10 Microfics
I was having trouble getting anything really wordy done so...yes, why not make it more difficult for myself?
The idea here is to write ten fics, covering ten genres, in ten words or less and let me just say: harder then it looks. I should've stuck with the porn. Anyway.
Titles: (see below)
Characters: Peter and Claude, for the most part
Ratings: No higher than PG13 (so disappointing)
Warnings: Very truncated sentences. Angst. God, these two, it's like they go looking for it.
Defying Gravity
He flies, because it wasn’t his brother’s permission he needed.
Never Dull
Peter laughs suddenly, breathlessly.
Claude realizes he's missed the unexpected.
Resolution is Underrated
Claude pushes.
Peter pulls closer.
Claude walks away.
Peter follows.
Every Universe Has Its Tragedies
London, drowned.
Coiled-spring madness, icy eyes.
Another future to avoid.
Silver Tongue
“You’re an idiot.”
Dark eyelashes flutter.
“Completely useless.”
Peter swoons.
No Future in Futures
Lips linger on scars past healing, till Peter turns away.
No Good Deed
Claude falls.
Peter catches him.
Claude runs.
Peter can’t follow.
It's Always a Gamble
Paris, 1940:
Claude wore blue.
Peter waited in the rain.
In Medias Res
Peter gasps.
“Now that’s what I’d call unexpected,” Claude grins.
Onanism
Eyes shut, neck arching, fingers straining.
Peter comes, sighing.
*
Yes, in case anyone is wondering, I did steal this idea from a certain RPS community featuring American political figures.
The idea here is to write ten fics, covering ten genres, in ten words or less and let me just say: harder then it looks. I should've stuck with the porn. Anyway.
Titles: (see below)
Characters: Peter and Claude, for the most part
Ratings: No higher than PG13 (so disappointing)
Warnings: Very truncated sentences. Angst. God, these two, it's like they go looking for it.
Defying Gravity
He flies, because it wasn’t his brother’s permission he needed.
Never Dull
Peter laughs suddenly, breathlessly.
Claude realizes he's missed the unexpected.
Resolution is Underrated
Claude pushes.
Peter pulls closer.
Claude walks away.
Peter follows.
Every Universe Has Its Tragedies
London, drowned.
Coiled-spring madness, icy eyes.
Another future to avoid.
Silver Tongue
“You’re an idiot.”
Dark eyelashes flutter.
“Completely useless.”
Peter swoons.
No Future in Futures
Lips linger on scars past healing, till Peter turns away.
No Good Deed
Claude falls.
Peter catches him.
Claude runs.
Peter can’t follow.
It's Always a Gamble
Paris, 1940:
Claude wore blue.
Peter waited in the rain.
In Medias Res
Peter gasps.
“Now that’s what I’d call unexpected,” Claude grins.
Onanism
Eyes shut, neck arching, fingers straining.
Peter comes, sighing.
*
Yes, in case anyone is wondering, I did steal this idea from a certain RPS community featuring American political figures.