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

[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!*

>^.^<

Vampatar: Jet (1/2)

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He loses his parents when he's eight. To the Fire Nation. It sets the pattern for the rest of his life: he loses everything important to him to the Fire Nation.

Eight-year-old him doesn't think he's a survivor. Eight-year-old him doesn't think much of anything. He just... gets by. He learns to steal so he has bread, and sometimes the soldiers will give him food because even though he's Earth Kingdom and they're Fire, they're-

(not all monsters.)

So he follows them, and one of them carries him when he gets too tired to walk, and he hates it. But he's a kid, and this is too close to the fighting for a kid alone to live.

The first people who teaches him how to fight are Fire Nation soldiers.

("If you're going to be ours, you need to know how to fight." "Those who don't live by the sword can still die upon it." "Little ember, you were born in the wrong nation.")

He hates them with a child's hate, and he runs away half the time, but he always comes back, and they're happy to see him. He thinks, though, that if he never came back, they wouldn't care.

(It's years later, when he finds out he's wrong, when he sees the lieutenant's eyes light up to see him as a boy grown almost to adulthood. It wrenches weirdly, and he decides there must be some Earth-blood in the man. So he gives him a clean, pleasant death.)

One time when he runs away, he finds a man with green eyes and shorn black hair. Well, the man finds him, stumbling about in the woods.

He finds the man when he appears in front of him, crouching down and smiling to bare his teeth.

His teeth are not human teeth.

He thinks he could run back to the Fire Nation soldiers, and their fire would burn this man to ashes and cinders and bonedust. He knows he would never get that far.

He hits the man in the bridge of the nose instead, fist curled just right and not holding back at all. Bruises and broken fingers are a small price to pay for his life.

The man does not blink. He just throws back his head and laughs.

While the man laughs, he's already running. He's fast, he's really fast because he has no armor and weapons to weigh him down, but it's dark in the woods. He stumbles, falls, scrambles back upright-

The man picks him up by the neck. "What's your name, boy?"

He tells him. Somewhere among the cursing he's picked up from the soldiers.

"A good Earth Kingdom name," the man says, "For a good Earth Kingdom boy. But you're not a very good Earth Kingdom boy, are you? You travel with Fire Nation soldiers."

"They feed me," he says, because that's the most important part, the only part that keeps him there.

The man smiles. "Is that all it takes to buy your loyalty?"

He has been hanging ragdoll limp at the end of the man's arm, and he has not felt the man's arm even begin to tremble. "Stop playing with your food," he snaps.

The man laughs again and carries him off into the night.

***

He's twelve when he decides he's had enough of this 'eating food' business. It keeps them too tied to towns when they should be out chasing the Fire Nation.

"Turn me," he demands.

The vampire ruffles his hair. "No. Even if I wanted to, you're much too young."

"I'm twelve."

"And you would be twelve for the rest of eternity. Maybe when you're older."

***

He's fourteen when he finds his swords. A Fire Nation soldier had carried them, but he's too dead now to care who is using them. So he pulls them out and admires the hooked ends, thinking of what kind of damage he'd do with them.

"Good Earth Kingdom boys don't use Fire Nation swords," the vampire says. He still hasn't ever said his own name.

"I'm not a good Earth Kingdom boy, vampire," he says in reply, giving the swords a few practice swings to get used to their balance.

"If you're not a good Earth Kingdom boy, why do you have a good Earth Kingdom name?"

"I don't," he says, and it only strikes him just how perfect that idea is after the words are out of his mouth. He adds, "My name is Jet."

"Jet," the vampire says like he's tasting the name. "My name is Thanh."

Jet nods, raising one of his swords so he can see the empty space where the vampire is sitting. "Good Earth Kingdom name."

***

Vampatar: Ozai and Hakoda

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Hakoda batters himself with recriminations later. He should have seen it coming, he should have realized things had gone far too easily.

