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Challenge II - CLOSED

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!)

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

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

OMG!Maou - Alex x Alford - A final goodbye

Xmen - Cyclops x Wolverine - Animosity Settled

ummmmmm

Chibi Rad and Belal: lions

Yuuri and Wolfram: quiet moments

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

IC!Yozak, IC!Belal - throne

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.

omg!Rufus - omg!Shinou (Blood)

Hmmmm....

OOC Ani, Conrad - fire
DomBlue/Gis - vine

and if you can fit in one more...

OOC Al/Fred

OMG_Maou: Wolfram and the Shinous 'payment'

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

Very plausible, disturbing and well written.

Bravo!

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?

^^ Nice.

Team Weller approves.

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

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

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

Um um um um um um um.

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

♥

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

Oho. Ohohohoho. We like. We like loooooooots. ♥

Hmmmm *thinks* *grins*

Shinou/Sage - keepsakes

Adalbert/Yozak - taste

Conrad/Yuuri - window

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

What the hell. :3

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

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 ^^.

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

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

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.

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.

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!??! ♥

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.

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OOC Al x Gunter: Al's father

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