Challenge II - CLOSED

[poisonangel]

This Challenge is CLOSED.

I have finished the first challenge that I opened a billion years ago!!!! And now since I’m insane, I hereby open a new one!

I’m not stating a limit, but restrain yourselves, people! ^__^ Give me a character or a fandom that I know and a theme or prompt or randomly selected word and I will give you a fic or a drabble or a drawing or an icon. My call, not yours. Mwa ha ha! Oh, and I may even disregard your theme!

Evil is as evil does...

Oh, and here are links to everything from Challenge I. Enjoy!



For missbiceps:

omg!Maou: OOC Anissina and her world’s Yozak: Love


For alarielle:

omg!Maou: OOC Alford x IC Alford x IC Conrad x IC Yozak: Sweet

omg!Maou: OOC Shinou:Bitter


For merigold21:

omg!Maou: OOC KG: Dancing


For sora_ishida:

Kyou Kara Maou: Murata and Wolfram: Legends

Kyou Kara Maou: Adelbert x Yozak: Burning Bright

Kyou Kara Maou: Conrad x Yuuri: The Window


For vain_chan:

omg!maou’s chat: OOC Anissina and chibi!IC!Conrad: Foliage


For arana_suteshi:

omg!Maou: IC Gisela and OOC Anissina and OOC Yozak: Swim


For renabunny42:

X-Men: Rouge and Nightcrawler and Mystique: Dreamworld


For slytherinblack:

omg!maou: OOC Anissina and OOC Yozak: Pink


For briarwolf:

Scrapped Princess: Fulle: Regret


For violetsquirrel:

Samurai Champloo: Mugen x Jin: Water


For jazzthejazz:

omg!Maou: IC Yuuri x IC Wolfram: Kittens

omg!Maou’s chat: OOC Conrad and OOC Alford: Truth


For deannawol:

Kyou Kara Maou: Gunter and Yuuri: Finally

Kyou Kara Maou: Ulrike and Murata: Refuge



Oh, and comments are highly enjoyed. ^__^

Edit: Not taking any more requests at this time! (This means YOU, Kindred!)

Comments

[maeritrae.livejournal.com]

The "And Then They Have Sex" sequel to "Truth".

Gunter x OOC Al - Gunter finds out what Al's father did to him.

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

omg!Maou's chat: OOC Conrad x OOC Alford: And Then They Had Sex (http://poisonangel7.livejournal.com/6439.html#cutid1)

OOC Al x Gunter: Al's father

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Another one that was too long to reply with! Be careful what you ask (http://poisonangel7.livejournal.com/8303.html#cutid1)

[deannawol.livejournal.com]

OMG!Maou - Alex x Alford - A final goodbye

Xmen - Cyclops x Wolverine - Animosity Settled

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Characters: NPC Alex and IC Alford
Fandom: omg!Maou
Rated: PG13 with maybe a side of R?


A Final Goodbye

Fourteen years. Fourteen years since he was stripped naked, beaten and humiliated. Fourteen years since his limbs shook with fatigue and his temporarily sightless eyes stretched wide in horror. Fourteen years since the stench of his sickly dried bodily fluids filled and stagnated in the damp cave that was his prison.

Fourteen years was a long time.

Alford wished he could say that in that time he hasn’t thought about those days more than a handful of times. Alford wished he could say that in all that time he hadn’t woken up slicked with sweat with his heart beating so fast he thought it might rocket from his chest. Alford wished that he could say in these past fourteen years that the crack of a whip or a lecherous stare didn’t make him want to crawl into his double’s arms for shelter and comfort--even though he never would.

And most of all, in these fourteen long and rapid years, Alford wished that it had been another fourteen or another thousand before he saw that face again. And yet, here, on the streets of Caloria where he was trying to vacation--trying to unwind and relax and spend time with his lovers--here he saw him again.

They passed wordlessly. Alex didn’t seem recognize him--probably the witch’s doing. Alford could almost say the same. The man’s appearance was drastically different from that of the powerful and youthful man he was then. His chiseled features had gone slacked with age and wear. His once flowing head of golden hair was sparse and dull. Time had not been kind. Alex had not been kind.

The holy sword sat in the inn. He had told Nibai to use it if anything went wrong. Nibai had not been at all fond of the idea, but he didn’t argue. He would be fine. Caloria was usually a safe place. Usually.

Alford was frozen to the ground. Kill him? Talk to him? Brutalize him for all the times he couldn’t accept the gentle touch of Gunter or the kind words of his double?

He did nothing. He did nothing and the crowd flowed around him as if he were nothing more than a tree or a rock--anything but a strong warrior who wanted very much to weep for fourteen years of unresolved anguish.

