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March 3-Sentence Fics
Note: March's challenge at 1_million_words is 3 sentence fics. Thought I'd dump them all into one post as we go through the month.
March 4th
Prompt:
"I’ve got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments.”
Fic:
“What the hell do you mean by ‘sell us for scientific experiments,” Zayne asked, worried.
“I think he’s finally done with us, cowboy,” James replied with a wink.
“Either that or he’s convinced you’re both aliens,” Trish laughed.
March 5th
Prompt:
"I don’t like sand."
Fic
“Of course you don’t like sand, Reid, you don’t like anything.”
“I like you, Ethan, always have.”
“Wrong answer, wrong time, wrong person, jerkface.”
March 6th
Prompt:
“Please. This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who…”
Fic
“Seriously, cowboy,” James groaned, “no one cares.”
“I’m pretty sure the dead guy’s gonna care, narco,” Trish pointed out.
“Okay, fine, then I don’t care, how about that,” James said, throwing his hands in the air.
March 7th
Prompt:
For one day, wishes come true
Fic
When he was young, he’d known not to ask for anything, because money was always scarce. He’d grown into a man who needed little and asked for even less. But right now, in his arms, he had everything he’d ever wanted, plus one.
March 8th
Prompt:
Refuse to accept one million dollars.
Fic
“It’s too much, I cannot accept it,” he said, waving his hand at the check.
“He shot at you, you idiot,” his partner seethed. “He owes you a lot more than a check.”
“Money would not revive me if I had died,” Andrej reminded him.
“Like I don’t already know that,” Zayne grumbled. It was all he could say because the reality of it was too much for him to handle.
March 9th
Prompt:
”Something went wrong… .”
Fic
“Why am I not surprised, cowboy? Something always goes wrong whenever you’re in the kitchen,” James said, shaking his head and starting to clean up the mess Zayne had made. “It’s a good damn thing you’re so pretty.”
March 10th
Prompt:
“During the night old Perkins had his leg bitten sort of… off.”
Fic
“Sort of,” Adrien asked, looking up from the eggs he was piling onto a plate for Elliot. “How do you sort of get your leg bitten off?”
“By not letting the wild animal chew it all the way through,” Elliot suggested.
Adrien held the plate of eggs just out of Elliot’s reach. “You can be a real jerk sometimes, El.”
“Yeah, but you still love me,” Elliot said, reaching for his breakfast and getting no resistance.
March 11th
Prompt:
"I’m worried about your coffee dependency."
Fic
“I’m a writer, E, I’ll be fine,” Travis said, grinning. “I’m built to withstand high levels of caffeine and sugar.”
Sighing, Ethan gave his husband a look and said, “I’m still worried, you might literally climb the walls if you have one more cup.”
“I’ll leave the wall and curtain climbing to the kittens,” Travis said, pointing to one of their nine pound ‘kittens’.
“I think you’d do less damage than either of those two mooses.”
“Aw, don’t talk about my babies that way, neither Brennan nor Ryan are meese!”
March 12th
Prompt:
"You were lucky to have a room. We used to have to live in a corridor.”
Fic
“Yeah, okay so I know all about your sad childhood, Andy, and I’m grateful for what you’re giving me but, why on earth does the cowboy get a bigger room than I do?”
“Because I was here first,” Zayne grinned, knowing that it would annoy the redhead.
“You can both move out anytime,” Andrej said, throwing his hands in the air and walking away.
March 13th
Prompt:
Explain why the chicken crossed the road.
Fic:
“He bolted,” Travis said, shrugging. “I mean, what would you do if you saw the farmer’s wife coming for you with a butcher knife?”
“I – I think you’ve put too much thought into this, Travis,” Ethan laughed.”
March 14th
Prompt
"I think my guardian angel’s trying to kill me."
Fic
“Dean, you’re nuts,” Sam said with a huff. “Cas is not trying to kill you.”
“Oh really,” Dean said, waving a hand at the dingy hotel room they were currently inhabiting. “What do you call all of this then?”
Sam looked at the bed and took in the pile of handcuffs, ball gags, and various other restraining devices. “Um, foreplay?”
