because I have nothing better to do on a Friday night

[greenconverses]

I am stealing this meme from antistar_e because it looks like so much fun.

Give me a person or ship and I will write one sentence of ten genres for them. The genres are:

1. Angst
2. AU
3. Crack!fic Plot
4. Crossover
5. First Time
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut
10. USTYou know my fandoms and interests, make me write something

Comments

[greenconverses]

Angst: He never forgives Percy.

AU: Nico's eyes go black, his fangs descending past his bottom lip when he scents the blood on the battlefield and he rushes toward the body, eager to finish them off - they don't call him the son of death for nothing.

Crackfic: Being a dandelion isn't all that bad, really, Nico thinks as he sways gently in the summer breeze.

Crossover: The graveyard in New Orleans wasn't as desolate as the witch doctor had led him to believe, if the heavy boot pressing into his chest and the dark haired, familiar looking face leaning over him were anything to go by.

“What,” Anubis said, his dark eyes glinting, “could a son of Hades possibly want with my graveyard at this time of night?”

First time: He falls asleep in the wilderness, curled into a tiny ball to stave off the cold, but wakes up the next morning warm and content in a big bed in what looks like a palace; there's a man sitting by his side, reading something important like grown-ups do, and Nico knows without a doubt that this stranger his father - the crinkle of sadness around his eyes give him away.

Fluff: “Oh, good Lord,” Hades said, rolling his eyes as he shoves Nico into Rachel's arms. “Just kiss him already, and make him stop moping like a puppy dog, will you?”

Humor: “You've got red on you,” Percy says, grinning as his own cleverness as his eyes flicker to the wine stain on Nico's shirt.

Hurt/Comfort: He catches her crying in the shadows of Cabin 11 on the second anniversary of the war, and the only thing he can think to do is bend down beside her, place his hands on top of hers, and whisper, “Luke misses you too, Annabeth.”

Smut: He's not allowed to touch her, but oh gods, can she touch him.

UST: Nico watches Rachel adjust her ponytail, dragging her paint splattered hands through her red hair, and fights back the urge to press his lips against the nape of her neck where a bright splash of blue paint has been left behind.

[chibimarchy]

LOVE them, especially the AU-- I could totally buy Nico as a vampire (most definitely not the sparkle-in-the-sun kind).

[aerodactylus]

YOU'VE READ KANE CHRONICLES TOO?!

THIS PLEASES ME GREATLY. And also makes me want to run my crossover idea past you.

Greek gods. Egyptian gods. Get together. Epic snarkfest ensues. Heroes break it up.