Jetko Meme

[weirdlet]

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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Difficult Assassinations

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Jet was not a poisoning sort of fellow, but gods-damn if he wasn't getting ready to pull out all the stops.

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

[taragreen89.livejournal.com]

oh *giggles*

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

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Yep^^