March 15th
Prompt
"I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing."
Fic
“Murph,” Ethan sighed, “you live in the woods, I’m not sure how weird any of this is.”
Travis looked at him and smiled. “What if I told you I was leading you to the lake to go skinny dipping?”
March 16th
Prompt:
Stop pretending and just be that ninja with the magical penguins everyone KNOWS you are.
Fic:
Ethan watched Travis twirling around in the living room, playing ninja. “Don’t you have a book to write,” he asked.
“Yeah, but I saw this inspirational thing online about being a ninja with magical penguins so I thought I’d try it out.”
“Oh-kay,” Ethan sighed. Moving towards the cabinet where Travis kept all of his DVDs, he quietly removed Madagascar and all its sequels. It was suddenly apparent that his husband was using them as a distraction way too often than was healthy.
March 17th
Prompt:
”Let me see what happens when I do this….”
Fic:
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to touch things, Reyes?”
“She tried,” Andrej sighed.
“Let me guess,” James said, watching as Zayne flipped the switch anyway. “It didn’t work.”
“Apparently not,” Andrej said, nodding towards his partner.
“Damnit,” Zayne groaned, covering his eyes to reduce the glare. “Why didn’t you warn me that was going to turn on a bright ass light?”
“We tried,” Andrej reminded him, “but you did not listen.”
“Kinda like always,” James added with a grin.
March 18th
Prompt
"The only reason I'm here is because I hate you."
Fic
“Really, narco?”
“Really, cowboy.”
“Okay so then if you hate me so much why are you naked?”
March 19th
Prompt:
"Wicked Child! Chairs are the work of Belezabub."
Fic:
“What the hell does that even mean,” Zayne asked, reading the words scrawled on the wall of their crime scene.
“I’m not even sure,” Andrej replied. “But I wouldn’t touch that,” he said, noticing Zayne reaching for the wall, “because I have a feeling it’s been written in blood.”
March 20th
Prompt:
"Let's run away and live in your tree house."
Fic:
“I’m not sure it’s big enough,” Dave said. “My dad built it when I was a kid.”
Albie shrugged. “At this point, it has to be better – safer – than facing my sister’s wrath.”
“Ali likes me,” Dave said.
“And she loves me,” Albie replied, “but she’s still going to murder us for what we did to her kitchen.”
March 21st
Prompt:
"I’m out here in full force with all the salt we could ever need."
Fic:
“Damnit, Travis, there are no demons in our back yard,” Ethan shouted at his husband. “You have got to stop binge watching Supernatural!”
“But I heard a noise, E,” Travis shouted back. “What if it’s something evil.”
“Oh, it is something evil,” Ethan sighed, coming out onto the porch to watch his husband tossing salt in the grass. “And they’re called squirrels!”
March 22nd
Prompt:
“No, this is a different thing. It’s spontaneous and it’s called wit.”
Fic:
Adrien looked at his uncle and shook his head. “D, that’s not wit, that’s… I don’t even know what that was.”
“It was Dante’s idea of wit,” Aleja said. “And sadly, my brother needs a new dictionary.”
“Y’all don’t know a good joke when you hear one,” Dante groaned. “I mean, can’t rabbits have bad hare days?”
March 23rd
Prompt
"You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why."
Fic:
“Why do you worry so much,” Travis asked, arranging the daisies in a vase.
“Because I’m thinking that this is becoming an obsession, Muprh. No two men need nineteen bouquets of flowers.”
Travis looked over his shoulder and blew Ethan a kiss. “Flowers make the place happy and I’m a creative type. Can’t resist adding a little color.”
“I still think there’s something weird going on here, but I’ve learned during our time together that sometimes, it’s better not to ask.”
March 24th
Prompt
“I’m in your home, covered in lotion. And I’m reading your ledger!”
Fic:
“I don’t own a ledger, Reyes,” James sighed, wondering if the suntan lotion Zayne had smeared all over himself would come off the couch.
“Then what the hell is this,” he asked, holding up a notebook.
“Jake’s bucket list,” James said, laughing.
