Mpreg Meme

[weirdlet]

I'd intended to toss one of these out there someday, only to find I was not alone, and held off to enjoy the others^^  So- if it please you, toss me a pairing/person and a prompt, and I'll see what I can cook up.  Avatar fandom only, please, although if it's something I recognize I'll see what I can come up with.

Let's say two prompts per person, promise of one ficbit.

Don't be shy, it's all in good cracky fun!


(Standard warning about not being superfast applies.)

Comments

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Hakoda/Ozai. Nine months ago, they were snowed in together.

Sokka/Hahn. "Sohkka." "You are doing it on purpose at this point!"

Sokka/Hahn "You are doing it on purpose at this point!"

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

“Hey, Sohkka.” Not rising to the bait. Not rising to the bait.

The Southern warrior turned around, gritting his teeth in what could charitably be called a smile. “Yes, dear?”

The fishing net caught him in the face.

“Sea-chicken. Now.” The bigger boy leaned against the wall of the stairwell, arms crossed and face grimly set. His parka lay heavily over his front, down-stuffed leather covering, but not concealing, the rounded midsection that had caused such consternation.

“But it’s the middle of the night!” Will not kill the bearer of my child. Am responsible for his condition and subsequent not-official-but-everyone-looks-at-you-funny loss of status in the tribe.

“It’s January, it’s always the middle of the night.” Curse you, logic!

“But the sea-chicken migration doesn’t start until April!” Get out of that one, O obnoxious loverboy!

“You’d better get going, then,” Hahn growled, and Sokka knew the look in his eye that said serious business and resigned himself to a cold boat or a cold bed. Apparently the great clans of the Northern Tribe had a ‘you break it, you bought it’ attitude towards marriage and children when that order got mixed up, and Sokka found himself in the position of having to keep his near-princely ‘wife’ happy or face wrathful in-laws. And this was all well before things got to the point of divorce, at which point he would be in serious trouble.

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to tolerate salted?” he replied hopefully.

The glower and finger stabbing towards the door said no. Sokka gathered up the net with a sigh and turned to go into exile.

Time to man up and act the father, Sokka. Think of it this way- you get to test the bait-propellant!

Re: Sokka/Hahn "You are doing it on purpose at this point!"

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

*claps* I like! Oh, Hahn, you are the bitchiest mama ever, I bet. Especially since that led to a shotgun wedding with Sokka. <333

Re: Sokka/Hahn "You are doing it on purpose at this point!"

[permetaform]

“But it’s the middle of the night!” Will not kill the bearer of my child. Am responsible for his condition and subsequent not-official-but-everyone-looks-at-you-funny loss of status in the tribe.

“It’s January, it’s always the middle of the night.” Curse you, logic!

::dies and dies:: ohhh logic. PWNT! ::fistpump!::

Hakoda/Ozai- Nine months ago, they were snowed in

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Nine months ago, they were snowed in together. Now here they are again, though at least this time they have food and firewood and it’s home, not a hunting lodge.

Hakoda wakes up to find the former Firelord crouched like a caged panther, slung low and angry and hurting. His rounded sides shiver, and Hakoda knows if he touches the other man he will strike.

So he gets up, and puts on water, and acts as if it’s another ordinary day beneath the snow. There’s food to thaw in the storeroom, and always things to do, mending, sharpening, tending the implements that make life on the ice possible.

He’s relieved and terrified when Ozai reaches out and grabs his arm in passing.

“It’s not like with Zuko, something’s wrong-“ he hisses.

Re: Hakoda/Ozai- Nine months ago, they were snowed in

[permetaform]

D=

oh...

ooh my.

and the implications re:zuko. D=

!!!

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

The quotes don't have to be in the story

Bato/Hakoda; "When you sire two children, you can't help but be shocked there's one inside you." Hakoda is the 'mother', since he was a stud in the other m-preg memes.

