porn_tree | Challenge post for August '09!

Challenge Closed as of 09/25/09!

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, and you may possibly find content that is disturbing or triggering in some fashion. Please turn back if you are not okay with that!

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. Fanart is welcome, 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. PLEASE READ THE INSTRUCTIONS even if you participated last time, because I have changed them slightly in response to feedback.

First, you leave a top-level comment with the fandom you'd like to see people write in.

Full Metal Alchemist

Then reply to that comment with the name of a character from that fandom you'd like to see people write about.

Full Metal Alchemist
Edward Elric

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).

Full Metal Alchemist
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 a single character. Examples:

Full Metal Alchemist
Edward Elric
Roy Mustang
clash of tempers

OR:

Full Metal Alchemist
Edward Elric
what was sacrificed

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

Full Metal Alchemist
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.

Yes, you are free to request crossovers - if you want to, say, pair Ed up with Lelouch from Code Geass (idek, okay), just reply to the Ed comment with "Lelouch (Code Geass)".

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

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

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 [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.)

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.

And one additional thing - you may feel free to add on to another person's prompt! Like, for example, maybe you saw "clash of tempers", and you'd like to add "in bed," just reply to the original prompt with your addition. (hurr all my examples are retarded)

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. I will be leaving the challenge open for about 3 weeks, so you have until near the end of August!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Dorian Red Gloria (Eroica)

Klaus von dem Eberbach

Dorian damages his throat (trachea, larynx) in an accident/attack.

“Don't look at me like that,” Major Klaus von dem Eberbach growled.

Eroica, aka Dorian Red Gloria, the Earl of Gloria, widened is eyes and touched his chest delicately. Me?

“It's not NATO's fault you went and got yourself strangled by a rouge FBI agent. If you had just kept your damn nose out of my business, none of this would've happened.”

In retaliation, Eroica pouted. Really, that's a bit harsh.

The Major puffed at his cigarette, ignoring the hospital's helpful signs suggesting that he “Please Refrain from Smoking.” He didn't know why he was here, visiting the fop. By all accounts he should be on a flight back to Bonn, his latest misadventures with Eroica already a distant, purposefully forgotten memory.

One memory, in particular, he was more than ready to block out entirely. Eroica was pinned beneath that behemoth American, struggling for air. Thick fingers were digging into his slender neck. Even moments away from losing consciousness he had fought like a wild thing, scratching at his attacker's face and hands. Then, over the FBI agent's hulking shoulder, he had made eye contact with the Major … and immediately relaxed. He even smiled a little before blacking out.

At least, he hoped the perverted Limey had blacked out. Otherwise Eroica would've heard the declaration that shocked the Major even as he made it,

“No one touches this man but me.”

He'd considered shooting the FBI agent, before coming to his senses and pistol whipping him into submission. The Major had knelt beside Eroica to inspect him – out cold, and the skin of his throat crackled ominously. A shattered voice box.

A small part of the Major, who resented Eroica and everything he stood for, chuckled evilly. Without a voice, Eroica was powerless. There would be no more innuendo or blatant come-ons. No more late night phone calls. No more maddening impersonations. No more admonishments to take care of himself.

A much larger part of the Major hollered for G, who promptly called for an ambulance.

Stirring from his reverie, the Major looked up to meet Eroica's worried gaze. Are you quite alright?

“I'm fine,” he barked, stubbing out his cigarette in the potted plant Bonham had brought earlier. “It's you you should be worried about.”

This earned him a shrug. Why should I worry? The thief seemed to say. I am Eroica.

“You idiot,” he thundered, not completely certain why he was so angry. “I won't always be around to save your sorry ass!”

A look of pure mischief crossed Eroica's face. Ooh, what's that about my ass?

“Dammit! Even when you are silent, I understand you all too well!”

Eroica bit his lip, suddenly contrite. Sorry, Major. I don't mean to antagonize you.

“Hmph.” The Major half-turned to go, only to stop when he saw Eroica raise one finger in the universal sign for wait one moment. “What is it? I've got a plane to catch.”

His solemn expression never wavering, Eroica pressed his upraised finger to the bandages wrapped around his throat. The Major swallowed, glad that the surgery had been a success. To communicate with Eroica this way forever would have been … inconvenient. It took a minute of staring at that refined gesture, as well as Eroica's gently pursed lips, before he caught the meaning.

