Fic Writing in the Morning...
I've been seeing this meme pop up and decided to try it.
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less . Yeah right I was barely able to get a couple at exactly a hundred words
1. Angst
“Ne, ne, why does he keep doing this?” Ramon tugs at Riki’s sleeve.
The Franken shushes the young merman gently and bows his head in respect as Jiro places a pale white lily at the foot of the gravestone.
They stay silent as the Wolfen whispers soft words and ran his fingers reverently over the marker.
When Jiro finally rises, he walks past his friends quickly, tears streaking his face, and disappears off into the woods.
They hear a mournful howl moments later.
Riki sighs, finally able to give Ramon an answer. “He does this…because he loves her. And…always will.”
2. AU:
Jiro’s head fell back, a startled but pleased gasp tearing from his throat as Yuri bit down, her fangs sinking into the tender flesh of his neck.
Her lovely face hovers over his vision in the next second, crimson lips stained in his blood and stained glass markings on her skin.
“Yuri…” he moans, dragging her closer, intoxicated.
She smirks. “Call me Queen.”
3. Crack!fic
Wataru crossed his arms over his chest and fixed Bishop and Mio with a rare, but steely glare. “Care to explain yourselves?”
Satoshi simply pointed at Mio. “Hey. She was the one who wanted a dog.”
“LEMME AT EM!!!!”
Wataru arched an eyebrow at the understandably livid…and collared and leashed Jiro.
“ This…wasn’t what I meant,” Mio blushed, unable to remove her eyes from the half-naked werewolf.
4. Crossover:
Jiro circled the stranger who had his face warily, his eyes both curious and guarded.
Zanki’s expression was identical.
Yuri was unable to do much but stare in shock, speechless.
Todoroki was the first to speak. “Um…why do Zanki-san and that man look alike?”
Yuri shook her head, managing to find her voice. “I don’t know…but it’s already giving me ideas I probably shouldn’t be entertaining…”
5. First Time:
Her chest heaving as she struggled to regain a normal breathing pattern Yuri glanced at her side, an equally exhausted Jiro meeting her eyes.
He smiled, concern in his gaze. “You all right?”
She just curled up against him and rested her head more comfortably on his chest, fingers stroking there. “Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll show you that I’m just fine…”
6. Fluff:
Yuri blushed prettily when Jiro tucked the lily behind her ear and then kissed the side of her face sweetly.
She leaned into the embrace for a moment more before pointing at the blossom. “Special occasion?”
He just smiled, his answer simple. “Being with you.”
Her blush grew, but she tugged him further into her arms for a kiss that assured him she was very okay with that.
7. Humor:
Wataru took a step into the throne room before backpedaling quickly, a startled yell escaping him as he shut the door quickly and leaned back against it, his features red.
I…didn’t just see what I think I did…did I?
Cautiously, he peered around the door again.
Yep. He had in fact witnessed two werewolves rolling around naked in the rose petals.
Though Yuri looked understandably mortified, Jiro simply arched an eyebrow. “Was there something you wanted Wataru?”
The dhampir shook his head. “Nothing…” and he backed away. “Just…keep the door closed next time.”
8. Hurt/Comfort:
Yuri sniffled and curled closer into Jiro’s arms as she explained everything that had just occurred with Otoya.
The werewolf felt the urge to kill the violinist rising, but in order to do that, he’d have to move from where he was, which was far too comfortable. Instead he just rubbed at her back soothingly and kissed her forehead.
She nuzzled at his throat.
Unable to resist, he tilted her chin up and gave her a soft kiss.
When she pressed closer with a barely audible moan…Jiro realized not going off and immediately killing Otoya was well worth it.
9. Smut:
Yuri found that she rather liked being in control, particularly when it gave her the view of Jiro she now had.
His head was thrown back, eyes closed and those soft lips parted slightly as his tanned, muscular chest heaved with each breath. His skin was gleaming with sweat, and the grip he had on her hips was near bruising, but Yuri didn’t care at all, taken in by how beautiful he was.
And then those eyes snapped open and gleamed gold up at her before, with a smirk, he twisted and changed their positions.
10. UST:
A long string of curses that impressed Jiro poured from Yuri’s mouth as she flung her Fangire slayer on the ground in frustration.
She turned to face him, her lovely eyes full of irritation.
Her beautiful faced was flushed, and her full lips were parted slightly, which made the urge to kiss her even more irresistible, but he didn’t want her murdering him.
Then, in a movement quicker than he gave her credit for, he found his back against the nearest wall and her mouth claiming his and he thanked several gods for being good to him.
