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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)

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. >>

Okay it came from Pux but SAME DIFFERENCE.

Maiko in the Ozai-swapped-his-kids-sexes universe. Plus five points for tripping over gender awkward. Plus ten points for Zuko owning more shoes than Mai. Plus TEN THOUSAND POINTS FOREVER for erotica or smut because if anything wins harder than that literal an interpretation of the "I'll make a man out of you" come-on I do not know WHAT it is.

No matter which of them is being made a man of. <<

Edited 2009-07-13 06:36 (UTC)

Princess Zuko is supposed to marry a man. Maybe one of those pretty ash-heads on Ember Island; Ruon-Jian is prettier than Zuko, so he'd go perfect as the new Prince Consort.

Mai ignores what Prince Azula says, and her fingers strike the inside of Azula's wrist hard enough to bruise when the prince reaches for her.

Azula has taken to maleness well. Ty Lee loves it, and she says Azula's cock feels so good. Mai doesn't want to know how Azula has a cock, but she does sometimes feel a bulge against her when Azula stands far too close.

She is not Azula's girlfriend, and the prince had best do well to remember that.

Zuko is not very good at being a woman, though he tries hard. So it's a shock to see him in Ba Sing Se, his hair hacked short and dressed in clothes unmistakably meant for a man. The scar is the same, but his face is unpainted, and Mai nearly finds it in her to pin him to the Earth King's throne and see how good his cock feels.

She only embraces him, though, and he returns the gesture mechanically. He is a dead man walking for the rest of the night, and it is only when Azula makes an off-hand comment about Iroh imprisoned that Mai realizes why.

Zuko comes out of his fugue and also doesn't. Azula pushes his brother and uses Mai to goad him, so that Zuko will return home and be Ozai's daughter again.

Mai knows Zuko will never be Ozai's daughter again. But she goes along with it, because Zuko needs to come home, because she cannot take much more of Azula. Because there is a strength in Zuko that wasn't visible before, even if she's the only one who seems to see it.

The day they are to leave, Mai finds Zuko sitting in front of a mirror, dressed in a traveling almost-gown like hers. Zuko's is red and gold as opposed to red and black, and his face is painted again, so subtly it's barely there.

He's staring at his hair in despair, and Mai picks up the brush to do something so he will look more like the woman he is not.

Jet waited until Smellerbee was asleep to sneak out of his bedroll. He gave Longshot a little wave, and the archer gave him a Look. Jet shrugged it off with a grin and disappeared into the woods. He'd come back. He always came back.

Sometimes he thought he shouldn't. Longshot and Smellerbee deserved more to their lives than dealing with his foibles. Foibles, hah! They'd left another town again because of him. Because he hated Firefolk, and he feared earthbenders, and the two of them were just too devoted to force him to deal with it.

(Too kind, because the last time he'd tried to deal with it, with Haru, nice and safe and handsome Haru, he'd nearly slit the other man's throat.)

Jet wandered off through the woods and almost missed the days when things were simpler. When Firefolk had been the enemies, and Earthfolk had been on his side.

Damn Ba Sing Se. He hoped the whole city drowned.

He wandered for hours, and when dawn came, he climbed a tree and tucked himself in the fork where a branch met the tree-trunk. He was asleep before he closed his eyes, and he didn't wake until the sun set.

Jet grinned as he stretched, still sitting in the fork of the branch. He still had it.

There was someone out there in the dusk. Jet's eyes narrowed, and he slid down to the forest floor. Not Longshot and Smellerbee, he didn't think.

He crept forward, listening to the babble of a brook and the sound of someone setting up camp. In the fading light, he could make out the silhouette of a man, bigger than him and muscular, hair down to his mid-back and falling in a veil across his face.

The man pushed his hair back in a practiced motion, then drew out a pair of sparkstones and lit a campfire.

In the firelight, Jet's breath stopped.

Lee.

There was no scar, and there was a beard, and the man was old enough to be Lee's father-

("My nephew," Old Man Mushi always said of Lee.)

