weirdlet | Jetko Meme

Okay, 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!

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From:

weirdlet.livejournal.com

Mushi- no, Iroh, is down with breakfast, or lunch or something. Jet can’t believe he’s on the ship, the ship that’s supposed to have all the people who are fighting against the Fire Nation on it-

But Iroh isn’t paying attention to him, not yet, he’s gone down to his knees at the girl’s side and Jet really sees her for the first time as she’s dragged into the ragged embrace of her uncle. This can’t be who Mushi had said he was looking for- for one thing, he’d said he was looking for his nephew, and this is-

Shit, that’s the princess the Earth King married, he’s seen the wedding banns where they were pasted up on walls in forgotten layers in the Lower Ring. She’s Fire Nation- and so was Mushi and seriously, what the hell were they doing here?

“Nephew,” Mushi is saying, and the girl, the really pregnant girl is turning to look straight at him. Him. She has a scar around one eye and a look that he’s seen on too many survivors’ faces. “This young man across the way is Jet. He helped me to find you.”

Jet recalls doing nothing of the sort- but then again, he found the Dai Li all by his own damn foolishness, and Smellerbee had said that she- he? –was another one of their playthings.

He swallows a battery of retorts as those yellow eyes flicker over him, that drawn, shocky face stills into a serene mask and she gives him a bow from where she sits, something hand-over-fist formal and foreign to his vocabulary.

“Thank you, Jet.” It sounds like there’s a lot of things she could add to that, with her low, just-raspy voice, but she leaves it there.

Uh.

“Don’t thank me,” he says, sincerely.

…

The next few- days? –blur together as he realizes just how little he can really move and how much the pain-potion is actually there just to keep him from flopping around, almost purely in self-defense because he’s feeling too clumsy and thick to do anything right.

Sometimes he’ll wake up to the sound of breathing, and sweat at the crackle of flames that are really just a row of candles in a steady holder. In and out, up and down, they grow and fade in a steady rhythm that devours the set, one after the other, like a drinker’s bottles.

It keeps the princess quiet. He watches her clutch her round stomach, wrinkle her brow- her expression will waver between devastation and determination at a moment’s notice before it finally slams into the eyes-closed mask of meditative serenity.

Her shoulders are wide and her chest is flat under that dress, pink silk that probably didn’t suit her even when she was done up prim and proper. Jet’s still not sure what that’s all about, but she’s not laying waste to the countryside and his dreams are probably scaring her about as much as hers scare him.

Once in a while, though, when he’s too-freshly dosed or the night’s too long and he can’t stand hearing it from his damned natural enemy he yells for her to shut up, won’t she please shut up!

There’s a fight in her face in response, and sometimes the polite lady wins and turns away- and then sometimes- sometimes she sneers at him and sparks grit out between her teeth, like she’d reach out and slap him if they weren’t across the room from each other.

Jet wonders why doesn’t she.

From:

floranna.livejournal.com

You are killing me. Oh my god this is so powerful and I cannot stop reading it over and over and over again. So many nuances, so much sadness...

Marry me?

And now I am supposed to think the second prompt. I am right now empty.

(dear gad...)

From:

weirdlet.livejournal.com

Heh^^

Glad you like it. Zuko's all pissy that he didn't get to have a say this round, but he'll get his turn later^^

From:

floranna.livejournal.com

\o/

Yippee!

From:

attackfish.livejournal.com

I must echo Floranna's proposal. We can be a love gang! United by a twisted love for torturing fictional characters and internet connections!

More topically, I love this. I love the way drugged!Jet barely questions a pregnant person being someone's nephew, and him having no idea what to do with a pregnant Fire Nation thing healing up with him, in the same room with him and his need to tug Zuko's pigtails.

Oh, and the mention of the banns. *heart*

From:

weirdlet.livejournal.com

^^ Some things, you just need to be really stoned to accept.

Zuko: "Don't pull those."

Jet: *does so anyway, then yelps when said pigtail comes off in his hand*

Zuko: "I told you not to pull those."

(And don't get me wrong, torture is fun, but I like equal parts fluff and shatterglass ^^)

From:

attackfish.livejournal.com

I like to torture characters to a point and then have them force things to turn out alright for themselves anyway.

After this is all done, Jet's going to try to convince himself this was all a hallucination. And Zuko can't wait for the birth to happen so he can get back into boy clothes... preferably armor... preferably with pointy bits he can stick into his annoying erstwhile roommate's stomach.

From:

weirdlet.livejournal.com

Yes, that's it exactly. That's what I love about Zuko, and other characters like him- they bear up, they come through. I like the storm before the calm^^

Zuko: "...oh good lord I'm going to be a *parent*-"

Jet: "You're not doing it in the woods with no food and soldiers looking to mop you up. Count your lucky stars." *starts to glower, then realizes Zuko's hyperventilating* "Okay, okay, stop panicking-!"

From:

attackfish.livejournal.com

Then some of the time I feel like dragging them away, and feeding them soup, and protecting them. This is why all the characters in my head love me. Stockholm syndrome.

Zuko: "I refuse to specify which kind of parent." also "I'll stop panicking when you learn to shut up..."

Jet: "Oh that's nice!"

From:

weirdlet.livejournal.com

Smellerbee: "Will you two quit bickering!"

From:

weirdlet.livejournal.com

*on second reading* Oh me, this is so sudden... (*grins*)

Can I ask what makes the banns heart-worthy?

From:

attackfish.livejournal.com

Just because the detail's in there at all, and that I can just imagine Jet's face when he saw them and realized that the Earth king was going to marry a Fire Nation *unintelligible curse word*.