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

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[greenconverses]

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Angst: Annabeth's blood is flowing everywhere, over the cobblestones, staining the long end of her ponytail and favorite blue shirt and jeans; Percy's hands are sticky and wet with it, his nostrils burn with the coppery smell of it, and all he can see is red, red, red escaping from her body while he can do nothing but hold his hands over the wound and pray someone gets to them soon.

AU: “A proper lady does not spend time with a merboy in desolate grottoes when she's supposed to be doing needlework, as you've told me time and time again,” Percy interrupted, his tail splashing irritably in the water. “So would you like to know how I breathe on land or not?”

Crackfic: The fish in the Central Park reservoir must have been waiting for years to perform that rendition of "Kiss the Girl."

Crossover: Princess Annabeth yanks the blaster out of Grover's hands and Percy yelps, "What the hell are you doing?" as he dodges shot from a blaster; Annabeth rolls back the arms of her white dress, snarls, "Well, someone has to save our skins!' before jumping into the fray and firing two well-placed blasts at the storm troopers blocking their way.

First time: Annabeth wasn't expecting anything great for their first time together; but she wasn't expecting anything quite that bad either.

Fluff: For his eighteenth birthday, she tries to surprise him with a birthday cake but Percy comes home early from basketball practice and more cake batter ends up on her arms and on his face than in the pan.

Humor: "Hmm," Percy says at the sight of their newborn son's shock of red hair. "I think one of us slept with Rachel, and it certainly wasn't me."

Hurt/Comfort: By this point, she doesn't need words to offer comfort and she probably wouldn't have had them if she did; Annabeth just wraps her arms around Percy's torso, presses her forehead into the middle of his back, and waits.

Smut: Percy's white-knuckled grip on the kitchen counter is the only thing that keeps him upright as Annabeth licks her lips, and then takes him in her mouth.

UST: It should be illegal for armor to look at that good, Annabeth thinks absentmindedly as she watches Percy slice through the Ares campers with ease and starts sauntering toward her; she shakes the thought off and goes in for the kill. 

[oneoffour111]

The crackfic, oh the crackfic. /snort

And Star Wars!

The UST is also very accurate. ;]

Awesome, awesome job. Loved it! :)

[rosegilmore]

That was awesome!! LOL at the humor one!

[angelmaple]

Loved every single one, particularly the angst and cross-over. I can't resist Star Wars. This is bloody brilliant!