There, on the sunny streets of Caloria, Alford whispered, “Goodbye, Alex.”

There was no time to stop for the past. He had a future to get to.

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: Cyclops x Wolverine
Fandom: X-Men
Rated: PG


Animosity Settled

Scott didn’t put the torn jacket into the house laundry, nor did he toss it out with other broken, useless things he never planned to use again.

No, it was meticulously pressed, folded, vacuum-sealed in plastic, and stored in the back of his closet in an adamantium box under the protection of a mind-numbingly complicated locking mechanism designed by Reed Richards.

Another X-Man might have noted some bit of irony at the jacket’s protector being made of the very substance that led to it’s captivity. But Scott was not a learned thinker like Hank or a reflective, elemental goddess like Ororo. He didn’t even rate when it came to real, top-of-the-line brooding like Warren or Gambit. In truth, if there was an award for dullest man with an extraordinary life, he would be the lifelong recipient. His shelf would be filled with shiny gold statuettes of men wearing ordinary suits and carrying ordinary briefcases and going about their ordinary jobs with, perhaps, a tiny, mischievous alien on their shoulders.

But he has no such trophies of his life as an original X-Men and occasional leader. But there is a reminder of one night spent doing things that were very unbecoming for such a simple man. The jacket was brown suede with only minor detailing around the cuffs and collar. He picked it up on sale from a retail store in the Westchester mall. It was a bargain and it drew attention away from his exotic, ruby glasses which was always a plus. He had only worn it for about a month when it became damaged.

Three evenly spaced slashes left it ruined--Logan’s touch.

It was the only proof remaining that the night had even passed between them. There was fighting. There always was with them. You can’t share someone like Jean Grey, and they fought over her so much you’d almost think it was possible to win her affections that way. She was everything. She was the girl next door, she was the temptress, she was strong, she was fragile, and she was Jean. But she wasn’t there that night.

No one but Logan and Scott were there that night. And even that was debatable. But there were rough hands and hot breath and bristled chins. They dented the hood of that shiny, red car in the all but deserted parking lot--poked a few holes in it too. His claws didn’t retract until the rest of him did. And somewhere along the way the jacket paid the ultimate price.

They never spoke of it again--not even so much as a telling sidelong glance. But things were different between them afterwards. Their fights lacked their former fire and came fewer and further between until they were just another bit of X-Men lore told to new recruits in idle banter.

And then everything just faded back to simple for Scott Summers--ordinary man leading an extraordinary life and one very well-protected jacket.

[jazzthejazz.livejournal.com]

ummmmmm

Chibi Rad and Belal: lions

Yuuri and Wolfram: quiet moments

And .... Blue and Beth (or Blue X Beth): longing

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: chibi!OOC!Conrad and IC Belal
Fandom: omg!maou chat/canon
Rated: PG


Wolf Cub

His advisor told him such a plan would surely fail. Belal would have liked to show the man proof of his error, but he had already been punished and his widow richly compensated for the tragic loss.

Belal understood something that his advisor was too banal to comprehend. Half-breeds instinctively trusted their own kind. So, even after Till’s betrayal, another had been sent to infiltrate Shin Makoku. He had reported on many things involving the various doubles within the castle. He kept a close eye on the errant consort and his mongrel lover.

The loss of so many soldiers, the failure to obtain a box, and Conrad’s escape had cost him dearly. Steps had to be taken to save face before his court. Times had been less than pleasant for all those involved. His staff would have liked nothing better than to see their lord’s obsession with the Weller line extinguished.

But to the contrary it had only burned more hotly as it seemed to ever exceed his grasp. That is, until he obtained his newest prized possession. It had cost him his newly planted spy. But he had managed to retrieve a child with that same graceful face and doe-like eyes as Conrad’s. Indeed, as impossible as it was to believe, the reports claimed that the child was in fact the former self of Conrad’s other worldly double.

Belal did not pretend to understand such ridiculous fantasy. Perhaps the child was Conrad and perhaps he was not, but when he welcomed the boy into his home he knew without a doubt he was a Weller.

The human king watched in amusement as the impertinent youth defended himself from the attendants assigned to care for him. He looked forward to tempering that flame, controlling it.

Perhaps he would not have his consort, but he would have the man’s son. He would teach him and spoil him as no half-breed could dare dream. It would take time to break the child of his “kyodai’s” influence, but not so much as one might think. He was still just a boy and very impressionable. With a firm hand Belal would mold him and care for him until he has this boy’s trust.

