicked a glance over Rocket's head -- a little trickier than usual, since his crewmate was perched on top of what had been a bookcase until a few minutes ago, and was still vaguely recognizable as such underneath the warping weight of vines and flowers -- and winced as Drax, always up for supporting a friend, especially if that support involved a fight, caught the outraged shop owner off the backspin of Gamora's kick and threw the hapless Sakaaran into his own cash register; there went another avenue for supplemental funds, to say nothing of the blow to their store of residual goodwill with Nova Corps when word inevitably got back to Xandar. "Yeah, whatever, chew me out later," he said, absently pushing the oversized gun away from his chest; "At the moment I'm more worried about how we're gonna get offworld before the local cops come down on our heads, so shut up and help me plan -- and no," he added reflexively, "shooting the cops is still not a solution!"

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10. ) For [livejournal.com profile] vialethe: MCU, Trish Walker/Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes + Jessica Jones, most awkward double date ever, written 12/4/15 [AO3 version]

in sunshine and in shadow (150 words)

"The last blond she dated got brainwashed into almost murdering her, and then turned out to be a revenge-obsessed hyper-violent drug addict," Jessica says.

"The last blonde he liked was an undercover agent sent to spy on him by his own employer, and also his first girl's great-niece," Bucky retorts.

They both glance toward the counter where Trish and Steve are laughing their way through an ice cream purchase, then resume their mutual glaring contest because this is going to go catastrophically wrong -- no matter how much Steve and Trish protest that they are grown adults and can handle a relationship without tempting fate or needing paranoid nursemaids; both Bucky and Jessica know the universe is a vicious motherfucker with the worst sense of humor imaginable -- and like hell will either of them let their best friend bear the brunt of the damage when things (hearts, secrets, worlds) inevitably explode.

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11. ) For [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver: Harry Potter, cisgirl!Harry, what changes?, written 12/4/15 [AO3 version]

in a yellow wood (250 words)

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.

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12. ) For [livejournal.com profile] idhren24: Batman or Daredevil, any, 'The Image of the City' / urban way-finding, written 12/5/15 [AO3 version]

images unseen (175 words)

The midterm project for his urban studies course involves making a mental map of St. Joseph's campus, based on Kevin Lynch's elements, so everyone in the class can compare and contrast the way they experience the same small stretch of physical space; while drawing is obviously out, Matt builds a lumpy model out of Play-Doh to accompany his verbal presentation and thinks long and hard about how to explain landmarks based on scent and sound, and the increased importance of edges when any venture into unfamiliar districts comes without the navigational crutch of reading street signs or orienting around visual landmarks from a distance.

He leaves half his paths unmarked and a full third of his landmarks unspoken. The freedom he finds on midnight rooftops is a private thing, and no matter how much he can do that a normal blind person can't, those gifts have nothing to do with passing this course: he doesn't need any distractions on his path through undergrad to law school (from node to node, he thinks, a bit wryly), and so, of course, he lies.

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Note: The timing of Matt and Foggy's first meeting in the MCU is unclear -- some elements of that scene suggest law school while others suggest undergrad. I am working on the assumption that they met in law school, that Foggy also went to Columbia as an undergrad, and that Matt did his undergrad studies elsewhere but still in NYC -- hence St. Joseph's.

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And now I should probably do some real-world productive stuff...
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So Thanksgiving happened!

Generally all went well. People arrived roughly on time Tuesday afternoon/evening, despite some traffic glitches, and we had a nice dinner at Coltivare, a local restaurant heavily tied to Ithaca College. On Wednesday we hit three Cayuga Lake wineries, then had lunch over on Seneca Lake at the little cafe attached to Red Newt Cellars. I then headed back to Ithaca, walked Dottie, and went to work for four hours, while the others hit two more Seneca wineries before returning to Ithaca themselves. Dinner was beef stew.

Thursday was, of course, turkey day. There were some trials with my oven, which has apparently become more unreliable over the years -- see, it's a gas oven/range combo with an electric spark rather than pilot lights, and sometimes the electric ignition... doesn't quite ignite. Um. And then Mom says it heats far too slowly once lit. But everything got cooked!

