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The first five people to comment on this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing in either the Harry Potter, Avatar: the Last Airbender, or White Collar Fandoms, except Ty Zula. However, if you request in one of my established AUs, please keep to the parings in that universe. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (sketch and drawble memes can be substituted for writing memes, though!)

If you want to play the meme but NOT repost and play on your own LJ, you can absolutely still make a request, but please make a note to that effect in your comment so that I can prioritize/encourage the folks playing along at home. And you know, request fics on their memes XD.

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lavanyasix - Avatar: the Last Airbender: Firebender Suki verse, Ty Lee after the War

floranna - Avatar: the Last Airbender/Harry Potter crossover: Hufflepuff Zuko, Over the Summer

selonbrody - Harry Potter: Good People and Deatheaters, Pilfer

coffeethyme4me - White Collar: Peter Catches Neal Drawing Him Nude

thetammyjo - White Collar: Neal is Sara's slave (00316618525)

Bonus for latecomer

grandiose666 - Avatar: the Last Airbender/Harry Potter crossover: Hufflepuff Zuko, Failko

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Ty Lee, as a post-war Kyoshi Warrior, in your 'Firebender Suki' AU.

For once, she isn't an airbender. It's a miracle.

~*~

There are three benders, and now four nonbenders among them. Ty Lee said the benders' names to herself every night in prison, waiting for the day the war would end, and she would get to meet them. The girls in the tower with her whispered the names of their friends, and she whispered back the story of their escape from the Boiling Rock.

She pulls the fabric of her uniform smooth and remembers taking down five of their seven with Mai and Azula. It's almost like it stings. She has a shiny, scarred over burn mark where Ying got her when she didn't dodge fast enough. She touches it sometimes and thinks about who her enemies are. The makeup and the clothes feel different this time around, like they're seeping into her, and she's glad.

Sometimes, wearing that uniform feels like being back home with her sisters, but usually it feels like being back at the Royal Fire Nation Academy for Girls, either way she's invisible. When she holds the fans and wields them with the others, she feels like she's at the circus instead. She's still invisible, but the Kyoshi Warriors can see the invisible.

She tries hard not to think about Azula, and the hospital cell she's trapped within, but sometimes, she remembers the way Azula always needed to be the best, the way she couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't think unless she was. On the days she feels that way, she doesn't train. She walks in the mountains, by herself, or with one of the village boys, or with Ying, if she can get away. Ty Lee can always get away. Sometimes, she thinks Suki knows why.

Peter catches Neal drawing a nude of him.

I'd love more "White Collar" slave fiction where Neal is a slave -- he's just too hot to not be one... hehehe. Peter or El, I don't care really, could even be Mozzie. I just want Neal enslaved.

Something with James in the 'Blurring' verse.

Meant to say something with James and Harry.

Atla/HP crossover, Zuko.

Hi, I'm not a writer/artist, just a moocher, so not reposting, but I'd like to request more Hufflepuff Zuko (*such* a fan of this verse!) like maybe when he's 13-15ish and awkward around girls and his parentage and parselmouth ability are known...or anything really.

whoops, when i started writing this the other request wasn't there. so, seconded! 'puff Zuko being adorkable.

I like to think of this as pre-slash...

~*~

The sketchbook flipped closed so fast the pages buzzed, which was what really made Peter realize what he had seen.

"Peter," Neal had a way of smiling, the "pay no attention to the man behind the curtain" smile, the pay no attention to the nude portrait halfway finished in the middle of the sketch pad that had just been opened to it a second ago smile. Pay attention to the smile, is this the smile of a man who would tell a lie.

Yes. Yes it was. "Is that-"

Neal's smile froze almost to fast to see before it went lopsided. "Just a little practice."

"A little, Neal, that's um, ah..."

"Excellent? Inspired? Why thank you, Peter."

"I was going to say very imaginative." He retorted voice clipped.

"Please. People have been drawing nudes since before we moved out of the caves." Neal buried the sketchbook under the Sunday paper and a stack of files. "It's no big deal."

Peter doubted prehistoric people had ever drawn anyone who could have put them in prison naked on cave walls. In the picture, his face had been in profile, the lines quick and almost abrupt, and it was strange, seeing Neal, even for a second, before he shut the sketchbook, drawing him. Seeing his charcoal following the lines of his face, made him bring his hand up to touch his his nose and cheek to wipe away the almost visceral feel of Neal's charcoal.

It felt like he could feel Neal's hand prints all over his body.