He begins by taking away the child’s addiction to the name “Conrart.” It does not suit Belal’s tongue. He chooses Yongst instead. He gives young Yongst all the possessions a boy of his age may covet, but just like any child his favorite plaything is as simple as a box.

Belal made certain it was scrubbed and disinfected thoroughly first. A smile played on his face as the sandy haired Yongst would peek over the boxes’ edge with those wide, expressive eyes.

The king’s fingers brushed over the boy’s soft cheek and he smiled down at his Yongst. He beamed with pride as the boy howled at his behest. Yes, this one would make a much better wolf than a lion.

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: Yuuri and Wolfram
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rated: G


Quiet Moments


The castle had never known such a peaceful time. The paperwork sat in small, manageable piles, the servants were bustling about in a cheerful ease, the village was relaxed and safe, the nobles were enjoying afternoon strolls and lavender lemonade. The reign of Maou Yuuri was as bright and successful as Gunter always loudly and emphatically claimed it would be. And yet, his prowess as a king was not the only reason for such a happy and smoothly running society.

It seemed that the once tumultuous and tenuous royal relationship--aka prime maid gossip--had resolved itself to the same peaceful terms everyone and everything else was enjoying. There were no more screaming matches or calls of “CHEATER!” blaring in the corridors. In truth, the unlikely couple had never looked so sweet.

There were times even Conrad would appear in the doorway to their room and his trademark smile sat firmly on his lips--perhaps a bit more genuine and a degree warmer than usual.

The blonde and his doting, dark-haired companion would spend long hours in their bed. Yuuri talk and laugh and feed Wolfram and read him stories when he had the time. And when he didn’t, Wolfram didn’t say a thing about Yuuri’s travels over the countryside where he would meet new and interesting men and women--eligible or otherwise. Wolfram wouldn’t even get up if he heard Yuuri was going to be attending a function without him and dinning next to any number of lovely lord and lady.

Yes, it was a peaceful time in Shin Makoku.

Of course, the body cast and jaw wiring mechanism would have to come off eventually. It really was a shame about Anissina’s last experiment and the “accident.”


Author’s note: Hahaha! Request Yuuram from me, will you!??! ♥

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: IC Gisela and OOC Elizabeth (Beth)
Fandom: omg!Maou
Rated: PG
Author’s Note: You asked for Blue and Beth. I was almost done when I realized I was writing the wrong Gisela. So, I hope you enjoy the wrong Gisela. Sorry!


Longing

There were no words shared between them on that winter’s night. None were needed. And to be perfectly honest words had never exactly been Beth’s strong suit.

Even with their perfect symmetry of spirit, the thoughtless blonde would have undoubtedly said something ridiculous and insulting with only the purest or almost purest of intentions. That would have led to a fight and eventually to the green-haired doctor leaving her unlikely companion in the otherwise empty sitting room where the snapping of embers in the slowly dying fire was the only sound. And there was no where for her to go.

Oh, there was a room for her certainly. She was the adopted daughter of an important member of the Maou’s court, and she had her own duties as a healer that bound her to Blood Pledge castle. All she would have to do is walk out the door, take the hall to the right, and follow it until the corridor narrowed to the private rooms. The tenth door on the right was her’s. There was a little, pale nick in the corner from the time she banged an end table into it, and if you didn’t angle the key just slightly to the right it wouldn’t unlatch the lock. The third step you take upon entering will creak, so she always hopped over it. Anissina’s lips always cocked into an amused smile when she did that.

Gods, she missed Anissina’s smile.

It had been two months maybe? Three? Perhaps, it had only been one, but it felt like an eternity. What had she done wrong to drive the warrior into this internal seclusion? What forced the smile to leave those full, soft, kissable lips that hadn’t kissed her for ages? Or hadn’t kissed her the way they used to at least. It was always dry and quick and matter-of-fact now. It was the same with their conversations and their hugs and their touches and their looks. Why? Why? WHY?

Gisela felt so alone with her Anissina. That’s why she was curled up in the dim sitting room with her head resting against Beth’s shoulder. Anissina was in her room--their room--the one with the nick and the fussy lock. And the younger woman just couldn’t bare to be alone with the woman she loves right now.

So, she petted the long, curly, blonde hair that sprung back up unnaturally under her fingertips. It wasn’t sexual. Beth, who needed to have sex more than anyone she had ever met including her father, would feign her own brand of repulsion and squeamishness at the very mention of such an act with a woman and a non-Wolfram at that. But that was part of what made her the perfect companion in this situation. She was also longing for someone she could not be with even if it was for different reasons.

