The Microfic Meme: Hisoka/Tsuzuki (YnM)
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less.
Angst:
"Tried." Tsuzuki's bloodstained, dry-eyed, smells of death. "It never works."
AU:
Tsuzuki watches the Kurosaki heir practice, his movements unexpectedly elegant.
Crackfic:
Hisoka rages. It's not impressive when you're only two-inches tall.
Crossover:
Seishiro smiles. Ghostly blossoms flicker.
Why is it always sakura?
First Time:
"This won't fix anything."
Tsuzuki smiles, leaning closer. "I know."
Fluff:
Hisoka knows this fairytale. He kisses Tsuzuki's soft, warm mouth.
Humor:
"It's a..."
"...yeah."
"And it's here because?"
Tsuzuki shudders. "The earl."
H/C:
Tsuzuki waits nearby. It's as much as Hisoka will accept.
Smut:
"Tsuzuki." Hisoka picks up the knife again. "Lie very still."
UST:
Petals stick to Hisoka's hair. Tsuzuki doesn't brush them away.
It would be an understatement to say that some genres come to me more easily than others.
Angst:
"Tried." Tsuzuki's bloodstained, dry-eyed, smells of death. "It never works."
AU:
Tsuzuki watches the Kurosaki heir practice, his movements unexpectedly elegant.
Crackfic:
Hisoka rages. It's not impressive when you're only two-inches tall.
Crossover:
Seishiro smiles. Ghostly blossoms flicker.
Why is it always sakura?
First Time:
"This won't fix anything."
Tsuzuki smiles, leaning closer. "I know."
Fluff:
Hisoka knows this fairytale. He kisses Tsuzuki's soft, warm mouth.
Humor:
"It's a..."
"...yeah."
"And it's here because?"
Tsuzuki shudders. "The earl."
H/C:
Tsuzuki waits nearby. It's as much as Hisoka will accept.
Smut:
"Tsuzuki." Hisoka picks up the knife again. "Lie very still."
UST:
Petals stick to Hisoka's hair. Tsuzuki doesn't brush them away.
It would be an understatement to say that some genres come to me more easily than others.