Micro-fic-meme-ish things.
So, I decided that it was too late to actually abide by the rules of the meme, and limit everything to ten words. So I kind of just went with it until the thought was finished out. Same general premise of the micro-fic meme, though, just without the word count.
These are for animegirl07 and spazzyfroggies, because they both had days that sucked muchly and I wanted to do something to make them feel even a little better. ♥, guys. Apologize in advance for the formatting - I'm dead tired, so I'll fix it up in the morning, when I probably won't mess it up more.
Touya/Shindou
Angst:
As members of the traditional world of go, they can’t risk being found out; Akira knows this like he knows the leaves will turn brown and fall, but Hikaru rebels against the idea of hiding, and the tension drives them apart.
AU:
Hikaru never really considers playing an instrument until the day Sai appears, magical violin in hand. He never plans to really try, either, until the day he first hears Touya play, and knows he wants to beat him on his own terms someday.
Crackfic:
Hikaru makes enough of a living off of his go playing, but the yaoi manga based on him and his friends is too much fun to stop writing.
Crossover:
Hikaru never questioned his sexuality until the night he dreamed he fell down a rabbit hole, and all the people he met there were variations of Touya - variations wearing disturbingly attractive clothes and hitting on him.
First Time:
Akira stares at the board, partly exhilarated and partly in shock. Shindou has come so far, in such a short time; this may be the first time that the other boy has one, but it will surely not be the last. Slowly, he smiles, a deep-seated excitement filling his veins. Their race towards the Hand of God has truly begun in earnest.
Fluff:
Touya has a habit of holding his hand under the table at the Go Salon; Hikaru is glad nobody notices, because it’s decidedly unmanly and cutesy, but whenever Touya’s fingers slip into his, his own curl around his rival’s unhesitatingly.
Humor:
Waya falls out of his chair when Hikaru tells him that he’s dating Touya, and the shell-shocked expression is probably the most fun he’s had coming out so far.
H/C:
Akira doesn’t have the words he needs, so he simply puts his arms around Shindou and lets him cry himself out.
Smut:
“Do you think I should have played a hane at 3-4 instead?” Hikaru asks, and Akira’s hand stills for a moment as he considers.
“Quite probably,” he agrees, and resumes the hand job as Hikaru swears a little.
UST:
There’s nothing sexier than Akira’s eyes when he’s focused and intense (And Hikaru isn’t the only one that thinks this - he’s heard plenty from Akira’s small-but-fervent fangirl base) but it’s really not best to dwell on that in the middle of an official match.
Fakir/Ahiru
Angst:
He’s a failure as a knight; he couldn’t protect his prince, and now that he’s found one, he finds himself time and again unable to protect his princess.
AU:
As far as Demon Lords went, Ahiru was an unusual one. For starters, she was decidedly not a Lord, and for another, she had none of the qualities that belonged to a master of the domain of evil. Fakir definitely had his work cut out for him if he wanted to turn her into a respectable Lord of Darkness.
Crackfic:
Fakir was never sure how Ahiru had talked him into it, but the pictures of him as the Princess in Sleeping Beauty circled the school even after he graduated. He had to admit, though, she made an adorable, if clumsy, Prince.
Crossover:
Fakir doesn’t know who this “Yuuri” person is, but if he doesn’t stay away from Ahiru, he’s going to find himself on the wrong end of Fakir’s blade. Thankfully, Fakir seems to have an ally in the Maou’s blond retainer. He’s sure this will be a wonderful partnership.
First Time:
Ahiru doesn’t realize it, but it’s the first time that they dance together that she begins to understand Fakir, and it’s the first step down the path towards love.
Fluff:
Ahiru doesn’t notice it, but Fakir does; whenever she has a problem, she comes running to him, and though he’d deny it if ever asked, he wouldn’t change the situation for the world.
Humor:
When Ahiru accidentally falls into one of Neko-sensei’s traps and agrees to marry him, (Fakir supposes it was inevitable - she is, a bird, after all) Fakir spends the better part of an hour lecturing her before he intervenes on her behalf.
H/C:
Ahiru can’t hold him, the way that she could when she was human, but Fakir recognizes the embrace for what it is as feathered wings surround his chest awkwardly.
Smut:
They have to be quiet; Fakir isn’t allowed to be in Ahiru’s room, of course, as late as it is, but as muffled as they are, Ahiru’s little gasps of pleasure are a treasured reward.