“Dude,” Zayne said, giving James a weird look. “He wants to reply to work emails with ‘meow’ and nothing else.”
Shrugging, James said, “What can I say, Jake’s not quite all there.”
March 25th
Prompt:
"I'm not actually who I say I am."
Fic
“Of course you’re not who you say you are,” Zayne said, rolling his eyes. “Who’d admit to being a vampire anyway?”
“I am not a vampire,” Andrej said, trying not to sigh. “And before you say it, I am not from Transylvania either.”
Zayne looked at him.
“Bela Lugosi was Hungarian, Zayne.”
Zayne crossed his arms over his chest.
“Continuă să mă împingi așa și îți voi suge sângele până vei fi uscat,” Andrej muttered, throwing his arms into the air and causing Zayne’s eyes to widen.
“I’m not sure what you just said,” Zayne remarked, “however, I’m thinking sângele sounds entirely too much like sangre. Blood is blood in any language.”
Andrej glared at him.
“You scare the shit out of me sometimes,” Zayne said, “just so you know.”
*Interesting end note: I went to Wikipedia to double check my memory of Bela Lugosi’s origin and the area of Austria-Hungary where he was born is now part of Romania, although NOT in Transylvania, Zayne.
*Also: Andy’s Romanian rant translates to: Keep pushing me like this and I’ll suck your blood until you’re dry. LOL
March 27th
Prompt:
"Truth hurts, don't it?"
Fic:
“Hate to break it to you, gingerbread,” Zayne grinned. “But he’s had a cowboy fetish much longer than he’s had a pasty ass redhead fetish.”
“He’s not wrong, Rosewood,” Hilary said. “I helped Andy pack up some books for the Friends of the Library book sale. Ninety-seven percent were cowboy romances.”
“Of varying um, genres,” Trish laughed.
“What does that mean,” James asked.
“Male-female couples, male-male couples,” she said.
“But also male-female-male couples,” Hilary added, “and never mind the one male-male-male cowboy romance.”
Zayne snorted. “You mean the one you snuck out of the pile and hid in your nightstand?”
“Shut up,” Hilary hissed. “He might want it back.”
“You know what,” James said. “I’m sorry I asked.”
March 4th
Prompt:
"I’ve got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments.”
Fic:
“What the hell do you mean by ‘sell us for scientific experiments,” Zayne asked, worried.
“I think he’s finally done with us, cowboy,” James replied with a wink.
“Either that or he’s convinced you’re both aliens,” Trish laughed.
March 5th
Prompt:
"I don’t like sand."
Fic
“Of course you don’t like sand, Reid, you don’t like anything.”
“I like you, Ethan, always have.”
“Wrong answer, wrong time, wrong person, jerkface.”
March 6th
Prompt:
“Please. This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who…”
Fic
“Seriously, cowboy,” James groaned, “no one cares.”
“I’m pretty sure the dead guy’s gonna care, narco,” Trish pointed out.
“Okay, fine, then I don’t care, how about that,” James said, throwing his hands in the air.
March 7th
Prompt:
For one day, wishes come true
Fic
When he was young, he’d known not to ask for anything, because money was always scarce. He’d grown into a man who needed little and asked for even less. But right now, in his arms, he had everything he’d ever wanted, plus one.
March 8th
Prompt:
Refuse to accept one million dollars.
Fic
“It’s too much, I cannot accept it,” he said, waving his hand at the check.
“He shot at you, you idiot,” his partner seethed. “He owes you a lot more than a check.”
“Money would not revive me if I had died,” Andrej reminded him.
“Like I don’t already know that,” Zayne grumbled. It was all he could say because the reality of it was too much for him to handle.
March 9th
Prompt:
”Something went wrong… .”
Fic
“Why am I not surprised, cowboy? Something always goes wrong whenever you’re in the kitchen,” James said, shaking his head and starting to clean up the mess Zayne had made. “It’s a good damn thing you’re so pretty.”
March 10th
Prompt:
“During the night old Perkins had his leg bitten sort of… off.”
Fic
“Sort of,” Adrien asked, looking up from the eggs he was piling onto a plate for Elliot. “How do you sort of get your leg bitten off?”
