(1 – anonymous – Team Seven as dragon riders)
The Uchiha have always been people of fire, dragons passed down throughout the generations.
Naruto was born bonded to the strongest dragon in the world.
Shikako comes from a clan of ground walkers–a family satisfied with their forests and herds–but she’s always dreamed of flying.
(2 – anonymous – music Shikako has shared with her friends)
They are a crowd of colorful silks and beautiful patterns, a troupe of pretty musicians invited to perform for the daimyo: with Yakumo’s genjutsu, as far as the audience knows, all five performers are on stage even though two of them are sitting off to the side.
Further in the palace, kimono traded for stealthier outfits, the strains of music reach Ino and Shikako’s ears–familiar music, even.
Shikako murmurs with a smile, “Smooth Criminal, really?”
(3 – anonymous – more 6.3, Shikako/Gaara, youkai!AU / Inuyasha!AU)
For someone meant to be the reincarnation of a priestess, she finds herself empathizing with the demons more than those on their supposedly holy mission.
“Step aside, Shikabane, this demon is not worth your efforts,” the cloaked priest says, hand extended towards them.
She stays where she is, unwilling to move from her spot in front of Gaara’s prone form, “My name is Shikako, and I won’t let you hurt him.”
(4 – anonymous – even more 3.4, Shikako/Gaara, modern royalty!AU)
She fidgets, tries not to, keenly aware of how literally outclassed she is here; she knows she’s wrinkling her outfit and hopes that Ino won’t notice.
He keeps blinking, so tired but unable to sleep, insomnia combined with secondhand nerves and the duties of being one of Her Majesty’s younger brothers.
They bump into each other, an awkward clash of limbs and a flurry of stilted apologies–the photos instead capture a theatric tableau of love at first sight.
(5 – @captainlibrarynerdstuff – even more 6.1, Shikako/Haku, Project Runway!AU, outsider POV)
“It’s all luck,” Netsui snarls, leaning in close when the cameras are away, “You’d never have gotten this far without it.”
The other models observe, judging: it’s obvious which designs are at the bottom this week, and Netsui’s designer has never won a challenge.
Haku smiles, silent, and walks away.
A/N: No worries, still doing this, though I may start using prompts that’ve been languishing on my to-do list from before I started this three sentence fic meme. I hope those prompters don’t mind.
Post Word Count: 319, Running Word Count: 717