The Microfic Meme: Merlin/Morgana (Merlin)
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less.
AU:
Dreaming, she stands brightly armoured, winning glory on bloodstained fields.
Angst:
Merlin brings her another of Gaius's draughts, tinctured with poppy.
Humour:
The jest is bitter. Arthur grimaces.
Merlin stares: surprised, thoughtful.
Crack!Fic:
She dreams. Merlin's a thin awkward tomcat. And a sorcerer.
UST:
His magic feels like a warm dark whisper.
First Time:
They are both used to doing foolish, dangerous things.
Hurt/Comfort:
More harmless-looking vials.
"Should I take them?"
Merlin doesn't answer.
Crossover:
The White Witch smiles, regal and winter-pale. "Think on it."
Smut:
She kisses him wildly, nothing real, the vision still unfolding.
Fluff:
They've little in common--except secrets.
Some days it's enough.
AU:
Dreaming, she stands brightly armoured, winning glory on bloodstained fields.
Angst:
Merlin brings her another of Gaius's draughts, tinctured with poppy.
Humour:
The jest is bitter. Arthur grimaces.
Merlin stares: surprised, thoughtful.
Crack!Fic:
She dreams. Merlin's a thin awkward tomcat. And a sorcerer.
UST:
His magic feels like a warm dark whisper.
First Time:
They are both used to doing foolish, dangerous things.
Hurt/Comfort:
More harmless-looking vials.
"Should I take them?"
Merlin doesn't answer.
Crossover:
The White Witch smiles, regal and winter-pale. "Think on it."
Smut:
She kisses him wildly, nothing real, the vision still unfolding.
Fluff:
They've little in common--except secrets.
Some days it's enough.