Ask Me To Write You Stuff!

[beckyh2112]

It is time to balance my meme karma, since I've been abusing both suzukiblu and banditjoeykuba's awesomeness lately.

So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their permission, so you'll have to get their permission first and have them communicate it to me.)

Restrictions:
- Three requests per person, unless I tell you you can ask for more
- If you ask for "So-and-so is awesome", I am putting my iPod on shuffle and writing to whatever song comes up first

Meme is closed.

Comments

[dark-puck.livejournal.com]

Eeeee! Well, you've got standing permission to use my people as needed. ^.^

1) Normalverse Song Feng - Long Feng does the unimaginable and arrives on Song's doorstep to court her. Bonus points if she's still got his jacket.

2) Feral airbenders. Jae Hwa and Longshot at each other's throats until Migao and Tikaani intervene. Aang headwalls a few times.

3) Vampatar. Teo's gone missing and they need to find him. Zuko vs Katarawoof, go!

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

A man steps into her clinic, and Song glances up to see what he needs her for- And the cup of willowbark tea drops from her nerveless fingers.

The Director of the Dai Li is here.

He does not wear his minister's robes, but traveler's clothes of tunic and pants. They are finely made, though, she notes, tastefully elegant and wealthy. They would attract trouble, especially for a man alone.

She pities whoever thinks he is an easy mark.

The Director stands in the doorway of her clinic, and she cannot take her eyes away from his. There is an intensity there, and it almost hurts to be the focus of it.

He did not come all this way to kill me, she knows with an utter certainty. His pride is great, but she kept everything that happened between them secret.

"Song," he says and smiles. "I am Long Feng."

And then he is gone.

***

She goes home that afternoon to find her mother in a tizzy. It takes three cups of tea for Song to calm her, and then her mother thrusts a letter at her.

"A noble from Ba Sing Se came by earlier! He wants to marry you!"

[wingus.livejournal.com]

Pee-Dee and Springer crackfluff? Maybe spawned from training?

Pee-Dee and Springer Crackfluff

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"Springer's Angels!" Pee-Dee declares when she gets a look at the new Wreckers roster.

Everyone else stares at her. She smiles sweetly at them with sawblade teeth.

***

"Springer's Angels?" Springer asks her later, while she's beating on his head with her detached arm.

"It's a pastiche," she tells him, then woops as he tosses her into a wall. She comes up her wheels cracked off, and she hastily reattaches her arm while he charges.

She ducks his punch and adds, "Of Charlie's Angels."

"No idea what you're talking about."

"I could show you when we get to Earth." She hits him as hard as she can, and her shoulder shrieks and breaks under the strain, but he goes stumbling back with his own chestplate cracked.

"Ow! Fraggit, Pee-Dee, we're just sparring!"

She flutters her optic-lights on and off at him. "Sorry. I forget you Cybertronians are all delicate."

Springer makes a rude gesture at her.

[dresstokill.livejournal.com]

Long Feng/anyone female. Any rating, but plus points for smut!

Song Feng, Baby!

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

I possibly over-researched this!

---

Her husband lies on the slab of rock, naked, and eyes lightly closed. Not fully closed, she sees, as she catches his dark green eyes watching her from underneath his lashes.

"I've done acupuncture all my life," Song reminds him.

"I have avoided people stabbing me with sharp tools all of mine," Long Feng responds, and she reaches out to touch one of the knife-scars on his chest.

"Trust me," she says as she picks up the first needle.

"It's difficult."

She smiles sadly, because she has never done him harm save for when they first met. But she understands, and her touch is gentle as she wraps her other hand around his wrist and drives the needle into one of his acupuncture points.

Song has many needles, and her husband has more patience. She works carefully and neatly, altering the flow of Qi and Blood in him to bring him back to something like a healthy balance.

She wonders how many others of the Dai Li live in pain because they do not trust.

"It's all right," she says as she finishes filling the last point on the twelfth meridian. There are eight more meridians she could fill, but he already bristles with needles.

He gives her a dubious look. "It does hurt less," he allows.

Song smiles, and she still has a handful of needles left. She selects one, and her husband does trust her more than he thinks, because his breath hitches as she trails the needletip over his hip and through the maze of needles.

"Don't move," she advises.

"Song," he growls, warning and desire both, and the slab of rock ripples as he flexes his earthbending.

"Long Feng." She weaves the needletip up across his chest, circling each nipple, swirling over his scars and muscles. He was a master earthbender, and she treasured that she was one of the few who ever got to see under his minister's robes.

This is having quite an effect on him, and her eyes flash with mischief as she drives the needle into an acupuncture point along one of the extraordinary meridians. Then she turns her attention lower, arching so her body wouldn't press against the needles, and kisses the tip of him.

"Don't- move," she breathes.

He groans, and her nipples tighten. She knows he'll find a way to pay her in kind for this treatment.

He always does.

She kisses him down the shaft and back up, and the stone in the walls flow like rivers. She wraps her lips around him, and the latticework blooms on the floor before sinking under. She works her mouth and tongue, and craters and spikes explode from the walls and floor.

Long Feng does not move.

Song lifts her head up and licks her lips, and Long Feng bites his lip like he's dying.

She thinks he has never looked more handsome.

She is entirely too dressed for this, and her hanbok falls to the floor with a few simple tugs. Her nipples are hard, and she reaches up to touch her breasts as her husband's eyes slide towards her.

