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Avatar: the Last Airbender: 60,830
White Collar: 26,349
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There is some overlap between A:tLA and HP fic, because of the Hufflepuff Zuko crossover.


( Navel gazery )

Ganked from many people, but most recently, elrhiarhodan.

Ask me my Top Five Whatevers. Fannish or literary or otherwise. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! Fandoms, ice cream flavours, cartoon moments, women/men in my fandoms, OTPs, ideal holiday destinations, goals for the future, celebrity crushes, books I wish would be made into movies, love songs, anything else you might want to know. And I will answer them all in comments/in a new entry.

Author's Note: This fic is part of the Good People and Death Eaters universe, and I strongly advise you read the previous stories, "Blurring" and "Spectacles" first. The universe is a dystopian AU with slavery, but all of the stories within are gen or gennish het.

Disclaimer: In case you were wondering, JKR was never this horrible to everybody.

Summary: Harry faces the Dark Lord for the first time and learns the true price of failure.


( Mercies )

Along with running the whole show, I want to thank tj_teejay for posting each of these to whitecollarfic on the correct date, as my internet has been a little bit spotty.


( December 4th, Creepy Crawly Things: Alex and Mozzie - This really isn't her favorite part of the job. )

( December 10th, The Body: Sara and Neal- They find her sister. )

( December 20th, The Bright Lights: Moz and Neal - Everybody has some sort of holiday tradition. )

This morning, my step-grandfather, my grandmother's beloved husband for four years and dearest friend for twenty more, died of a cerebral hemorrhage caused by falling onto a tile floor.  Just recently, he fought off a benzodiazepine addiction, and was staying with his children for the holidays in Florida when he took a sleeping pill and woke up in the middle of the night for a drink of water.

Though he went into the hospital conscious, the Plavix in his blood prevented his body from being able to stop the bleeding, and prevented the doctors from being able to operate to relieve the swelling and save his life.  Unlike other anti-coagulants which can be reversed in an emergency, Plavix cannot.  The doctors were able to do nothing to save his life.  If you are on Plavix, please, please, please talk to your doctors about this risk and ask if you should consider switching to other medication.

Matt grew up in New York City to German immigrant parents in the 1930s.  He learned to box and joined the merchant marine, owned a restaurant and a marina, loved both his first wife and my grandmother for as long as he was able to have them, had three children and many grandchildren and step-grandchildren.  He nursed his first wife through the lung cancer that eventually took her life, and is one of the best people I have ever known.

He and my grandmother met when my grandmother moved into his neighborhood and became good friends.  My grandmother helped him get through his first wife's sickness and death and was a dear friend to both.  After his first wife's death, friendship turned to love, and they were married.  I have never seen my grandmother so happy.

My father's father died before I was born, and my mother's father and I have not been close for a long time.  Matt was my grandfather and my whole family misses him terribly.  Due to severe winter storms, my grandmother couldn't even fly out to be with him when he died.

Just this Thanksgiving, he carved the turkey and stole bits of food while we cooked.  Since the beginning of September, my cockatiel Nero, my mom's dog Liam, and my step-grandfather have all died sudden and surprising deaths.  This is the most stunning of all.  He had just fought his way out of a horrible addiction and was healthier than he had been in years.  It doesn't seem fair.  He was eighty-one years old.

RIP Matthew, 1930-2011

Written for the atlaland bingo, in which I won the Fire Nation 300 points. We won, but sadly, this is my last round, at least for a while.



( Wood: Safe Inside - Suki, Toph, and Sokka )

( Asymmetrical: Fingertips - Toph and Zuko )

( Pai Sho: Liar's Game -Toph and Iroh )

( Wartime: A Cup of Tea - Pai Sho: Liar's Game -Toph and Iroh )

( Spirit World: Watersblood - Yue and La )

( Air Ship: Flotsam on the Wind - Jet, Smellerbee, and Longshot )

( Tom-Tom: Uncle - Tom-Tom, OCs )

( Hubris: Quiet Please - Wan Shi Tong and Zhao )

( Alternate Universe: Bow Your Head - Iroh and Zuko )

( Greed: On his Children - Zuko and OCs )

( Ruination: She's Within - Zuko and Azula )