Oh. Huh. Lee's father.

He looked very much like Lee. Very, very much. Jet scowled down at his body, feeling betrayed that his cock still got hard as a rock when something reminded him too strongly of Lee.

Lee's father wore browns and coppers rather than the browns and greens Lee and his uncle had worn. He didn't make his camp like any of the Earthfolk Jet had ever met, though. It wasn't a Fire camp, at least; Jet could say that with some authority.

"Are you going to lurk out there all night?" The man asked in a raspy voice so Fire it made Jet's teeth ache.

"Nah," Jet said easily as he stood up. He sauntered into the camp as if he owned it.

Lee's father regarded him with something like cold contempt, but Jet got the impression he did that with everyone. It just made Jet grin at him, though he suspect his grin was a little too sharp around the edges.

"Met a kid who looked like you once," Jet said casually. "Big burn scar over his left eye. Kind of ugly." Kind of hot.

Lee's father looked at him, then at the fire. "I've the Winter Queen's own luck," he said, the words meaning nothing to Jet when strung all together like that.

"Old enough to be your son," Jet continued, because he was damned sure he'd seen a flicker of something in those bright eyes when he'd mentioned the scar.

Lee's father rubbed his sparkrocks together, stone rasping against stone. "Not quite. We had him late."

Jet grinned. "Definitely wasn't old enough to be the old man's son."

"That son is long dead," Lee's father said, an old ache in his voice like he'd lost his own son instead of Lee's uncle losing his.

"Lee, that was his name," Jet said as if Lee's father wouldn't know his own son's name. (And why did he expect the man didn't? Oh, right, because Lee was a filthy liar.)

"Why am I not surprised?" Lee's father murmured, shaking the sparkrocks in his hand like a pair of dice.

Jet's next words came out flat and hard as a sword-blade. "-Lee was a firebender."

A smile curved Lee's father's mouth, and Jet thought of the hand-guard on his trusty hook-swords. "I think you'll find," he said, and he struck the sparkrocks together, "That I am not such."

"Lee used sparkrocks," Jet accused, staring into those bright eyes. Lee had eyes that color, though not as hard. His had been just as broken around the edges, though.

"You met my son during the war," Lee's father said. "If I could firebend, never mind why I would be out in the middle of these forsaken woods instead of in the Fire Nation, why would I bother to hide it?"

Because people still hate firebenders. Because no one really trusts this peace. Because- Jet stared into Lee's father's face and realized the man wouldn't ever care about what other people thought or feared of him.

"He never did say about the scar," Jet said, trying to distract himself. Lee hadn't inherited his father's mouth, and his cock was voting that was a damn shame.

"Oh, that?" Lee's father put the sparkrocks away. "He upset his uncle once."

"But-" Jet felt the protest on his lips, but he'd seen Old Man Mushi firebend, he'd seen it. In the middle of fucking Ba Sing Se! Of course a man like that wouldn't think it was terrible to scar his nephew.

What was ugly, though, was how much devotion to his uncle Lee still had.

"But?" Lee's father asked, voice careful as walking on broken glass.

Jet couldn't imagine what it was like, watching your wife's brother scar your son so horribly. And not being able to do anything about it, because what could someone from the Fire Nation who couldn't firebend do against a firebender? Firefolk used weapons sometimes, sure, but weapons rarely were good enough to take firebenders.

He knew that.

"Nothing," he said, shaking it off.

Lee's father looked too much like Lee, and not at all like Lee's uncle. Except Lee's father was a grown man, and Jet would never think of Lee growing up. Lee was the boy he met on the ferry; Lee would stay the boy he met on the ferry.

Jet wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man grown, and Lee's father was very tempting - handsome and a fucking gorgeous mouth.

He'd never been good at resisting temptation.

Jet didn't offer, because an offer might be refused. He just sauntered over, letting Lee's father's bright eyes burn into him. He put his hands on Lee's father's waist, and the man looked amused. Like he'd been given a toy to play with, and Jet didn't want to think about that, so he kissed Lee's father instead.