She cups her breasts, strokes them, traces fingertips over them, gasps softly at the lines of sensation left there even after her hands move on.

The floor cracks under her feet.

"Tease."

Song smiles at him, hands sliding down her sides, and his hands clench into fists, and the walls close in.

Her hands slide between her thighs, and he almost- almost - moves.

Song pulls her hands away without touching herself, and that is almost as much torment as he must be going through. Instead, she plucks up two more needles and slides them into a pair of points on the extraordinary meridians.

Long Feng curses her like he's a low-born waif rather than the highest of the Earth King's ministers.

"This is a medical treatment," she reminds him sunnily.

"If you take these needles out, we can finish what you started," he offers, and the stone under her feet ripples.

"I'm not done yet."

Stone fingers slide up her calves. "Then finish."

[the-flowergirl.livejournal.com]

Can I ask for the same claims as suzukiblu?

Tokka (drunk or otherwise)-The Game
Zucest- Winning
Kataang- Softly

Any rating is fine. Smut on all of them is a plus!

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"I just lost the game," Sokka announces, head coming up from where it had been quite comfortably nuzzling Toph's thigh.

Toph punches him in the head. "Idiot. We're not playing a game."

"You're not playing a game." Sokka turns his attention back to her, so Toph doesn't have to hit him again. "I, however, am playing an ancient, traditional Water Tribe game. Which involves forgetting you're playing the game. So if you remember, you've lost the game and you have to tell everyone around you."

It must be because he grew up in all that ice, but Sokka is clearly deeply crazy.

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

Azula and Long Feng, after the war. Not romantic.

I'm really racking up karma points, but I don't think people would respond if I hopped on the band wagon.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

I would respond! Because I am a slattern that way.

---

There is a man. In green, a deep green that's almost black, like a pool in the depths of the forest where no sunlight ever goes. Like jade cut in the shape of minister's robes.

There is a man, and he is stone. Hard, sharp stone that would cut her flesh to hold, and she grabs him anyway, and he smiles like a piece of elfshot.

"Hello, princess." His words are flint-chips, and his jade robes have not yet made her bleed.

"I'm told you aren't well," he goes on, and the words are pretty but there is an edge to them. Arrowheads, old arrowheads found in stone ruins, made by a people who didn't worship the sun but the secrets under the mountains.

"I'm sorry to hear that," and his words are bright, golden, and glittery and do not weigh as gold should.

She finds her own words, bright little darts of white fire that sear her tongue to speak. "You're a liar."

"Yes," he agrees, and it's jade, it's truth.

Every spark of her being pulses with hate, and there is fire at her fingertips, and stone at his.

[kataraskywalker.livejournal.com]

Suki/Zuko ( saw an icon of them kissing & now I'm hooke XD)- Hot & angsty
Iroh/Jun - Hot & angsty as well
Meng/Aang- Fluff because the girl needs some love

Suki/Zuko

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

One of the fundamental differences between Sokka and Zuko is Sokka gets up in the morning and goes "Aaaaaarghellllfuckit," and Zuko gets up in the morning and goes "Arise, my lady of the fan! Today we conquer!".

Except Suki has never actually heard either of them say that. It's the gist, however.

"You don't have to get up," Zuko says softly.

"Yes, I do." Sleeping in was what she did with Sokka. Enjoying the warmth of his arms, the warmth of their bed. Watching the sun rise through the window until it was overhead. Lazy and indulgent, until she realized how long into the night those blue eyes let Sokka work.

With Zuko, she rises at the dawn and settles with the sun. Not to sleep, usually, but there is little work done after the fireflies come out and the lamps are lit.

Zuko is already up. With Sokka, Suki would have looked forward to her first attempt getting out of bed being thwarted by kisses up her arm and across her breasts.

It's not fair of her to continue comparing Zuko to Sokka. At least she'll be able to go home to her husband when this is over.

Zuko will never get to hold Mai in his arms again.

Three years ago, Lady Mai and her unborn child were given to the flames as befit Fire Nation nobility. Zuko changed his reds for white.

But the Fire Nation needs an heir, and Suki has brought three children into the world alive already. She's willing to do this, and the daimyos have to accept her because she is one of the Avatar's companions.

"Zuko," she calls softly, fingers twining through the fine sheets of the Firelord's bed. "Come back to bed."

"I have work to do. Osamu and Torao are collaborating again, you have no idea how much of a danger it is when those two work together rather than against each other-"

Suki keeps her fans in easy reach, and she unfolds one with a flick of her wrist, giving herself a hint of modesty as she sits up. "Zuko," she says again, and he turns to look at her.

His eyes widen and there's a sharp intake of breath.

She smiles and tilts her fan forward, exposing more of her skin to the sun rising through the windows.

Zuko comes back to bed.

[gigabomb.livejournal.com]

Hi. Random stalker who only recently added you to my flist, but this one was too good to pass up, so...


Evil Water Tribe-verse: Ozai & Lu Ten in the immediate aftermath of a battle

Evil Water Tribe-verse: The Fire Nation royal family at one of the(presumably rare) times when everyone is actually present (eating dinner, maybe?)

Canon: Long Feng & Hyo trying to put things back together in Ba Sing Se after the war

LaS: Ozai and Lu Ten

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Actually, don't I know you from monoshiri's journal?

---

Blue fire crackled and fed on flesh, filling the air with a disturbingly tasty smell. Lu Ten slashed his hand and extinguished the fires before they put him off meat entirely.