I had a little too much fun with a couple of those...
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less . Yeah right I was barely able to get a couple at exactly a hundred words
1. Angst
“Ne, ne, why does he keep doing this?” Ramon tugs at Riki’s sleeve.
The Franken shushes the young merman gently and bows his head in respect as Jiro places a pale white lily at the foot of the gravestone.
They stay silent as the Wolfen whispers soft words and ran his fingers reverently over the marker.
When Jiro finally rises, he walks past his friends quickly, tears streaking his face, and disappears off into the woods.
They hear a mournful howl moments later.
Riki sighs, finally able to give Ramon an answer. “He does this…because he loves her. And…always will.”
2. AU:
Jiro’s head fell back, a startled but pleased gasp tearing from his throat as Yuri bit down, her fangs sinking into the tender flesh of his neck.
Her lovely face hovers over his vision in the next second, crimson lips stained in his blood and stained glass markings on her skin.
“Yuri…” he moans, dragging her closer, intoxicated.
She smirks. “Call me Queen.”
3. Crack!fic
Wataru crossed his arms over his chest and fixed Bishop and Mio with a rare, but steely glare. “Care to explain yourselves?”
Satoshi simply pointed at Mio. “Hey. She was the one who wanted a dog.”
“LEMME AT EM!!!!”
Wataru arched an eyebrow at the understandably livid…and collared and leashed Jiro.
“ This…wasn’t what I meant,” Mio blushed, unable to remove her eyes from the half-naked werewolf.
4. Crossover:
Jiro circled the stranger who had his face warily, his eyes both curious and guarded.
Zanki’s expression was identical.
Yuri was unable to do much but stare in shock, speechless.
Todoroki was the first to speak. “Um…why do Zanki-san and that man look alike?”
Yuri shook her head, managing to find her voice. “I don’t know…but it’s already giving me ideas I probably shouldn’t be entertaining…”
5. First Time:
Her chest heaving as she struggled to regain a normal breathing pattern Yuri glanced at her side, an equally exhausted Jiro meeting her eyes.
He smiled, concern in his gaze. “You all right?”
She just curled up against him and rested her head more comfortably on his chest, fingers stroking there. “Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll show you that I’m just fine…”
6. Fluff:
Yuri blushed prettily when Jiro tucked the lily behind her ear and then kissed the side of her face sweetly.
She leaned into the embrace for a moment more before pointing at the blossom. “Special occasion?”
He just smiled, his answer simple. “Being with you.”
Her blush grew, but she tugged him further into her arms for a kiss that assured him she was very okay with that.
7. Humor:
Wataru took a step into the throne room before backpedaling quickly, a startled yell escaping him as he shut the door quickly and leaned back against it, his features red.
I…didn’t just see what I think I did…did I?
Cautiously, he peered around the door again.
Yep. He had in fact witnessed two werewolves rolling around naked in the rose petals.
Though Yuri looked understandably mortified, Jiro simply arched an eyebrow. “Was there something you wanted Wataru?”
The dhampir shook his head. “Nothing…” and he backed away. “Just…keep the door closed next time.”
8. Hurt/Comfort:
Yuri sniffled and curled closer into Jiro’s arms as she explained everything that had just occurred with Otoya.
The werewolf felt the urge to kill the violinist rising, but in order to do that, he’d have to move from where he was, which was far too comfortable. Instead he just rubbed at her back soothingly and kissed her forehead.
She nuzzled at his throat.
Unable to resist, he tilted her chin up and gave her a soft kiss.
When she pressed closer with a barely audible moan…Jiro realized not going off and immediately killing Otoya was well worth it.
9. Smut:
Yuri found that she rather liked being in control, particularly when it gave her the view of Jiro she now had.
His head was thrown back, eyes closed and those soft lips parted slightly as his tanned, muscular chest heaved with each breath. His skin was gleaming with sweat, and the grip he had on her hips was near bruising, but Yuri didn’t care at all, taken in by how beautiful he was.
And then those eyes snapped open and gleamed gold up at her before, with a smirk, he twisted and changed their positions.
10. UST:
A long string of curses that impressed Jiro poured from Yuri’s mouth as she flung her Fangire slayer on the ground in frustration.
She turned to face him, her lovely eyes full of irritation.
Her beautiful faced was flushed, and her full lips were parted slightly, which made the urge to kiss her even more irresistible, but he didn’t want her murdering him.
Then, in a movement quicker than he gave her credit for, he found his back against the nearest wall and her mouth claiming his and he thanked several gods for being good to him.
I had a little too much fun with a couple of those...