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

[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.

[crystaltear.livejournal.com]

Wow, this is beautiful. I don't even know what to say, really. The description of the characters, their thoughts, the colors...it's just all perfect.

[kurenai-tenka.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, yuri. ♥
Beautifully done. <3


(and sorry for the double post, when I saw the format I thought I'd posted in the wrong place...before I realised. ^^;)

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

I understand completely. It is a bit of a mess since it came from a challenge meme. I probably should have reposted everything separately, but I didn't want to abuse my flist.

Thanks for reading and commenting! ♥

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Characters: Yuuri x Murata
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rated: PG


Trouble

The trouble with having a crush is that it is all-consuming. If you don’t talk about it the pressure will build until it is unbearable. The trouble with having a crush on your best friend is that you have no one to tell.

Early on it had been Yuuri thinking Murata had a crush on him. There was the way he used to look at him in class. And then at that dolphin show he joked about holding hands. He told himself it was flattering, but that he could never be interested in something like that even if Murata was. Then he found out his friend was The Great Sage and that seemed to explain things. It was a professional interest. It should have been a relief.

It wasn’t.

The more Yuuri thought about it as his adventures progressed the more it bothered him. One day he even found himself having a heated, hypothetical conversation with some of Greta’s dolls over whether leading someone on should be a crime in Shin Makoku. He was, thankfully, appropriately embarrassed afterward. He had to blame Wolfram’s influence both for making him see male relationships as viable and for encouraging him to be such a hot head.

It wasn’t uncommon in Shin Makoku. That was a plus. How many times had he turned the corner in the hall with the tapestries to see Murata looking up at the Shinou. It made him wonder how common it had been back then.

He couldn’t make himself ask about it. Whenever it seemed like he was about to bring up something potentially embarrassing he would distract the topic. Baseball was his go-to save.

After about the fifth conversation about the strike zone in a single day, he realized he was going to have to talk to someone. Maybe he’d tell Wolfram. After all, if he was dead he wouldn’t have to worry about it getting back to Murata.


(OOC: This was not the one-side I expected to write it from. Silly characters surprising me.)

[crystaltear.livejournal.com]

This is really linear in thought, considering you're writing from Yuuri's brain. The late realization and the dolls and his conclusion on the matter were great. I can clearly see all of Yuuri's facial expressions as he thinks it through. XD

[pollinia.livejournal.com]

Aww, this is very cute! And I don't think it's all that OoC, since we know how passionate Yuuri can get about things. Loved it to pieces, but this was the line that just MADE it for me:

It made him wonder how common it had been back then.

...because damn that's an awesome idea and oh so sad for Yuuri. ♥

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. I had been challenged to write something one-sided between them and I had every intention of writing it with Murata having the feelings for Yuuri, but then somehow Yuuri convinced me otherwise. Heh.

[pollinia.livejournal.com]

Characters like to do that from time to time. ;)