The Water Tribesmen had expected to face a master firebender. They hadn't expected to face the Crown Prince and the Dragon of the West. The fight had been quick and ugly, and Lu Ten had spent most of his concentration on the trio of waterbending masters now smoking at his feet.

He couldn't hear Ketu or his bison, but that meant nothing. The rogue airbender knew how to steal men's breath, and he had no more love for the Water Tribes than the Fire Nation did.

Lu Ten turned to look at the carnage behind him. More than half a dozen Water Tribesmen laid in various stages of 'broken' on the road, and Ozai's hands were bloody to the wrist. A lucky cut to his scalp dripped blood into his eyes, and mad golden eyes searched his face.

"It's all right," Lu Ten said softly. "They're all dead. We killed them."

He was supposed to smile. Dad always said he should smile when Ozai had done something good, because his uncle read faces far too well. But he was tired and cold, and he didn't know how he kept doing this.

"You can calm down," he said, moving slowly towards his uncle. He could have moved fast, he could have ordered Ozai to calm down, and he'd reinforce all the habits Grandfather Azulon had broken Ozai to obey.

Ozai's eyes half-closed, and Lu Ten took him by the hands. The blood felt mostly dried, at least, and he'd had worse things covering his hands. His uncle took a shuddering breath, and his eyes slid all the way closed.

"Lu Ten," he murmured. "You should have let me take the waterbenders. We can't afford to lose you."

Lu Ten hated his grandfather. "No, we can't afford to lose you. There are two spare heirs to the throne, thanks to you and Ursa, but there's only one Dragon of the West. Don't you ever think that again."

Ozai's hands clenched in his, and his uncle nodded sharply.

Shame flooded Lu Ten. He'd given Ozai an order. His uncle, who had been broken to obey orders from men in red. His uncle, who wouldn't think that again.

Because Lu Ten had commanded him not to.

"It's going to be all right," he said softly and stepped close to wrap his arms around Ozai. At the human contact and firebender warmth, Ozai melted against him, pressing close. Not shaking, never shaking, but taking all of what Lu Ten could give him.

Ursa should never have died, Lu Ten thought as he held onto his uncle to give Ozai just a bit more stability. She was so good for him. She made him human.

But if wishes were fishes, they'd all cast nets. Lu Ten had to deal with the world as it was, and the world as it was had no Ursa, and it had Ozai so mad out of his head he couldn't take care of his own children.

Dad could take care of Zuko and Azula. Lu Ten would take care of Ozai.

[charles-rb.livejournal.com]

1) TF Animated, Mix and Scrapper go to Saudi Arabia.

2) TF Animated, Slo-Mo/Nanosec.

3) TF Deadzone, as many Leader villains as you want trying to one-up - "Well WE had it so tough..."

Mix and Scrapper

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Detroit was getting a little too exciting, what with the island of crazy dino-robots and the Autobots who liked to pop over from Cybertron. So Mix hauled Scrapper onto a boat, and they got outta there.

Mix didn't pay attention to little details like where the boat was going, so the ride went on a lot longer than he expected. Then they found themselves on a concrete pier in the brightest damn city Mix had ever seen. Hottest, too - heat waves rose from the ground everywhere he looked.

"Huh." Scrapper wasn't much of a conversationalist, but he summed up Mix's feelings about the place pretty good.

"Let's get back on the boat," Mix decided.

"Hey," Scrapper said suddenly, rising up on the ends of his feet. "You smell that?"

"... Smells like oil. A lot of oil."

They shared a grin and wandered off to investigate. Hey, this place at least beat Detroit. No one had tried to shoot at them yet.

*purr purr purr purr purr*

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

1) Silverbolt/Motormaster, that AU you were talking about on childofatlantis's journal with Silverbolt being a lust-vampire and Moto determinedly and repeatedly almost dying from it.

2) Silverbolt/Motormaster, something non-angsty with them being (or becoming) fairly comfortable together. Preferably involving a situation that throws them both for a bit of a loop. *can see Silverbolt relaxing a bit with the revelation that Moto's as fallible/imperfect/vulnerable to confusion and the like as he is*

3) Starscream/Thundercracker/Skywarp just . . . being themselves. Bonus points for intimacy.

Re: *purr purr purr purr purr*

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Transformers: Animated or the rpg Transformers: Deadzone only, please.

[air_n_darkness]

All Deadzone related, because hey, I'm a fangirl.

Misfire and Fleetwind, perhaps dancing...bonus points for fluffiness

Scourge/Ultra Magnus with Shockwave watching. Does not have to be smut. You get a +20 dark side points if it though. ;)

Anything Slingshot and First Aid. Because I miss that interaction.

Deadzone: Slingshot and First Aid

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

"Hello, Slingshot."

"You need anything?"

"No, I'm all right."

***

"Hey."

"Good morning, Slingshot."

"You need anything?"

"If you could carry these supplies to the ship, I'd appreciate it."

"Sure."

***

"Hey."

"Would you like a cube, Slingshot?"

"Sure. You need anything?"

"I... don't think so."

"Thanks for the cube."

"You're welcome. Um. We're leaving tomorrow."

"Yeah."

"Are you still rooming with Skyblast and Oracle?"

"Think so."

"... That's good."

***

"Hey."

"Hello, Slingshot."

"You need- Mmph!"

"Yes. That."

[kalaryx.livejournal.com]

TFA (I wish I could ask you for Avatar for some variation but I've not got the first disk yet!) - Prowl & or / Optimus - Prompt: Clear blue skies.