It's Bato, of course, who reminds him that yes, he should have expected it, and yet he could never have and still be Hakoda. Because he is the alpha male of the Southern Tribe, and while Sokka is growing into an alpha in his own right, and Arnook is alpha of the Northern Tribe, Hakoda has never actually dealt with an enemy alpha.

That is the only way to describe Ozai, and Hakoda knows his wolf-thoughts are influencing him to think this through in the wrong manner.

Ozai is not a wolf.

It begins with a worried request from Firelord Zuko. His father has escaped from his cell, and Sokka is not in the Fire Nation at the time but Hakoda is. So he gives chase across sea and stone until they come to the woods of the Earth Kingdom.

Hakoda has the advantage, and he knows it. He tracks by scent and sight, waiting until the dusk when the changing light betrays human eyes before he strikes.

Even as a wolf, even fighting the man with no fire, it is a brutal fight. Hakoda's muzzle is stained with blood, and every breath feels like fire against his broken ribs. But he has Ozai down, his teeth around the other man's throat.

It would be so easy to do what Aang and Zuko could not.

He forces the change before he can. Human teeth do not damage so well as wolf teeth, and he owes the Avatar this for what Aang has done for his children.

The blood tastes the same, though, and it is sticky and warm on his tongue and face. He licks absently, feels the jump in Ozai's pulse.

He pauses, then licks more deliberately at the bloody skin. Ozai's hair smells of smoke and spice, and his blood tastes of copper. He sucks in a breath, and Hakoda thinks he should feel disgusted at the other man's reaction and his own. This is Ozai, genocidal warlord and son of genocidal warlords.

He is warm and at Hakoda's mercy.

Later, when he is recounting the story to Bato, he doesn't tell his friend about this part.

He doesn't tell Bato how close it comes. How pliant Ozai is under Hakoda's weight. Not yielding, Hakoda doesn't think he can force his body to yield even now, but pliant. Hot. Too exhausted to fight, but perhaps not too exhausted to-

Ozai undoes him with a word. "Dog."

Hakoda growls and punches him, then rolls to his feet. The transformation healed his own injuries, but Ozai is still bloody and broken. Hakoda doesn't tend to the other man's wounds until after he's shackled him.

That should have been the end of it.

But Ozai is not a wolf.

He is Sage-trained and more patient than Hakoda gives him credit for.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Okay, regarding your LaS prompt: writing that story right now would really mess with my meta-plot for the AU. I've tried to figure out a way to do it without giving things away too early, and there's just no way I can.

Please suggest an alternate prompt for your third slot. Not LaS though, please.

Avatar: Jet Gets a Foster Father

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It got long. (http://beckyh2112.livejournal.com/350694.html)

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

Insert OZAI/JET, 'cause you gave me PERMISSION. <3

More specifically, Ozai/Jet thronesex in the Fire Nation palace. << Bonus points for mention or walk-in of Zuko. Bonus points twenty MILLION for inclusion of, because I know that probably makes your mental Ozai wince but I kiiinda can't get over the idea of him watching awkwardly and being freaked out and perhaps semi-panicked and yet unable to leave or, you know, at least turn AWAY. *coughs*

Even more bonus points if Ozai acts like this is perfectly normal and has a conversation with him while Jet freaks out.

[calicojane.livejournal.com]

APPROVES OF THIS IDEA LIKE BURNING!!!

(Sorry Zuko, but you're just so damn irresistible when you're terminally mortified and reluctantly aroused. And we already know that freaked-out Jet is like catnip to me. ;)

>^.^<

Avatar: Ozai/Jet

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Zuko catches sight of Azula sneaking into the spy-niche on the throne room. He can't think of anything Father would be doing of interest, but that's always when the worst happens.

He gives her five minutes to get settled before sneaking in with her.

When he finds her, she is staring bright-eyed into the throne room itself, one hand holding back the hangings. The other rests on her hip, and there is something dirty about such an innocuous-seeming touch. Maybe it's the intensity of her expression, the slight parting of her red lips and the way her eyes devour what she is looking at.

"Isn't he magnificent?" She breathes, voice husky.

