But first, I want to take a moment to thank (and thank deeply) my super-excellent pinch-hitters for the exchange. Who didn't just write the fic they were assigned, but picked up slack elsewhere too.
AND A SPECIAL NOTE: if you repost your fic and would like me to link to THAT posting from here, then just let me know in the comments and I will do so. Also, if you'd like to provide any additional header information for your listing in this post, I'll put that in too.
So, the last fics submitted have officially been posted.
I invite everyone, once again, to try to leave comments on the fic that they've read and most ESPECIALLY to leave a comment on the fic that was for you.
The post with a full index, the reveals of the authors, and other fun stats about the exchange will go up this weekend.
Mai is very small, and her mother tells her that she will make a new friend. This friend will be the most important friend she will ever make, and Mai must be good and quiet and do whatever she is told. The walls of the palace loom, and Mai girds herself for an unpleasant task. ( Collapse )
"Is this really necessary?" Mai deadpanned, and shifted closer to Zuko so that she could use his shoulder as a cushion for her head. Her voice was soft and hollow in the vastness of the throne room. ( Collapse )
Zuko wouldn't call the feeling entrapment; not after living through the months after the fall of Ba Sing Se under Azula's psychopathic thumb. That was almost as bad imprisonment, and this entrapment came out of obligation – to his people and to the people his people had spent the last hundred years rolling up, over and setting on fire. Obligation to his body, to sleep at least four hours a night – and even then, twenty-hour days wore him thin. ( Collapse )
For Zuko and Mai, love is constant bickering and awkwardness, a steady drone of her hundred thousand complaints from morning to night, and because she never complains about him, he tries, always, to please her. ( Collapse )
The day dawned chill and crisp, and Mai shrugged her way out from under her sheets half-heartedly, awake in the weak winter sunlight of her bedroom. It was still twenty minutes before the alarm went off. The house was silent - her mother and brother were asleep and her father had left for the office hours ago. ( Collapse )
Zuko looked into the opened wardrobe doors and frowned. Nothing would ever endear the sight of the Fire Lord robes - any version - to him. They were heavy and stiff, and above all unbelievably hot. He was cranky just thinking about his impending detainment in the hot midday blaze. The robes always doubled the effect of the sun, which made him sleepy, and he'd written a really nice speech. ("If you forget what you're going to say next," Aang had told him, " finish the sentence and stare really seriously out at the crowds. They'll think whatever you just said was really important while you try to remember.") ( Collapse )