Jetko Meme
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weirdletOkay, folks- I got art I need to be doing, stories I'm working on but which aren't gelling, and some things have been said that are setting me off in a 'yeah, you're right!' direction. SO. What we have here, is a Jetko meme. I get to work on one of my favorite pairings whilst trying to get more into their heads (Jet in particular is a slippery bugger), and we all get some hot starcrossed boy-love. Or hate. Whatever you like.
Give me a prompt, a sentence, a song, whatever; any AU/universe in progress you like, just so long as you keep to this restriction- no rape.
Two prompts per person, promise of one ficbit, standard not-very-fast warning applies.
Do have at it!
Give me a prompt, a sentence, a song, whatever; any AU/universe in progress you like, just so long as you keep to this restriction- no rape.
Two prompts per person, promise of one ficbit, standard not-very-fast warning applies.
Do have at it!
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Date: 2010-01-24 08:30 am (UTC)I have another totally random idea. Jet as an assassin/spy/CIA agent (something like that) assigned to kill Zuko. Zuko turns out to be a more difficult mark than expected. Somehow this leads to romance.
Let me know if you want me to modify these. :D
Bad Romance
Date: 2010-01-26 12:41 am (UTC)Things are smashing all around, sliding down shelves and shattering on impact and there’s going to be hell to pay tomorrow when Pao sees the state of his pantry. Neither of them really care.
“Firenation scum,” Jet is biting out, and deprived of his hooks, he sinks teeth into flesh. Hands tighten in his hair, and hot breath hisses by his ear, so hot, and lips follow that burn like brands and Li is pushing, slamming him up against the opposite wall so now Jet’s the one cornered.
“I don’t like you,” the scarred boy growls, and Jet would call him a perverse bastard for the hardon pressing up against him, except that his own is leaping out and he hates and lusts at the same time.
It’s possession. It’s competition. Each strives to brand the other, to win out and make the other react before something else makes them react. The teashop apron is burnt through at a strap and flung aside. Straps snap on Jet’s armor and that won’t be fixed in a hurry, and it clangs off so that Li can run profane fingers over lean, scarred shoulders under the shirt.
“Monster,” the Freedom Fighter gasps, and laughs when those hot fingertips dig into his stripes. The sound is smothered under Li’s lovely, lying mouth, crushing down hot and bruising, and they part with a curl of smoke that leaves him licking his lips for the taste and to make sure it’s all still there. The firebender does not look amused.
“Takes one to know one,” he growls, and those evil yellow eyes glint like spark-rocks before a misplaced caress makes him shiver, and then shudder and gasp before he pulls back, tearing away cloth in order to regain control of the situation. Jet lets him get his pants down, watches his own aching cock spring forth and wonder just what Li thinks he’s going to accomplish this way-
Too-hot-too-hot-mouth envelopes him, and there’s an obscene slide of tongue that makes him squeak. Li’s robe is getting wrinkled, his sleeves are practically torn off as Jet grips his shoulders with suddenly clenching, nerveless fingers.
They’re destroying each other, touch after touch, and no one’s going to walk away from this un-marred.
Okay, Jet concedes, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth- but only because he’s already planning his next counterattack. Round one to the firebender.
Re: Bad Romance
Date: 2010-01-26 12:52 am (UTC)This is my favorite line: "They’re destroying each other, touch after touch" Mmm, that image. I also appreciate that it's mutual destruction, because really, they would destroy each other.
This was perfect. Thanks a ton.
Re: Bad Romance
Date: 2010-01-26 01:17 am (UTC)Difficult Assassinations
Date: 2010-01-31 09:23 am (UTC)Former-Prince Zuko, the most wanted criminal in the Fire Nation-controlled world, had seemed like a worthwhile contract at the beginning. Spoiled prince, no resources, no allies, and no skin off his nose if those bloodthirsty assholes couldn't even keep it together amongst themselves. Do the world a favor, he'd thought- kill one more firebender, help the Fire Nation chip away at their own stability a little more, and get a blessed fuck-ton of money to plow back into his mercenary band's own personal war effort.
It'd seemed like a dream-job, right up until the target had slipped his tail in the HeiBai forest. His strongest trackers had been baffled, and they'd wasted almost a month hunting rumors until something had popped up in a ragged little village not far from the Misty Palms oasis, all the way out in Si Wong. It hadn't seemed possible- but there it was, just the same.
Jet had pushed pins into his map, chewed his everpresent straw for milky sap, and plotted what he would do with that fat trunk of dragon-gold coins, enough to choke their bearers on.
The chase had been on, with attempts on the prince at every convenient ambush-point they could get him herded towards. They weren't the only ones out there, though- and often, opportunities were lost to fighting off other assassins and sellswords, whether they were simply too close or had tried to ambush their competitors first.
And then, as if that wasn't enough- the prince started getting clever about things.
Haircuts, disguises, those things he could see past easily enough- who could forget a face like the one they were chasing? But the tricks and traps, the misdirection and doubling back- ohhh, those pissed him off. Just plain getting their asses kicked when they managed to pin the man down for a fight was embarrassing enough- then one night in Pohaui Stronghold, a blue-masked competitor had showed up and managed to trick his men into attacking each other.
Pipsqueak had been two months recovering from his injuries, and Sneers still couldn't even look at a frog without either giggling or cringing.
Smellerbee just sharpened her knives and ground her teeth in displeasure.
Faced with the increasing likelihood of a mutiny on his hands, Jet had sent most of his troops home on a series of smaller, less risky contracts, much closer to their original base. Only his most elite followers came on this last leg of the hunt, and Jet had been surprised to find he was almost disappointed at the thought of ending the chase.
Still. Business was business, even if he was beginning to wonder if it might not cause more trouble to the Fire Nation to leave Prince Zuko alive.
They'd come at last to Whale-Tail Island, a barren, scrubby little island that was home to a petty kingdom and a lot of buffalo-goats. Under the cover of not-much-more than a pack of out-of-work mercs looking to join the king's vanity-guard, Jet and his Freedom Fighters sleep in the local inn, taking watches and looking out for a weary traveler, scar on his face and money in his hide.
When he wakes up chained to the bedpost with a blue-masked figure on his chest, Jet is tired enough to admit he's impressed.
He's even more interested when the mask comes off and Prince Zuko himself stares back at him, gold-coin eyes sharp and frank.
"You want to get back at the Fire Nation, and I want the war to end.
"I have a proposition for you."
Re: Difficult Assassinations
Date: 2010-02-01 04:07 am (UTC)I know Zuko didn't mean it this way, but I think by this point everybody else knows what the use of the word proposition is going to do to Jet.
Awesome kickass Zuko + mentally stable Jet= hot sex, and the overthrow of the Fire Nation
:)
Re: Difficult Assassinations
Date: 2010-02-01 08:42 am (UTC)