Zuko peeks over her arm and feels his breath vanish from his lungs.

Father's robe is open and lying around him in a bed of blood-colored silk. His head is thrown back, hair in disarray, skin golden in the roaring firelight.

Jet rides him, one foot braced against the throne near Father's head, the other leg dangling over an arm. His back is sheened with sweat, and he claws and caresses Father with equal abandon. Every undulation of his spine, every time Father's hands at his waist bring him up and back down, feels like a tug on Zuko's cock.

Jet is magnificent.

The fires in the throne room flare towards the ceiling, and Jet bites out an oath then reaches out to drag Father into a kiss.

Jet, who hated him for maybe (definitely) being a firebender, kisses Father, who is firebender and Firelord and everything Jet hates to the bottom of his soul.

"What did you do?" Zuko demands, unable to tear his eyes away to look at Azula when he asks.

"Me? All I did was feed the wild boy dinner," Azula purrs. "Oysters on the half-shell, honeyed turtleduck breast, firewine, and chilled asparagus soup. You know." Her voice hitches as Father pulled Jet to him. "A lover's meal," she finishes, and Zuko almost wants to look at her because her voice sounds so strange then.

Father's hand slides up Jet's back, and the movement and the contrast of skin makes Zuko crave Mai. Crave Jet and Mai and- and-

Jet and Mai.

"He shouldn't be doing this," Zuko says, but his heart isn't in it. Father shouldn't do this with Jet all stirred to passion by Azula's mischief. He shouldn't.

Over the crackle of the fire, he hears Jet's moans. He sees the way the Earth boy tips back his head, exposing the line of his throat. He sees Father press his mouth there, over the pulse, and the way Jet's movements seem to become even more boneless.

"Magnificent," Azula breathes.

INSERT REQUESTS FIVE THROUGH EIGHT. <3

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

Toph/Zuko. LIGHTNING AT SEA, baby. <333 I mentioned previously how hardcore that engagement piece rocked, y/y?

Piandao/Sokka; don't draw the pen unless you are ready for the kill!

Jet/Song, Zuko/Song; + ten million points for Jet/Song/Zuko; I’m not gonna teach him how to dance with you (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_2hdU14Lqk)

AND NOW ALSO NINE. <333

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

Ozai/Jet, forest!sex! Forest!sex based on "he looks like Lee <333" and any associated issues. Plus ten points if Jet is the initiator, plus another twenty if perhaps a certain name comes out in the act. Plus twenty MILLION for firebending.


Request number ten I will reserve for A MOMENT OF BRILLIANCE. Or, you know, whatever other weird AU we think of that you don't beat me to requesting. >>

Avatar: Piandao/Sokka

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Two letters written on one page, found in Ba Sing Se's archives by she who once was Aang, once was Roku, once was Kyoshi.

Master Piandao,

Jeong-Jeong is a pain to track down. Seriously, why does Aang need him again? And why can't you just send him a messenger hawk?

Ran into Haru the other day. Long-haired earthbender guy, you remember? Well, if you don't, tough. He's heading to Ba Sing Se. Looking for Toph to ask if he can train under her. Not a bad idea, really. I think he could learn a lot from her, and he's old enough now that the Dai Li won't be interested in him.

Haven't heard from Firelord Jerkbender in a while. (He's Jerkbender until he apologizes for saying that to Ty Lee. Seriously, the guy has the social skills of a rock.)

I miss you. I need to go back home after I find Jeong-Jeong for Aang. The tribe needs me. Maybe I'll be able to come back to the Fire Nation in a few years.

Think how unspeakably sweet
the taste of snow at midsummer,
how sweet a kind spring breeze
after the gales of winter.

But as we all discover,
nothing's quite as sweet
as one large cloak
wrapped around two lovers.

- Sokka

***

Sokka,

Jeong-Jeong has had many years to learn how to become hard to find. Being able to be found by a messenger hawk would be counter-productive to hiding from the Army, wouldn't it? I don't need to remind you why Aang needs him. Thankfully, since you haven't actually told me that either.

