[Meme] 1 - 3 Sentences: Schneizel/Kanon
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Author's Notes: Meme concept from the lovely ladies: slashy_lady yinake
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 1-3 sentences.
1. Angst:
2. AU:
3. Crack!fic:
4. Crossover:
5. First Time:
6. Fluff:
7. Humour:
8. Hurt/Comfort:
9. Smut:
10. UST:
I need employment... Lolz~! Enjoy! XD
Angst
Kanon smiled-a smile that hopeful, small and bitter-as the hypothermic effects of the Refrain slowly spread into his system. Closing his eyes, he shivered back into the realm of his memories, where dreams of a peaceful world were engineered through plans of dethronement and suppression of human intricacies, where the mark of their defeat was not yet imprinted in those beloved lavender eyes, where loyalty was bound with freewill and love was cost they could afford.
AU
“We are in a consensual relationship that facilitates human behavioural analysis relating to situational amorous circumstances through intellectual conversations of mutual interests, discrete physical contact, and evaluative appreciation of each other’s company in the confines of a comfortable environment, such as this restaurant,” Dr. Kanon Maldini finished his speech with a smile and a sipped of his wineglass, peering over the two bespectacled teenagers through lowered lashes.
Suzaku scratched his head, and then asked his boyfriend, “Does that mean your brother is dating our guidance counsellor?”
“Close enough,” Lelouch managed to reply.
Crossover
Kanon thought it was just a phase; that his prince will get over his current fixation in a month or two and will go back to his usual self, plotting a revolt against the current government and destroying whoever gambles to stand against his way. But when Schneizel bought that card deal bracer, started sputtering his strategies out loud and practically begged Lloyd to create a D-Wheel for him, Kanon knew he had to put an end to this.
He cleared his throat, capturing his prince’s attention, and said, “Highness, I challenge you to a card duel.”
Crack!fic
“Whatever are the cat ears for, Highness?”
First Time
The first time those whip tassels hit his skin, they scarred in angry red marks of insolence, a stark contrast against the alabaster complexion of his skin and the ice blue defiance of his eyes. It was the first time another individual saw him what he truly was-not as a crossdresser with daddy issues, or the pretty boy, or the Earl Maldini-he was a deviant, defiant, little-know-it-all strategist who was far better off should he be put in his proper place. And the person who will see to his punishment was the Second Prince of the Empire, the ever perfect and glorious Schneizel el Britannia, the epitome of nobility and fine breeding, whose body set for another quip of his whip yet eyes completely devoid of anger and resentment-it was a rather interesting development, and Kanon allowed his body to be whipped some more.
Fluff
Kanon leaned forward, skilled hands under black leather gloves skimming over his shoulders, and then finding their target, pulling his cravat from its messy arrangement. He fixed that cravat the way he fixed Schneizel’s plans-quick, precise, and without any movements put to waste-and after a tug here and there, managed to tame his cravat under his great coat.
“How do I look?” he had to ask; to which the reply was a smile and the words, “Like a Prime Minister.”
Humor
“I’d like to introduce you to my baby,” Kanon said with so much emotion, and sincerity, their hands still clasped together that Schneizel had to blink.
“Beg pardon?”
“Lloyd’s and mine,” he added, still with that smile on his face.
Hurt/Comfort
It pains him to see his Highness be reduced to this, a puppet made of flesh and supreme intellect with pride and reason frozen behind crimson rims around his irises. His sense of comfort: Schneizel el Britannia still lives.
And it shall be enough.
Smut
It was always more than need, more than want, more than yearning and hormonal usurp. It was connection to Kanon, to time, to himself and to everything else they share; a complete awareness of the everything and nothing, of art and passion beyond carnal desires, and the music of their sounds in harmonic accompaniment of the creaking bed frames; a union in its serenest form; an instant made faultless when passions collided, hearts melded and souls united; where the present was all they wanted it to be-a stationary perfection of pure bliss.
UST
The scent of lavender was enticingly nostalgic that day. It reminded him of closed quarters, of soft candle lights, graceful shadows, and satin sheets in rich carmine red. Schneizel shifted slightly in his seat-to accommodate the growing response of his body-and briefly wondered how long will it take to crush the European Union so he could bother Kanon for another update with the Chinese Federation.