Aang/Zuko with implied Aang/Zuko/Mai; "Everyone thought Aang had the flu and Mai had morning sickness, everyone was wrong." Zuko needs to stop being the mother, even if Aang doms and often tops.

Bato/Hakoda, Because Hakoda is a Stud in the other memes.

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

It’s one of those rare things that usually only happens in whispered spirit-stories, things that happen to shamans and those who walk between the worlds. Apparently blasphemy will do just as well, although they don’t often mention the goings-on in that particular set of hotsprings with the carving and the offerings that in hindsight, should have been a warning.

No matter, done is done. The usual way the stories go, is the man goes into his home and takes the part of a wife, and no one says otherwise until the baby’s on solids and the man returns, as if from a long voyage. But Hakoda is chief, and there’s so much to do, rebuilding his village, his family, his tribe- and Bato is briefly amused by the idea, but wouldn’t ask that of his leader and lover.

So he wears a heavy parka, and directs the work, and flows around the strange looks and appalled glances from his Northern brothers. They’re on his ice-floe, and they can like it or swim home. Sokka is managing to be equal parts in denial and utterly supportive; Katara is shocked and curious when she’s home from her voyages, and it’s very strange to have his daughter lay glowing hands on him, to reassure him that everything’s alright.

Hakoda keeps up the calm, steady face of a father and a leader, answers or denies questions with a smile, and goes home to his tent every night (the fancy meeting-hall the waterbenders are building is nice, but it’s not the chief’s home yet).

It’s then, with Bato laying warm beside him and his shirt off, that he lets himself look on in surprise. In the terror of a new father who’s sure he’s forgotten all he knows about babies in the last fifteen years. In love, cradling the rich future close and kicking inside of him. In mourning, missing Kya and wondering if this is how she felt carrying their first children, so round in his arms instead of him round in Bato’s.

A fire-scarred hand rests over his belly, and the shock eases, as it always does. In this hour, between the dying embers and the dawn, Hakoda can feel those doubts-

And let them flow away, sure and steady as the tides.

Re: Bato/Hakoda, Because Hakoda is a Stud in the other memes.

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

*purrs, just purrs.*

A fire-scarred hand rests over his belly, and the shock eases, as it always does.

This is why Hakoda is Bato's boyfriend.

Re: Bato/Hakoda, Because Hakoda is a Stud in the other memes.

[permetaform]

oh this is nice! I love the little details like the people's appalled looks and the in-between walkers and sokka being equal parts.

A fire-scarred hand rests over his belly, and the shock eases, as it always does. In this hour, between the dying embers and the dawn, Hakoda can feel those doubts-

And let them flow away, sure and steady as the tides.

that was beautiful.

Aang/Zuko/Mai: "Everyone thought Aang had the flu and Mai had morning sickness."

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

There are certain rules and boundaries that become so ingrained, everyone mostly expects them to be followed without a thought; and those that cross them, or imply crossing them, are regarded as scandalous, risky- sometimes even criminal.

But when you're part of the generation that stopped a war, rebuilt the Nations and basically gave the finger to a lot of centuries-old tradition in the process, free love is sort of small potaturnips in comparison. Besides, the Avatar’s supposed to promote union, peace and harmony between the four nations, and what’s more harmonious than a well-organized and (according to the sharp-eared maids) enthusiastic threesome?

Besides, it’s Midwinter, and in light of the triumphant rebirth of the sun, a lot of small sins are swept under the rug.

When the Lady Consort ends up very publicly ill at a banquet, tongues wag. It couldn’t be said she was no better than she ought to be, with her husband beside her the whole time, but speculations runs rampant about whether or not they’re going to have an airbending heir to the Burning Throne.

But then the Avatar himself follows suit, and a stomach bug goes through most of the high court before they lock things down, excoriate the kitchen staff and bring things back to normal in time for a formal hunt. The Avatar declines, and takes off on his flying bison for the mountains or the polar ice caps or wherever it is he decides to go next.