And so they cuddled and watched the fire smolder lower and lower in its blackened metal prison. Maybe Anissina would be asleep when she returned. She liked that best, because then the redheaded warrior wouldn’t pull away when Gisela snuggled up to her. And the young healer could pretend that the silence was only sleep and that it was only temporary.

[swgmigraines.livejournal.com]

IC!Yozak, IC!Belal - throne

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: IC Yozak and IC Belal
Fandom: omg!maou
Rated: R


Cleaning Up

He had played a maid in his spy routine enough to know that this was not going to be an easy mess to clean.

Yozak stood, back straight, and arms hanging heavily at his sides with his sword tightly clenched in his fist as he stared forward. The golden sheen of the throne was all but lost to the thick coating of crimson drying to a sickly tint of brown. Blood was splattered across everything in view, including himself. It looked darker than usual against the pale furnishings of the throne room.

But blood was blood and Yozak had seen more than his fair share of it. The tapestries would take several hours to clean properly and the drapes were a loss. It was a shame to lose such fine material, but there would be no way to remove such extensive staining without also stripping the dye. The floors would wash easily enough, but the crevices between long set stones would bear evidence if not scrubbed with great attention.

And the maids wouldn’t even be able to begin their work until someone assisted in dragging away all the bodies. The room was practically littered with the human soldiers. There were seven before he lost count. There were at least twice that many now.

He couldn’t remember how they died; only that he had to get to Belal and they had been in his way. His own body ached and there was torn flesh and the vague sense of broken bones, but it seemed distant, like the echo of someone else’s injuries and not his own.

His bright blue eyes continued to stare forward at the throne. It was too valuable to discard, but cleaning it presented the most challenges. And it would have to be patched considering the daggers puncturing the wood.

It was unfortunate for the glorified chair, but Belal kept moving. How could he do what needed to be done with all that squirming around? The blades had slid between his bones and through his flesh easily enough and kept the thrashing to a minimum. But then he wouldn’t stop screaming and whimpering. It had been rewarding enough at first, but it soon grated on his nerves. A swift blow to the jaw, caused the human king’s bones to crack beneath the force, but Yozak could still hear a low whining sound. He heard it still even after the man’s tongue lay upon the floor at their feet.

And even as he surveyed the room, he could feel the whine even if he couldn’t hear it. But he just shrugged it off and walked back out the way he had come, accidentally crushing a hand beneath his boot as he navigated the slain men.

He had gotten what he had come for, and there was no need to spy upon the dead or the dead’s cleaning crew any further. He held the thick burlap bag containing the results of his scavenge to keep it from dripping on his already filthy clothing.

Conrad would be happy to receive the man’s scalp. It had taken quite a while to coax out of him why he had chosen the scalp over his head or heart, but once he did nothing was going to stand in the way of Yozak retrieving it. And for himself, he took something from Belal that was a bit more insulting.

But who knew it would be so small?

[longhairedbish.livejournal.com]

omg!Rufus - omg!Shinou (Blood)

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: IC Rufus and IC Shinou
Fandom: omg!Maou
Rated: PG13

Blood

Blood is red. He’s always thought of it as a bright red--something vibrant like fire. He liked that idea--fire running through his veins the way the fire maryoku coursed through him.

But this was different. It wasn’t at all like he always imagined it. The blood was red, yes, but it was dark and burnt looking. It was like liquid ashes pouring over pale flesh. And it was everywhere. There was so much--so many bodies, so much blood, so full of death.

And the stench. Gods! He felt his stomach churn violently within him, trying to expel the foul, thick air, but all he could do was suck more inside. It felt like it was becoming part of him like he was drinking in the death and decay into his small frame.

He took a quick step backward, trying to escape the scene but there was something beneath his boot. There was a sickening cracking and then it was soft and he was falling on the uneven surface.

Falling into the bodies.

Falling into the stench.

Falling into that cold, dark blood.

Nononononononononononononononono! “NO!”

Frightened, green eyes shot open to meet passive violet. “Next time I trust you will not use your powers against others so frivolously.”

And with that statement, the Shinou withdrew from the room, leaving Rufus lying on the floor, breath coming in quick gulps until his pulse settled back down.

It seemed cruel and unnecessary for his cousin to show him that world--that segment of his own past that he wasn’t present for. The final battle was more horrific than he ever could have imagined. But Alarik was right. He had no intention of attacking anyone again without knowing it was absolutely necessary.

But he still wasn’t about to apologize to his bizarre double anytime soon. How dare he wear such a noble, striking face while acting in such a foolish manner?

[arana-suteshi.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm....