Author's Notes: Meme concept from the lovely ladies: slashy_lady yinake
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 1-3 sentences.
1. Angst:
2. AU:
3. Crack!fic:
4. Crossover:
5. First Time:
6. Fluff:
7. Humour:
8. Hurt/Comfort:
9. Smut:
10. UST:
I need employment... Lolz~! Enjoy! XD
Angst
Kanon smiled-a smile that hopeful, small and bitter-as the hypothermic effects of the Refrain slowly spread into his system. Closing his eyes, he shivered back into the realm of his memories, where dreams of a peaceful world were engineered through plans of dethronement and suppression of human intricacies, where the mark of their defeat was not yet imprinted in those beloved lavender eyes, where loyalty was bound with freewill and love was cost they could afford.
AU
“We are in a consensual relationship that facilitates human behavioural analysis relating to situational amorous circumstances through intellectual conversations of mutual interests, discrete physical contact, and evaluative appreciation of each other’s company in the confines of a comfortable environment, such as this restaurant,” Dr. Kanon Maldini finished his speech with a smile and a sipped of his wineglass, peering over the two bespectacled teenagers through lowered lashes.
Suzaku scratched his head, and then asked his boyfriend, “Does that mean your brother is dating our guidance counsellor?”
“Close enough,” Lelouch managed to reply.
Crossover
Kanon thought it was just a phase; that his prince will get over his current fixation in a month or two and will go back to his usual self, plotting a revolt against the current government and destroying whoever gambles to stand against his way. But when Schneizel bought that card deal bracer, started sputtering his strategies out loud and practically begged Lloyd to create a D-Wheel for him, Kanon knew he had to put an end to this.
He cleared his throat, capturing his prince’s attention, and said, “Highness, I challenge you to a card duel.”
Crack!fic
“Whatever are the cat ears for, Highness?”
First Time
The first time those whip tassels hit his skin, they scarred in angry red marks of insolence, a stark contrast against the alabaster complexion of his skin and the ice blue defiance of his eyes. It was the first time another individual saw him what he truly was-not as a crossdresser with daddy issues, or the pretty boy, or the Earl Maldini-he was a deviant, defiant, little-know-it-all strategist who was far better off should he be put in his proper place. And the person who will see to his punishment was the Second Prince of the Empire, the ever perfect and glorious Schneizel el Britannia, the epitome of nobility and fine breeding, whose body set for another quip of his whip yet eyes completely devoid of anger and resentment-it was a rather interesting development, and Kanon allowed his body to be whipped some more.
Fluff
Kanon leaned forward, skilled hands under black leather gloves skimming over his shoulders, and then finding their target, pulling his cravat from its messy arrangement. He fixed that cravat the way he fixed Schneizel’s plans-quick, precise, and without any movements put to waste-and after a tug here and there, managed to tame his cravat under his great coat.
“How do I look?” he had to ask; to which the reply was a smile and the words, “Like a Prime Minister.”
Humor
“I’d like to introduce you to my baby,” Kanon said with so much emotion, and sincerity, their hands still clasped together that Schneizel had to blink.
“Beg pardon?”
“Lloyd’s and mine,” he added, still with that smile on his face.
Hurt/Comfort
It pains him to see his Highness be reduced to this, a puppet made of flesh and supreme intellect with pride and reason frozen behind crimson rims around his irises. His sense of comfort: Schneizel el Britannia still lives.
And it shall be enough.
Smut
It was always more than need, more than want, more than yearning and hormonal usurp. It was connection to Kanon, to time, to himself and to everything else they share; a complete awareness of the everything and nothing, of art and passion beyond carnal desires, and the music of their sounds in harmonic accompaniment of the creaking bed frames; a union in its serenest form; an instant made faultless when passions collided, hearts melded and souls united; where the present was all they wanted it to be-a stationary perfection of pure bliss.
UST
The scent of lavender was enticingly nostalgic that day. It reminded him of closed quarters, of soft candle lights, graceful shadows, and satin sheets in rich carmine red. Schneizel shifted slightly in his seat-to accommodate the growing response of his body-and briefly wondered how long will it take to crush the European Union so he could bother Kanon for another update with the Chinese Federation.