Lady Mai does not announce her pregnancy.

Gossip, as it ever does, runs rampant, although the first time the Firelord’s wife hears such speculation in the same room several women end up with suddenly pierced ears. The fashion trend does not catch on.

Long about six months later at the high Midsummer festivals, the Avatar returns, offering smiles and hugs for his favorite royal couple and sporting a rounded belly in distinct contrast with his long, willowy frame.

The young Firelord turns terribly red and buries his face in his hands, and the Lady Mai cracks up right there in public, something that’s been noted on calendars ever since.

Re: Aang/Zuko/Mai: "Everyone thought Aang had the flu and Mai had morning sickness."

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

*Grins.* I am so glad that Mai is all right with this, and I am also so glad there's implications that Aang and Zuko find the Lady Mai very desirable.

Re: Aang/Zuko/Mai: "Everyone thought Aang had the flu and Mai had morning sickness."

[permetaform]

this is brill and deliciously cute =D

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

I would give anything to see Long Feng pregnant, I don't care how.

Brainwashed!Zuko pregnant by a Dai Li

Brainwashed!Zuko, Pregnant by a Dai Li (ish)

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

(Took a few liberties with this, hope you don’t mind…)

The princess is approaching her confinement, and it occurs to her that something’s not right. She takes it up with her attendant, because of course taking it up with her husband is not appropriate. He would call for her if she was needed.

“There will be a nursemaid, of course,” her odd maid says, all in green. The princess frowns, sure that wasn’t quite what she asked, but her day is full and her child is heavy, and if her gown is a little less well-filled than others, well, she’s a peace-bride, chosen for strong alliances and not for beauty.

There is no war in Ba Sing Se, and she is part of why.

There are some days, though, when she remembers- and she has gotten better at hiding it. Gotten better at hiding the sudden shock of feeling the life-spark burning in her, the shock of thinking I am a prince, and I should not be here, the thought that this is not my life and this is my life, I was bartered for peace but not this way…

I was bartered for domination because I am this way.

The child kicks inside herhim, and he rests his palms there. He is Prince Zuko, once Crown Prince, now declared defective and given as tenth wife to the Earth King. Something that was done quietly, in backroom deals and underground catacombs and for once, the plants don’t boil in their pots.

For once, he does not hear-think that she has been invited to Lake Laogai, and she is honored to accept.

She is the wife who will bring her child dominion over the Earth Kingdom. He is the father who will bring his child to safety-

-out of reach of either Fire or Earth.

The rebels are coming, water and air, and he knows exactly how to get their attention.

Re: Brainwashed!Zuko, Pregnant by a Dai Li (ish)

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

*wibbles* Why do I always feel compelled to stick an angst-ridden prompt into what's supposed to be crack? I love the way you showed his mind going from completely fogged to clear, and I hate to say this, but I'd love to see this continued, with Zuko getting the rebel's attention, and what happens when she slips back and forth into and out of her fugue state. Um, wow. Poor Zuko must be even more isolated than normal there.

Re: Brainwashed!Zuko, Pregnant by a Dai Li (ish)

[permetaform]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

SO OMG.

really neat use of stream of consciousness and POV and...

wow, all the implied BACKSTORY. D=

I...WOW.

It felt like reading a novel, reading this bit.

[calicojane.livejournal.com]

Zuko/Jet - Somebody has to inform Jet that the child he's carrying was fathered by the new Fire Lord, and is thus heir to the throne. Volunteers, anyone? >_>;

Zuko/Sokka - "If it were just Zuko treating me like I'm made of glass that would be one thing, but the damn dragon's doing it too!"

>^.^<

Zuko/Jet- Informing Jet his child is heir to the Fire Nation

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

They caught up with the Freedom Fighters by following the reports of highly-selective banditry. This time the welcome was a lot more cautious, and Smellerbee went up to talk with their leader for a long time before letting any of the gang near the hidden rope-ladders.

