Jetko ficbit

[weirdlet]

I've been reading a bunch of great fic lately, and it stirs up my envy and my frustration, because every time I try to write the stuff to fit my particular kinks, it comes out flat and out of character (not to mention, I know what bits go where but I have no instinct for writing the hotness).  Which is a shame, because in some niches it's *really* hard to find stuff done well- if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.  And that doesn't begin to count the non-kink stuff that's just 'what if?  what if these two got together, what if this gender was flipped, what if this event had gone unwitnessed?  What about after, and then this happened?' sorta stuff.

Still- sometimes bits just hit me outta nowhere and say that they're just fine, thank you.

 
Jet wanted to see his lover in those fine, silk robes, the red red fabric sliding over his skin like bloodied water.  He wanted to roll him over in that ridiculously large, sumptuous bed (how did you sleep that far off the ground? he thought, oblivious to all irony).  He wanted to lay him out, strip him down, and- oh yes, that was certainly the word- ravish Zuko until he knew, in his heart, in his body, in his soul, that the grand Prince of the Fire Nation was no more and no less than Jet's own, personal mounting block.

But first, he noted to himself as he clenched a stolen hairpin between his teeth- he had to get out of these chains.

This one, I gotta illustrate.

Comments

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

The grand Prince of the Fire Nation was no more and no less than Jet's own, personal mounting block.

Oh, Jet, this is why potential girlfriends (Katara) and boyfriends (Sokka, Zuko) and future ones (Aang) skitter away from you.

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Even at the best of times, he does tend to have an own-y sort of affection...

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

*dies* oh Jet, there's a reason Zuko keeps locking you up!

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

hehheh.