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*

Zombie Powder: Spy vs. Spy

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

The moment the bullets started rattling the walls of the first floor in Redvale Bancorp’s main HQs, things got a little bit messy. Tonka Enzo, the leader of the South Florenzo Gang was a big man with a fake accent, a host of clip-on piercings, and a sub-machine gun over his shoulder that was plenty real enough.

He also went by the name of Tonker Florenzo and was also kinda sorta the mayor’s son but everyone pretended they didn’t know that and when the guy came tromping in with six men and some expensive mail order type duds, the place quieted down real fast.

“SHOW ME THE VAULT.”

Akutabi Gamma, who’d happened to be chasing a jawbreaker that had bounced through the open doors behind them, bent over, popped it in his mouth, and took advantage of the fact his head was level with the nearest employee, who was shaking under her desk.

“What’s in there?” he asked, giving the candy a crunch.

She told him.

“Hm,” said Gamma. “Okay, best way out’s going to be crawling past those desks over there.”

And he straightened and reached around for his case. He took a long step over one of the riddled desks. The teller still sitting at it blinked up at him, fixing his glasses.

“Okay,” Gamma started. Lil’ Tonka’d done enough now. “Show me the--”

Click.

The bank-teller smiled very warmly, at his back. “—vault?” he said, helpfully.

“…and here I thought you worked here.”

“Oh do I look it? Thank you!” he laughed, quiet and unhurried. “…I thought you were with them.”

“Yeah?”

“Nope. But I am! Right now anyway,” the man admitted. The gun was cool at the back of his neck, through his hair. “Akutabi Gamma--” He paused, when Gamma crunched his hand down over the barrel. “…Nice to meet you.”

Gamma felt the press of the second barrel under his arm--

--and grinned. The guy was good—and apparently waiting around for pleasantries, and so, he said: “Right back at you.”

And then he spun, with a happy rev of his sword.

Later it could be said they met cute.

[halcyonjazz.livejournal.com]

Times like these I AM QUITE HAPPY I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND. OMG ♥♥♥♥