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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

<b>Fandom(s):</b> <b>Character(s):</b> <b>Pairing(s, if any):</b> <b>Summary:</b> <b>Preferred Rating:</b> <b>Preferred Medium:</b>

ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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[cresselia.livejournal.com]

oh god why didn't i think of this before

Fandom(s): Kingdom Hearts, Pokémon
Character(s): Luxord, Xigbar, Dialga, Palkia
Pairing(s, if any): lmfao i don't care
Summary: EPIC TIME AND SPACE BATTLE GO
Preferred Rating: w/e
Preferred Medium: I'd actually love to see art of this but if you want to write it then by all means go ahead 8Db

Continuum

[tunasaladsonnet.livejournal.com]

Aww man, if I still had my Luxord icon I would totally use it. But I don't. :c The only way I know who Dialga and Palkia are are through Super Smash Bros., so sorry for any inaccuracies! D:

~~~

"Bloody hell," Luxord leans his head back on the cool stone of one of the ruined pillars and clutches at his side, blood seeping through the tear in the leather. "I am never going on a mission with you again."

"Keep it together, Brit," Xigbar finishes reloading his gun. "We're going to need to work together to get out of here."

Luxord opens his mouth to retort, none too content that there is a hole in his side, when one of the creatures roar again. They both feel Reality react, but the sound shakes Xigbar's bones more heavily. They are suddenly falling up into the sky as the silvery dragon with the pink pearls in its armour charges a beam in its mouth.

"Oh, damn it," Xigbar mutters.

The beam fires, searing across the distance and empty air and nearly catching Xigbar in the chest.

They feel Reality shift again, and they're falling back towards the ground. Luxord eyes flash gold for a second and they fall so slowly they're able to straighten themselves and land on their feet.

"Look for shelter!" Xigbar commands as they choose a direction and take off running across the cracked tiles. "Sounds like Palkia is recharging."

"That thing has a name?" Luxord shouts.

"'Course it has a name. Practically a god in this world. Controls Space, like me."

"I don't suppose I have a godly equivalent here, do I?"

A draconic foot steps on a pillar that had toppled over and reduces it to pieces. A dark blue dragon with blue diamonds in its armour. It exhales through it's nostrils, hot breath in the cool night air.

"Of course you do," Xigbar replies. "That's Dialga."

It roars, and the two Nobodies are frozen in Time. It too starts to charge a beam in its mouth, and nearly succeeds in killing them. Luckily, Luxord is able to break free of the Time-Hold and runs, dragging Xigbar out of it and the beam's range.

"Alright, like I said before. We're going to need to work together to get out of here. No way we can outrun gods forever."

"Especially dragon gods."

"Right, so now we just-"

Palkia roars again, and they fly up into the sky.

"-buy our time," Xigbar grins maniacally, and he suddenly stops in midair. Luxord keeps floating up, but he watches as the Freeshooter summons a dark purple orb and lets it go. It falls up too; all Luxord has to do is activate his powers and touch it, hopefully it'll open a portal out of this dimension and-

It stops. The orb stops. Dialga is smart, and was watching them. Far below, both dragons are readying themselves to beam them out of existence.

"Brit!" Xigbar shouts, close to panic (if that was possible).

"I'm on it!" Luxord shouts back, and throws one of his cards at the orb.

There is a sound like an explosion and before he knows what's happening the orb has sucked his entire card deck out of his pockets and has turned into a swirl of gold, purple, and black.

And then he is floating through stars.

Xigbar doggy paddles up to him through the silence and grins.

"You owe me a new deck of cards," Luxord said.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Naruto and Kingdom Hearts.
Character(s): Sabaku no Gaara and Naminé.
Pairing(s, if any): Gaara/Naminé.
Summary: Gaara, being the insomniac that he is, spends a night—or two or three or six—just watching his little blonde witch sleep.
Preferred Rating: Any.