Ani: Prowl and Optimus Prime

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Be at peace, his old master said. In peace, one can find one's center and never lose it.

Prowl thought the most peaceful color in the world was blue. He was not surprised to see how it decorated Optimus.

On Earth, there was more blue than he could imagine. More colors than he had ever seen on Cybertron, and after the color-drought of traveling in space, it was a deluge. He floundered, flailed, drowned in colors. Sari's hair, cars zipping down the streets, the Angry Archer's clothing, the sky held up by Detroit's towers...

Then he discovered that outside the city, the sky was not held up by Detroit's towers.

He stood and stood and stood, wondering when he would fall into the endless blue.

He stood, head tilted back, and thought, This is why Optimus's optics are blue.

[liona-skycat.livejournal.com]

1. TFA - Strika/Lugnut.

2. DZ - At least some of the movie-'Cons get high/drunk off electricity by accident. Other characters welcome for maximum amusement purposes.

3. TFA - (Demoted?) Sentinel trying to deal with a new Autobot recruit... Wreck-Gar.

DZ - Movie 'Cons and Electricity

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Frenzy curls up in Barricade's hands, burbling happily in a wash of Cybertronian, machine code, Japanese, Swahili, Centauri, and Solarian. His limbs twitch spasmodically as lightning strokes over them like a lover.

Barricade's engine hums with his delight as he curls around his partner, electricity flickering from joints. He feels a warm, bright charge in his systems, all the world full of color and sound and tastes. Everything is vibrant and alive, and he wants to get into it and investigate it, because it is interesting.

Bonecrusher thinks he might not hate this flicker-charge feeling of exultation and triumph.

Blackout feels air curling over his rotors and through his systems, and he has a Scorponok to hold onto and this is clearly the best place in the entire world to be, bar none, and he will destroy anyone who tries to make him move.

Wreckage curls around the little mech who caused all of this, fingers picking lightly over silver antlers and mind dreaming of blue wings and silences.

"You are all very strange, strange," Shrapnel says.

[invisiblemoose.livejournal.com]

Yay! I love these things.

-Anything with Animated Blitzwing in it. Something amusing.

-Starscream having A Good Day on Gillnan III.

-A time Counterpunch's secret was nearly compromised to a Decepticon.

Thanks in advance!

P/CP Gets Compromised

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"So how come you've got two robot-modes?" Motormaster asks, apropos of nothing.

Counterpunch's fluids stop, and he wonders if this is what it's like to be dead and still rolling around. "What the frag?"

"Sensed you transform the other day," the truck answers, rolling his shoulders in a shrug.

- Frag, frag, frag, and smelt him down for sheet metal! All right, all right, what the frag-? Lie like a rug! Lie like a fragging rug, like his life depends on it because it does! "I'm a spy. You know about the whole 'spy' thing, right? Autobots wouldn't exactly trust a Decepticon to go rummaging through their stuff."

Motormaster nods. "Aight."

"Now," Counterpunch says, "You weren't supposed to see that. But because I like you-" As far as big, black trucks named Motormaster go, the one that's discovered Zen is a much better choice -"I won't mention it to Spinister, and he won't take you out and shoot you. Got it?"

"... Got it."

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

Jet/Song; pressure-point orgasm, “The boy fights with butcher hooks.”


Post-Siege of the North Sokka/Yue; the moon is drowning in its sleep


Captain Avatar and the Planeteers high school AU: LOOTING AND POLLUTING IS NOT THE WAY, ZUKO.

Yes I went there. I HAVE NO REGRETS.

[calicojane.livejournal.com]

Ahhahahaha! Me-too's Captain Avatar request like *whoa*, because I almost asked suzukiblu for that very thing on her meme! (can it come with side order of Sokka making creative use of the power of heart plz?)

Also, because I possess no shame whatsoever:

Vampatar - How Jet got turned.

Vampatar - Hakoda tracks down fugitive Ozai and must make a pointed demonstration of just who is alpha around here. (What kind of pointed? Well that all depends on how Ozai reacts to being put on his back, now doesn't it? ;)

Lightning at Sea AU - May I inquire as to what certain freedom fighters are doing with their time in this 'verse? And if it might involve crossing paths with members of the Fire Nation royal family? (Which members I leave entirely up to you.)

*hey I actually managed something like brevity with this request! yay me!*

>^.^<

[kirin-saga.livejournal.com]

1. TFA. Jetstorm gets cornered by the Decepticons.

2. TFDeadzone. I'm not up to date with what's happening so I don't know exactly what to ask for, but I would like something about Hook.

3. Is it all right to ask for something that is both Animated and Deadzone? Because I thought it'd be interesting to see Jetstorm sent there without his brother.

Thanks!

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

re: #3, interestingly enough, we've got Jetfire there without his brother.

[wingus.livejournal.com]

Got two more now... More Deadzone. :D

2 - Age plot - Elder Pee-Dee corners Springer for devious purposes!

3 - Pee-Dee and Dai-Janku, relevant to some stuff discussed over IM.

Pee-Dee and Dai-Janku

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Day One:

"She's pretty," Dai-Janku says as Pee-Dee stalks off down the hall.

"If you like rust and people that fall apart, sure," Springer replies before his brain module catches up with his mouth.

***

Day Five:

Pee-Dee is on patrol, tearing up the roads of Gillanan III with her spiked wheels, when Dai-Janku swings along beside her. "Hey, you from Jersey? I'm from Jersey!"

