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Ficbit Requests
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.
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.
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“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.”
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