I do remember Haru.

Do what you need to do, Sokka. Your family is important, and I will be glad to see you no matter when next that is.

[Delicate brush-work of a young man and an older man on a dock, swords across their backs, hands and mouths touching.

A landscape of a garden in moonlight, clothes scattered about, and two naked backs together with the rest of their bodies concealed.]

- Piandao

---

Author's Note: Poem used is by Asklepiados, c. 320 B.C.

Avatar: LaS: Toph and Zuko

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The next big hurdle came when Zuko was too tired to properly deal with it. It was also invitingly soft and bed-like. It was, in fact, Toph's bed, and Zuko was about ready to fall into it.

He grumbled vaguely and stripped off his armor, getting ready to curl up on the floor at the foot of the bed. It wouldn't be comfortable, but life wasn't comfortable.

"What are you doing, Firestarter?" Toph asked as she yanked the pins out of her hair.

"Going to sleep," he muttered and dropped directly to the floor, barely catching himself to avoid bruises.

"... Get in the bed."

"No."

"It's big enough for two of us. Get in the bed."

"Tired. No."

Someone prodded him in the chest, and Zuko cracked open an eyelid to see Toph leaning over the end of the bed. Her fingertips skimmed his face, then sank viciously into his ponytail and yanked. "Hey, Prince Stupid. Get in the bed."

"Let go of my hair," Zuko said through gritted teeth, smoke oozing out from his mouth.

Toph grinned like a fiend. "Only if you get in the bed."

If Zuko had been Cousin Lu Ten or Azula, he'd have something he could do to her that would make her let go without hurting her. Unfortunately, he was himself. "Fine."

Avatar: Jet/Song, Zuko/Song

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"You're good with girls," Lee said, only he wasn't looking at Jet when he said it.

Jet chewed on his grass-stalk and followed the scarred boy's gaze to the young woman in the hanbok. Her braid was long, and her smile was sweet, and she glanced at them every now and then while he watched.

"Yeah," he finally said, giving the unknown young woman a rakish grin.

Her smile became a little more mischievous, then she turned her attention back to her tea and Old Man Mushi.

Lee swallowed. "I- kind of owe her. She's... special."

Jet could agree with special, given that she seemed to be honestly enjoying chatting with Lee's uncle.

"And," Lee plowed grimly onward, "I don't know what to say to her. To- apologize. For things."

Ah, so Lee had screwed up trying to get into her skirts last time he'd met. Explained a lot. He still had a chance, though, because she still kept looking at him.

But hey, Jet thought, Lee's a bright guy. And Old Man Mushi could flirt better than Jet could. Lee could definitely figure out how to make it up to her on his own.

Jet tilted his head slightly, grin spreading, as she glanced over at the two of them again. Her eyes met his, and she smiled.

"Maybe you could introduce us," Jet said, breaking eye-contact to look at Lee. "I could put in some good words with her for you."

Lee's cheeks colored faintly, but he nodded. His eyes still hadn't left her, and if Jet were trying to be helpful, he'd tell Lee that the yearning stare worked best in moderation, not when it looked like you wanted to devour the girl.

Jet grinned as she looked back their way again, but her eyes slid past him.

Well, hey, maybe she wanted to be devoured.

Bonus: Avatar: Hakoda/Ozai

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Ozai, CEO of a multinational corporation, divorcee, and father of two children, was working late. To be exact, he was working out late. His day had run long due to people being idiots again, and he was taking his frustrations out on the training robots.

Rather, he was coming out of the shower after having taken out his frustrations on the training robots. His hair was still dripping, and he had a towel tied around his waist while he wrapped another one around his masses of hair. He really ought to get it cut sometime.

Things that should not happen while wandering back into the gym: he should not get slammed against the wall by a dark bearded man with cold hands and colder voice.

"Where is my daughter?" Hakoda demanded, the eco-terrorist looking about as well-dressed as always. Which was not at all, and surely it wouldn't kill him to buy new jeans? They looked more held together by good luck and dried- dried unidentifiable grue, than by fabric.

