weirdlet | Mpreg Meme

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

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

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.

“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!

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

Brainwashed!Zuko pregnant by a Dai Li

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.

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!"

>^.^<

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

Hahn thinks he might have preferred to be left floating in the Spirit Oasis, thank you. ^^

He certainly would! Then he wouldn't have to deal with stupid Sohkka and the stupid baby and all of his friends shunning him.

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.”

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.

(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.

*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.

And I'd love to know exactly how Zuko reacted to Azula pulling this one before they dragged him away and bent his mind.

It's not just you, I keep trying to be cracky and coming up with Solemnity, Dignity and No More Fun more easily.

Gimme a continuance prompt, I'll see what I can come up with.

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!”

Not well. Not well at all.

*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.

^^ purring is good.

Well, I'd love to see it, because I'm cruel that way) so prompt number one is how that goes down and how Azula gets the idea. And who she negotiates with, because somehow I can't see Kuei negotiating this one, or even, you know, not getting eaten by Azula, on his own.

It's a running gag on the Potions and Snitches website that I am the angst muse, and if you give me a crack or fluff prompt, not only will I play it straight, I will make it either deeply angsty or deeply creepy. Or both. I shall do the same in Avatar, I'm sure. My brain doesn't do happy.

prompt number two is Zuko escapes, what happens when he starts slipping again and how do the rebels deal with a pregnant guy?

Prompt three is the labor and the baby. Protective!Exhausted!Zuko.

I'm going on a car trip tomorrow, and won't have internet until I get to the hotel, so I might not reply back as promptly as normal.

the last two lines killed me.

Perfectly understandable^^

I shall play with these.

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.

Prompt number one!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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