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Prompt Tree Challenge!

WARNING: I have turned viewer advisory off since I want this comm to be anon-friendly, but you will likely find sexually explicit material here! Turn back if that is not your bag, baby!

What we are doing here is a Prompt Tree Challenge. Any fandom is welcome, or for that matter things that aren't usually considered fandoms (historical figures, mythology, whatever you want). Gen and smut of any type are both welcome. eta: Fanart is okay, too - but if you post art, please link to it instead of posting it directly in the comments, and use appropriate warnings.

To explain how this works, I'm just going to use a really popular fandom with easily recognizable characters.

First, you leave a top-level comment with the name of a character you'd like people to write about. (For clarity, please put the series the character is from in parenthesis, since occasionally names do repeat. Abbreviations are fine, since presumably interested parties will recognize them.)

Edward Elric (FMA)

People interested in that character reply to that comment with a character (or more than one character) they want to pair the first character up with (in either a gen or porny context).

Edward Elric (FMA)
Roy Mustang
Winry Rockbell/Alphonse Elric

(To help people find the pairings they're interested in reading/writing about, please change the subject line of the comment at this point to the pairing in question - for instance, if you responded to Edward Elric with Roy Mustang, make your subject line Edward Elric/Roy Mustang.)

People who wish to leave a specific prompt at this point can leave one either for a pairing, or for the top level character. Examples:

Edward Elric
Roy Mustang
clash of tempers

OR:

Edward Elric
what was sacrificed

People can leave fic at any point in this tree - they can write random fic for the top-level single character, random fic for any of the character pairings, or fic in response to one of the prompts.

Edward Elric
Ed fic can go here

Roy Mustang
Ed/Roy fic can go here

clash of tempers
or Ed/Roy "clash of tempers" fic can go here

Points to remember:

Make sure if you're responding to a pairing by itself that you leave your fic as a reply to the pairing; if you're responding to a specific prompt, leave your comment as a response to the prompt. Also remember, in the above example, if you want to leave a prompt for Roy Mustang by himself or pair him with a different character, start a new comment tree.

As I mentioned, please use the subject lines to clarify the pairing!

Please add "FIC" to the subject line if you are adding fic, so that people can easily distinguish between fic and prompts! Ex: "FIC: Ed/Roy (FMA)"

ALSO, I'm going to ask that if you're writing porn, please add "[MA]" to the subject line for your comment fic, so that people who don't want to read smut can skip it. Ex: "FIC: Ed/Roy (FMA) [MA]". (HOWEVER, this is forwarning to everyone: I am sure that some of us are going to forget about the porn warning on occasion, so you may well stumble across something that squicks you. If this is a truly horrible thought, you may want to skip this challenge. XD;)

Yes, you are free to respond to your own characters/pairings/prompts with a pairing/prompt/fic, if you want. And yes, multiple people can respond to the same characters/pairings/prompts.

I will leave some prompts to start with so everyone can look and see what I'm on about! If you are still confused after that, ask any questions here.

eta: Master list of fic so far - will be updated periodically!

eta #2: Gonna close up the challenge tomorrow (evening, probably), Thurs. Jun. 4th, which is, aha, about a week later than I said, but hey! Anything left you want to get in, go ahead and do it!

eta #3: Posting closed!

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Raven (Pandora Hearts)

Oz Bezarius

Oz wants to play like they used to when they were both kids! *wink wink, nudge nudge* Bonus points for Raven being horrified and embarassed and really turned on.

“I,” Oz announces, with all the gravity befitting of a noble of the Bezarius household, “have gotten old.”

Gil fixes him with a particularly flat stare before lying back on the couch, withdrawing a cigarette from its package. “Do I even need to say it?”

“Well, that’s not to say that Gil hasn’t gotten even older!” He can never quite fathom how Oz can say things like that with such a bright smile. Granted, most days he’s not sure how his master manages to smile at all, but that, at least, he’s used to. “But here I am, thinking, ‘Ahhh, Gil really became a respectable adult, didn’t he?’ One has to be getting old to indulge in that kind of nostalgia.”

Gil allows a sliver of a smile in return. “Don’t even say things like that. You sound like some indulgent grandfather.”

“I can’t help it,” Oz laughs, swinging his legs over the edge of the chair. “It somehow feels like a hopeless pupil is all grown up. It wasn’t that long ago that you couldn’t do a thing without my help…”

“Well,” Gil says, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Of course,” Oz says with a dismissive hand wave, “but still, it’s a good thing I was there, wasn’t it? Gil might have gone even longer without being kissed by anyone, after all.”