Did he have to be pressing quite so hard against him? It was... distracting.

What did he want- Oh yes, his daughter. Ozai rolled his eyes briefly. "Not here. Obviously."

Ozai would have noticed if the little brat had gotten past his security. Speaking of which...

"How did you get in?" He demanded, and Hakoda growled and shifted just a bit harder against him. Very distracting.

Evidently, it was distracting to Hakoda too. "-We've got five minutes before I need to go look for Katara. Let's make this fast."

Ozai didn't ask why he didn't just call her if it was that important. That might make him go away.

Re: Bonus: Avatar: Hakoda/Ozai

[calicojane.livejournal.com]

That might make him go away.

And we certainly wouldn't want that, now would we? XD

(Unless 'we' are Bato, of course.)

>^.^<

Re: Bonus: Avatar: Hakoda/Ozai

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

You just COULD NOT RESIST, could you. *griiiins*

HAKODA. SEXING HIM UP IS NOT THE WAY TO STOP OZAI LOOTING AND POLLUTING, YOU KNOW. >>

I <3 Ozai's thoughts, they are so spacey and disdainful. *adores* And the last line was LOVE. *special place in heart for Awesome Last Lines, always*

Avatar: Jet/Song (1/2)

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The boy fights with butcher hooks. He rips and tears through the bandits, leaving blood and scars and death. It's painful to watch - here there is one whose throat he catches on a hook, there is one whose face he slams with the curved blade guarding his hand, there is a blade he blocks with his own while his other blade dances across the bandit's throat. Blood fountains.

Song sets her basket of herbs down and waits with her hands free. It's getting dark, and she is less scared of this fight than of wandering into something she cannot quite see.

The boy has seen her, and so has a bandit she realizes. His expression tells her everything he thinks about her - that she is helpless, that she is foolish, that she might save him from the boy with the butcher hooks.

She is none of those things.

***

Jet doesn't understand. The plain Earth girl is standing there so stupidly, can't she see the bandit? She's going to get hurt, and these men aren't Fire Nation, but they've still got no right to hurt trusting innocents-

He whirls, and he knows he is too late, he won't get there, she'll be hurt-

She reaches out and taps the bandit in the sternum, and the man doubles over puking. She picks up her basket and steps past him, kind brown eyes meeting Jet's.

"Are you done?" she asks.

He stares at her, swords dripping gore, and thinks, Pretty, she's so pretty.

"Yeah," he says.

"Would you like dinner?" She looks him over, and he's suddenly self-conscious that he's wearing looted armor and raggedy clothes. "Mother got a good deal on buffalo wings at the market, but it's really too much for us to eat before it goes bad."

His stomach rumbles, and she smiles.

Pretty, he thinks again and he follows her home.

***

"My name is Song," she says.

"Jet."

She blinks at the name. Who would name their son after a stone? But, she thinks, perhaps it wasn't his parents who named him that.

"How did you do that?" He falls into step beside her, his swords put away and bloodless.

She smiles a secret sort of smile. Everyone always asked her how she did her work sooner or later. Except Lee. Lee had never asked her anything.

Not even if she might give an ostrich-horse to a traveler with a long way to go.

"The human body is delicate," she says, basket swinging from her arm. "If I had put a hot stone over or a needle through that vital point, I would have adjusted the flow of Qi so he wouldn't have stomach pains. But I attacked it instead and shocked his Qi with a disruption."

He studies her with dark eyes, then gives her a smile. "You're a doctor."

"Mm." It's pleasing to not hear 'apprentice' at the end. She is young, yes, but she is not a child or a student. No more than this boy is less of a warrior for being young, or Lee less of a-

She strangles off that thought and focuses on Jet's brown eyes. Dark brown eyes, looking at her with a certain intensity-

She glances ahead quickly, even as his smile turns into a rakish grin.