Katara had come prepared to fix what had been left undone under Lake Laogai. She hadn’t been prepared for this.

“Katara- Sokka, Aang. To what do I owe this honor?” Jet addressed them, casually sarcastic from his hammock. Avatar or no, diplomatic team or no, he was not getting up without help.

“We- that is, I wanted to apologize for leaving you. I hadn’t worn the spirit water and you told us to go and there was no time-“

“Forgiven, forgotten,” Jet waved away her apologies, though she knew this sort of thing had to stick with a person. He heaved himself upright with a grunt, grabbing a rope that had been set up for just such purposes, one hand coming to rest on his stomach. His smile was the same as ever, and Katara didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

“Why are you really here?”

“Three things. One- the Fire Nation banditry’s got to stop, and don’t feed me any crap this time. Two, we’re here with formal apologies from the new Fire Lord- he sent us specifically to you, with a note that boils down to his life’s blood belongs to other people, but if he could ever make things right with you, he would. Don’t ask me how he knows you,” though she was getting a nasty, sneaking suspicion.

Jet paused to rub at his lower back, and she could see the stretchmarks where his shirt rode up. That was not a result of his injuries.

“And the third?” he asked, eyebrows arched dangerously.

“Well- to heal you. You’ve got to be in pain- and the after-effects of surviving those kinds of injuries can be long and nasty…”

“I’m doing just fine, thanks,” he lied smoothly, and Sokka rolled his eyes. Aang just stood back with his staff held straight. “Just who is this new Firelord, to think he can apologize to me?”

Katara dug into her bag and pulled out the leaflet, one of many that was being distributed across the nations to announce the coronation and war’s ending. Her glance to the guys had them quietly backing out of the tree-house, and she smoothed the paper, offering it to Jet.

Aang held Sokka back when they started to hear things smashing amidst violent curses.

…

An hour or so later, they peeked by the door, and Longshot and Smellerbee were in the branches doing the same thing by the edges of the tarp roof.

Katara was sitting next to Jet in the hammock, cradling him like a ragged, broken doll, glowing hands running soothingly up and down his sides. He was leaning close, like he hadn’t done since his mother, and whispering something like “I wanted her, I wanted her…” He finally looked up, angry tears streaked hot on his face.

“She stays with me.”

Re: Zuko/Jet- Informing Jet his child is heir to the Fire Nation

[permetaform]

He was leaning close, like he hadn’t done since his mother, and whispering something like “I wanted her, I wanted her…”


ohhhh snap

Zuko/Sokka- Being treated like glass, down to the dragon

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Sokka is determined. He is a Water-tribe warrior, and a kickass swordsman, and not a bad plan-guy as well. He has right on his side, might in his arm, and a will to conquer!

Which does nothing to help with the scaly neck barring his path out the palace door.

“Oh, this is so not on,” he groaned, giving Ajit’s neck a solid thump. The dragon wheezed, and didn’t move in any appreciable way. “Look, I’m not going to do anything tiring or damaging, I’m just going to go out and practice, alright?”

The enormous reptile slunk forward a few yards, now pressing his entire shoulder against the doorframe rather than merely his waist-high neck.

“Look, it’s good for me to keep in shape! The healers said as much! Stop being such an obnoxious, overprotective, babying, fat-headed this-is-all-my-weird-dragon-bonded-ass’s-fault-so-I’m-so-paranoid-I’ll-wrap-you-in-fluff-and-stuff-you-under-glass jerk-!!”

“Are you talking to him or to me?”

Sokka drooped forward, will to rebel spent.

“Hi, your majesty m’love.” Trying to pull it off coolly was out of the question. Instead, Sokka simply leaned against Ajit’s tree-trunk neck and made the beast useful for something.

Zuko tried to slide his arms around the other young man’s thickened waist by way of greeting, and Sokka straight-armed him.