“By not letting the wild animal chew it all the way through,” Elliot suggested.
Adrien held the plate of eggs just out of Elliot’s reach. “You can be a real jerk sometimes, El.”
“Yeah, but you still love me,” Elliot said, reaching for his breakfast and getting no resistance.
March 11th
Prompt:
"I’m worried about your coffee dependency."
Fic
“I’m a writer, E, I’ll be fine,” Travis said, grinning. “I’m built to withstand high levels of caffeine and sugar.”
Sighing, Ethan gave his husband a look and said, “I’m still worried, you might literally climb the walls if you have one more cup.”
“I’ll leave the wall and curtain climbing to the kittens,” Travis said, pointing to one of their nine pound ‘kittens’.
“I think you’d do less damage than either of those two mooses.”
“Aw, don’t talk about my babies that way, neither Brennan nor Ryan are meese!”
March 12th
Prompt:
"You were lucky to have a room. We used to have to live in a corridor.”
Fic
“Yeah, okay so I know all about your sad childhood, Andy, and I’m grateful for what you’re giving me but, why on earth does the cowboy get a bigger room than I do?”
“Because I was here first,” Zayne grinned, knowing that it would annoy the redhead.
“You can both move out anytime,” Andrej said, throwing his hands in the air and walking away.
March 13th
Prompt:
Explain why the chicken crossed the road.
Fic:
“He bolted,” Travis said, shrugging. “I mean, what would you do if you saw the farmer’s wife coming for you with a butcher knife?”
“I – I think you’ve put too much thought into this, Travis,” Ethan laughed.”
March 14th
Prompt
"I think my guardian angel’s trying to kill me."
Fic
“Dean, you’re nuts,” Sam said with a huff. “Cas is not trying to kill you.”
“Oh really,” Dean said, waving a hand at the dingy hotel room they were currently inhabiting. “What do you call all of this then?”
Sam looked at the bed and took in the pile of handcuffs, ball gags, and various other restraining devices. “Um, foreplay?”
March 15th
Prompt
"I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing."
Fic
“Murph,” Ethan sighed, “you live in the woods, I’m not sure how weird any of this is.”
Travis looked at him and smiled. “What if I told you I was leading you to the lake to go skinny dipping?”
March 16th
Prompt:
Stop pretending and just be that ninja with the magical penguins everyone KNOWS you are.
Fic:
Ethan watched Travis twirling around in the living room, playing ninja. “Don’t you have a book to write,” he asked.
“Yeah, but I saw this inspirational thing online about being a ninja with magical penguins so I thought I’d try it out.”
“Oh-kay,” Ethan sighed. Moving towards the cabinet where Travis kept all of his DVDs, he quietly removed Madagascar and all its sequels. It was suddenly apparent that his husband was using them as a distraction way too often than was healthy.
March 17th
Prompt:
”Let me see what happens when I do this….”
Fic:
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to touch things, Reyes?”
“She tried,” Andrej sighed.
“Let me guess,” James said, watching as Zayne flipped the switch anyway. “It didn’t work.”
“Apparently not,” Andrej said, nodding towards his partner.
“Damnit,” Zayne groaned, covering his eyes to reduce the glare. “Why didn’t you warn me that was going to turn on a bright ass light?”
“We tried,” Andrej reminded him, “but you did not listen.”
“Kinda like always,” James added with a grin.
March 18th
Prompt
"The only reason I'm here is because I hate you."
Fic
“Really, narco?”
“Really, cowboy.”
“Okay so then if you hate me so much why are you naked?”
March 19th
Prompt:
"Wicked Child! Chairs are the work of Belezabub."
Fic:
“What the hell does that even mean,” Zayne asked, reading the words scrawled on the wall of their crime scene.
“I’m not even sure,” Andrej replied. “But I wouldn’t touch that,” he said, noticing Zayne reaching for the wall, “because I have a feeling it’s been written in blood.”
March 20th
Prompt:
"Let's run away and live in your tree house."
Fic:
“I’m not sure it’s big enough,” Dave said. “My dad built it when I was a kid.”
