Help me defeat my semi-writer's block!

[fan_elune]

The first 15 people to comment on this post, with a fandom, character or pairing and prompt of some sort get to request a drabble from you. If they feel like it, and only if they feel like it, requesters can post this in their journal and write a drabble for you.

And I swear to you people, I will actually write these drabbles straight off. No pushing it back, no waiting months for them. (And by drabble I mean tiny little ficlet. I can't be bothered with word counts.)

The fandoms I'll write in:

1. Firefly
2. Buffy/Angel
3. Profit
4. A Knight's Tale
5. Queer As Folk (UK)
6. Doctor Who (2005 and 2006)
7. Shakespeare In Love
8. Alias
9. Lost
10. The Lord of the Rings
11. The Pirates of the Caribbean
12. Harry Potter
13. Highlander
14. Casanova (the RTD series)
15. Rent

And, like houses_on_fire said, "any [reasonable] crossovers of the above list."

Comments

[fan-elune.livejournal.com]

Jack was checking up on Aaron when he strode onto the beach.

A tricorn perched askew on long dreadlocks, tanned skin, clothes from another century, an ancient-looking pistol in one hand and a sword in another; from the way he walked, unsteady on his feet, Jack would have bet on either a sunstroke, or too much alcohol.

"I demand rum!" the man shouted on top of his voice.

Alcohol, then.

Jack handed Aaron back to Claire and stood up to go see the newcomer.

"Sure, dude," Hurley was telling him. "You a Dodgeball fan or something?"

The man peered at Hurley curiously.

"I mean the movie, not the sport. Steve the Pirate? Yaarrrr?"

The man took a step back, a grimace on his face. "I do not yarrr. I leave that to baser pirates. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

"You're who now?" Jack asked as he walked up to him.

The man puffed up his chest. "Captain Jack Sparrow." Off their blank looks, he added, "Surely you've heard of me. ...I sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot! Vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company!" And, with a fond grin, "It involved a nun's outfit."

"Dude, and I thought I had issues," Hurley muttered.

Captain Jack Sparrow stamped his foot down on the sandy ground. "It makes no matter! I'm still a pirate, and I seem to have misplaced my rum, and I am come to commandeer yours!" He looked at Jack, having clearly pinned him for the one to talk to. After a few seconds, Jack opened his mouth to answer when the pirate cut in with a wave of his hand, and thus of his sword. "I know, I know, nautical term, not to be used on alcohol, but we're not exactly in good society here, are we." That made him frown, and look around at the camp before leaning close to Jack to murmur. "...what kind of a society are we in exactly?"

"We survived a plane crash," Jack answered slowly.

"A plane crash..." Captain Sparrow repeated, and it was clear that the words meant nothing to him. "A plane crash, right, of course. Well. Do you have rum?"

"No."

"Right. I suppose I'll be on my way, then. My deepest thanks. For your cooperation in my search for rum."

Still frowning, and clearly thinking the lot of them absolute lunatics, Captain Sparrow strode back into the forest. Jack scratched at the back of his head, grimacing, and then sighed. "Well. Better go after him."

[houses7177.livejournal.com]

Heee! That is just *perfect*. I can so see this happening, all reactions of the various players, and Jack's perfectly reasonable demands. Poor guy, he never gets a break.

Thank you, this was just lovely! Hope it was fun to write.

[fan-elune.livejournal.com]

It was lots of fun. JJ knows it's a crossover that had been itching me ever since the discovery of the Black Rock. So, thanks for making me write it!

And god, it was so hard to refrain from adding anybody else but Hurley. I couldn't not use Hurley, but pretty much all of them wanted to have their own reaction to Captain Jack - that's the problem with an ensemble show such as Lost, isn't it. I'm glad you liked it!