OOC Ani, Conrad - fire
DomBlue/Gis - vine

and if you can fit in one more...

OOC Al/Fred

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: OOC Anissina and IC Conrad
Fandom: omg!maou
Rated: PG


Pheonix

Without shielding the average Mazoku felt just one thing from houseki--a painful, persistent, draining loss of energy. With Anissina’s creation that sensation was abated, if not removed. The benefit--other than not dropping to your knees before the enemy--was the ability to feel more distinction in the energy of the human’s stones.

The ice stone tasted of cold mint and chilled the spine like an early frost. Spirit was like a low-frequency humming that seemed to rumble through your chest and almost chatter the teeth. And fire was like biting into a hot chili pepper and washing it down with smoldering embers from the hearth.

Fire was the stone that tore into Anissina’s arm as she sat, bound and naked before the less than gentle mercies of her world’s Yozak. He was good with houryouku--a sadistic master of torture. And the fire stone sang brilliantly with his guidance. He could carve into her as precisely as a surgeon or hack away with the brute force of an axe-wielding super soldier. He did both and everything in between by the time he was through.

So, it was fire that pained her the most when she felt its energies being awakened and unleashed. The merest flicker of that energy warmed her shoulder and sent pins and needles dancing through her nervous system even with the shielding. Once a Mazoku has been poisoned with that energy there is no way to fully reverse its effects. It changes you forever. Her own powers were altered by the experience. The spirit energy that was once so pure and brilliant had become a strange scorched version of its previous self. It was no weaker, simply altered and unlike any other’s. It was not the only way in which she had been changed forever.

Knowing all of this, what brought her to this hillside where Shin Mazoku half blood soldiers were training with the dangerous stones? Why risk the fatigue and anguish they cause even with her protection?

Simple. Because Conrad asked her to be there.

How long had it been since she came to this world? How long since the rescue mission that retrieved Conrad? How long since he regained his confidence and standing in the castle? A lifetime ago. A different Anissina with a different outlook had walked those paths.

How many Anissinas did that make? How many times had her life dissolved into ashes before she could remake herself--changed but strong? It didn’t matter. There would be as many as it took. But she liked this one. This one had a beautiful and talented healer for a wife. This one worked out each morning with her best friend, Yozak. This one assisted her unofficially adopted little brother as he ran the Yuuri-approved houseki drills a safe distance away from the castle.

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: OOC Gisela (dom) x IC Gisela
Fandom: omg!Maou
Rated: R


Twisted Vine

The vine was perfect. It was thick, but not cumbersome to carry or twist into knots. It was strong, but not terribly abrasive. There would be chaffing, but a little red skin never hurt anyone. Well, maybe it did, but a little pain was in order. It does go so brilliantly with pleasure after all.

Besides, the red skin contrasts so well with her double’s grass-green hair. It seemed such an odd color choice. It was a little too matchy, matchy for her tastes, but then her tastes tended to run toward the exotic. A life of repression will do that to you.

The vine tightened around the slender wrists, binding the nurse’s arms above her head. Her double was always so spirited--so deliciously stubborn. She was always moaning and whimpering and touching and kissing and climaxing without permission. Silly thing. Yes, a lesson was certainly in order and the vine was a lovely teaching aid. Not only had it served its purpose in binding, but it also made such a clever whip.

The healer’s skin had never looked so perfectly smooth and creamy white until it was also pink and welted in contrast. And those tears were so pristine streaming over her glowing cheeks. She might have fooled someone else, if that someone else wasn’t currently fingering her and feeling her body tense and seize.

The reality shifted woman raised two soaked fingers to her lips and tasted with a smirk. There was still so much teaching left to do.

[aramuin.livejournal.com]

OMG_Maou: Wolfram and the Shinous 'payment'

OMG_Maou: Pochi, T-Zhou and Kagey - 'cookie-raid'

Payment

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: IC Wolfram and IC Shinou and OOC Shinou
Fandom: omg!Maou
Rated: G


Payment

The din from the crowd below made it difficult to think, let alone have a conversation. Of course, what would he even say to these two men? There were few individuals more equipped to speak naturally with them--he was a prince and fiance to the Maou--but even Wolfram who was almost never at a loss for words found himself dumb in the Shinous’ presence.

He could hear the vast throngs of people below. Nothing was clear and distinct as their voices rose up together in cacophony. The young noble took a step closer to the railing when a hand came to rest upon his shoulder. It seemed as though his body froze in place. For just a split second even his internal organs seemed to collectively gasp and pause at the touch. Turning slowly, he looked up into the one called, Aki’s, violet eyes. It was strange how this timeless man made a cool color seem to almost burn.

