Ten-Request Meme

[persephone_kore]

Snagged from labellementeuse

The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (or ficlet, if I feel like it) on a subject/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal (not that I'd enforce it if I could, but that's how it supposedly goes). Post all fandoms you're willing to write(/draw) for.

Fandoms:
X-Men (and satellites) (may include X-Project)
Harry Potter
Young Wizards
Neopets
Abhorsen (warning: I don't have the books with me)
Star Wars (warning: limited knowledge of EU and obscure movie details)
Enchanted Forest Chronicles
Winnie the Pooh
Vor (...maybe?)
write-ins may be considered, especially since I suspect I'm forgetting something

Special Rules: If I'm not able or willing to do your request in good faith due to cluelessness, differences in interpretation, or sheer defeat (such as discovering I can't do a decent Miles-voice; I have no idea), I will ask if you want something else or reinterpret wildly. Though I suppose I could probably do a hundred words of almost anything; whether they'd be any good or just embarrass us both is another question.

Edit: First ten people to comment requesting a ficlet! There are considerably more comments than requests, as I've filled the first few in the comments and some people have responded further. I'm currently at 6 requests, 6 completed. (Maybe I should give them their own posts?)

Comments

[sprite6.livejournal.com]

Ooo, drabbles! HP for me, please, any character or pairing you choose. The prompt is "phoenix."

[persephone-kore.livejournal.com]

There was a soft trill and a feathery-hot weight on her chest. Helga felt energy returning to her body before her mind caught up to where she was and what had happened.

She was lying on her back in watery mud, and she felt bruised all over. She remembered their foe falling, screaming, after Salazar had stripped out the spells that had protected him from his own fouler workings.

Even Salazar had looked a little green, between when the screaming started and when the shockwave had knocked them all over.

Something pricked the skin over her heart. Helga pried her sticky eyes open and looked up into the fiery face of the enormous bird sitting on her chest.

It peered down at her, opened its beak wide, and sang.

She caught her breath and offered it her arm. It regarded her muddy sleeve until her cheeks went hot, then stepped over, still far too lightly for its size, as if it were made of flame instead of flesh.

Helga braced herself squelchily with her other hand and struggled up to sit, blinking through hair that had come loose and straggled across her face. She was tempted to wipe her eyes, but looked at the mud on her hand and thought better of it.

"I would offer you a fairer perch, handsome bird, were we at my home," she said. "If it please you, though, I welcome your company while I seek my friends."

It closed its bright eye and turned its head to show her the other still open. It had winked at her.

Helga laughed in delight, suddenly feeling that everything -- everyone -- would be all right.