Gil, in the midst of taking a drag off his cigarette, chokes.

He barely pays attention to the ensuing lecture about the dangers of lying down while smoking, which gives him a chance to recover, at least. There is, after all, one nice thing about Oz’s whims: once they’re fulfilled, he seems to forget all about them. Most of the time.

What’s less than nice was that until that point, he can’t be deterred. He certainly wouldn’t allow it the day, about a year before the coming-of-age ceremony, that he shut them both into an unused sitting room.

“Young master,” Gil had protested, “please open the door!”

“Gilbert,” Oz had sighed, in a tone that suggested that he wished Gil had a surname that could be used for dramatic effect. “Did you hear what you just said? You’re already thirteen and you’ve never kissed anyone? That’s appalling. As your master, I can’t let it stand.”

“I don’t need anything like that!” Gil’s voice cracked. “And that aside, young master, you haven‘t either, have you?”

Oz snickered. “That’s where you’d be wrong, Gil.”

“… huh?” Gil said. “When did you-”

“Well, don’t concern yourself with that for now. That’s a lesson for another day.” Oz reached forward and grabbed both sides of his servant’s face. “Pay close attention, okay? This is valuable life experience.”

Back in the present, Oz leans back in the chair with a long, reminiscent sigh, before obliterating any hope Gil had for a subject change. “It did help though, didn’t it? I’m sure Gil’s become quite the heartbreaker. You’ve probably gotten even better than me now.”

When Gil only coughs, he sits up straight in utter horror. “Not once since then?”

“As if I had time for that!” Gil barks.

“You haven’t actually grown up at all, have you?” With an air of great suffering, Oz stands. “All right. Honestly, we’re going to have to start at the beginning, aren’t we? You’ve probably forgotten everything.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

“In other words…” With a truly frightening grin, Oz closes in on the couch. “Refresher course.”

When he’s not otherwise occupied, Gil plans to tell his master that he hasn’t grown up a bit, either.

Fffff, oh Oz, you rascal! Socute ♥

Incidentally, I was just looking through the fic list again and was like, "Wait, I thought I wrote 'nostalgia' and she wrote... wait... I guess we both... wrote... fics called 'nostalgia'... for different challenges... Oops?"

Great minds think alike, y/y

Re: FIC: Raven/Oz - nostalgia

branewurms - 2009-06-26 04:45 (UTC) - Expand

all tied up

(E-ever since that scene with Zwei I've just wanted to tie Raven up and do horrible things to him okay DON'T JUDGE ME)

GENDERSWITCH TIME.

Raven is a bad-ass lady who has been training all this time to rescue her ~BEAUTIFUL SHINING MISTRESS~ from the Abyss. Go where ever you like with it! 8Dd

"Body."

Oz hadn't realized just how much his friend had grown, until he caught sight of him naked.

"Gil, I brought you a towel!" Oz called out merrily, giving the door a cursory knock before walking in - and then he froze in mid-stride.

Gilbert had just stood up, preparing to step out of the bath. Oz's gaze instinctively followed the water droplets trailing down his friend's body.

"Um," said Gilbert, as he watched the boy's eyes grow huge in his head.

"Gil..."

"Towel?" said Gilbert hopefully.

"Gil, that's - I had no idea!"

"Wha...what?" A note of panic crept into Gilbert's voice; he could not help but notice where his master was staring. He felt his face warm in a threatening manner and resisted the urge to cover himself.

"That's amazing, Gil! I'm so jealous!"

"What are you talking about?! Hurry and give me that towel!" The warmth across his cheeks was definitely not mere threat, but had bloomed into a flaming blush.

"Let me see, let me see!" Oz cried, radiating with glee as he advanced on his servant.

"What - what are you doing, you - wait - stop - STOP -"

The sounds of a short, muffled scream and a rather large splash echoed down the hallway.

"Oh, my," said Sharon, covering her mouth with a demure, gloved hand, her eyes shining expectantly.

"They certainly seem to be enjoying themselves," said Break.

"JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUCHING, YOU -!" cried the voice from down the hall.

Alice rose from her seat, shaking with rage. "What does that seaweed head think he's doing with my servant?" she growled, and stalked off toward the bath.

Break watched her go. "Do you suppose we should stop her?"

"Oh," said Sharon, "I wouldn't presume."

