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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!

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

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[(Anonymous)]

Fandom(s): D. Gray-man, real life?
Character(s): Lavi, a golden retriever puppy
Pairing(s, if any):None
Summary: A puppy follows Lavi home one day :)
Preferred Rating: G plz o_o
Preferred Medium: any is fine

[allira-dream.livejournal.com]

Er. This decided to be a sort of AU. Sry.

The puppy was on the corner to his place. Around three, four months old, it was flea-ridden skin and bones, and despite it all, when Lavi knelt nearby, it still came close to him, a little wary but with its tail starting to wag.

"You got the wrong one," Lavi told the dog, digging around his schoolbag and coming out with half his sandwich that somehow Allen hadn't stolen, giving it to the dog. "You should've gone to Allen or Linali."

Small-adorable-things were only good when there were girls around, and he really didn't have time to take care of a dog, even if he had been a dog person which he wasn't, really.

The dog, that had finished devouring the sandwich, gave a pitiful bark. Lavi sighed and stood up.

"Sorry, fella. Panda would kill me."

And he walked to his place.

Later that night, taking out the trash, exhausted of having been helping Panda translate those damn volumes, he blinked, cocking his head to the side when he found the puppy right outside, and it had started wagging its tail the moment it saw him.

"Oi, oi, told you I can't keep you," Lavi tried to reason with the dog, but it proved to be unreasonable when it barked again.

He rubbed his head again. Yuu would also kill him if he asked if he wanted a dog, Linali would feel miserable saying no because she lived in an apartment, and between Crowley being busy with college and his girlfriend being allergic to pretty much everything... and Allen, well. It was a miracle Tim had survived for so long with that man as its original master, and Tim was a pretty possessive animal anyway.

Lavi shook his head, looking at the dog again. "Go and find another family: one with a brat or two."

And he went back inside, ignoring the bark.

*

A week later, over break, Allen blinked, Linali cooed and Yuu rolled his eyes.

"Here, Solovino," Lavi said, grinning, taking out the other sandwich he had packed. "Miserable little thing: couldn't wait until the afternoon?"

"Is that your dog, Lavi?" Allen asked.

"Since when do you have a dog?" Linali asked too, kneeling down so that she could pet the puppy's golden fur.

"In a way and technically, I don't have one," Lavi said with a shrug. "It just has badtaste."

"How can you say that!" Linali said, frowning a little. "He's so cute!"

"Flea-ridden little beast," Lavi mockstaged, then wincing as Linali's elbow connected with his stomach. "What?! It is! I've managed to keep him hidden from Panda so far, but if it tries again to kill Panda's herbs, I'm gonna go home and find we're gonna have Chow-Puppy for dinner one of these days."

"What's his name?" Allen asked, shaking his head in amusement, scritching it behind it's ears.

"Solovino," Lavi said, and before he was asked, he added: "Spanish for 'It came on it's own'. Hopefully it'll go away on it's own, too."

"Don't you hear him," Linali told the puppy, who seemed blissfully happy of all the attention, while Yuu seemed as if the sight of Linali and Allen plus puppy would make him physically ill. "You're adorable."

Lavi rolled his eye. "You're gonna have to take an anti-flies bath, both of you. You're gonna be riiiidden with 'em. C'mon, you've had enough contact with the disease-carrier, move along, move along."

Thankfully for him, the bell had rang to help him herd Impressionable Teenagers away from the Tragic Cuteness of a puppy before the nicknames for it had started.

As long as it remained mostly nameless and he kept calling it an it, he was totally okay.

Right?

... damn.