“Oh no. Noooo no no. No snuggles until I can get a decent workout without the entire palace down to the frickin’ dragon blocking my way!”

“But Sokka-“

“No!”

“Sokk-“

“Nu-uh!”

“But-!”

“Do not try to reason your way out of this!”

“I was going to go get my swords…?” the Firelord said in a small voice, and Sokka stopped cold.

“Well- uh,” he started, and settled down to confusion rather than wrath, somewhat mollified. “That’s better. Yes, I would like a nice, quiet sparring match. I am neither waddling nor so delicate as to require kid-gloves, and I am going crazy stuck inside. No one is going to kidnap me, rocks are not going to fall and squish me, and I’m not such an uncaring bastard as to go and mess up my own offspring by overdoing it!”

Zuko was looking contrite. It was a very good look on him. “I’m sorry, Sokka- you’re a capable warrior and hardly showing and I was wrong to try and keep you from your basic routine.”

Sokka was just about to throw wide his arms and tell him that all was forgiven.

“Besides, all this stress isn’t good for the baby.”

“AAAAAAAARGH!”

[floranna.livejournal.com]

Yeahaa!

Is this open still?

Well,´how about Hakoda/Zuko, Katara and Sokka are feeling the weirdness when their firend is expectingg their father's child.

Ozai/Zuko, this shouldn't happen.

I won't have time to comment, I'll leave away from computer for a week. So sorry!

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

No problem, just stop by when you get back!

*plots evilly*

Hakoda/Zuko, Feeling the Awkward Pt.1

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

The Firelord is young and strong, despite his struggles- or perhaps because of them. The Southern Chief is old and strong, and thinks that the boy with the pale skin and gold eyes will be a good man, sound and worthy- or perhaps he already is, and it’s just his own years that make the islander seem so very much at the start of his potential, barely tapped.

Hakoda isn’t drained to the dregs yet by any stretch. But the years pass, just a few, but one after another, and another Solstice meeting comes by. The extreme ends of the year belong to each others’ peoples and their celebrations, but the other two quarters are there to travel the world and work on international relations. What it boils down to is an excuse to have really rollicking parties and reassure everyone that the other side isn’t so bad anymore.

The Southern Tribe’s hosting this year, on the relatively neutral ground of Whale-Tail island. The air is nippy and the ground is frosted, but the joined camps aren’t buried in snow- even so, a lot of the activities are going to be inside around the firepits, as a sop to their easily-chilled guests. Hakoda greets them; Earth Kingdom merchant-nobles, his grown children and the Avatar, a young man now, and the lord of the nation that was once their greatest enemy. He greets them all, and feels old and nearly empty. It’s not a bad feeling- but it’s there, hanging about his lined face and grey-threaded hair.

The feasting goes on into the night.

There are negotiations and arguments, and stories and games and contests of skill, and dancing breaks out soon after the stronger wine does. Aang leads the first round, striding cheerfully by the fire; he is limned with blue arrows and ducking and weaving fit to grace the ballrooms of Ba Sing Se. More follow him, and the great tent is filled with laughing and stamping, men and women dropping their dignity and letting their feet fly. His son and his daughter-in-law practice a strange, scandalous dance from Omashu, whirling face to face in circles through the crowd. Even the young Firelord gets in on the act, bringing what’s been resurrected of the Fire Nation dancing tradition to the floor.

It seems to be designed to show him off like a hot stallion, and the awkwardness that had filled his first ruling years seems to be reserved only for close friends, now. Zuko is in his prime, neither untried nor overly worn, a glass more than half-full and brimming with strength and life.

Later, when the wine’s been drunk and the fire flickers and smoke swirls up to greet the beaming stars, Hakoda can’t help but ask for a sip.

…

The year turns, and it’s half again another before the leaders meet again at the same place, this time for more serious matters. There are several earth kingdoms that don’t wish to resubmit to the yoke of Ba Sing Se, rogue Water-tribesmen committing piracy, everyone must fuss and blame as well as dine and dance- it goes in cycles, the tone of these meetings. Hakoda simply attends and does his best to keep his people’s niche carved out while not making things more difficult than they have to be.