Preferred Medium: Any.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Gurren Lagann, Enchanted
Character(s): Nia and Giselle
Pairing(s, if any): Hints of Simon x Nia and Giselle x whoever are good!
Summary: Naive princessly bonding time
Preferred Rating: idc
Preferred Medium: idc

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): NGE
Character(s): Shinji Ikari, Kaworu Nagisa, cute stray kitten
Pairing(s, if any): Kaworu/Shinji preferred, but gen is okay too.
Summary: Shinji brings home a kitten. Extreme cuteness happens. Kitten-killing is do not want, bonus points if it likes Kaworu better.
Preferred Rating: G to PG-13 plz.
Preferred Medium: Don't care.

[negiramenofdoom.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): Sweeney Todd, Torchwood
Character(s): Mrs. Lovett, Owen Harper, Ianto Jones, GENERAL TORCHWOOD CREW.
Pairing(s, if any): None.
Summary: Mrs. Lovett somehow (rift? I dunno. .__.) or another ends up involved with Torchwood, becomes BFF with Ianto while Owen is generally Owen, and everything is generally amazing.
Preferred Rating: Doesn't matter.
Preferred Medium: Written, please.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): House
Character(s): Taub/anyone
Pairing(s, if any): Taub/anyone
Summary: Anything you can do is awesome. Angst is awesome. Slash is AWESOME.
Preferred Rating: Any.
Preferred Medium: Fic. Glorious fic.

[frankincensy.livejournal.com]

This is irresistible to me.

goddamn my brain full of plot bunnies

[kinosino.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Character(s): Ford, Random, optional Arthur and Fenchurch
Pairing(s, if any): Ford/Random, Arthur/Fenchurch can be background or prominent
Summary: Yeah, yeah, I know, Ford/Arthur OTP, but... just think how much Random and Ford have in common, yeah? Children of planets they never knew, filling their fathers with shame and disappointment... maybe you can throw in what a hrung is.
Preferred Rating: any
Preferred Medium: fic; art if you like but probably everyone has a different idea of what Random looks like (sometimes I draw her with green hair because I'm insane).

Re: goddamn my brain full of plot bunnies

[pleonasm]

I've never written HHG before, so I hope you like it.

~

When Random first told her father that she was dating Ford Prefect, first he taught her some new English swear words even Ford hadn't taught her about, and then he grounded her for a month.

Of course, since Random was about thirty-five at this point, it didn't do much good, but she did worry about him when he turned that shade of purple. And though all fathers believe that their daughter's dates aren't good enough for them, Arthur really seemed to take that concept to heart.

"But what could you possibly have in common?" he sputtered after he ran out of bad words to call Ford, inventing a few as necessary. Ford Prefect might have been his best friend, the man who saved his life several times (though only once on purpose and the rest through example), but Arthur simply couldn't approve of him dating his daughter. There was something very, very off about it, and he was beginning to see little spots behind his eyes again when Random answered.

"Oh, plenty, Father. Both children of planets we never knew with parents the only survivors thereof, both a great disappointment to said parents... both journalists..."

"I knew I shouldn't have let you get a job with the Guide," Arthur mumbled. Random sighed. She patted her father's cheek, noting the odd scruff of it. The older Arthur got, the rougher he became. It was sort of like he was being slowly sandpapered down to nothing by an uncaring god. The thought was upsetting-- Random still thought of time as more of an inconvenience than something necessary-- so she hugged him as well.

"I'm happy, Daddy," she said. "Shouldn't that matter?"

Arthur sighed. "I'm your father," he said. "It really doesn't."

[xanykaos.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): Monk
Character(s): Disher, Sharona
Pairing(s, if any): Disher/Sharona
Summary: IDK, mild angst maybe, but with squishy-happy at the end?
Preferred Rating: not above PG-13
Preferred Medium: fic, plz

[jessieheart.livejournal.com]

Fandom: SnarfQuest!
