Ficbit Requests

[moonsheen]

I haven't done one of these for awhile, and I'm bored, and I feel a need to be productive about something therefore. Ficbit request time! Give me a characters, series, and/or circumstance, and I shall try my merry damnedest to give you fic in return. Length is debatable. Quality will be VERY debatable. Prose will possibly be purple. Pr0n will possibly be HORRIBLY BAD. But ohgodheregoes.

Fandoms as (vaguely) listed:

Bleach
Naruto
Fullmetal Alchemist
Shamanic Princess
Kingdom Hearts (and uh, by extension. Disney. Shaddup. I LIKE MY URSULAFIC DAMNIT)
My-HiME
Samurai Champloo
Avatar: The Last Airbender (...I make no guarantees on this one though. Except that I LOVE THIS FAKE ANIME and EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE EP 13 LIKE NOW)
Zombie Powder
D.Gray-man
The Incredibles (why not.)

Whooboy.

Comments

[halcyonjazz.livejournal.com]

I said I would have to. Zombie Powder--possible the tidbit conversation on how Gamma and Smith decided to work together?

Or if that's too much trouble!

Bleach (duh), Shinou-RP fic. THERE'S ENOUGH CRACK FOR YOU TO PICK FROM, THERE

[mcruthless.livejournal.com]

I second the Zombie Powder. Please please please~ *3*

[pocky_slash.livejournal.com]

I know it's not on the list, but woudl you try DPS for me? Please? Please? ::puppy eyes::

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

I WILL TRY

[white_aster]

...Renji-fic? If you need inspiration....how about....learning his soul slayer's name? (hey, why should Ichigo get all the fun with the weird psychedelic vision quests? Humor or something light rather than angst would be preferable. :)

Bleach: Ghost In The ______

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Captain Aizen gave him a puzzled look on the walkway that afternoon. “You look pale, Abarai-kun.”

Renji had flushed. “…eh, Captain,” he’d answered, hanging his head. That was when he realized he was the only one who could hear it. He was off duty not long after that, and it quieted for a bit. Nearly bearable, until he brushed by Hinamori on his way back to the barracks, and the noise spiked with such a pitch he’d given a soft snarl in answer and had startled the hell out of her.

“Abarai-kun?”

“Shut the hell up--” he’d snapped, and then immediately realized who he’d been facing when he said that. “e-eh. Not you Hinamori—m’fine. Fine” He jumped the railing to get away from her.

The howl had almost a laughing quality at his back as he went. It crawled all the way up his spine and down again and it settled at his ear.

“The fuck,” he’d muttered, as he flung himself onto his futon that night. The sounded faded some, but that was when the ache in his temples started. He twisted. He turned. He banged his knee rolling over. He developed an unquenchable itch in his neck. When a light doze reached him he was jolted out of it by the flicker of something slick against his eyelid. The feeling a body, leaning over him from above—

Renji threw himself over and onto all fours and wakefulness with a shout. He stayed there stiffly a moment, legs locked, knuckles against the floorboards. The moon was reflecting off the wood. The air smelled like wet fur.

"Show yourself," he'd hissed, like a swearword, into the empty air.

There was a large white animal sitting at his door.

[roark28.livejournal.com]

LOL The Incredibles would be entertaining XD But would you mind trying Kakashi and Sakura from Naruto? Maybe set slightly in the future so it's not so illegal >_> Any plot you want is fine. Thanks so much ^^

The Incredibles: The Interview

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Because Mirage desperately needed a backstory.

“…you’re a little…overqualified.”

The young lady looked up. She’d been trying not to fidget and she’d thought she’d done a good job at it. Now her hands tightened in her lap. “…overqualified?”

The man was squat with his eyes spaced far apart. He would have looked like a troll if not for the suit. He pinned her with those beady little eyes: “You’re just not what we’re looking for right now.”

She could have sworn for a moment his gaze had dropped to the front of her blouse.

“I see. Thank you for time,” she said, with a wounded dignity. Her stride fell apart the moment she stepped outside the building. She turned the corner, ran a hand back through her hair, took her glasses off and promptly threw them down and ground them under her impressively narrow shoe. Heels. She’d worn heels for this one. As though it might make a difference from the five other interviews she’d had that month. She could barely move in them.