“Not yet.”

But the powerful voice didn’t come from the one whose hand was already sliding off his small shoulder. Why did he have to have such diminutive stature anyway? Gwendal and Conrad both had broad, strong shoulders. How his mother always called him the lucky one was beyond him.

“Soon though. I wish to have this ritual concluded shortly,” Aki replied to the original Shinou. It was odd that he came to be known as the original Original King, but there had to be some way to differentiate between the two, and calling Aki the nice Shinou seemed to be in bad taste.

“Agreed,” the one entangled within the shadows stated. It was less like an actual agreement and more like a command somehow, but then most of his words sounded like that. It really impressed Wolfram. Maybe it was something he could practice with Yuuri for the next time they played Shinou and the innocent peasant girl. He would be the Shinou this time! After all, he had the hair for it.

Speaking of the hair...

Trumpets blared from behind them to announce to the massive crowd below that the ceremony was commencing. It was too soon! He wasn’t ready! His mother wasn’t even here and this whole affair was her fault! Why didn’t he sneak away like Wolfy? If his brothers loved him the way Rad loved Wolfy this wouldn’t be happening! He’s too young. He’s too pretty. No! No! No!

But the guards with trumpets were moving closer and the Shinous were behind him and soon he was swept up into the event. His chest was pressed up against the railing with Aki close behind, towering over him. The man leaned down and spoke calmly against the shell of his ear. “It is your duty, your payment to the people as a head of state. Now, remove your shirt and wave.”

Wolfram’s hand shook a little as he began unbuttoning the lilac shirt. He really hated this holiday--National Admire a Blonde Day indeed.

[vain-chan.livejournal.com]

IC Yuuri (not "Susan" [>< Still hate that name]), Conrad, & IC Belal - Love

IC Yuuri (not "Susan") & IC Yozak - Impass

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: IC Yuuri and IC Yozak
Fandom: omg!Maou
Rated: PG13


Impass


He was the real one. He was the one IN a relationship with the half blood prince. He was the one who worked with Conrad, fought with him, fucked him, and made love to him. But still he was shut out and ignored if the subject turned to Yuuri. If it were only loyalty to the maou it would be bad enough, but it went so much deeper--even a blind person could see that! That point had been made quite clearly by Julia’s apologetic smile. To be pitied by a blind woman who had died in her prime was beyond infuriating.

Yozak slammed his mug of gotz down against the old, oaken bar table. It shattered with the impact and the patrons clapped and whooped while the barmaid shot him a look that could turn milk into cheese. But the redhead was too far gone to care.

He was pissed--angry and drunk. How long had it been? How long had he been trying to make things work with Conrad? He thought after Conrad started to come around after his time in Dai Shimeron that things would be different. But it was like it never even happened. It was like nothing he had done made any difference at all. Yozak didn’t want to be thanked, but would it hurt his lover’s pride so damn much to open up to him once in a while?

They slept in the same room and in the same bed, but there was an entire catacomb of walls separating them.

What did the kid have that was so damn special anyway? Boyish charm, dark hair and a stupid grin? Fine. Go fuck a Murata. He would bring the handcuffs and lubricant.

Why did it have to be that stupid kid? He couldn’t compete with that. Yuuri was fate and love and anguish and perfectly unobtainable. He could rest on that pedestal in Conrad’s heart in a clean, perfect room with hospital corners and mints on the pillows. Yuuri wasn’t real. He was a dream.

And how can someone real compete with a dream?

The lieutenant stomped and stumbled back to Blood Pledge. He was just as drunk and twice as angry. The anger had been building for so long and not just about Conrad. Castle life had been hectic with an extra scoop of crazy and stupid sauce to top it all off. And living with Conrad had taught him a few new tricks. One of them was bottling things up. Well, he had bottled and bottled until his bottles were bottling. And that wasn’t how he was built. When he was happy, he laughed. When he was angry, he hit something. When he was sad, he hit something then too. He was definitely not about to laugh.

Doors were nearly thrown off their hinges as he walked into the castle. He was going to his room, although he might as well have just called it Conrad’s room. That’s how it felt. He would never have chosen to find Yuuri. Not in this state. He may have been a sloppy drunk with a chip on his shoulder, but he was not going to put his Maou in danger.

But since when did things go Yozak’s way?

“Hey, Yozak, have you seen an apple with a hat roll by here? I know it sounds strange, but its just that if I don’t get the hat back then Gunter is going to have to give the curtains back to Anissina, and what is that smell? Did someone put motor oil in the baths again? I don’t even know why we have motor oil here. There aren’t any motors, are there?”