Kiss it better?

GAH, this is awesome. ♥ I love it, this speaking without words. Thank you very much for answering the prompt and with such a great fic!

Wow, that's great, thanks for sharing. :)

Klaus tries to teach Dorian how to defend himself. And since he can't shoot a gun worth a damn, he suggest a different method (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buttstroke).

Quick Shot

The Earl of Gloria blinked when Major Klaus von dem Eberbach tossed the rifle over to him, but caught the weapon deftly with an amused smile.

“Why Darling, how nice of you to trust me to watch your back!”

“There aren’t any bullets in it.” Klaus snorted over his shoulder and settled deeper behind the snow bank, missing Dorian’s sigh and roll of eyes skyward. He was more than a little preoccupied. Their sixth morning in taiga country, tracking the KGB while under the guise of campers, and he hadn’t had his Nescafe for just as long. There wasn’t much in their backpacks, just a lighter to start a fire, and a few tasteless protein bars that the fop had at first refused to eat for dinner, and two hunter’s rifles. Klaus brought his rifle up to sight along it towards the hare that had appeared by a knobby pine five or six meters away.

Dorian hunkered down too, sitting cross-legged, and draping his gun across his shoulder. He inched as close as he dared to Klaus, who brought his rifle down again when the hare suddenly darted away, startled by the shadow of a bird of prey flying overhead. They sat in silence, staring at the snow for half an hour, when Klaus made a strange noise of resignation.

Dorian watched curiously as Klaus rose and made an impatient movement with his hand, commanding Dorian to do the same.

“I’m going to teach you how to use a rifle without bullets,” Klaus said as Dorian got up. “If you do it right, you’ll be able to knock down a few of the KGB when they circle back with the microfilm from the city. God knows they’ve been taking long enough, so you might as well be useful.”

“Oh, you mean the buttstroke?” Dorian asked, all innocent eyes, but there was an amused twinkle there that caught Klaus by surprise.

Klaus watched as Dorian caressed the barrel of the rifle, no doubt the fop was imagining touching something else.

“You perverted - !”

Dorian stopped, suddenly launching himself into a fight with an imaginary opponent, using the butt of his rifle as if he were smashing it across someone’s body. His movements were a little ungainly, without the finesse of someone who was used to them, but Klaus could make out the four basics: upward swing, forward strike, downward cut, side blow.

“The buttstroke,” Dorian said proudly, putting down his rifle and leaning negligently against it as if it were a cane. “I’ve been learning the techniques since I know I’m not a very good shot, but I suppose I do need more practice.” He demurely tucked a loose curl behind his ear.

“The,” Klaus coughed.

“Yes, the buttstroke,” Dorian said breezily. “That’s the name we English give to the use of a rifle’s buttstock as a blunt weapon. Now how about helping me? Is this correct?” Dorian adjusted his stance for an upward swing.

“No.” Klaus said after a moment for composure. “Like this.” He demonstrated.

“Like this?” Dorian shifted so that his legs looked like wobbly pieces of wurst.

Klaus cursed and approached Dorian to move his limbs into the correct stance, missing the silly smile on the thief’s face as he touched him.

Five hours later.

“God damn,” Klaus roared as he ran out of bullets. He had thrown the microfilm canister away after finding it was too light, empty. The KGB “mission” must have been a lure. He managed to grapple a man down as he wondered if the Alphabets had found any actual KGB agents in town, or if they had also been sent on a wild goose chase.

There was a sudden sound, like muted thunder or mortar striking stone.

Klaus punched out the man he was wrestling with and turned just in time to see the KGB agent and the gun he had drawn at Klaus’ back fall at his feet.

Dorian smiled and tucked a sweaty curl behind his ear, wielding the rifle as expertly as a majorette with a baton.

“I’m afraid I’ve been lying major,” Dorian preened. “I’m an expert in the buttstroke.”

Klaus got up, dusted the snow off his knees, pressed his empty rifle into Dorian’s hands, and grabbed the thief’s rifle instead.

“By the way,” Klaus said, taking aim as one KGB agent darted from around the pine and raised his pistol to fire. “Your gun is loaded.”

Challenge post for August '09!

Dorian

Klaus/Dorian

Prompt: Klaus/Dorian

FIC: Klaus/Dorian

Re: FIC: Klaus/Dorian

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