Character(s): Snarf, Telerie Windyarm
Pairing(s, if any): ....... Snarf/Telerie, please. T^T
Summary: I've shipped these guys both romanticly and platonicly, since I was a but a fanbrat. Any love for these guys would be awesome!

Anything is welcome! LATE 1980's OTP FOR THE WIN!!! ♥

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Venture Bros
Character(s): Molotov, Brock, Molotov's Black Hearts
Pairing(s, if any): Molotov/Brock/the ladies
Summary: Molotov captures Brock and under her guidance, the ladies top Brock, pleasuring him, but with slow torture in the knowledge that it's not Molotov, leading to tension and perhaps sexytimes with Brock and Molotov. violence and femmedom ahoy! this is porn it's not supposed to be real :(
Preferred Rating: anything
Preferred Medium: fic pleaseeee

part 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

yeah, no, it's probably not what you were looking for, but i couldn't bring myself to write anything more explicit. also, it's pretty tough to write for seven characters when you know them as only 'the Black Hearts'.


Everything was moving a little too quickly for Brock to know what had happened, exactly. He had been in the hangar, that was certain, but then there was gunfire and knives and lots and lots of women, and now he was here, tied to a sort of makeshift cross in the middle of an empty room, blindfolded and chained and just not very happy.

A door opened, and then there was the clicking of heels, followed by the footsteps of heaver boots, many of them. Brock tensed up, but stayed quiet, because it was better to wait and see than overreact while already incapacitated. All of the noise stopped after a moment, and he was surrounded, he could tell, but still no one spoke, for several long minutes, until finally, Brock could contain himself no longer.

“What the hell do you want?” he asked, his voice steady.

No words answered this, but several feminine giggles did, which set him more on edge, because goddamn it, he could not kill women. Someone reached out and untied the blindfold, and, once his eyes had adjusted to the light, Brock arched his brow, confused.

The Black Hearts stood in front of him, in a semi-circle. All seven of them wore blank expressions, their eyes hidden by their mirrored sunglasses. Brock was tempted to look around for Molotov, but each of the Black Hearts was holding a knife, and he preferred not to take chances. “Hi,” he said instead, hesitantly.

Behind him, Molotov laughed, coldly. “Hello, Samson,” she answered, while her subordinates stayed silent. “Comfortable? I hope we were not too rough with you.”

“Be more comfortable if you untied me, Mol,” he replied, flexing his arms a little. The Black Hearts tensed visibly, clutching their knives a little more tightly.

Chuckling, lowly, Molotov leaned forward to rest her folded arms on one of his shoulders, perching her chin atop them to look at him. “Oh, but then everyone would miss out on the fun.”

“What fun?” he asked suspiciously, and then she stepped away, snapping her fingers. The Black Hearts immediately stepped forward to take her place, and all of a sudden there were a lot of hands and mouths and kissing and cooing and knives cutting away his clothes. Brock was, understandably, distracted by this, and was so busy focussing in on the top of a blond head as it leaned in to bite at his collarbone that he didn’t notice Molotov circling around, didn’t see when she walked back out of his line of vision.

In fact, Brock got so busy biting his lip and trying to ignore the Black Hearts, who were throwing shreds of his jeans to the floor, that he almost forgot about Molotov until she leaned over his shoulder again, murmuring into his ear.

“Isn’t this what you want?” she asked, voice soft and dangerous as the Black Heart with the dreadlocks expertly sliced the zipper right out of Brock’s jeans. “The instant gratification? The grabbing and the pulling and the fucking, that is all you want, right? You don’t look happy, baby, I am giving you want you want.”

And that was when Brock got it, when the pieces snapped into place -- she was tormenting him again, nothing more, nothing less, it was just that this time she had a bunch of other women to help. Women who would do whatever Molotov told them to.

Goddamn it.

