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nomad: Excuses, Excuses
Klaus is a difficult man to back into a corner.

Or, Klaus vs fanfic tropes.
fic  fromeroicawithlove  slash  klaus/dorian  humor  meta  yuletide  <5K  +2018-05 
june 2018 by spatz
cranialaccessory: Hesitation Waltz
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” Dorian said, “but I’ve been preparing for this role my entire life. You, on the other hand, seem far less capable of convincing anyone that you’re in love with anyone, much less me.”

Klaus and Dorian have to pretend to be married for a case. It goes about as well as can be expected.
fic  fromeroicawithlove  slash  klaus/dorian  fakerelationship  undercover  espionage  yuletide  <25K  +2015-01 
may 2018 by spatz
neery: Out of the Woods
There wasn't any special art to picking a lock. It was a mechanical skill like any other, and anyone determined enough could learn it. Klaus was a man famous for his determination.

The lock pick in his hand slid smoothly behind the first pin, hooked in, rotated, pushed up – jammed. Again.

"Rotate it a little more to the left," someone said behind him. Klaus dropped the lock pick, drew his gun, and whirled around in one smooth motion. Only a lifetime's worth of sharply honed reflexes kept him from blowing Eroica's fool head off.
fic  fromeroicawithlove  slash  klaus/dorian  espionage  h/c  yuletide  smut  <10K  +2015-01 
may 2018 by spatz
Amity33: Fic: Fashion Victim
A half-hour in Lord Gloria’s company and a commission for Her Majesty’s reception – that was business with pleasure indeed!
fic  eroica  humor  klaus/dorian  yaoi  outsider_pov 
december 2016 by pkoceres
Liviapenn: Fic: An Almost Perfect Alibi
Dorian smiled back. Unlike the cat, Klaus was going to have to sing for his supper. "So, Major. How long, exactly, have we been carrying on our secret affair?"
fic  yaoi  eroica  klaus/dorian  pretend_relationship 
july 2015 by pkoceres
Liviapenn: Fic: The Beat That My Heart Skipped (Sounded Like This)
Klaus had never seen him look so shaken. He'd knocked him down before, punched him to the ground, and afterwards Eroica had looked merely resentful. He hadn't-- he hadn't looked like this.

"I..." After a moment, the thief managed a laugh, higher and tighter than usual. "Do you know, Major, I think that is the cruelest thing you have ever said to me."

Klaus acknowledged that with a nod. It was satisfying. Or it should have been.
fic  klaus/dorian  eroica  yaoi   
july 2015 by pkoceres
yavannauk: Goodwill To All Men (NC-17)
"Well?" snapped Klaus, eyeing the carrier and his agent both with equal misgiving.

"Sir," began G, "please understand that I did everything I could, but all the best costumes were already hired out."

Klaus sighed, his meagre patience waning still further. "Show me."

G swallowed audibly as he stepped forward and placed the bag on the desk. Carefully he began to unzip it. He was already mentally cataloguing his warmest outfits in anticipation of the major's probable response. He pulled the large carrier open and from it spilled a cascade of material - all of it an intensely offensive shade of red.

"What the fuck is that?" Klaus grated out at last.

G cowered back. "Your costume, sir," he replied miserably. "It was the only appropriate thing they had left in your size..."

"It's red," said Klaus, trying to keep his voice even and barely succeeding.

"I know." G hardly dared go on. "A Santa Claus suit generally is... sir."
from.eroica.with.love  fiction  klaus/dorian 
january 2015 by pluvial_poetry
Kadorienne: Spring Fever (PG)
"Or I could leave all these petals in your hair. You do look rather charming, like a satyr or a faun."

The Major scowled again. "Get them out, then. And be quick about it."

Dorian followed the first instruction but not the second, pretending to be intent on his task while actually pondering the brief wariness in his darling's green eyes a moment earlier. It was a look he saw often, and it was most intriguing. It was not the look of a man expecting to have to fend off irritating and unwanted advances. It was the look of a man afraid of something in himself. And to Dorian's mind, that could only mean one thing.

His poor darling. Why was he so afraid of pleasure?

