Give me a person or pairing and I will write one sentence (or so) of ten genres for them. The genres are:
1. Angst
2. AU
3. Crack
4. Future fic
5. First Time
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut [You don't actually get smut from me. You get like, PRE-SMUT BUT PAST UST. Sucks to be you. :D:D:D]
10. UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
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1. Angst
Aika doesn’t cry. Just stands and watches the waypoint burn. Watches everything she worked for go up in flames until the smoke stings her eyes and she has to turn away.
2. AU
Aika likes to bare her teeth at the mirror in her room. It pulls the scars dotting her temples-like flowers and fines spiraling out to curl under her hair-so they fold under creases along her skin.
She thinks it’s easier if she can’t see them, sometimes. And then she smoothes her face into placidity, because art should be seen, always.
3. Crack
Tasui was quiet.
Aika propped her chin on a hand and contemplated him seriously. “What are you thinking about, Tasui?”
Tasui looked up. “I think,” he said quietly, “that you are a peanut.”
4. Future fic
“Neane,” Tasui said quietly, holding Aika’s worn gnarled hand in his. The phrase was fond on his tongue. “You’ve held my hand and kept me strong all these years. Will you let me hold yours now?”
Aika smiled. Old, worn, and fading, she curled her fingers around Tasui’s palm and murmured, with the same fondness, “Ee.”
5. First Time
Aika watches the clouds come in, and reaches for the sky.
When the rain falls mere minutes later, she closes her eyes and breathes in the air of success.
6. Fluff
Tasui brushes a feather-light kiss along Aika’s cheekbone. “You’re the only one who’s ever refused me.”
Aika closes her eyes and smiles. “You’re the only one who’s ever persuaded me I was wrong.”
7. Humor
“So what you want to do is to stab first, and slash afterwards.” Aika waved the knife around as she talked. “If you use to tip to cut open the skin, you can rip it open easily afterwards.
Tasui blinked and smiled. “Most people don’t give self-mutilation advice,” he commented.
“Most people,” Aika retorted, smiling, “aren’t me.”
“Very true.” Tasui laughed. “Now tell me how you’d murder my cousin, if you please.”
8. Hurt/Comfort
“What were you thinking?” Aika shouted, watching Tasui stagger back to his rooms. “What were you thinking, Tasui?”
Tasui laughed shortly, clutching a knife in his right hand. “I was thinking,” he said quietly, “that you wouldn’t appreciate seeing this.” He jerked his chin towards his left palm, dripping with blood. Not the gashes of claws and teeth, but the thin precise cuts of a man who was fully aware of where his power lied.
Aika glared. “I will always appreciate this,” she said, stepping forward to grasp Tasui’s hands. “Always. There is no shame in strength.”
9. Smut
“Aika,” Tasui breathed, leaning forward to kiss her again, to brush his fingers along her forehead and see those dark eyes.
Aika breathed into the kiss, breathed hope and life and understanding. “Tasui,” she said simply when they parted.
“Aika.”
10. UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
“The Kirihari tradition is marriage with the Chosen at the coronation,” Tasui said distantly.
“When will that be?” Aika asked, leaning forward to brush her hand along his.
“Four years later.”
“That’s a long time to wait.” Aika met Tasui’s eyes squarely.
“Yes. Will you wait for me?”
“Yes.” And then Aika stepped away. “I’ll always wait, my lord.”
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