UST:
Uzura really needs to stop pouring water on Ahiru when he isn’t expecting it; the shock is doing nothing for his nerves, and it’s damn hard to keep his cool when faced with a naked Ahiru.
These are for animegirl07 and spazzyfroggies, because they both had days that sucked muchly and I wanted to do something to make them feel even a little better. ♥, guys. Apologize in advance for the formatting - I'm dead tired, so I'll fix it up in the morning, when I probably won't mess it up more.
Touya/Shindou
Angst:
As members of the traditional world of go, they can’t risk being found out; Akira knows this like he knows the leaves will turn brown and fall, but Hikaru rebels against the idea of hiding, and the tension drives them apart.
AU:
Hikaru never really considers playing an instrument until the day Sai appears, magical violin in hand. He never plans to really try, either, until the day he first hears Touya play, and knows he wants to beat him on his own terms someday.
Crackfic:
Hikaru makes enough of a living off of his go playing, but the yaoi manga based on him and his friends is too much fun to stop writing.
Crossover:
Hikaru never questioned his sexuality until the night he dreamed he fell down a rabbit hole, and all the people he met there were variations of Touya - variations wearing disturbingly attractive clothes and hitting on him.
First Time:
Akira stares at the board, partly exhilarated and partly in shock. Shindou has come so far, in such a short time; this may be the first time that the other boy has one, but it will surely not be the last. Slowly, he smiles, a deep-seated excitement filling his veins. Their race towards the Hand of God has truly begun in earnest.
Fluff:
Touya has a habit of holding his hand under the table at the Go Salon; Hikaru is glad nobody notices, because it’s decidedly unmanly and cutesy, but whenever Touya’s fingers slip into his, his own curl around his rival’s unhesitatingly.
Humor:
Waya falls out of his chair when Hikaru tells him that he’s dating Touya, and the shell-shocked expression is probably the most fun he’s had coming out so far.
H/C:
Akira doesn’t have the words he needs, so he simply puts his arms around Shindou and lets him cry himself out.
Smut:
“Do you think I should have played a hane at 3-4 instead?” Hikaru asks, and Akira’s hand stills for a moment as he considers.
“Quite probably,” he agrees, and resumes the hand job as Hikaru swears a little.
UST:
There’s nothing sexier than Akira’s eyes when he’s focused and intense (And Hikaru isn’t the only one that thinks this - he’s heard plenty from Akira’s small-but-fervent fangirl base) but it’s really not best to dwell on that in the middle of an official match.
Fakir/Ahiru
Angst:
He’s a failure as a knight; he couldn’t protect his prince, and now that he’s found one, he finds himself time and again unable to protect his princess.
AU:
As far as Demon Lords went, Ahiru was an unusual one. For starters, she was decidedly not a Lord, and for another, she had none of the qualities that belonged to a master of the domain of evil. Fakir definitely had his work cut out for him if he wanted to turn her into a respectable Lord of Darkness.
Crackfic:
Fakir was never sure how Ahiru had talked him into it, but the pictures of him as the Princess in Sleeping Beauty circled the school even after he graduated. He had to admit, though, she made an adorable, if clumsy, Prince.
Crossover:
Fakir doesn’t know who this “Yuuri” person is, but if he doesn’t stay away from Ahiru, he’s going to find himself on the wrong end of Fakir’s blade. Thankfully, Fakir seems to have an ally in the Maou’s blond retainer. He’s sure this will be a wonderful partnership.
First Time:
Ahiru doesn’t realize it, but it’s the first time that they dance together that she begins to understand Fakir, and it’s the first step down the path towards love.
Fluff:
Ahiru doesn’t notice it, but Fakir does; whenever she has a problem, she comes running to him, and though he’d deny it if ever asked, he wouldn’t change the situation for the world.
Humor:
When Ahiru accidentally falls into one of Neko-sensei’s traps and agrees to marry him, (Fakir supposes it was inevitable - she is, a bird, after all) Fakir spends the better part of an hour lecturing her before he intervenes on her behalf.
H/C:
Ahiru can’t hold him, the way that she could when she was human, but Fakir recognizes the embrace for what it is as feathered wings surround his chest awkwardly.
Smut:
They have to be quiet; Fakir isn’t allowed to be in Ahiru’s room, of course, as late as it is, but as muffled as they are, Ahiru’s little gasps of pleasure are a treasured reward.
UST:
Uzura really needs to stop pouring water on Ahiru when he isn’t expecting it; the shock is doing nothing for his nerves, and it’s damn hard to keep his cool when faced with a naked Ahiru.