“Overqualified,” she snarled, grinding the lenses into a fine powder. “Overqualified. Who is overqualified.”

“No one is,” said a voice, from the curb. She looked up and nearly tipping herself over. There was a car stopped there. The man--boy, really, he looked a few years younger than her--was looking at her, hands drumming on the wheel. “It’s a nice word though, isn’t it? ‘Overqualified.’ Telling you you’re worth nothing just by being too. Damn. Special. For ‘em. Kind of gets your goat, doesn’t it?”

He had a greasy look-- although his eyes were striking when he raised his brow at her. She just narrowed hers. “I didn’t ask for an opinion.”

He smiled. “And I didn’t stop out of the goodness of my heart. Elena Sahara is it? Right now anyway?”

A sudden tightness in her throat: “…how did you…”

“It was Gibson. When we took that bio course together. Sara Gibson. Liked to sit in the back. Small, easy to miss, never talked, kinda cute, kinda nerdy.” He was one to talk. He glanced her over. “You look good, Sara. Or, um, should I say…Mirage?”

She could’ve run if she left her shoes. They were expensive though, she folded her arms carefully instead. “….what do you want from me.”

“Nothing in particular. I just don’t see why you’re going all corporate when you do plenty of great things with that hobby of yours. You’re good at it, aren’t you? That whole…slipping under the radar screen thing? That’s why they keep turning you down. You don’t command enough of a…presence. Plus, yanno, your resumes gee golly impressive and that just scares them—I have a job offer to make to you.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear. “…I’m listening.”

“Great!” The man grinned. He had terrible teeth. It was somehow a nice smile, though. She could remember him, vaguely. Or she could remember the freckles, she wasn’t sure. He leaned over to tap the empty passengers’ seat next to him. “Let’s talk.”

[lynnxlady.livejournal.com]

Ino!fic, please? Ninja-doing-cool-ninja-things gen, or maybe Ino/Sakura?

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Ninja doing cool things it is! Or uh, sort of. Mostly it's just an excuse to get that snark I've always wanted

“Yeah,” she says with a grin, sliding an elbow over the desk behind her. The woman is thin, but that’s how he likes ‘em-- the folds of the kimono accent the way her hip is turned. She lays one leg over the other, floral patterns rippling. Her eyes are just dancing. “I’m into that, if that’s how you like it.”

She raises two fingers, walking them up the air as though she’d rather be doing it up his chest. “C’mere,” she says, with a tip of her head. The ornaments in her hair jingle. He does, not one to pass up the opportunity. She laughs lightly, leans back further, and then stabs him through the throat with one of said ornaments.

When she steps out Neji is waiting by the door with a flat look. She hands him the scroll she lifted from the body. He takes it—again, flatly, as he is wont to be.

“Shikamaru is waiting for us.”

She smirks. “Did see that?”

He turns. “Unfortunately.”

“Hmph. A kunoichi is beautiful like a well sharpened knife.” She lets her hair down the rest of the way, shaking it out. “….just because it’s never worked on you--”

“That outfit looks ridiculous on you.”

“HEY,” she growls, rolls up the bloodied sleeves of the stupid kimono and, light-footed because a ninja cannot be anything but on the job, tromps after him down the hall.

[rinkori.livejournal.com]

-delurks-

Urrrrr. May I have some Sasuke-and-Naruto, please? :D

Naruto: Goin' Back To Bed

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Cranky Future Domestic Bliss! Because when it comes down to it, Sasuke and Naruto are at their best when they're dorky, dorky boys. And reformed, damnit.



Uchiha Sasuke was twenty-six the day he woke up, lay back, and realized he was irrationally and undoubtedly happy with his life.

…and then Uzumaki Naruto jumped on his stomach.

“Morning, asshole!” said he, unaware of any great revelations and full of nothing but really obnoxious cheer. “We got a mission! Too cool to punch out the clock this morning—oh WAIT you did that yesterday! Hey, hey hey what’s with that look, heyMPH--”

Sasuke gave his housemate’s face a good hard shove. “Shut up, idiot,” he said offhandedly, sitting up. He needed to think about this one, damnit. “…what class?” Why am I happy? “…feh why would you know. A, if they’re sending it here….” Why… “…are you chewing on me? Stop that.”