Dark brown eyes, she thinks, not tricky golden ones. Except she suspects Lee is much more straight-forward than Jet will ever be. But Fire is Fire, and Earth is Earth. Fire has no secrets, only light and heat. Earth hides and conceals; didn't the oldest women in her village still sometimes call earthbenders 'keepers of secrets under the mountain'?

Jet's shoulder casually brushes against hers, and she glances sidelong at him. His smile is inviting, open, confident rather than cocky. The cockiness is all in the grass-stalk he chews on.

He makes her warm when he looks at her like that.

"It's getting late. Mother's going to be worried about me," she says, not quite warning him off.

His smile sharpens. "Wouldn't want to miss dinner. Especially not with dessert after."

Song glances at him archly. "I don't know. You're not the sort I usually cook for."

His shoulder brushes against hers again. "Maybe I can change your mind about that."

Avatar: Jet/Song (2/2)

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***

Jet's fingers don't feel like a brand when he touches her skin. His mouth doesn't feel like an oven when he kisses his way up her scars. His prick doesn't feel like fire when he rubs it against her leg.

He does feel like he's had girls before and learned their bodies, and that's all right with Song because she's learned men's bodies. Not quite in the same way he has, but she finds she's picked up enough to fake it.

They're in the shadows next to the porch, and Song is certain her mother knows what they're doing. Mother isn't a fool, and this is the second time she's let Song go after dinner instead of cleaning the dishes.

The first time, Lee had gone out on the porch.

Nothing came of that, but this time her skirt has been pushed up and her pantaloons pulled down, and if Jet's mouth isn't hot, it is warm and wet. She's biting her arm to keep from crying out, because even if Mother knows, she doesn't need to know.

The fingers of her other hand are tangled in Jet's hair, tugging and stroking, and oh, he needs to do that again-

He leaves her worn and tired by the time he is done with her. It has been a long day already, and this isn't a simple, easy thing. She isn't sure she can focus on returning the favor to him.

So she kisses his throat and takes him in hand. He is easy, he moves so easy, and she would love to do this to him some other evening. Any other evening unto the end of the world.

But she can't tonight. So while she strokes him, her other hand runs over his hips and stomach, pressing against various points in a certain order her mother taught her, until she strikes the very last one right above his water chakra.

Jet comes hard, arching like a drawn bow, a short, sharp cry wrenched from his throat. There's a mess on her hanbok now that she'll have to hide, and he collapses against her slowly. He is heavy and warm, and nuzzles at her breasts even as his eyes flicker shut with exhaustion.

Avatar: Sokka/Yue

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The moon is drowning in her sleep.

La embraces her, and the spirit is both fish and ocean and man. Black koi, world-spanning waters that fell to the blackest deeps, a black-haired man in finned mask and robes patterned with the depths.

La embraces her, and she who is Tui loves La.

She who is Yue casts her senses back to the world she left behind. Her silver gaze falls on a dark-skinned boy with eyes like the ocean. Yue is drawn to him, to the remembered feel of skin that is not also scales, not also waves, not also something beyond skin or scale or waves.

She who is Tui knows that she was not a she until she became Yue, and La was not a he until Tui became Yue.

When La becomes angry with her, he is not the regal man of the Water Tribes but red-armored man who slew her, and there is smoke on him. When she becomes angry in turn, she is not Yue but Hahn, and it does not matter that this man killed him because he is not Hahn and the other is not Zhao.

She is Yue, and he is La.

She sends Hahn away, and he wakes on a beach with breath in his body and the new moon in his hair.

La says nothing, and she who is Tui loves him all the more.

She who is Yue turns her gaze back to Sokka and wishes she remembered what body-heat felt like. The only flesh she has is that of fin and scales.

The ocean rages in response to her despair when the Earth woman kisses the man she loves.

She who is Yue smiles at he who is La.

Re: Avatar: Sokka/Yue

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

*coos* Ohhhhhh the pretties. <3 Pretty pretty PRETTIES. I love the names going back and forth and around and COMPLETELY out there before roping back in, and also the oceandespair of Sokka/Suki. <333 Awesome. And the way Tui and La define each other and how Yue changes them, and doesn't change them but no, really, SERIOUS CHANGES, MAN. <333

wishes she remembered what body-heat felt like = SUPER awesome.