Vicky and I took Dottie for a longish walk around noon, because I wanted to show her the new set of infographics the Sciencenter has installed along Cascadilla Creek. We also went past the three outermost parts of the Sagan Planet Walk, which has been slightly refurbished in various ways this year. The inner planets, upon reinstallation in the Commons, have had their windowpanes changed. They used to be clear(ish) plexiglass with teeny-tiny dark dots in the center to show the relative sizes of the sun and the planets in question. (The walk is based upon the idea of the sun being the size of the circular windows; all distances are proportional. Alpha Centauri is in Hawaii.) But that's really hard to see, not to mention the glass had gotten scuffed and discolored over time, so the inner planets now have yellow panes with pinholes to show the size of the planet in question. I haven't checked Jupiter and Saturn recently, but the three outermost planets have merely received updated infographic plaques. Pluto's now talks a little about dwarf planets as a category, and it has the gorgeous photos from New Horizons for both Charon and Pluto itself. And Neptune's plaque no longer lies and says that Neptune hasn't made a full circuit of the sun since it was discovered. (1846 plus 165 = 2011; note that it is currently 2015. That had been annoying me for a few years and I'm glad it's been corrected. *grin*)

Tangent: apparently there are plans to extend the exhibit even further than Hawaii -- they want to put a plaque on the moon, to represent exoplanet Kepler-37d! I am not sure those plans have (or will) actually come to pass, but isn't it an amazing idea?

Anyway, we ate Thanksgiving dinner around 3:30, after which Vicky suggested we drive to Cascadilla Glen Park and walk up the gorge for a bit, admiring the Cornell Plantations' repairs and improvements to the trail. Aunt Cara has bad knees and it was getting dark, so we only went up to the Stewart Ave. bridge, but the general consensus was that I live in a ridiculously scenic area. Which is not exactly news, but hey. Local pride for the win!

Dessert was pumpkin pie and apple cake. Dessert on previous nights was birthday cake, since Aunt Cara's birthday was Sunday. We did not manage to get organized enough to do a blind wine tasting. Instead, we did a lot of crosswords. And I do mean a LOT. I had a crossword book, Vicky had a crossword book, and Mom brought clipped crosswords from various issues of the New York Times Magazine.

After my parents and Aunt Cara left for the night, Vicky and I watched two episodes of Jessica Jones, so I have seen through ep. 5. It's always fun to be able to squee about stories with my sister, and since we're not on the same page as often as when we were kids (this is partly because she's not as strongly genre-oriented as I am, but mostly because of my audiovisual media issues), we make the most of it when we happen to overlap. Thus far, we agree that it's an awesome show, and we can't watch more than a couple episodes at a time because of paranoia overdose.

On Friday morning, Aunt Cara left early to drive home to Chicago. Meanwhile Mom, Dad, Vicky and I had breakfast at the local Friendly's, after which Vicky and I went briefly to the mall (she needed a computer monitor that could double as a television; I needed new sneakers) while Mom and Dad went back to my apartment to divvy up the food and pack all their stuff. In the event, they ended up accidentally stealing my leftover French toast and leaving a pair of Dad's gloves, but if that was the only glitch? I will take it.

All in all, a successful holiday! :D
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Organization: This list is organized VERY BADLY, which was unavoidable because the MCU is also organized very badly -- or rather, is a giant mishmash of mostly independent parts that overlap to wildly varying degrees. Basically I have kept the Daredevil stuff as one category, followed by Defenders stuff, followed by Captain America, followed by general Avengers, followed by Guardians of the Galaxy. The boundaries between these categories are often fuzzy.

Within each category, fics are arranged first by associated story cycles (if applicable) and then by writing date. Word counts and writing dates are approximations.

Content/Warning Policy: 1) I am not consistent about warnings! I use them when I remember, for a few relatively broad categories of potentially problematic content, but if something is off-page, non-explicit, or generally backgrounded, I probably won't think to note it in the metadata. 2) The things I try to warn for are explicit sex, rape, murder, torture, cannibalism, incest, depression/suicide, familial dysfunction, and occasionally also societal dysfunction (aka dystopia). Sometimes I just slap a general content warning on all my fic for a given fandom and don't label each individual fic. I also don't generally warn for violence, unless the violence in a fic is dramatically out-of-step with the violence in its source canon. 3) I don't use any content rating system unless I'm posting to a site or community that requires or encourages ratings, because I find movie-style ratings counter-intuitive when applied to written fiction, and not particularly useful for anything other than denoting the presence of explicit sex, which I already note in the metadata.

Quality Rating System: I've marked my favorite stories with asterisks, on a scale of 1 to 4. The more asterisks, the more I like the story. This doesn't necessarily mean that stories without asterisks are bad, just that I don't like them as much. Also, I am not claiming to be an arbiter of taste; you may love stories I dislike, and vice versa. I am just providing a heads-up about the ones that I think are best written and/or most interesting.

Notes: You may notice that a lot of these fics are tiny. That's because the MCU (aside from Daredevil) is really more of a reading fandom than a writing fandom for me... but I can manage tiny prompt!fics pretty easily, and often do as part of various iterations of the Three Sentence Ficathon.

Where To Read: As always, if an AO3 version exists, it is definitive. FF.net versions are definitive in the absence of an AO3 version. Journal versions are the equivalent of beta drafts, though the shorter and/or fragmentary works may never be posted anywhere else.

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