“So leggo,” said Naruto, around a mouthful of Sasuke’s hand. Sasuke pulled it back with a disgusted snort. He gave it a shake, airing it off. “Hey, I looked at it first this time.”

“Did you.”

“I did!”

“Before you accepted it.”

“Yeah!”

“For both of us?”

Naruto grabbed Sasuke’s wrist and wrestled it down against the headboard with a grin, leaning over him. He’d at least stopped sitting on him, now. He was up on his toes and crouched over him instead. “…yeah,” he said. His face was warm and too damn close.

“Tch,” said Sasuke.

Naruto made a face. “That sound. Ever tell you…” he took a handful of Sasuke’s bangs. “…how much it pisses me off?”

“…probably,” Sasuke muttered, and then immediately felt a thumb against the corner of his mouth.

“…what’s this?”

“No idea.” Sasuke snorted. Epiphanies were kind of crappy, he decided. He couldn’t think of anything more annoying to smile about. He swatted Naruto away and stalked off to go find some goddamn pants.

[lazzchan.livejournal.com]

Ehehe... I agree.. Naruto! Sasuke-and-Naruto please?

Absolutely adored your snowfall in Konoha one.. XD Maybe a follow up on what happened at the end? *tenative suggestion*

Naruto: Set For Defrost

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Now with ten times less subtext!

The first thing Sasuke said, after a long moment, after Naruto pulled back with a decidedly ugly gap mouthed look, and after he let go of his wrist, was simply: “…your breath stinks. Close the door.”

“Huh?” said Naruto, blinking. “Oh. Fuck off. It’s my apartment.” He shook snow off of his jacket and bumped it shut. The last of the cold air seemed to try to bum-rush them. Little droplets were in Naruto’s hair and on his cheeks. They dripped down, finding slight detour in his scars, continuing on their way. Sasuke traced one of them quietly with his eyes as he turned back, giving a melodramatic puff of his lips that only Naruto had ever perfected to such a level of petulance.

“When’s the cold ever bothered you?” he continued, and with a keen interest to prove his point, stuck his hand up Sasuke’s shirt.

It was a frigid shock. “The hell—stop that!”

“Nyeheh!” said Naruto, with a proud grin at the Uchiha’s retreat. “Teach ya to come all uninvited and all! ….you were gone awhile.”

Sasuke stopped when he reached the table in the kitchenette. He’d thrown his packs under it. “Mm,” he said. “They cut the power in my apartment.”

Naruto followed. “Oh? Huh. Yeah they’ve done that to me a few times. Happens when you’re gone for awhile…”

“Registry’s closed.”

“Happens when there’s an assload of snow.”

“Ichiraku wasn’t apparently.”

“Happens when their best customer stops by for a victory dinner.” Naruto unzipped, pulled his slippery jacket back over his shoulders. “Iruka-sensei’s treat-- how’dya guess?”

Sasuke curled his lip. “Your breath,” he said. Then, as Naruto seemed to decide that it was as good a time as any to work his shirt off: “The taste,” he added, and looked supremely annoyed when all Naruto did was come over and shove him onto the table.

His hands were very cold.

[saturnoolaa.livejournal.com]

Komamura/someone romance. I don't particularly care who, but Komamura needs somebody to love.

Bleach: Show Me Your Frankenstein (take 2)

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Thank you for giving me an excuse to write this.

Komamura lifted himself from the river. He did not shake the water from his face, although he sorely wished to. He would do nothing so base. Instead he reached for the towel offered to him. He pressed it between his eyes. “…I was born in the east,” he said, after a time. “Lord Genryuusai brought me here, when I was still--”

His friend smiled at him, hand still extended. “Small?”

“…half my height now,” Komamura concluded, gruffly.

“I could not resist. Forgive me,” Tousen tipped his head, in apology, although his smile didn’t fade. His other hand hung in his lap, brushing over the spine of the book there. His knees looked narrow the way they rose over the shorter grasses, bent. “You must have been a young man, then.”