Albie shrugged. “At this point, it has to be better – safer – than facing my sister’s wrath.”
“Ali likes me,” Dave said.
“And she loves me,” Albie replied, “but she’s still going to murder us for what we did to her kitchen.”
March 21st
Prompt:
"I’m out here in full force with all the salt we could ever need."
Fic:
“Damnit, Travis, there are no demons in our back yard,” Ethan shouted at his husband. “You have got to stop binge watching Supernatural!”
“But I heard a noise, E,” Travis shouted back. “What if it’s something evil.”
“Oh, it is something evil,” Ethan sighed, coming out onto the porch to watch his husband tossing salt in the grass. “And they’re called squirrels!”
March 22nd
Prompt:
“No, this is a different thing. It’s spontaneous and it’s called wit.”
Fic:
Adrien looked at his uncle and shook his head. “D, that’s not wit, that’s… I don’t even know what that was.”
“It was Dante’s idea of wit,” Aleja said. “And sadly, my brother needs a new dictionary.”
“Y’all don’t know a good joke when you hear one,” Dante groaned. “I mean, can’t rabbits have bad hare days?”
March 23rd
Prompt
"You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why."
Fic:
“Why do you worry so much,” Travis asked, arranging the daisies in a vase.
“Because I’m thinking that this is becoming an obsession, Muprh. No two men need nineteen bouquets of flowers.”
Travis looked over his shoulder and blew Ethan a kiss. “Flowers make the place happy and I’m a creative type. Can’t resist adding a little color.”
“I still think there’s something weird going on here, but I’ve learned during our time together that sometimes, it’s better not to ask.”
March 24th
Prompt
“I’m in your home, covered in lotion. And I’m reading your ledger!”
Fic:
“I don’t own a ledger, Reyes,” James sighed, wondering if the suntan lotion Zayne had smeared all over himself would come off the couch.
“Then what the hell is this,” he asked, holding up a notebook.
“Jake’s bucket list,” James said, laughing.
“Dude,” Zayne said, giving James a weird look. “He wants to reply to work emails with ‘meow’ and nothing else.”
Shrugging, James said, “What can I say, Jake’s not quite all there.”
March 25th
Prompt:
"I'm not actually who I say I am."
Fic
“Of course you’re not who you say you are,” Zayne said, rolling his eyes. “Who’d admit to being a vampire anyway?”
“I am not a vampire,” Andrej said, trying not to sigh. “And before you say it, I am not from Transylvania either.”
Zayne looked at him.
“Bela Lugosi was Hungarian, Zayne.”
Zayne crossed his arms over his chest.
“Continuă să mă împingi așa și îți voi suge sângele până vei fi uscat,” Andrej muttered, throwing his arms into the air and causing Zayne’s eyes to widen.
“I’m not sure what you just said,” Zayne remarked, “however, I’m thinking sângele sounds entirely too much like sangre. Blood is blood in any language.”
Andrej glared at him.
“You scare the shit out of me sometimes,” Zayne said, “just so you know.”
*Interesting end note: I went to Wikipedia to double check my memory of Bela Lugosi’s origin and the area of Austria-Hungary where he was born is now part of Romania, although NOT in Transylvania, Zayne.
*Also: Andy’s Romanian rant translates to: Keep pushing me like this and I’ll suck your blood until you’re dry. LOL
March 27th
Prompt:
"Truth hurts, don't it?"
Fic:
“Hate to break it to you, gingerbread,” Zayne grinned. “But he’s had a cowboy fetish much longer than he’s had a pasty ass redhead fetish.”
“He’s not wrong, Rosewood,” Hilary said. “I helped Andy pack up some books for the Friends of the Library book sale. Ninety-seven percent were cowboy romances.”
“Of varying um, genres,” Trish laughed.
“What does that mean,” James asked.
“Male-female couples, male-male couples,” she said.
“But also male-female-male couples,” Hilary added, “and never mind the one male-male-male cowboy romance.”
Zayne snorted. “You mean the one you snuck out of the pile and hid in your nightstand?”
“Shut up,” Hilary hissed. “He might want it back.”
“You know what,” James said. “I’m sorry I asked.”