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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!

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

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The bridal room was crowded with people -- the bridesmaids fidgeting with makeup and gowns, the photographer elbowing his way around snapping shots, the various helpers flitting from person to person.

And in one corner, the bride herself stood staring into a full-length mirror, not really focusing on the white-clad figure in the glass. If anyone had actually been paying attention -- and it seemed that nobody was -- the slightly glazed look on Elizabeth Patterson's face hardly seemed fitting for a woman on the happiest day of her life.

There was a light touch at her elbow, and with a start Elizabeth turned to find Dawn Enjo standing there, a deeply concerned look on her face. "Liz? You okay?"

Elizabeth took a deep breath and then nodded. "I . . . yes, of course. I'm just nervous, I guess."

Dawn nodded, a deeply skeptical look on her face. She glanced around the room for a long moment, making sure that nobody was paying them any mind. Then her grip on Elizabeth's elbow tightened and she leaned in closer. "Look. I just . . . I want to say . . ." Dawn seemed to be forcing the words out, as if some force were trying to keep her from speaking. "You don't . . . have to do this."

Elizabeth's expression grew more bewildered. "Don't . . ."

"Have to do this." Dawn repeated, her tone becoming urgent and hushed. "You don't have to. Just because your mother and your father want this . . . this tidy little life for you . . .you don't have to." D

awn took a deep breath and lowered her voice even further, so that Elizabeth had to bend closer to hear her. "Just because there's some . . . some kind of fate forcing you into this . . . you don't have to give in."

With a weary sigh -- as though merely getting the words out had been a huge struggle against some malicious force of nature -- Dawn released her grip on Elizabeth's elbow and stepped back slightly, her entire demeanor suddenly being replaced with a slightly vapid expression. Her hands went to her hair in a strangely robotic gesture, and her gaze turned to the mirror before them.

Elizabeth stared at her friend for a long moment. Shock at the words was mingled with a creeping sense of cold horror at the sudden change in Dawn's attitude . . . and with a sudden, growing sense of rebellion at whatever -- no, whoever -- had pushed her along to this moment.

Elizabeth turned abruptly on her heel, catching up her skirts in her clenched fists and kicking off the awkward, pinching pair of high heels. Neatly sidestepping around the photographer -- who still stood with camera raised, interrupted in the act of snapping a shot -- Elizabeth broke into a run and made a beeline out of the room and towards the front door.

Her family and friends turned their heads as she ran past them, but nobody moved to stop her -- too shocked, perhaps, at the sudden and uncharacteristic display of will. She shoved the slighty-ajar front door open with one shoulder, bolting down the sidewalk and away, away, away from that house and that awful, iron-clad future she had almost been trapped by. It didn't matter where she was going. All that mattered, in that moment, was that she was going -- under her own power, not pushed along by anyone else.

The satin skirt of her gown billowed around her; and as she ran, the long tulle veil streamed out behind her, looking for all the world like a pair of wings.

Anon requester here- YOU WIN THE INTERNETS!!!!

(I had such high hopes a day or two ago that Liz wanted to stop the wedding!)

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Uhh, so, just a quickie, kind of fourth-wall breaking, but it's what I want to see happen :P

Re: Uhh, so, just a quickie, kind of fourth-wall breaking, but it's what I want to see happen :P