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

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.

Re: Shamanic Princess: Learning Curves

[gaisce.livejournal.com]

YES! YES HE DOES! AND WHY DOES NO ONE ELSE WATCH THIS?!

*squee* Thank yooooooooooooooou. This was perfect for them, especially since you kept Tiara in character without making her seem callous. And Graham cuddled up into a ball is an image I will cherish forever. ♥ ♥ ♥