Title : Feeling Peckish Word count : 512 Pairing : Jet/Zuko Rating : PG-13 Summary : Zuko Xi is really ticklish. Note : Another little perfect_info story, though you don't need to have read PI for this to make sense. Written for the seventh and last day of Jetko Week, which was a blast.
Another submission for Jetko Week! For the prompt "Games". Since the Jetko Club on Deviant Art is having a cosplay contest (which involves dressing Jet and Zuko up as another couple), and it is also...like a game cover. And I couldn't resist adding in chibi Zukos dressed up like all the Snakes! I would have liked to dress up Jet as Ocelot from the different games as well, but I didn't have time.
Title : Anagnorisis Word count : 1034 Characters : Jet and Zuko Rating : PG Summary : The war is over, but the damage has been done. Note : Continuing from Reprise and Dénouement , another post...the following prompt: The flames and smoke climbed out of every window And disappeared with everything that you held dear ( Zuko rode through the ruins of the forest for what felt like days. )
First post ever! Here's some quick, semi-awkward drabble-fics inspired by Prompts 1 - 3 for Jetko week. Hope you enjoy. Prompt 1 – Can’t Stop (Maroon 5) Zuko can’t sleep, and when he does, he dreams...a moment his hand falters on his sword-handle. YOU GUYS, THIS CAME OUT SO MUCH MORE EMO AND SO MUCH LESS SMUTTY THAN I PLANNED. I AM SO SORRY. D: I blame the upcoming onset of learning and working
Hi, everybody! Long time watcher, first time joiner and poster. This is based on the "Your Heart is an Empty Room" prompt, if by "based on" you mean "I just listened to the track while writing." And it's...out into the middle of the lake. There is no sense of completion. He has completed nothing. And when he walks away, it is with the same painful longing he has carried with him since he was last here.
Title : Match Word count : 972 Pairing : Jet/Zuko Rating : PG Summary : Sometimes you win without even playing. Note : I guess there was no way I'd make it through Jetko Week without writing a... story! For day four, "Games," something fluffy and pointless, as a break from all the ANGSTANGSTANGST that I've been rolling around in lately. ;3 ( "So when's your first game, anyway?" )
Title: How Fragile We Are Author: drygon Warnings: Violence, character death. Yeah, it's rather depressing. Word Count: 259 Notes: Yeah so I may have listened to this song about a million times.. >.> It's...past his face. Searching for feeling. Instead however, the air was stifling and warm; too warm; thick and heavy and suffocating, closing around his throat. He looked up just as the rains came.
Title: Games (Wednesday) Word count: 234 Notes: 4 of 7 (Insomnia) (Whiskey) (Scars) Later, it would be a useful thing to know how Jet fought: that he always used both hands to attack, and...” laughed Jet, “who plays fair?” His face was alive with satisfaction. “I do,” Zuko growled, climbing to his feet and walking away. Behind him, he heard the other passengers laughing and clapping.
Day 3: A Warning Sign I always thought it was interesting that as many firebenders Jet has come across, Zuko's pretty yellow eyes don't tip him off. Heheh, I guess he was just blinded by loooove. x3