The motorcycle gives an irritated little engine-growl and darts ahead of the dune-buggy.

"You busy tonight?"

"I'll be washing my hair," Pee-Dee snaps.

***

Day Eight:

"Hey, Pee-Dee-san, what happened-?"

"Talk to me and I put your face through a wall, Dai-Janku."

"Stupid skirt doesn't want anyone-"

"You show respect to Pee-Dee-san!"

***

Day Eleven:

Dai-Janku hits her just between her wheels and grins. "Hey, Pee-Dee-san, care to spar?"

"Sure." She grins back, sawblade teeth glinting in the sunlight.

Kup breaks them apart two days later, and Pee-Dee helps him pick up his pieces, and he accidentally grabs a few of hers, and she accidentally grabs a few of his. That's all right, though, because Junkions are pretty interchangeable as far as parts go.

***

Day Fifteen:

Springer is holding court in the lounge aboard ship. "-Well, I like Arcee and all, but she's kind of Rodimus's 'friend', you know?"

"Oh, he wishes, he so wishes, but she's not," Blurr starts to say, only for Springer to talk over him.

"Now Pee-Dee's a bit quirky, but she's tough as nails. Got the spark of a Wrecker. And a pretty sweetly curving chassis..."

"Let's see you GRIT THOSE TEEEEEEEEEETH!" Dai-Janku yells and decks the Wrecker captain.

Everyone else just stares at him, and he just crouches down to pick up the pieces of his fingers.

***

Day Eighteen:

"You busy tonight? I've got some good videos we could watch-"

"I'm not interested, Dai-Janku."

***

Day Twenty-One:

"You busy tonight?"

"The answer hasn't changed since yesterday."

***

Day Thirty-Five:

"You busy tonight?"

"I WILL END YOU IF YOU ASK ME THAT AGAIN TOMORROW."

***

Day Thirty-Six:

"Wanna spar, Pee-Dee-san?"

"... Yes."

***

Day Thirty-Seven:

"Didn't know it was occupied but since it's occupied I'll go hang around somewhere else until it isn't occupied any more," Blurr babbles and hastily backs out of the sparring room.

He didn't think people could be that broken and still fighting!

***

Day Forty-Two:

"WILL YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF?!"

Dai-Janku gives Kup a confused look. "Why? We're having fun."

Pee-Dee nods in agreement.

Kup glares at them both, and then gives a pointed look at the fine-layer of broken machinery covering the walls and floor of the sparring room. "You two are done. Put yourselves back together and get out!"

"... Yes, Chief Kup," Pee-Dee says, and Dai-Janku goes along with it.

***

Day Forty-Four:

"I thought I told you two to get out!"

"You said to put ourselves back together first..."

***

Day Forty-Five:

"Hey, Dai-Janku, want to watch tee-vee with me?"

[banditjoeykuba.livejournal.com]

1) Bato/Hakoda in your evil water tribe AU because FFFFFFF! I think it would be awesome. <3
2)Jeong Jeong is a rantin' and a ravin' about how water is the superior element and someone else (of your choice) tells him to STFU. Or makes him.
3) ANY AVATAR CHARACTER/ANY OTHER AVATAR CHARACTER. JUST HAVE FUN. <3

Thanks in advance~

Avatar: Anyone/Anyone

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

General How and Minister Long Feng are not equals. No general has the power and influence of a minister, nor ever will. It is simply the nature of the Earth Kingdom, and if How were a man who cared about power, he would not be where he is today.

He is a soldier, and Long Feng is many things, dangerous not the least among them, but they are both earthbenders of Ba Sing Se.

Ba Sing Se, city of walls and secrets, city of stone and earth, has demanded much of them in defense of her. Neither haven taken wives nor have children.

Yet. The world is changing. The Fire Nation cries for peace, the scarred new Firelord obeying the Avatar's will.

Long Feng, who is many things of which trusting is not, has eyes like jade when he comments on this to How.

How, who is a soldier with burn scars, has orders writ in stone for the Earth Kingdom military in and around Ba Sing Se.

The world is changing, and they are changing. Long Feng could be Earth King if he so desires, but then How will have to kill him, and the Earth Kingdom will fall into anarchy. So the minister pretends he does not desire the empty throne.

Ba Sing Se has had empty thrones before, and the rock of the city still feels warm under the feet of the minister and the general. Empty thrones can be filled in time, and they do not yet know if Kuei is dead.

As long as the stones of Ba Sing Se are not slick with blood, they are doing something right.

They do battle with each other, with words and pages, with little brawls between underlings that neither comments on. Minister Long Feng would have Ba Sing Se as his again, and General How has lived that life once before and will not again.

Their earthbending is never turned again each other. What would be the point of such a victory, destroying one's rival and Ba Sing Se both?

Their work rarely brings them together, for Ba Sing Se is a vast city, even in the Earth King's Palace and the Upper Ring.

But sometimes they are together, and fingers brush against fingers as they pass each other papers, robe-sleeve touches cloak-edge, jade eyes meet jade, and earthquake tension gathers around them.

But this is the Earth Kingdom, and they are both men in control of themselves. How is a good man, and Long Feng is many things but he is not a man of perversion, no matter what rumors say.

The earthquakes die stillborn, and Ba Sing Se goes on.

Goddamn, Song is popular post-series!

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Song/Zuko - 'mature' rating - Zuko never tops; yet with her, he does not necessarily mind. (Have as much fun with this as you will).

