Three Sentence Fics Round 3
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asphaltcowgrrlNot sure how many more of these are left, but I'm going to focus on the numbers challenge next. Wish me luck.
Bonus: Gifs because I'm in a mood.
Prompt: Old Voicemail
It sat on her phone, unlistened to, unwanted, for years. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to delete it. One day, maybe, she might want to hear his voice again.
Prompt: Don’t Panic
“Breathe,” he told himself, trying to steady his beating heart. It was only a kiss, just one swift brush of the lips. He could do this without freaking out, right?
(LMAO... I just noticed how suggestive this gif is with how it's framed/edited... HAHAHA.)
Prompt: Winning Ways
Zayne knew the hand was his, aces high and so was he. But those big blue eyes looking at him from across the table were starting to shake his confidence. He had his ways of winning the game, but all bets were off when Zek looked at him that way.
Prompt: Your characters are introduced to each other at a party by a mutual friend. They actually know each other quite well, but don’t acknowledge it. Then the mutual friend steps away...
“Radu,” the blond said with a giant smile, “this is my friend, Chet. Chet, this is Radu. He is not from around here, as you’ll soon discover. His accent is heavenly. I think you two will… get along just fine.” She winked and walked away to greet a group of newly arrived guests.
“Radu,” Zayne snorted the second their hostess was out of earshot. “What the hell kind of name is Radu?”
“It is not nearly as awful as Chet,” Andrej shot back. Frowning, he gave Zayne a hard look. “Radu cel Frumos was the youngest brother of Vlad Țepeș.”
Zayne cackled. “They named you after Dracula’s little brother? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I am not,” Andrej said, sounding like he wished he had been. “Someone in our department is either a history buff or is having a joke at my expense.”
“I’m sorry,” Zayne said, still chuckling. “But considering our situation, it is kind of funny, don’t you think? I mean, why do we always get picked for these kinds of cases? First the swinger’s hotel…”
“Then the strip club.”
“And the VIP lounge at that poker place.”
“Now this,” Andrej said with a sigh.
“At least we’re a couple in real life this time,” Zayne said, looking around at the other young, handsome men milling around the room. Their host, Bella Donna, was a high-end matchmaker for the gay elite in southern Nevada. Despite her ridiculous name, she made a damn good living at what she did. That was often the result when you catered to the wealthy.
“So, you will not panic if I kiss you tonight,” Andrej asked, startling Zayne.
“I didn’t panic the first time if you remember,” Zayne reminded him. “You did catch me off guard, though.”
Andrej nodded, looking at the floor. A lot had happened during that case. His kissing Zayne to keep from blowing their cover had led to him having to out himself to his partner. And a drugged glass of wine had led to him telling Zayne he was in love with him. Granted, he’d spilled his guts in Romanian, but it had still happened. And it still embarrassed him to think about.
“So, Radu,” Zayne said, taking Andrej by the hand and pulling him close. “Doesn’t frumos mean beautiful? Or, handsome,” he corrected with a laugh.
“Da,” Andrej said, smiling up at his gorgeous partner. “ Ești cel mai frumos,” he muttered.
“Liar,” Zayne muttered, leaning in. Lips a millimeter from Andrej’s, he whispered, “You are by far the better looking of the two of us. But I’ll take the compliment if you’ll give me a kiss.”
He didn’t bother to respond with words. Instead, he breached the tiny distance between them and pressed his mouth to Zayne’s. It was possible that this case might be a little more enjoyable than they had first thought.
(And of course there has to be one that's way the heck longer than three sentences, right?)
Bonus: Gifs because I'm in a mood.
Prompt: Old Voicemail
It sat on her phone, unlistened to, unwanted, for years. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to delete it. One day, maybe, she might want to hear his voice again.
Prompt: Don’t Panic
“Breathe,” he told himself, trying to steady his beating heart. It was only a kiss, just one swift brush of the lips. He could do this without freaking out, right?
(LMAO... I just noticed how suggestive this gif is with how it's framed/edited... HAHAHA.)
Prompt: Winning Ways
Zayne knew the hand was his, aces high and so was he. But those big blue eyes looking at him from across the table were starting to shake his confidence. He had his ways of winning the game, but all bets were off when Zek looked at him that way.
Prompt: Your characters are introduced to each other at a party by a mutual friend. They actually know each other quite well, but don’t acknowledge it. Then the mutual friend steps away...
“Radu,” the blond said with a giant smile, “this is my friend, Chet. Chet, this is Radu. He is not from around here, as you’ll soon discover. His accent is heavenly. I think you two will… get along just fine.” She winked and walked away to greet a group of newly arrived guests.
“Radu,” Zayne snorted the second their hostess was out of earshot. “What the hell kind of name is Radu?”
“It is not nearly as awful as Chet,” Andrej shot back. Frowning, he gave Zayne a hard look. “Radu cel Frumos was the youngest brother of Vlad Țepeș.”
Zayne cackled. “They named you after Dracula’s little brother? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I am not,” Andrej said, sounding like he wished he had been. “Someone in our department is either a history buff or is having a joke at my expense.”
“I’m sorry,” Zayne said, still chuckling. “But considering our situation, it is kind of funny, don’t you think? I mean, why do we always get picked for these kinds of cases? First the swinger’s hotel…”
“Then the strip club.”
“And the VIP lounge at that poker place.”
“Now this,” Andrej said with a sigh.
“At least we’re a couple in real life this time,” Zayne said, looking around at the other young, handsome men milling around the room. Their host, Bella Donna, was a high-end matchmaker for the gay elite in southern Nevada. Despite her ridiculous name, she made a damn good living at what she did. That was often the result when you catered to the wealthy.
“So, you will not panic if I kiss you tonight,” Andrej asked, startling Zayne.
“I didn’t panic the first time if you remember,” Zayne reminded him. “You did catch me off guard, though.”
Andrej nodded, looking at the floor. A lot had happened during that case. His kissing Zayne to keep from blowing their cover had led to him having to out himself to his partner. And a drugged glass of wine had led to him telling Zayne he was in love with him. Granted, he’d spilled his guts in Romanian, but it had still happened. And it still embarrassed him to think about.
“So, Radu,” Zayne said, taking Andrej by the hand and pulling him close. “Doesn’t frumos mean beautiful? Or, handsome,” he corrected with a laugh.
“Da,” Andrej said, smiling up at his gorgeous partner. “ Ești cel mai frumos,” he muttered.
“Liar,” Zayne muttered, leaning in. Lips a millimeter from Andrej’s, he whispered, “You are by far the better looking of the two of us. But I’ll take the compliment if you’ll give me a kiss.”
He didn’t bother to respond with words. Instead, he breached the tiny distance between them and pressed his mouth to Zayne’s. It was possible that this case might be a little more enjoyable than they had first thought.
(And of course there has to be one that's way the heck longer than three sentences, right?)
