Since it's for Gin and all.

[quiethearted]

I never do these, but for Gin, I'd do just about anything. Love ya, BFF. So here goes. One set of microfic coming up.

Rating: PG. Yes, I can write PG, just not often.


Angst:
“A relationship?,” Miranda laughed. “Impossible. You’re just an assistant, Andréa.”

AU:
“I’ll have her as my body slave,”  Queen Miranda murmured.

Crackfic:
“If you say it’s zombies, you’re dead,” Miranda snarled viciously.

Crossover:
“Betty will teach you to build bombs, Miranda,” Vera said.

Death:
“Overalls! I’ll die first,” Miranda snapped.
“It can be arranged, wifey.

Smut:
Even Miranda had to admit, feather boas had a use.

Film Related:
Text: And, Nigel, give her the Chanel boots, too. That’s all!

First Time:
“I’ve never-,” Miranda began nervously.
“We’ll learn together,” Andy responded.

Fluff:
“Fluff, Andréa? I don’t do fluff.”
“Don’t I know it.”

Humour:
“Miranda, we’ll leave… a mark… on… the book.”
“An improvement.”

Hurt/Comfort:
“She’ll never love me, Andy.”
“I know the feeling, Serena.”

UST:
“Chanel boots and mile long legs I’d love to climb.”