Komamura pulled the towel over his nose. “I was not a soldier then, no. All my head was full of were my studies—ah.” He glanced over, mouth parting. Tousen’s fingers seemed to have somehow drawn closer to his face, without him knowing. “Does that surprise you?”

“No.”

“No?”

His friend looked puzzled by his mere insistence. “No. You speak very well.”

“Hm.”

“And very confidently.”

“Hm.”

“For one who is so shy,” Tousen finished, settling his palm against the side of Komamura’s face. He brushed, gently, over his eye and over his ear. “My friend,” he murmured. “You need not worry so.”

[nekokoban]

FMA: Something with Havoc! And Hawkeye! And, uh ... bonus points if the puppy makes an appearance! :D

Fullmetal Alchemist: Formal Function

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

Pre-puppy, I'm afraid!

It was a formal function, she said. Black-tie.

He said, ah, crap sir I hate these things can’t the Colonel go?

She said no, he would obviously be busy.

…which, seeing the state of the office, made perfect sense but.

Right, he said. And then nearly swallowed his cigarette—one of the expensive foreign brands he’d bribed Fullmetal into bringing back as a souvenir. (There was no express rule about making fair trades with fourteen year olds.)

He could wear a uniform pretty decent a suit more so, if what his mother ever told him was any indication. Not that he was entirely comfortable with this, no. When he was wrestling with his tie that evening he thought: wait wait wait. was this an order? Didn’t think it was an order. Jumped like it was an order though. Have I just been ordered to go out with my superior, wait, what.

Formal, she’s said-- not that formal, obviously. He pictured them walking through the door in matching suits. He wondered if maybe he should’ve worn a dress. He was doing a fine job picturing himself in a rippling gown over a vent when she opened her door. He would’ve swallowed his cigarette if he’d had one at the time. The dress put him to shame. Her figure was definitely better than his.

Let’s go, she said; unblinking and in the same voice she used to tell him ‘Drive’, many many times before. He snapped to. At attention. Left, right, left and she had earrings.

….it was definitely one of the more interesting moments in Jean Havoc’s life.

He never did get up the courage to ask her if she had a holster under all of that.

[zinjadu.livejournal.com]

Hi, I've been rec'd here by nekokoban, but have not yet commented because I'm a bad person. Um, how about after ch 181 in Bleach with Byakuya wanting Renji and Rukia to get it on already so he can have some peace and quiet.

Thank you if you decide to do it! ^_^

[halcyonjazz.livejournal.com]

This deserves spontaneous ♥ dammit!

in other words: SECONDED

[lazulisong.livejournal.com]

KH, the Beast.

D:

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

I think I'm the only person in the world who squees more over the Disney characters in KH than the Square crew

“Are you staring at me?”

He was staring. His eyes were on the Beast’s shoulder. Sora blinked out of it, frowning. “...I can Heal--”

“It’s fine,” said the Beast curtly, flowing ahead of the boy in two stubborn steps. “Don’t stare. I don’t like it. You’re fortunate.”

“I am?”

“That I met her before I met you.” The rumble in his voice faded with the ‘her’. He curled his hands over edges his cape and pulled it around himself. “I…hrm.” He stopped.

Sora smiled as he trotted back up to his companion’s side. “I know,” he said. “I’m worried about my friends too.”

The Beast glanced at him, brow raised. “Your friends…” he started, and then, seeming to think better of it. “…my friend." His eyes darkened. He gave a brittle laugh that reminded Sora oddly of Riku, and the thought of him made the walls of Hollow Bastion seem higher and the absence of the Keyblade all the heavier in his hand.

“Yes,” said the Beast, with an air of helplessness that the boy didn’t understand. “Yes, she’s that.”

[gaisce.livejournal.com]

Despite the awkwardness of my utter newness I saw Shamanic Princess and my brain screamed "Graham fiction!" So could you please?

Shamanic Princess: Learning Curves

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE WHO HAS SEEN THIS ANIME. Graham deserves love, damnit.