Song/Katara - something sweet and female-bonding like - After caring for everyone else for so long, Katara doesn't even notice her own aches until someone else addresses them.

And for something slightly different...

Ty Lee/Mai - whatver rating - 'Were we ever friends?'

Avatar: Song/Katara

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Not a meme without Song, is it? ;-)

---

In her travels, Katara had expected the Fire Nation to have the wildest summer revels. Perhaps now, under Zuko, they did. They could dance again, after all, and she had seen how Firefolk danced for the very first time.

In a few years, when they learned to really dance, they might give the Water Tribe dancers pause.

(who was she kidding? they would be fire and sweat and skin)

Now, though, it was the people of the Earth Kingdom who celebrated the summer solstice with a wildness. The bonfire roared, the beer flowed, and the dancers pounded up the dawn.

Haru had twisted his ankle twice tonight, and she'd fixed both so he could leap back into the dance. Toph had cut her feet on carelessly broken crockery, and Katara's water had soothed the other girl so she wouldn't bring the whole village down. Sokka had taken a stab for flirting with someone else's girl, and Katara had fixed that to watch him dive right back in with the pretty Earth-girls.

She sighed and wished Suki had managed to get Aang here tonight. He would have loved to see this celebration.

She wished she had the energy

(shamelessness)

to dance with Haru.

"Tea?" One of the young village women offered, hand coming to rest on Katara's shoulder as she leaned down to extend a mug of tea. She wore the typical high jacket of this village in a deep chocolate brown over those long, long skirts in a pale green embroidered with darker green and gold flowers. Much too fine for every day wear or to sit on the ground with.

"Please," Katara said, taking the mug from the woman. She took a drink, eyes widening at how cold it was. "It's cold!"

The young woman smiled at her. "Would you really want something hot right now?"

Katara was as far back from the bonfire as she can be and still be easily found, and she's sheened with sweat from the heat. She shook her head.

The heel of the young woman's hand dug into her shoulder as she levered herself back up, and Katara sucked in a breath at how good that felt.

The young woman paused then ran her hand over Katara's back, pressing into it enough to make Katara roll her shoulders with enjoyment.

"Your muscles are all knotted," the young woman said softly. "Here, come with me, let me take care of it."

Katara let the young woman raise her to her feet, and she held on loosely as she was led away from the revelry to a little house in the village. The young woman's hands are warm, not like Zuko's were hot, but like Haru's or Teo's. Earth-warm.

It was oddly comforting.

"What's your name?" Katara asked as she was sat down in a chair, and the young woman put hands to her back and began to massage.

"Song."

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On Ji/Aang - Post War, "Your name was never Kuzon, was it."

On Ji as feral airbender, please?

Toph & Lao Bei Fong - Post War, Lao finally gets that his daughter isn't as helpless as he continues to believe.

Avatar: Toph and Lao Bei Fong (1/2)

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Lao Bei Fong rolls heliodor between his fingers, and he thinks of emeralds. The yellow stone darkens with blue, but the final effect is far from the deep green prized by Earthfolk. It's more of an aquamarine, which will at least fetch more money than the heliodor would.

He lets the aquamarine drop to the tabletop-

And he stares at his hand. It's shaking like an old man's and as pale as a Fire National's.

He's overdone it. Gembending is a complicated, draining extension of an already difficult type of earthbending. He has a knack for crystalbending; he's at least capable of gembending. But he has to fight the gems to make changes like this-

Crystalbending is not an earthbending form for fighters. An earthbender who wants to shape crystals must work with them, or the crystals will fight him and eventually kill him from exhaustion.

He must stop fighting his crystals. He must.

He never did this sort of thing before the Avatar stole his daughter.

***

They say his daughter is the greatest earthbender in the world. They say she's going to sit on the throne of Omashu someday.

They say she's in the Fire Nation, or Ba Sing Se, or Omashu, or everywhere as far away from Gaoling as it's possible to be.

Poppy confines him to bed after changing a handful of crystal quartz to amethyst leaves Lao unconscious on the floor.

***

When Poppy lets him get up again, Lao puts away his crystals and goes out back to punch chunks of the garden at the wall. Small chunks, but the dirt becomes stone in the grasp of his earthbending. Hard stone that pits his garden wall.

He dissolves the stone projectiles to dust then uses the dust to repair the wall.

He saw his daughter fling boulders he could never have lifted in that arena.

He goes back into the house to find Poppy. "I'm going to find Toph."

***

It's not hard to find Toph, really. What's hard is getting her to let him approach. But he has handled difficult people all his life, so he simply makes sure she knows where he is staying and settles in to examine Ba Sing Se's gem economy.

There are other crystalbenders here, he can tell as he runs his fingers over some of the crystals for sale. A few of them are even gembenders.

One of them is an excellent gembender. He almost hadn't realized some of those deep green emeralds had been 'bent at all.

Lao practices on his crystal-shaping with the familiar golden beryl and aquamarine pieces of his shogi set. He alters the shape of the pieces, relearning how not to fight.

Toph invites him to tea one day at the Jasmine Dragon. It's very good tea, and neither of them say anything until their cups are empty.

"Duel me," she demands.

"You'll win," he points out. She is much stronger than him, which is what scares him most. She is so strong, and there are a lot of unscrupulous people who have uses for strong earthbenders.

"Do it anyway."

He acquiesces.

***

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I found this on the Transfictions comm so I'll have have a go.