Neal smiled again, his you didn't look closely enough to realize I was drawing you, and if you did, we can both pretend you didn't smile. His I'm giving you an out, please give me one smile. It was Neal's mortified smile. His skin was pale with the effort of keeping himself from blushing.

And Peter just snorted and let him have his out. What choice did he have?

OMG, this RULES!!! The way you psychoanalyze the smile! And then "...he could feel Neal's hand prints all over his body." GUH!! I love how you portrayed all of Neal's emotions and tactics through Peter's POV. And maybe I should have specified, but I *wanted* pre-slash, so this was just perfect! THANK YOU.

I figured. I got to then end and realized all I'd managed to write was the two of them going "oh crap" at each other, and kind of felt bad for not getting them any further. I'm glad you like it!

No, don't feel bad!! "Oh, crap!" is such a delicious place to put them! It's grade A UST. :-D :-D

The lines quoted is the opening of Shakespeare's Richard III.

~*~

His button up Muggle shirt pinched, and it was covered in soot, but it would be dark inside, and nobody would notice. Uncle Iroh caught them each, one at a time as they fell out of the floo, wiping dirty faces and disappearing ash off clothes. When it was his turn, Zuko batted him away. "I'm fine, Uncle."

Iroh just flicked his wand, tucking in Zuko's shirt and smoothing his trouser pockets. "Now you are fine."

Azula looked down her nose when Iroh came close. There was a streak of soot running down one cheek, and another from her elbow to her knuckles. She snatched the cloth out of his hands, and turned around to wipe it away, as if she could pretend, if nobody watched her do it, that she had stepped out of the grate looking perfect.

"Everyone have their tickets?" Iroh asked, when Azula handed back the washcloth. They held them up to show him. Aunt Wu said he had spent almost all of May playing with the new computer, and buying the tickets online. Yue said that one of the boys in her year kept going on about how computers were a sinister plot by the Muggles to sap away the vitality of Wizarding culture, and he hadn't shut up until Toph hit him with a spit ball.

There were only eleven of them left, Jin, Song, Haru, Teo, Jet, Yue, Hahn, Hide, and On Ji. And Zuko and Azula. They lined up in a row, and Uncle Iroh counted them and their tickets off before walking in front of them like a mother duck on a pond. The bandage over his eye was stiff and caked with the goo he had to smeer on the burn every morning, and he hung back at the end of the queue. Iroh held Azula's hand and made her walk next to him. He had told everybody at Hogwarts that he had used the charm on himself, and they had believed him, but Uncle Iroh didn't, and he didn't believe it when he said he'd cursed it so that it couldn't be healed magically trying to heal it himself. So Azula had to walk in the front, where he could keep an eye on her, and he wasn't letting her do anything anymore.

She was just going to get him back when they got back to Hogwarts.

The theater didn't look like much, and Zuko remembered looking at it when he was little, coming there the first time, thinking, This is what they had to spend all that time on the train and come into London for? What interesting thing could Muggles possibly do there that the Ministry wanted them to learn about so badly?

The usher took his ticket and tore it, waving him inside the gloomy, dusty chamber after the rest. Jet traded seats with Jin so that he didn't have to sit next to Zuko, and Teo got the end seat, his chair in the isle of Zuko's other side, right where Zuko wanted to be, as far from Azula as possible.

It didn't matter. Iroh had let him pick out the play this time.

The audience filed in slowly, and Zuko wanted to yell at the to hurry up for the show to begin. Song and Yue were playing some kind of game with their hands next to him, and he wanted to yell at them to stop. They always did things like that when they went to the theater. They just didn't get it.

When the lights finally dimmed, he stopped being able to breathe, and when the curtain rose and the stage lights blazed to life, he swallowed, and swallowed, trying to unstick his throat. A rush of air filled his lungs. The Duke of Gloucester walked out onto the stage. "Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York, and all the clouds that lour'd upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried..."

Someday, he wanted to write plays like that, even if nobody could anymore.

Edited 2011-08-13 20:09 (UTC)

In case you're wondering, Mai's last name is Nott. Her parents aren't so nice that way.

~*~

After class, the Potions dungeon emptied quickly. Aang Aeolis ran out so fast he tripped over the threshold, and had to scramble around, collecting the disorganized odds and ends that fell out of his knapsack. Zuko didn't blame him. He'd never liked Potions, every time he looked up, he saw something dead in a jar sitting on a shelf. But Mai liked Potions, so... um.