In the first days of their partnership Tiara let Graham sleep in her bed. She hadn’t wanted to, at first. There were plenty of other rooms in the old house the Elders had assigned to her for her studies. It seemed a bad habit to encourage, but Graham was so new to this life and to this world that (she rationalized) she didn’t have much of a choice. Little things spooked him. Shadows on the walls as it got late, strains of birdsong from outside. She hadn’t thought to cover any of the mirrors in the house until he’d smashed two in a panic. And the first time it had rained…

…those days it seemed like the only thing that didn’t make him jump was Tiara and so, no, no choice at all in the matter. He was her partner. He was her responsibility, and even if the claws on his toes poked holes in her mattress and his hair was stiff and bristly and he shifted around about a thousand times, she allowed it. It was how she discovered he liked having his head stroked, it turned out—and understanding that made a lot of things easier, when it came to calming him down.

When Graham rested he did so curled up as tightly as he could pull himself, and in the beginning she wasn’t sure whether or not he did actually sleep, the way his one eye roved, the way he couldn’t close it. When the pupil grew very large and sank down he’d nodded off, she learned. It was a little terrifying. It rolled so far down it sometimes looked as though he’d died. His bandages often smelled like blood. This was long before she’d brought him the artifact that in the later days of their partnership would become his new arm. Still, there was nothing to be done for it.

It was a slower process than she would have liked, teaching him to have at least a passing familiarity with his surroundings—but at least he found a familiarity with her, and he was her partner, and so she thought this was a good thing at the time. He was strange and misshapen but he was hers. He started sleeping with his nose pressed near her. He started sleeping with his legs unbent. He started sleeping on his back, and eventually she taught him how to sleep alone, but that was later-- when she grew up and when things changed and when things….

At that time, she just smiled for all those things that he could do.

[silverblade-kun.livejournal.com]

i'd like to request something d.gray before you stop taking requests. there's not enough of it on the net. *__* so... anything d.gray-man please~

D.Gray-man: Slight of Hand

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

The boy in the square talks without thinking, as children are wont to do. “Hey mister! You a clown?”

The mother is quick to catch up with him. Hands around his shoulder and cheeks flushed. “Johan,” she clucks, sternly, steering him away. She’s a handsome woman, tall and stalwart. Her hair done up in a thick, red braid. “That is very rude--”

“Oh, no!” says Allen, quickly. He can’t bear to let the situation stand. “It’s all right--”

Her eyes dart along his jacket cautiously; no doubt a woman of the faith, and no doubt having expected someone much older, with his hair so white.

“I do know a few tricks?” he offers, with a smile. There’s a blue handkerchief dangling from his sleeve. He extends his arm-- slowly, so as not to startle anyone--and he lets the child take a hold and tug. The result is six feet long with bells on it. The boy laughs in surprise. The children of the square end up gathered around. He shakes coins out of a glove and does a one-armed balancing trick on a little girl’s ball. Afterwards he bows and the village parents applaud. Afterwards Johan’s mother takes him aside and with her stern, stalwart expression addresses him.

“Are you waiting for the train, Exorcist.”

“Ah, well, yes--”

“That is the first time he has laughed since his sister died.”

The woman’s gaze is strong and knowing on him. His expression sobers. He raises his right hand palm up. “…I hope then, that--”

She takes his left, between both of hers. Her fingers are calloused from many years of work and hardship. She seems to think nothing of the knotted rises under the fabric of his glove, hard and unnatural. “God be with you,” she says to him, simple and sure.

“And you,” Allen Walker answers, with a gentle nod. It’s the train whistle that eventually summons him away. He leaves the bells behind, for the children.

[starlighter.livejournal.com]

ICHIGO/RUKIA PWEASE. (^_^)

[(Anonymous)]

*stabbity death*

[hitode.livejournal.com]

Bleach with Shuuhei ^_^

Bleach: Big Shot

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

It was some time before he had it in him to roll off the futon.

“Guh,” he said, intelligently. He’d been sleeping with a breeze on him for the last few hours—if sleeping could be swapped for ‘working off a mild case of alcohol poisoning’. Either way he had a desert in his mouth and he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened last night. Not a bad way to waste the last of his month’s salary, all and all. This Hisagi Shuuhei decided after he’d checked to make sure he hadn’t woken up with another tattoo, of course--he was still living down the last time that happened. He stood up and stumbled to the door, pulling at his cheek to inspire wakefulness and mumbling the whole way.