(All TFA)
1. Skywarp and Blurr - doesn't have to be romantic but TFA Skywarp deserves someone being nice to him for once. ;)
2. Sentinel/Anyone - Please try and make him somewhat sympathetic for once.
3. Ultra Magnus/Jazz - Given how reserved Ultra Magnus is I can definitely see Jazz being the one to 'initiate' things. ;)

TF Ani: Sentinel/Anyone

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In the Academy, Sentinel learned that the only person he could trust was himself. No one had meant for him to learn that, just like no one had meant for Elita to die. But he learned it just the same, and she died just the same.

He was the only person he could trust not to get people killed, not to lose people, not to abandon people. Everyone else either was incompetent or cowardly, no matter what they seemed to be like on the surface.

His time as a Minor reinforced and added to his belief. One of his own recruits turned out to be a Decepticon spy. He couldn't even trust people not to be working for the enemy.

Somewhere along the line, he met Jazz. Jazz was... strange.

Sentinel kept expecting him to fail somehow, but the cyber-ninja never did. It worried Sentinel; if he didn't know how Jazz would let him down, he couldn't plan how to handle situations where he had to work with Jazz.

Jazz was infuriatingly capable.

He didn't really notice when he stopped worried about Jazz failing on him. It just happened. Jazz would be there where he was needed to be, and Jazz would back Sentinel up, and Jazz was everything Optimus was supposed to have been, only better.

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All TFA (I hope these fit.)

1. Prowl & Optimus (the two are my favourite when together), "Ghostly Comfort"
2. Jazz & Sentinel - He simply tells him to shut up and accept that Optimus is now leader, and a much better one than him, too
3. Thundercracker & Skywarp - The two develop from SC's condensed ego or fear to distinct personalities which aren't like SC

Ani: Thundercracker and Skywarp

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It's been twenty-five stellar cycles, and Thundercracker has changed the greys on his chassis for whites. "To be less like that idiotic dead mech," he growls when Skywarp asks about it.

He's still a braggart, but he can back it up with guns and wings and flying like a demon. He's the best, or as best as it gets in this section of space, and he knows it. Not his fault if it torques people off that he's better than them.

Skywarp has gotten some spine in him, and the dark Seeker has a tendency to lurk unobstrusively. Thundercracker is all right with that - there's only room for one in the spotlight. Besides, sometimes Skywarp sees things that he doesn't. Sure, he's a paranoid and a touch prone to thinking the entire universe will kill him at a drop of rain.

There's really only so much a mech can do when he was designed to be afraid. He's stopped cringing in cowardice, though, and treats the entire universe with the same bland sense of 'I know you want to kill me, but I'm not going to let you.'

Thundercracker has gotten a handle on his own skills and gotten better with evaluating how other people compare to him. If he were honest, which he tries to be at least to himself, he would say Skywarp is the more dangerous of the two of them. Skywarp doesn't feel the need to show-off, and dead people are much less threatening than live ones.

Thundercracker, however, sees no reason to be honest to other people when he can just keep his mouth shut and direct their adoration and fear towards himself.

Besides, it's always good to have an ace up your sleeve.

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Ozai/Zhao - potboiler

Any combination of white lotus members for next two prompts.
1 - dance along the edge
2- Faded petals

Avatar: Ozai/Zhao

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Zhao had read the description 'ivory-white skin' before, but he'd never seen anyone with skin like that. Yet the Fire prince's inner thighs truly were as pale and smooth as aged ivory.

Lady Ran's little illustrated novels liked to say firebenders had eyes like molten gold. His and Torao's both were amber, and Master Jeong Jeong's had been a smoldering yellow. Ozai, though, truly did have eyes bright and dangerous as gold in a crucible.

He could not take his eyes from the Fire prince's, not even to focus on that sinful mouth. 'Sinful' - another word he'd never thought could be applied to real people. But the first time he saw Ozai, he could not take his eyes from the man's mouth. His first fantasy of the prince involved that mouth wrapped around his cock.

Ozai's touch burned. The first time he'd touched Zhao, a flicker of fingertips across the back of his neck when he passed by in the mess hall, the lieutenant had flinched. Ozai's power was as beyond his as the sun was beyond a volcano, and Zhao could feel it in the way the prince's caresses left him feeling scorched.

("That doesn't happen," he'd said to Lady Ran after flipping to a random scene in one of her books.)

The candles guttered, but Zhao put a little more life in them as he slid into the prince. He wanted to see this, everything of this.

Ozai just smiled, and it took every ounce of self-control Zhao ever imagined he had not to sheathe himself to the hilt in that moment.

He left scratches and bruises on the prince, his fingers digging hard into white-burning skin, as he struggled to take it slow. Not for Ozai's sake - if the prince couldn't take a pounding, he shouldn't have flirted with a commonborn sailor - but for his own.

He wanted Ozai. And this little inspection tour of his ship would be over in two days. Then the prince would be gone, and Zhao planned to wring every last drop of this experience out of Ozai. He wouldn't damn himself by holding back on any angle.

There would be no forgetting the prince, but if he played his cards right, he would sate himself on Ozai.

The prince's fingers raked across his back, goading him, and he bit down hard on Ozai's shoulder to keep from giving in. He tasted copper, and Ozai snarled with something very like pleasure and thrust back against Zhao.

His mouth was bloody with royal blood when Ozai dragged him into a kiss.

"Quit dawdling, Zhao," the prince rasped when the kiss broke.

He smiled, and Ozai seemed to lose his breath for a moment. "What's the hurry, Your Highness? We've got all night."