“Mol, no,” he managed to say, though his breath caught as the Black Hearts more or less ripped the remainder of his jeans off, leaving him naked except for his briefs and boots. “This isn’t -- “

“It isn’t?” she cut him off, reaching over his shoulder to grab someone’s hand and redirect it, placing it higher up on his chest. “But what about the Cold War? Poor baby, the hegemony war, isn’t that what is stopping you?” She was mocking him now, her tone acid and sarcastic, and still the Black Hearts weren’t stopping, and Brock was seriously about to go out of his mind.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Hunchback of Notre Dame / Sleeping Beauty
Character(s): Frollo / Malificient
Pairing(s, if any): Frollo / Malificient
Summary: Something funny and sweet, yet evil.
Preferred Rating: PG or PG-13
Preferred Medium: Any

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Battlestar Galactica/Lost
Character(s): Any of the pilots (preferably a main character) Beach people
Summary: A member of the fleet crashlands on the island.
Preferred Rating: pg +
Preferred Medium: fanfiction

[seireiishtar.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): Master Mosquiton (OVA)
Character(s): Honoo, Yuki, whoever else you want to use.
Pairing(s, if any): Honoo/Yuki
Summary: Pure unadulterated fluff. Possibly in the middle of plotting how to rid themselves of Inaho. Please just show me that this fandom isn't dead?
Preferred Rating: Any you like.
Preferred Medium: See above! ♥

HOLY CRAP MOSQUITON REQUEST. Well dang... this deserves a drabble at LEAST.

[(Anonymous)]

"Pfft. She'd probably fall in love with a clone of herself easily. Then she'd be too busy fawning over it to ever bother Master with her petty human desires again."

"... hn. Well, Momma Inaho does seem to be awfully fond of herself... but even if we could create a clone of her, I don't think I could stand the noise long enough to see if that plan would work." Yuki frowned from her position in the ice box, head in her hands.

"Yeah, you're right," Honoo snorted as he scooted himself closer to the fireplace, "The cacophony of whining would be unbearable. But really, we have to figure something out! Master is becoming more and more soft by the day. Just this morning, I caught him clipping her toenails."

The ice girl's nose scrunched up in disgust, "Again?! Can't that lazy girl do anything for herself? The very idea of a noble vampire such as Mosquiton doing such menial work is beyond absurd! Oooh. We really have to think of something, and fast! Before..."

The last thought hung in the air unfinished, as if Yuki didn't even want to ponder such a horrid idea as what had entered her head.

"It's only a matter of time before she wears down Master's common sense enough for him to do something so foolish. He may be a great member of his race, but in the end the blood of a man still runs through him." Honoo nodded sadly, "Che. I'd hate to think what would happen should Momma Inaho end up with child. Then she'd have a strangle hold on him forev--"

The fire guardian didn't get a chance to finish that thought as the little green-haired girl threw herself upon him, tears welling up in her eyes. He grunted at the sudden weight, but moved to rub her back soothingly. If not somewhat confusedly. Wasn't she bothered by the heat from the fireplace?

"Oh! Oh don't even suggest that, Honoo!" she cried, "That would be awful! You know very well who'd have to change the disgusting icky diapers, don't you?"

"Blech," Honoo's face contorted in displeasure, "And probably feed the little monster, too. Could you imagine Momma Inaho trying to make baby food?"

That caused another shutter to run through Yuki's body, but she leaned back to look at her fiery companion in the eyes. There was a moment of somewhat awkward silence as she finally seemed to realize she was sitting in Honoo's lap. A slow blush came over her cheeks, and she reached a hand up to cup the side of his face. Her lips parted with an unsure quirk, trying to muster up words to express...

"HONOO! YUKI!"

The all too familiar screech of a certain demanding teenager caused them to cringe in unison. So much for their hopes of a quiet evening.

"Coooooming Momma Inaho!"

((Er. Sorry. So very very rusty with writing. But I just had to do SOMETHING. It's my first fandom!))

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy X
Character(s): Riku and Rikku, and any others you see fit to include!
Pairing(s, if any): Riku/Rikku :)
Summary: Come on, you know you've always wanted them to meet! I don't care what it is--just make sure that their names come into play so that there can be mass confusion!