“Morning, sir!” said one of his squad members from the hall. On the way to the showers, it looked like. It got Hisagi's mind working on a number of things—like exactly how long his ass had been hanging out for the whole world to see, for one.

“Nngn.” He said in reply, and shut the goddamn door.

[lacewood]

FMA, Hawkeye. XD

:3

[farli.livejournal.com]

Fuufuuufuu. People should not give me free rein to request these sorta things.. (and so manymany bubble hearts for the KH/Disney requestablity! Although that let the Cheshire cat out of the bag.. X3)

I would liiiiiiiiike...

A Bleach/FMA/KH crossover, with Ansem and Door(s to the Heart/Light/Darkness) emphasis. :3

*runs awaaaaaaay*

[riko.livejournal.com]

Hyuuga. Preferably Neji of some variety, but god knows I love them all.

[the-tower.livejournal.com]

ohmygosh.

D.Gray-man or Samurai Champloo, your pick? (although I'm strongly leaning towards the former :D)

D.Gray-man: Play Dead

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

...Rinali has issues.

“…some bandages.” Allen flexed his thick, leathery fingers. “A little bit of coal, to put under the eyes—ah, there are better things for it! Types of make-up but…. You don’t have to look like you’re dying just… mildly ill and talk with a little bit of a rasp.” He demonstrated on the last words, croaking painfully. “Like that. But look cheerful.”

He ran his other hand through his hair, smiling sheepishly. “…it’s…pretty dishonest, yes.” Leaning further against the window, the way his shoulder rose in that scrunched half hunch made Rinali wonder if he didn’t know a few contortionist tricks as well.

“Does it work?” she asked.

Allen laughed softly. “Sometimes! Depends on how nice people want to be. Sometimes you just get kicked for looking like a beggar. You sort of deserve it when you’re not actually...you’re just…” he flicked his wrist, miming a quick juggling sequence. “Mmwell." He let his palms settle in his lap.

“Oh,” said Rinali. The only sound for a moment was the rattle of the railcar. “…once I rolled up a shirt and tied it around my neck.”

Allen blinked. “Mm?”

Rinali ran her finger in a horizontal dip across her neck. “Like this. And I bit my thumb and…” she touched the corner of her mouth.

“Rinali…”

Her eyes were fixed on him, unblinking. “I thought I could run away when they took my body out. Now I know they probably would have buried me. ” She waited for the very last of the color to drain from his face before she closed her eyes and shrugged, mildly. “And checked my pulse.”

…it as a long moment of solemnity before she cracked a smile, and Allen smiled back, and hazarded another laugh, and she joined him, and the food trolley came by and they bought a biscuit and broke it between them but were both laughing too hard to eat much of it.

“…did you…really do that?”

“And held my breath.”

“…my God, Rinali!” said Allen, in amazement. Then stopped and pondered his phrasing. That, in the end, just set them off all over again.

[arboretum]

! *squeals*

Champloo slash? I really don't know what sort of constraints and other things are helpful for you, so no particular circumstance, unless you want me to come up with one. 8D

<333

[alexsirkman.livejournal.com]

Avatar~! Just ANYTHING! I need to see more of this show!

[lissagirl.livejournal.com]

Weeell I normally wouldn't put in a request since you don't know me, like, at all and therefor have no reason to write me absolutely anything, but... well... You were offering Zombie Powder, how was I supposed to resist?

Just anything, anything about/with/on Elwood and I would love you forever. Even more than I do now, really.

*hides*

[light-reflected.livejournal.com]

Lurker here. If I'm allowed, can I please have something Bleach? Any character, in any situation. Thanks in advance!

*goes back to lurking*

[celira]

Bleach, Hisana, laundry. Just because.

[celira]

Or, if the Bleach is wiping out colors and the Lira is being irksome, then Avatar. Katara and gambling. Don't ask.

[officialbizness.livejournal.com]

FA LA LA LA LA! ♥ IF YOU SO PLEASE:

Ichigo, his doggy daddy, and the consequences of Kon whacking it vigorously while strawberry man was away being all cool and shit. :D :D :D :D :D :D

[halcyonjazz.livejournal.com]

...♥