He sidled over to her, keeping the unscarred side of his face (the good side of his face) toward her while she corked her bottles of salamander blood and bubotuber pus, and wrapping up packets of sneezewort, wormwood and dead spiders. She tucked them each carefully into a stiff sided case, full of pockets and straps. Ty Lee showed it off for her when her parents gave it to her. "Hey, Mai."

"Hello, Zuko," she answered tonelessly.

He couldn't look at her. "I was, um, kind of wondering, well, uh..."

She curled in on herself defensively. "Spit it out."

Zuko kind of thought he might be sick, but he tried to keep his voice casual and maybe she wouldn't realize how much he wanted this. "WouldyouliketogotoHogsmeadewithme?" He didn't think he had succeeded.

She stared, silent for a few seconds. "What?"

"You heard me!" he snapped back. This was so stupid. He never should have asked her. Why on earth would she want to go out with Azula's idiot brother, You-Know-Who's kid?

"Fine."

"Really?" he blinked. "Great!"

"Don't make a big deal out of it," she said awkwardly, but she looked happy. With Mai, it was hard to tell.

It was actually really hard to come up with something for this. I'm in the process of writing more stories in the universe, so I didn't want to cover something that was going to be in one of those. So, into every incredibly dark AU, a little sunlight must fall.

~*~

Drizzle beaded up on the window panes and slid down to collect on the trim. The sky was steely grey, and Harry kept his eyes fixed to it like magnets.

"He'll be home tomorrow," James told him dryly.

Harry scowled. "I know." It wasn't that.

Every year, school ended, and his dad came home. Harry didn't have to get up so early to see him before he left. He didn't have to sit home alone with James popping in at all the wrong times to check on him. It was always nice.

It was the last day he was ever going to wait like that. In September, he was going to school too.

James put a hand on his shoulder. "Tell you what, why don't I get a picnic basket together, and we'll eat lunch in the gazebo?"

Like when he was little. "I'm not five anymore."

James nodded seriously. "Which is why we won't be taking your toy dinosaurs."

Harry shook his head. He didn't want to spend the last day he got to spend alone stuck with James.

"Well, that's a shame," James said, reaching inside his pocket and waggling his finger. "Because I don't think your father wants you playing with this inside the house."

The snitch gleamed in the yellow light, it's spindly wings beating against James's clasped fingers. Harry grinned. "Where did you get that?"

"Nicked it from the school set." He pinched it between two fingers and twisted it around before passing it deftly to Harry. "I'll show you where they keep them this September."

It felt warm to the touch, warm and alive. The the stiff wings buzzed in the air. "Cool."

James poked his arm, smirking. "If we break anything, I'm blaming it on you."

Harry snickered, and let the snitch go.

hahaha omgyay failko ftw!
thanks for writing even more hufflepuff zuko, loved both of them!
heh, may nott....

He's just such a cutie.

*snerk* poor Mai Nott.

Your story is coming, but it's turning out to be a little longer than a commentfic.

*sweet*

Just let me know when it fully forms. I'm looking forward to reading it.

How on earth I haven't commeted this?!!!!!

The image of the theatergeek!Zuko is just so goddamn sweet it actually rots my teeth. And the detail about Jet, Song and Jin is just... Ahh.

You know, I kinda invented in mhy mind how Ozai could be in this verse. Eldest son oof Voldie before he became a danger, and afterwards Ozai kept himself underground and is now paying attention to his younger siblings. Or whatever you have thought. ^^'

I think I'm going to have him just be Iroh's squib little brother, who he tried to get help run the orphanage, until he realized the guy was nuts. If he ever ends up in the story at all.

So glad you liked it! This verse is plotless, silly fun.

Well you know me, always for the drama and angst... Xb

We are two of a kind, there, XD

I'm still working on this fic (it's being very stubborn about being written, and also wants to be about 30,000 words) but I wrote this a couple months ago for a prompt fest, and I just got around to posting it here, and I thought it might interest you. I thought of you and your prompt while I wrote it: http://attackfish.livejournal.com/116722.html#cutid7

I checked it out, intriguing. Is your longer story sent in the same universe as the ficlet?

No it isn't. It's set in a wild little scifi verse where after years of successfully impersonating a free man, Neal is arrested and discovered to be an escaped slave and Sara buys him to try to coerce the whereabouts of the Raphael out of him. Because I couldn't do anything the easy way and had to write a novella with an actual plot.

*smile*

Part One on dreamwidth: http://attackfish.dreamwidth.org/190617.html

And the tag: http://attackfish.dreamwidth.org/tag/00316618525

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