*snerks* You Hahnlover, you.

Avatar: Captain Avatar and the Planeteers (1/2)

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"What kind of power is Heart anyway?" Zuko asked, since it was something he'd been wanting to know since the first time Sokka punched him with the ring on. It was the only ring he'd never seen used in combat. Toph and Aang used their rings like secret identities were for other people, and Katara mostly saved hers for fighting pollution, and well, Zuko's father.

Sokka... Sokka usually just hit people with his. When he didn't have something else to hit them with.

"What kind of power does my ring have?" Sokka asked, giving Zuko a look like he was a slightly retarded puppy. "Seriously, you even have to ask? My ring has the most important power out there."

"But you never do anything with it."

Sokka squawked in indignation. "I never- I do things with it all the time! Do you not pay attention to the girls I'm dating?"

Zuko frowned. Somehow, he didn't think mystical artifacts from the spirit of the Earth herself were supposed to be use to pick up girls. "Well, you can't really fight with it, can you?"

"Uh, hello?" Sokka rapped his knuckles against Zuko's head. "Seriously, there are more important things in life than using your ring to set people on fire, or hit them with water, or bury them in rock, or knock them over with an airblast, or whatever."

He rubbed the red ring on his hand, tried not to think about how his father would react to it. "I've never used mine, I don't know if it even-"

Sokka hit him upside the head. "Ring of Fire, Zuko. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you can set things on fire with it."

Zuko crossed his arms and scowled at the other boy. He didn't have to take this from some kid on the swim-team who lived with two eco-terrorists for father, who was an eco-terrorist himself.

Except now Zuko was kind of an eco-terrorist too.

"What do you even do with it, though?" He demanded. "Let's see a little ring action."

"You first." Sokka grinned and flourished the yellow ring on his hand. "Come on, Zuko, set something on fire. Not me."

If Azula had made that kind of challenge, Zuko would have been grinding his teeth. No matter how much he loved his sister, and she loved him, they just scraped against each other. But Sokka doing it didn't bother him at all.

He raised his ring and pointed it at one of the walls. All right. Fire. Ring of Fire. The elemental power of fire. So. Burn? Please?

The wall did not burn.

Zuko scowled. Burn, damn it! Burn!

Sokka sighed. "Riiiight. Ring 101, for the not really pure of he- spirit among us: say the element's name or it's just a really tacky piece of retro-jewelry."

That should have really irritated Zuko, but Sokka treated everyone that way so it didn't sting. "That's stupid."

"And yet, it works."

"Fine." Zuko scowled at the wall. "Fire."

A blast of fire exploded from his ring, brilliant and bright and fiercely hot. Zuko had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

"Nice," Sokka commented when the flames went out. "So. Look over here a sec... Heart!"

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Some part of Zuko thought he should have been annoyed for Sokka using the ring on him. But really, with the way the light danced in Sokka's eyes, the subtle slide of muscle under skin in his swimmer's body, his hair looking so very touchable that Zuko just wanted to tangle his hands in it-

"Whoa," Sokka said in a worried tone. "You feeling all right, Zuko?"

"Fine," he purred, and then he pounced on the other boy, hands bunching in the bottom of Sokka's t-shirt, trying to push it up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, bad Zuko! Bad! Heart, dammit!" Sokka slammed his ring up under Zuko's chin, and it felt like clicking back into his own head.

"What the hell was that?!" He demanded, feeling a little sick.

"That is why I don't use my ring in combat," Sokka said, shoving at his chest. "You think I want some of the people we deal with doing what you just did? I just let it, you know, do the passive stuff."

Zuko scowled and backed off, angry that he hadn't scrambled off Sokka sooner. That was- that was vile.

"-Your girlfriends," he said, feeling even more nauseated.

"HELL NO," Sokka snapped. "I would never do something like that!"