Preferred Rating: Any!
Preferred Medium: See above~

[blackwolfmoon.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): Bioshock
Character(s): Dr. J. S. Steinman, Sander Cohen
Pairing(s, if any): Sander/Steinman
Summary: I'm not picky, there is almost no Bioshock slash.
Preferred Rating: Anything, whether or not there is sex is up to the author.
Preferred Medium: Any, but fic is best.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Bleach
Character(s): STARK, any other espada, Lilinette
Pairing(s, if any): gen prz
Summary: anything about Stark :( day to day life, funny stories about him and Lilinette :( I AM STARVED FOR WORK OF THIS HOT MAN
Preferred Rating: anything
Preferred Medium: anything

[sdissynthium.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): Clone High
Character(s): Dude, it's Clone High. There are no minor characters (every "extra" is a real historical figure)! But uh, probably Abe, Joan, Ghandi, Cleo, JFK, Scudworth, plus any random clones you feel like adding.
Pairing(s, if any): Preferably the canon ones, though I'd really rather not have romance as the focus.
Summary: The beginning second season, picking up exactly from where the show left off--that's right, with the entire cast frozen.
Preferred Rating: PG or PG-13 (though if you somehow manage to make it G or R, that's also fine) Preferred Medium: Fic or comic

[j-lunatic.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): House, Harry Potter
Character(s): House, Lucius Malfoy
Pairing(s, if any): Optional/at author's discretion
Summary: Pimp canes at 10 paces.
Preferred Rating: Any.
Preferred Medium: Any.

[noelleno.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): Lodoss War
Character(s): Shiris, Orson
Pairing(s, if any):...yep
Summary: Sky. Limit.
Preferred Rating: PG?
Preferred Medium: Just do it. I miss this show. B|

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): X/1999/ Broke Back Mountain
Character(s): Ennis and Keiichi
Pairing(s, if any): Ennis/Keiichi
Summary: Camping
Preferred Rating: Any.
Preferred Medium: Any.

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): .hack//G.U.
Character(s): Haseo, Endrance
Pairing(s, if any): Haseo/Endrance
Summary: Anything! Or if that's too vague, show me how Haseo realised he was starting to return Endrance's feelings. Or perhaps a meeting between the two IRL?
Preferred Rating: Any is fine
Preferred Medium: Any!

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland
Character(s): Nemo, Princess Camille
Pairing(s, if any): Nemo/Camille
Summary: Nemo returns to Slumberland in his dreams after several years.
Preferred Rating: ......well I'd prefer not to have my childhood tarnished but IF YOU MUST RULE 34 IT THEN I WON'T NECESSARILY OBJECT
Preferred Medium: anything

[erinptah]

DeviantArt is more than willing to tarnish your childhood. Not with Nemo/Camille, though, sorry =(

[dethroned-king.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): Fairy Tail, Bleach
Character(s): Gray, Matsumoto
Pairing(s, if any): Above?
Summary: Drinking partners.
Preferred Rating: I don't care.
Preferred Medium: Fic?

and now I realize why I love the Sorrow.

[kinosino.livejournal.com]

Fandom(s): the Traveling Wilburys
Character(s): the Traveling Wilburys, maybe some folks from their songs
Pairing(s, if any): meh. If you must.
Summary: Your usual band shenanigans!
Optional: Mention Lefty's not-so-irrational fear of clingfilm and terrapins (http://www.michaelkelly.fsnet.co.uk/karl.htm).
Another suggestion: Lefty's already dead, but is a particularly helpful and/or mischievous ghost (stealing Charlie's hat, that sort of thing).
Preferred Rating: any
Preferred Medium: any

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): kingdom_crack
Character(s): Fran, Beer Bottle
Pairing(s, if any): Beer Bottle/Fran
Summary: As the enraged mun's grip tightened, the beer bottle moaned in delight.
Preferred Rating: Up to you.
Preferred Medium: Te.