( Metal: Keeping Time - Sozin, Azulon, Zuko, Iroh, and OCs )

( Warrior Fans: The Wind's Birth - Ty Lee )

( Sword: Hew and Join - Ursa )

( Lightning: Family Resemblance - Aang and Zuko )

( Made in Earth Kingdom: Transfer of Property - Iroh and OCs )

( Latest Fashion: Avatar Horror Picture Show - Aang and Katara, but everybody gets a mention )

( Ice: Keeping Score - Sokka and Katara )

( Royalty: Lovely Girl - Ozai and Ursa )

( Air Nun: Bad News Goes Far - OCs )

( Library: Feathers and Fingers - Yue and Wan Shi Tong )

( Puppet: Tying the Strings - Kuei, Long Feng, and OCs )

( Death: More than Forgotten - OCs )

( Rebirth: Moonshadow - Tui and OCs )

Written for avatar_500 prompt #42, Music.

Summary: Azula is good at everything important.

Useful

Azula threw down the biwa in disgust.  It clattered against the floor of the music room and jolted Zuko out of his own playing.  The strings popped and burst free from their tethers as Azula shot to her feet, pelted the pick across the room.  It stuck in the wall and vibrated like a knife blade.  Zuko stared at it until it stopped moving.

"Please, Princess Azula," the music master smiled, tight lipped, voice too calm.  "Come sit down."

"No!"  She spun around in the doorway, the tendons in her arms popping like she as going to pull the walls down.  "I don't have to!  It's not going to make me a better firebender, or help me conquer the Earth Kingdom, or rule the Fire Nation, or... anything!"

The pounding of her feet grew quieter and quieter, and Zuko just eyed the music master and waited to be noticed again.

Azula didn't give up.  She never gave up.  And she was always good at everything.  All the sour notes- She just didn't care.

"Prince Zuko."

Zuko picked up his tsungi horn, then put it down.

Of course it was useless.  He was good at it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar: the Last Airbender, I would have somehow found a way to be even meaner to Zuko. I guess it's a good thing I don't own it.

Summary: The problem with Zuko's exile is that every ocean has become enemy waters for a Fire Nation Prince, and when his ship is captured by the Northern Water Tribe, he has nowhere to turn for help.

Warning: captivity, major character death, bullying the powerless, humiliation.

Author's Note: Written for fanficforensics who won my entry in the help_japan charity auction. Which means I started this seven months ago. Yeah, I know. Anyway, thank you for your generosity to a worthy cause,fanficforensics!


This takes place several years before the drabble, "Releasing It".



( Holding This Breath )

Written for avatar_500 prompt #40, Give. Meant as a companion to my drabble Shadows on the Floor.

Summary: Mai can see it happen.

Stand Beside the World

Mai knew the day she was betrothed to Zuko that she would one day have to stand beside him in front of the world, and the morning she saw him again in Ba Sing Se, she knew it would be worth it. Sometimes, watching Azula play her power games, and Zuko bristle and let her made a fist clench and then unclench inside her, and hoped, a little furious with herself, that when it came time for Azula to take power, Zuko would just bristle and let her. Then she could stand a few steps behind Azula at Zuko's side, instead of at Zuko's side in front of the world.

He should just give way. Azula was unstoppable anyway, and if he just gave up, she could still have him when it was over. They could make their lives in the in between places of the palace, and in the cracks of the world.

Their love flourished in code, in words whose meanings changed shape when they spoke them, in masks they only took off with each other, together, alone. They touched, and Mai wanted to give him everything.

When Zuko left, the world gave way beneath her. She tried to piece it together in that prison chamber, so she could leave him there, but there was something hatefully like hope in his face when he talked about the Fire Nation, and there was that restless, relentless conviction that if he threw himself against anything long enough, it would give.

Disclaimer: If I owned White Collar, there wouldn't be any Nazi treasure.

Summary: Moz worries that Neal's changing.  Episode tag for episode 1.7, Free Fall.

Author's Note: I wrote this for tjs_whatnot, as part of the collarcorner fic exchange.  They wanted Moz.  I hope he's not too much of a high strung little drama fiend.


( Jewel in the Dust )