The man responded to the kiss, but Jet stayed dominant in it, his beard rasping against Lee's father's face.

He'd never fucked someone from the Fire Nation before. (He'd almost fucked Lee, almost kissed him, almost, almost, almost.)

Edited 2009-10-06 05:56 (UTC)

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

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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

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

Edited 2009-07-17 00:50 (UTC)

'I like the touch of noting the Avatar's past lives in the 'records'. And Sokka being so spastic and well, Piandao being an artist makes me VERY happy. "

Now that I think about it, Aang's an artist too. Unless the Macaroni Lord picture has lines under the noodles.

And now looking back, there are all these little details that Sokka gives that I want to know about. (What did Jerkbender do, this time?)

I am not honestly sure what Zuko did this time, but I am open to suggestions!

The bit with Haru will come up again in a later fic, assuming I ever write it.

*bweeeeee!* XD MY CRAVING IS SATED. <333

Dude, that was UNSPEAKABLY romantic. Also, Piandao is a perv. <333333 *hearts. hearts so hard.*

AND POET SOKKA. :DDDDDDDD I love how his letter is so matter-of-fact and exasperated and HIM riiiiight up until "oh noes it might be a while before we can hang again" and then suddenly, BAM: LOVE POETRY. BETTER'N BA SING SE, BABY.

I reaaally like the history-feeling behind this, too--with "she who once was" as the almost-narrator except not at all and how Piandao is just fine with waiting for Sokka to come to him whenever he can and Sokka's so much younger and frustrated and short about it. "I miss you, they need me, maybe."

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

What, I ask, is the point of being an artist if one cannot render erotica? *grins*

Sokka totally learns more poetry in my head-canon. He's got a natural knack for it, as demonstrated by the haiku slam. Plus, so much fun to go digging through my erotic poetry book for something appropriate. Really pleased the letter came across as in-character.

*purrs and twines around* Some things deserve to be remembered.

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suzukiblu's Captain Avatar index. This, along with the Sokka and Zuko fic elsewhere in this meme, makes me want to start chewing through your archives. I (urgently, severely, desperately) need to sleep tonight, but I think I may spend much of tomorrow relaxing while reading your journal. Thank you for writing this.

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."

What a honeymoon. I love how awkward Zuko is with Toph, he refuses to let himself be comfortable due to that. She has to mother him. It's cute. ^_^

You can also see the difference between canon!Zuko and LaS!Zuko but can see the traits both aspects share.

TOKO. <333

Oh Zuko, you are so very awkward, even when you're not actually being awkward at all and are really just being chivalrous and as close to cool as you get. Too bad Toph is the last girl in the WORLD to appreciate chivalry. <<

I am so impressed and pleased with your characterization of Zuko here--Spyri's right, I can see canon and noncanon aspects to his character, and what I love most about AUs is a well-struck balance between those. Which means, of course, that LaS Zuko and LaS Toph are both full of WIN and while being the themselves that I love are still exactly what I love about CANON Toko, too. *griiins*

"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.

Well, hey, maybe she wanted to be devoured.

Love, love that line. And I love how cocky Jet is being, and I wonder what is cranking in his head. And how he takes being ignored for 'Lee' so well.

Last line FTW. *purrs*

Jet you manipulative bastard. <3 Zuko you COMPLETELY INCURABLE OPTIMIST. XDDD I really like seeing these two sort of being friends and sort of failing at it, it's greatly enjoyable. *purrs more, STROKES it* I am starting to get a serious thing for nonship Jet and Zuko, and you have just fed it even MORE.

And I really, reaaaaally like the way you wrote Zuko lusting after Song. It's very attractive.

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INSERT REQUESTS FIVE THROUGH EIGHT. <3

AND NOW ALSO NINE. <333

TEN. IT CAME TO ME IN A BLINDING FLASH OF BRILLIANCE JUST AS I KNEW IT WOULD.

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