“...”

“Yozak?”

“Worst. Dream. Ever.” Yozak walked back to his room. No more doors had to fear for their hinges. He was going to kick off his boots, flop into bed, and if Conrad had a problem with the smell he could sleep in the study. And tomorrow, they were going to have a very short, uncomplicated talk, and things were going to change. One way or another.

[apapazukamori.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm...

1.) I'm not sure if this did happen in canon, but if it didn't, I'd like to see what you'd do with it:

Scrapped Princess - Shannon and Fulle, what if they'd met?

2.) Let's go for some old skool:

Fushigi Yuugi - Chichiri and his fiancee, flood.

3.) A sequel to my birthday fic? :D :D

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: IC Yozak, IC Conrad, OOC Murata and IC Yuuri
Fandom: OMG!Maou
Rated: R
Author’s Note This is a sequel for The Contract (http://poisonangel7.livejournal.com/5870.html#cutid1). Be sure to check out the first sequel that occurs in the comments.


It’s like sharing a toothbrush

Things at the castle had been slow, so naturally that explained Yozak’s large hands palming Yuuri’s ass as he drove himself deep into the moaning boy. He always was vocal about his pleasure as the other two men in the room could already attest. And it certainly explained why Conrad’s lips were suctioned around the otherworldly sage’s erection. No one likes to be bored, right?

That’s why the two couples decided to spend an evening together. That’s why they had stuffed themselves with all manner of delicious goodies Conrad had crafted for the occasion. That’s why they decided to extend the night by playing a game. It was really no one’s fault that Truth and Dare was such a provocative game!

A simple question about the night of “the contract” had led to some nervous laughter and a few quickly exchanged looks and blushes--not from Yozak though. He doesn’t blush at least not on those cheeks. The next question was about that night too. The flirting had started. The wine had been flowing. (It actually hadn’t been, but if anyone finds out what they did they have each sworn to claim it was.) And after another hour or so it really DID seem perfectly logical that Yozak and Yuuri should get to know each other better while Conrad and Murata received the same courtesy. Really, when you got right to the heart of the matter wasn’t it all just about being better friends?

Better friends who sometimes drag their nails across your chest and make you call out their name as you climax. Better friends who pound you so hard your hand will shake for a week of signing official documents. Yes, internal relations in Shin Makoku were at an all time high.

[merigold.livejournal.com]

Um um um um um um um.

omg!maou
Character: ChibiRad & OOC Greta
Theme: "With Bells On"

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[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: chibiRad and OOC Greta
Fandom: OMG!Maou chat
Rated: G
Author’s Note: I bet you forgot you requested this. Just a little late! But, I’ve learned to write short things. It turns out you just start writing and then stop about 100 words in. Not bad! Heh. ^_^;;; Sorry it took so long!


With Bells On

When she said, “be there with bells on,” he didn’t think she meant ACTUAL bells.

It was just another reason for one of their “play dates” to end in disaster. Usually, it was a confrontation over a toy. So really, this was giving their relationship a nice sense of variety.

They would have just avoided each other, but Yuuri had decided Greta having more friends her age was not only good for her, but adorable. Apparently, he’d been taking lessons from Gwendal on childrearing and the cute always needed to win out.

Chibi Rad was still trying to figure out what, “just like an old married couple,” had to do with him and the bossy, little girl.

Everyone kept saying it...

[violetsquirrel.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm... Let's have a real challenge ;)

The theme for all of these is "it's allowed to be somewhat angsty but it has to at least have a happy ending" *hum*

OMG_maou- GunxAlfordxGirl!Al
KKM Canon- ShorixYuuri
KKM Canon- CherixAnissina

[violetsquirrel.livejournal.com]

Sorry, deleted comment wasn't right ^^;;; (Assuming you get email notifications. Otherwise, nevermind)

What I meant was, OOC!GisxIC!Gunter, seduction.

And you can still make it as angsty as you feel like ^^.

[sora-ishida.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm *thinks* *grins*

Shinou/Sage - keepsakes

Adalbert/Yozak - taste

Conrad/Yuuri - window

Feel free to use anime or RP canon...tis up to you~

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: Conrad x Yuuri
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou or RP
Rated: PG


The Window

Conrad’s new room was a little smaller than the old one. Everything was new, but to save funds for more important endeavors the construction, while solid, had not been as elaborate and detailed as it was in older parts of the castle. The only part of the room that had any real work done on it was the large bay window. Because the new section was built at an angle to the old it was possible to see the garden and fountain with from that window.