The Firelord’s representatives take the floor for the first few days, before the man himself arrives, quietly. Hakoda goes to greet him, between the end of a meeting and the start of dinner, and is taken aback.

Before, Zuko was brimming with life, enough to revive and revitalize an old chief missing his youth.

Now, he is full with it.

The Firelord stands in his tent, clad in red and cradling his stomach- it stands out from his warrior’s frame, although if he were to wear the full robes of his position it would be hard to tell. Hakoda wouldn’t say that age has made him set in his ways- but surely this is not happening.

“Um.”

…

Ozai/Zuko, This Shouldn't Happen (1/however many it needs)

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

(Apologies, a few liberties with the intent, but this one’s been dyin’ to get out)

It is said, in the days after his defeat and Firelord Zuko’s ascension to the throne, that Ozai lay in a stupor of despair and could not be comforted, even were anyone to try. The man had been strong and proud, standing at last atop the whole of the world, as none had ever done before him, lord of his own fate and beholden to none lesser. And now all, all was in ashes around him.

Zuko did not have time to attend his father- he had a country to put to rights and a war to restructure into an age of peace and healing. He had found his own two feet and was not willing to be suckered into the game of ‘you bite, I snatch away’ again for love and approval.

It did come to his attention one day, that the guards had noticed their former lord putting on weight that could not be explained away by simple inactivity, nor extra meals bought with bribery for he had nothing to bargain with. Zuko didn’t want to think anything of it, but things had been entirely too quiet from those quarters and he might as well check it out now.

It wasn’t a formal visit. Late in the evening, he walked up the path to the cliffside dungeon, clad in a heavy cloak that signaled, much like stagehands’ black clothing at a play, that he was to be acknowledged but ignored. Guards made way for him and ushered him where they knew he wished to go.

The Firelord’s personal prison wasn’t as empty as he would have liked, but there was still space enough that Ozai’s cell was far away from any that might speak or conspire with him.

As Zuko and his guards approached, he could swear he heard- humming. A deep, resonant sound that idled across some tuneless air, and he would swear he could never remember, could not even imagine his father making that sort of sound ever in his life.

Oh, something was up, and he meant to find out what and snuff it out before it had a chance to spread.

The door clanged open and Firelord Zuko stepped through. There was no party of conspirators to break up, no sorcerous devilry about to whisk his father away with a flash and an evil laugh.

There was just Ozai, lounging in the corner of his cell, hair draggled without the topknot keeping it in order, humming as if he were lazing about in a sunlit field. He wore the same simple prison uniform, hands and feet bare, and did not look up or stop when his son entered the room.

Zuko paused, almost disappointed that the man could still get him worked into a paranoid frenzy without even a fraction of the power he’d thought Ozai wielded as a boy, through the sheer enigmatic mystery of fatherhood.

The fallen Phoenix King brought his nameless song to an end and glanced sidelong at his son, neither smiling nor grimacing but somehow giving the impression that behind the mask of his face he was grinning like a fox, with many teeth.

“To what do I owe this honor?”

“You’re not moping anymore. What are you up to?”

Ozai shrugged, perhaps the most informal gesture Zuko had ever seen him make, and did not uncross his arms. “I? I am doing nothing. Perhaps I have merely found peace in a simple life. The sun sets, and rises, and the world moves on.”

“You’re starting to sound like Azula. I thought you were above her sorts of games- or at least better at them.” Now the gold eyes narrowed, and the smile grew a little tighter. Ozai flicked his gaze to the guards at Zuko’s sides, and he dismissed them with a curt gesture.

The door shut, and Zuko strode forward. He glowered through the bars, watched as his father got lazily to his feet and stood an equal distance away, neither trusting the other to get within arm’s length.