HAHAHAHAHA. Break and Sharon are amazing here. ♥ And oh Oz, you really do dominate, don't you.

Oz is a born dom! Unless it's a cute girl, of course, in which case he appears to be a born sub?! OZ, YOU JUST WANT THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS, DON'T YOU.

Dear god that was amazing ♥

\o/♥

XDDD Love it. So funny~

Thanks! :D♥

"Protecting the master is supposed to be my job!"

This is terribly iffy but I am posting it anyway! /o\

Gilbert wobbled a bit unsteadily as he looked down at Oz curled up asleep on his couch. He sank down to the floor - a bit more heavily than he meant to, but Oz didn't stir - and rested his head on the edge of the cushions.

"From now on, I'll try to take better care of myself, so that I don't always have to rely on you," his master had said. The words had been sobering, but the sight of his master's small back receding from Gilbert's outstretched hand had been like a bucket of cold water to the face.

Protecting the master was supposed to be his job. His job. Not that stupid rabbit's. It wasn't a logical thought, he knew; if Oz hadn't formed that contract - if Gilbert had been too late, and that rabbit hadn't been there - but she was an intruder. She was the chain that would drag his master beyond his reach. That was unforgivable.

But it didn't sting half so much as those words, as the sight of that back falling away from him.

"So you don't have to rely on me? If you don't rely on me, what use am I?"

At the sound of his voice, Oz made a small sound, and Gilbert looked up, startled; but the boy only sighed and curled toward him, flopping one arm over his shoulder.

Gilbert laughed silently at himself as his chest clenched. It was what he had wished for, wasn't it? Watching his master recklessly hold himself up like a sacrifice time and time again, Gilbert only able to run after him, hoping he could catch him before he shattered, hoping there would still be something left to save; he had wished for an end to that, hadn't he?

Gilbert pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't protect a master that wouldn't take care of himself, but neither could he protect a master that didn't need him anymore.

"It's selfish, but this is all I have," Gilbert whispered. "Please don't leave me behind."

The blow to the back of his head came so suddenly and so unexpectedly that he let out a short, thoroughly undignified screech. He clutched at his smarting skull, swiveling around toward Oz. His master's eyes were open, too-bright in the dark.

"Stuuu-pid," said Oz, drawing the word out in a sing-song manner.

"You were awake?!"

"Of course I was awake."

"For how long?!" Gilbert felt his face flushing hotly. "Don't just keep lying there if you've already woken up!"

Oz grinned. "But then I wouldn't get to see Gil make that face, would I?"

"You -!" Gilbert gritted his teeth and sighed in defeat. "Nevermind."

Oz propped his head up with one arm, fixing Gilbert with his gaze. "You said you would absolutely stay by my side, didn't you? You don't mean to break that promise, do you?"

"No, of course not! That's not what I -"

"Well then, that just means you have to keep up, doesn't it?"

Gilbert blinked in surprise. "What?"

"If you're going to absolutely stay with me no matter what, then you'll just have to keep up with me." And then Oz gave him that smile, that tyrannical, golden smile, and Gilbert knew he'd been defeated before he even began.

"That's certainly..." said Gilbert slowly, "easier said than done."

"That's okay!" Oz said brightly. "You can just grab my hand. I'll won't let you fall behind."

Gilbert stared at him in amazement; then he started laughing, and once he started, he couldn't stop.

Oz pouted at him, puffing out his cheeks. "What's so funny? I'm being serious here."

"No," said Gilbert, "it's nothing." He reached up and ruffled Oz's hair. "I just can't compete with you, that's all." Oz tilted his head, his mouth forming a confused little 'o'.

Gilbert leaned over to the coffee table to retrieve his cigarettes; he noticed as he lit one that his fingers trembled, just a little. "All right," he said, blowing smoke through his lips. "Then I'll do my best to keep up."

But as he saw Oz's responding smile, he wondered if 'keeping up' didn't mean he would have to let go of that hand, instead of holding on. If it did - well, he would probably fail.

ashfjsk Raven's angst is adorable, as is Oz's epic logic smackdown.

Re: FIC: Raven/Oz: Protecting the master is...

branewurms - 2009-06-07 02:33 (UTC) - Expand

Alice

Raven and Alice, on a quest to avenge Oz's ~~death~~ ~~mortal injury~~ er, pain. Who gets to do the maiming (and did they decide via epic battle?)

Break

angsty fight!sex

(I am a horrible person)

Jack

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