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Um. Only one prompt comes to mind right now, if that's all right.

Deadzone - Wreckage and Shrapnel, personal space.

DZ: Wreckage and Shrapnel

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Personal space is apparently something that happens to other people.

"Hnh." Wreckage turns his head to look at the robotic insect perched on his shoulders. "There are chairs."

"There are, are," Shrapnel agrees, his voice echoing itself. The Insecticon did not move, however. His weight, far lighter than his size seemed to suggest, was not irritating, though, so Wreckage chose to ignore his passenger.

***

A few days later, Shrapnel disappeared. For three weeks of shipboard time, he was elsewhere. Sometimes Wreckage caught sight of him in the distance but mostly the Insecticon was simply gone.

It was strange.

Wreckage did not worry about it, however. The Insecticon could more than take care of himself, and he knew how to use a radio if it came to that.

***

Then one day Shrapnel was back. "Hello, hello!"

"Hnh."

The Insecticon clapped him on the shoulder, then went to adjust the nest surrounding his berth. Once he seemed pleased with its integrity, he transformed, climbed inside, and shut the nest up behind him.

Strange creature, Shrapnel.

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How about a Megatron-Azoula pairing? They would, after all, make "THE MOST POWERFUL COUPLE IN THE WORLD!"

Avatar/Ani: Megatron/Azula

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Azula didn't really understand this strange Earth city with all of its stone and metal things. That was all right, because things still burned, and lightning danced across her hands as sweet as Ty Lee's smile.

Everything fell apart after a while, when strange Earthfolk machines came to take her down. But she still burned, and she waited until she could gabble as well as the locals.

Then she left, because she was not her Father and no prison could hold her.

One of the Earth machines found her, but this one burned and froze and gabbled with three voices. It was very odd, even for this place. She deigned to let it take her back to where it came from. After all, if there was a nest of Earthfolk, they needed to be destroyed. For the good of her.

The vast machine at the center of the nest had eyes made of red-colored glass. Flattering.

She laughed as it took her in hand. Its voice was handsome, and she tossed a ball of lightning from hand-to-hand as it spoke to her.

It offered her the world for her fire bent to its will. An interesting idea, but she could take the world herself. She told it so.

It seemed amused, then it stood and took her over to a vast device.

"You could take this world yourself, perhaps. But all the rest of the worlds?"

The device spiraled open, revealing a place all covered with metal and with stars as strange as those over this Earth city.

"All it would take, my little flamethrower, is an application of your skills."

Azula laughed in sheer delight.

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Any AU you can think of, hmmm...? Since my preferred version I should probably not inflict on anyone, let's try this-

Girl!Zuko is pregnant, and that's just the icing on the cake for very!angry!Jet. The words "How dare you?!" on somebody's part a plus.

Avatar: preggers!girl!Zuko (1/2

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I kind of went insane with the emphasis on words in this.

---

It's not that Zuko meant to get pregnant.

Mao told her that was her second mistake. For an only son, Mao knew a lot about the way girls worked. It probably came from traveling with Azula and Ty Lee for months and months with no other company. Months and months of just him and the gorgeous, perky, friendly Ty Lee and her flexibility and perky breasts and her tendency to hang all over Zuko's boyfriend.

Zuko snorted steam and tried to get her mind off that train of thought.

- Months and months of traveling with Azula and Ty Lee, and Azula no doubt forcing Mao to his knees every night-

Gah.

Zuko's tea boiled over, and she gave up on getting anything done inside. Maybe sitting by the turtleduck pond would calm her down.

The day was beautiful outside, the wind bracingly chilly and the trees all bare of leaves. Zuko's Firelord robes concealed her pregnancy from casual view, and she liked it that way. The fewer people who knew before the wedding, the better. Her seneschal knew, of course, and Katara. And Mao. But hopefully her father didn't know, though Zuko wasn't entirely sure he'd even care if he did know.

She liked to think he would.

She knew he'd care if he knew who the father was, but she didn't want to deal with that.

As far as Mao was concerned, Zuko's first mistake was sleeping with Aang at all.

It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, though, and okay, maybe she'd been a little drunk. But Aang had saved the world, and Zuko had won the Bronze Throne for herself and for peace, and he'd done so much for her...

Besides, Zuko thought as she tore ragged chunks of bread and threw them to the turtleducks, it could be Mao's. They had been sleeping together for a while.

Except Mao always used protection, and neither Zuko nor Aang had even thought about it.

Someone thumped down lightly on the lawn behind her, and Zuko smiled. Mao always came to check on her when she wandered outside.

"Hey, Lee," an impossible voice murmured in her ear, and long, lithe arms wrapped around her from behind, one hand settling affectionately on her breasts. "Been a while."

***

Mao found life as Zuko's Firelady... not particularly boring. Even if watching people decide if he was 'Lady Mao' or 'Lord Mao' was growing tiresome.

It could have been less boring, certainly. Sokka could have been here, and the two of them could be getting into fights whenever Sokka looked at Zuko wrong. Water Tribesmen had eyes and hands that wandered too much, and Mao had gone through too much for Zuko to let someone else touch her.

He saw Zuko head out of the palace towards the turtleduck pond and gave her a headstart so she could spend some time alone before he joined her.

By the time he got there, a wild-haired man in mismatched armor had his arms around her and was nibbling on her earlobe. Zuko's cheeks were flushed bright red as the strange man kneaded her breasts.