Yes, the view was certainly his favorite part of the new accommodations. It was even the reason he accepted them in the first place. As a son of a former Maou he had his choice of rooms after the fire had done some impromptu remodeling.

He had even hand selected the room before it was completed and worked with the master carpenter to create a reading nook by the window. So, in his free time he can sit on the cushioned ledge and drink a cup of sweet tea while viewing the grounds from above.

At night he could sit there in the darkness where no one could see him and watch the rooms where lights still burned. And if it just so happened that his room was perfectly aligned to see into Yuuri’s room and to his bed, then that was nothing but coincidence. And if he had these nightly vigils at the same times Wolfram was gone so that Yuuri felt comfortable changing without going into his dressing room, then how could that be helped?

And if Conrad could mentally depict every dimple in his flesh and every curve of the young maou’s body then that was just the kind of attention to detail any good officer would pay, right?

Yes, Conrad found his new room to be very suitable indeed.

[sincere]

What the hell. :3

Gimme a Cheri/Julia~~ "water"
Aaaand, a one-sided Yuuri/Murata! with "trouble"

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: Cheri x Julia
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rated:
Author’s Note: I basically just blew off your prompt. Oops?


White

“Cheri-heika, would you mind terribly,” Julia gestured to her ill-fitting dress. She had been trying for quite some time to situate the inordinate amount of cloth and fluff into a cohesive fit, but the material would simply not obey. She told herself it was simply a matter of needing an extra, non-attached set of hands and not a weakness of being blind. Besides, Cheri was her friend and it would be foolish not to turn to them when you are in need of assistance. And such a trivial matter was hardly worth the energy she had expended considering it.

“Julia, that dress is just perfect for you! It is so rare to see you in such a vibrant color. You are usually in a shade of white or blue.” Cheri’s hands danced over the ruffles and trim, bringing them into place and tying off the places they needed to.

“Oh? I didn’t think white had shades.” The skilled healer had always found sighted people’s attachment to color quite...informative. Without actually knowing what the colors themselves “looked” like she could get a good idea of the person she was talking to by the way they described color and which ones they liked. Cheri’s favorite color was red. And Julia could say with absolute certainty that it suited her.

Cheri’s infectious laughter rang out as she pulled a stubborn piece of the violet gown. “No, I don’t suppose it does.”

Julia believed her favorite color to be white. She had heard it called many things: pure, clean, blank, nothing, snow, cold, milky, but the best description was the one Cheri had given it.

White is what happens when everything is very still and calm in the early hours. It is before the animals wake and after the people have gone to rest. It is the silence that sparkles in the sky, watching over the world when we are alone and vulnerable--keeping us safe.

It was sadly rare to hear Cheri speak that way. More often than not she was bouncing through one engagement or another. She was the consummate hostess who loved the spotlight as much as she wished to hide from it.

Julia heard many things in the castle. It seemed that people forgot that a blind woman’s hearing was every bit as sharp, if not more so, than their own. The way people spoke of Cheri was hard to deal with. The woman was beloved, but not admired. Her faith in Stoffel was, perhaps, more than it should have been. Julia could not deny this. But she still admired the woman. Cheri was so much stronger than other people gave her credit for. And there was a loneliness in her that called out to the loneliness in Julia. They were friends. They were kindred.

The blonde finished the final touches and then wrapped her arms around Julia’s small waist, giving her a squeeze as her ample breasts pressed against her companion’s back and her chin rested comfortably on her shoulder. “You look beautiful.”

“Why thank you, Cheri-heika.” Julia’s hand folded up to gently touch the arms crossed in front of her.

“You are beautiful too.” Cheri’s voice had dropped to a soft breeze that floated over Julia’s neck.

“Cheri-heika is very kind, and a very good friend.”

Slowly, the maou turned Julia in her arms and the blind woman gave no resistance as she obeyed the guiding hands that trailed over her new dress and up her neck until a palm cupped her cheek gingerly. It was the first time their touch had been so intimate, but it did not feel strange or out of place. Cheri smelled sweetly of the blossoms she had been coaxing into new varieties in the garden. And her skin was as smooth as the finest silks. And she was warm--so warm--to the touch.

So, when she brought their mouths together Julia simply parted her lips and tilted her head to grant the other woman access. She tasted of white.

The moment was all they could have. Julia’s fate lay elsewhere even if she had not been committed to a marriage already. And Cheri, well, Cheri would have a great many lovers but very few great loves. Still, the moment was something each of them would cherish long after many other memories had fallen away.

[windbell.livejournal.com]

[omg!maou] Conrad/Julia, Adelbert/Julia, Adelbert/Conrad - starless.

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