"Great," Zuko muttered. "I'm on the side of eco-terrorists with mind-control."

Sokka slugged him. "You stupid jerk. You don't even know half of what I can do with this ring, and you're all angry and scared now? Fuck off, you're not the one who has to deal with choosing not to use it."

Zuko did something he hadn't been able to do a year ago when Aang had first showed up. He swallowed his pride. "I'm sorry."

"But you're still scared." Sokka looked at him keenly, somehow making it sound like an observation rather than a judgment.

"Yeah. I am," he said quietly.

"Yeah," Sokka replied. "Yeah."

*asks nicely* <333

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Rose!verse, Prince Azula. Hitting on Mai, hitting on Zuko, cackling at Zuko getting hit on by Chan and Ruon-Jian, cursing his breasts fucking up his beachwear preferences, versus Mai at the Boiling Rock--really, whatever strikes your fancy will probably make me gleeful.

. . . actually, hitting on Mai and Zuko simultaneously would be kind of glorious. >> Since I am QUITE sure he would relish the idea of fucking them in front of each other.

Bonus points for cock talk. Enormous bonus points for gender-confused sexualities.

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"I can't do this." Azula's breath came in ragged pants as he stared at his clothes. "I can't do this. You can't wear a shirt to the beach."

His clothes were all designed to emphasize his masculinity. They broadened his shoulders and pushed down his stupid breasts and filled in the tiny bit of hourglass shape he had. They made him look marvelously handsome.

They wouldn't work on a beach!

His hands curled into fists. He needed clothes. He needed clothes, and he needed to go out with Zuko and Mai. He needed to be handsome. He was going to be with three beautiful girls, and he needed to be handsome.

Stupid breasts. He hated them. They were ugly and they moved uncomfortably when he let them loose, and how did girls handle them?

Someone knocked on the door to his little room. "Azula?" Ty Lee called softly. "Want to see my suit?"

"Sure," he said, trying to sound bored rather than on the verge of a breakdown. Ty Lee always looked pretty when she dressed up. She had curves, and she knew how to devastate with them.

Ty Lee pranced in, a too tiny white skirt covering her bottom and a white top showing off the curve of her breasts and the tightness of her belly. She spun neatly in a circle, making her skirt lift and revealing the even shorter shorts underneath. "What do you think?"

Azula looked his friend up and down, admiring her body. "You look good."

Ty Lee preened a bit, then skipped over to look at his own clothes. She drew out a pair of swim trunks then one of Azula's tightest shirts. "Here, wear this. Well, let me cut the sleeves off first. You'll look really good."

Azula blinked and took the trunks from Ty Lee. "You can't wear a shirt on the beach."

"My next-oldest sister says a lot of the really fashionable guys, the daimyo's sons, are taking to doing it so they can show off their money," Ty Lee answered. She frowned at his shirt then just ripped the sleeves off. "Ooh, this'll be even better."

Azula smiled fondly at Ty Lee's back in a way he'd never do to her face. She always knew the right answer when he didn't.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, nibbling on her shoulder. She giggled and batted her hands at his arms.

"You need to finish getting ready, Azula! We're going to go out soon."

"But I like this," he replied, pressing a kiss to her jaw. "It's much more fun."

"Awww, but then Mai and Zuko will leave without us."

Azula grumbled as Ty Lee slipped out of his embrace and out of the room, then turned to the problem of arranging his breasts and cock in his clothes.

***

Mai was ravishing in her swim clothes, the long skirt swirling around her legs as she walked.

Zuko looked miserable, and her hair really needed to finish growing out again. The scruffy waif look did absolutely nothing for her.

Azula ran his fingers through it anyway, amusement flaring as Zuko jerked away from him. His sister was such a silly girl sometimes.

Boys at the beach fell all over themselves to help out Ty Lee, but Zuko got huffy when they tried to help Mai. Azula wanted to laugh at that almost as much as he wanted to drag Zuko into the water.

Then the volleyball game caught his attention.