Klaus abruptly lost patience with Dorian's attentions and stepped away, brushing at his own hair vigorously, not looking at Dorian. Dorian sighed.

"There are times when I wish that I didn't love you," Dorian said wistfully, without thinking.

"I wish it all the time," Klaus snapped back.
from.eroica.with.love  fiction  klaus/dorian 
january 2015 by pluvial_poetry
Joram: Moonlight Shadow (NC-17)
Hovering in the doorway, Dorian looked about apathetically, noting the changes in the room he had once known so well. Although little could be done to change its basic unwelcoming sterility, no longer was it quite the bare, functional place it had once been. Pictures hung on the pale walls and a photograph, presumably of its owner’s family, adorned the desk, whilst standing on one of the filing cabinets was a vase of flowers.

It was the roses, more than anything, that brought home to Dorian that this was no longer Klaus von Eberbach’s office. That a stranger sat in the chair where Iron Klaus, the terror of the German branch of NATO intelligence, had once sat and chain-smoked, glaring through the open door at his subordinates. And even they had changed. Some of the faces he recognised, Agents A, B, and Z and a handful of others - the inner core of Klaus’ Alphabet Soup - but many of the others were new to him. He wondered briefly where they had all gone but he didn’t allow it to matter to him for long. Nothing much mattered these days.

Not since Klaus von Eberbach had died.
from.eroica.with.love  fiction  klaus/dorian 
january 2015 by pluvial_poetry
Sylvia: Peripeteia (NC-17)
Weddings. Klaus loathed weddings.

A car was coming up the driveway behind him. He'd heard the gate open a minute ago, but hadn't really paid attention. The realisation that he was neglecting to pay an appropriate amount of attention to his surroundings shook him from his unproductive brooding, and he quickly stubbed out his latest cigarette, got out of the car and was already striding towards the entrance with his suitcase in hand by the time the latest arrival pulled up behind him.

Klaus didn't turn around. He didn't care who it was and he didn't want to acknowledge their presence. If he did, he would have to greet them.

The butler opened the door just as Klaus set foot on the last step up to the portal, looking as staid and impassive as always. Klaus wondered how long the old man had been watching him from the pantry window.

"Sir," the butler intoned sombrely. "It is good to have both you and the Baron here again. Your father will be pleased to see you."

Klaus chose not to respond to the obvious lie. It was better to start this ordeal out on some kind of good foot.

"Hmm," he said instead in an only vaguely grumpy tone.
from.eroica.with.love  fiction  klaus/dorian 
january 2015 by pluvial_poetry
Eberbach gave a snort. “It won't be hard to guess Eroica's next mission, will it? Someone's sure to show him this, if he doesn't know about it already. What artist decided to immortalize that fop? Perhaps we should do the owner the favor of warning him to expect a robbery.”

“That's just it,” said the Chief. “It's not a piece of modern art, Major. Read the text.”

Eberbach's eyes moved to the facing page, where he noted for the first time the title of the journal: Modern Archaeology. Archaeology?

Inca Sun God read the description of the mosaic. A remarkable find in the Andes mountains of Peru.

The Major looked up, frowning. “What's this got to do with NATO?”

“Actually ... nothing,” replied the Chief. “It may have something to do with some very strange bedfellows, though.”

Eberbach got up, clenching his fists. “Don't talk to me about perversion!”

“I was speaking metaphorically,” his boss replied. “Leftist guerillas in South America and neo-Nazis from Germany have joined forces to run drugs into Europe.”

“Isn't that a mission for Interpol?”

“Haven't done much to stop it, have they? Eberbach, it was you and your friend Eroica —”

“Don't call him my friend!”

Ignoring the familiar interruption, the Chief continued smoothly, “ — who prevented the neo-Nazis from disrupting the peace conference in England. They have a grudge against both of you.”

“You think if Eroica goes to Peru to try to steal this ... archaeological find ... the neo-Nazis will try to kill him?”

“I think they released this photograph specifically to lure him there."
fiction  from.eroica.with.love  klaus/dorian 
january 2015 by pluvial_poetry

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