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foxysquidalso) wrote2008-07-22 01:18 am
foxysquidalso) wrote2008-07-22 01:18 am
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Requests: Azula/Cherries & Jet/Smellerbee
More request stories! Avatar ones this time.
Title: Cherries
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairings: Azula/cherries and Azula/Ty Lee
word count: 482
Rating:PG
Spoilers: For the finale.
Notes: Requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
boredgods, who wanted Azula, cherries, and paranoia. I added in the Azula/Ty Lee largely because I felt like it.
Cherries.
She sent the servants away. She didn't need them anymore. She didn't need anyone. She could ready herself for the coronation. She was the Firelord. There was nothing she couldn't do.
In their haste to depart, the servants had left the bowl of cherries behind. She stared at it, then moved towards it, as if drawn by the sight. The red of the cherries was brighter than anything else in the room. Slowly, she sank to her knees in front of the bowl. She could still remember the hard--yet wet--feel of the pit in her mouth. She loathed cherry pits. In this moment, there was almost nothing she hated more. Her lip curled in disgust, but at the same time, she couldn't look away from the cherries. The smooth, red flesh compelled her. They were bright, round jewels. Beautiful. She reached out and ran her fingers over them. There were no bruises on these cherries. They were perfect.
Except for that one. The one with the pit. Azula plucked one of the cherries from the bowl on impulse and crushed it in her hand. It was soft. There was nothing but juice and flesh on her palm--no pit. She eyed the bowl, not reassured. Any one of the remaining cherries could still have a stone inside it. It had been easy for the girl to leave one unpitted. Just as easy for her to have forgotten a second one. And just as dangerous.
Azula ate the crushed cherry off her palm. Then she picked up another, crushed it, and ate it quickly, hardly touching the fruit with her teeth, licking it up and swallowing. She ate another and another and another, crushing each one before she allowed it into her mouth. She couldn't risk another pit. She didn't find any, but there might be one. If there was one, she had to find it, get rid of it.
She didn't stop eating until her thighs and fingers were sticky with juice. What a mess. She slid her fingers into her mouth and began to suck them clean.
She closed her eyes as she ran her tongue over her fingertips, sighing to herself. The taste of cherry on skin brought back a memory. The sound of low laughter. A light, floral scent that somehow complemented the stronger, sweet scent of the cherries. Fingers brushing her lips, then slipping between them. A voice, calling her name. Her eyes snapped open. She'd heard someone. She leapt to her feet. "Ty Lee?" Her voice was sharp. "Where are you?"
No one answered.
"Come here!" Azula commanded. "Ty Lee, come here, now!"
But Ty Lee was not there.
With a scream of frustration, Azula ducked to snatch up the bowl of cherries and hurled it across the room. Her eyes wide, her breath coming hard, she watched the cherries fly and fall.
Title: Treehouse
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairings: Jet/Smellerbee
word count: 1,034
Rating: G
Spoilers: For the finale.
Notes: Requested byhello_scorpling, with the prompt "I have built a treehouse". Set post-series. Whatever, Jet can be alive, okay? ;3
Treehouse.
The gravest wounds took the most time to heal. Jet's were no exception to that rule, but Smellerbee had expected that. He could take all the time he wanted. She wasn't going to rush him. "Hi there, handsome." She knelt down beside him. "You ready to eat?"
He laughed a little at his nickname. She'd started calling him that when he looked his worst. It had been a dark little joke, and now that he was doing better, it was a reminder of how far he'd come.
She and Longshot had taken turns building. That was how they worked. One would stay with Jet, and one would do whatever else needed to be done. They wouldn't leave him on his own, no matter what. And so it was that slowly, over the weeks and months, their new home had taken shape.
It was a real house, just for the three of them. Up in the trees. That was where they belonged.
"So, what's on the menu today?"
She made a show of looking over what she held in her hands. As if he couldn't see for himself. "Today, sir, you have a choice. Either silver pears or dried meat."
"A choice, huh? I guess there's no chance I can have both?"
"All right, you can have both, but you have to pay extra."
He laughed again, a little more spirit in the sound this time. "How much?"
"Hmmm." She pretended to consider, then leaned forward. Jet was propped up on the simple, straw-stuffed pillows she'd made. "Two kisses."
Once they'd finished the house, Jet had been excited. More life had come back into his eyes. He'd immediately begun asking to be taken up. He'd had to wait, though, because the last thing they'd made was a pulley system like the one they'd had when they were the Freedom Fighters. Jet still wasn't strong enough to climb the tree on his own.
"Two kisses? You drive a hard bargain, woman." But he didn't object. He kissed her: first on one cheek, then on the other. She could feel herself flush as Jet looked into her eyes. He smiled, then kissed her a third time: lightly on the lips. She smiled back at him, then leaned back, sitting on her heels. She handed over the food. After all, he'd paid in full.
Jet ate both pears and meat with a hunger that was good to see. When he'd finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and demanded, "Take me to the window. I want to look out."
She shook her head. "Yes, sir."
He was stronger every day. He didn't need as much assistance, and he could sit up by himself for short spans of time. She helped him to the chair next to the window and sat down beside him in case she needed him.
It was a perfect place for a house in the trees. They had a sweeping view of the woods that every part of the landscape conspired to make as impressive as possible. They could watch the sunlight reflected from the water of the nearby lake, and over the treetops, they could just glimpse the distant hills of the nearest mountain range. Yet the placement of the surrounding branches was such that it obscured the house from all but the most keen-eyed observer. Maybe they could stay here forever if they wanted. They would be safe. Sometimes she wanted to stay.
And everything looked better when she was watching it with Jet. She liked to see him grin and point out little things that she wouldn't have noticed otherwise. Jet saw more than anyone. It was strange to think that he'd almost missed all this.
"Longshot went into town the other day," said Smellerbee suddenly.
Jet turned towards her, expectant, his eyebrows rising. He was quieter than he used to be, if only a little.
"Everyone was talking about how they crowned the new Firelord."
Jet made a small, amused noise. "Too bad I couldn't make it," he said. "Right?"
"I'm sure they would have been glad to see you."
Jet laughed. "Sure." He shook his head. "They wouldn't want me there. But I don't mind." He turned back towards the window. But he was distracted, and the movement was too quick. She saw his grimace of pain.
"Let me help you back to bed," she offered.
He didn't refuse her help, but he kept looking out the window. "I want to go out there," he said. "I want to see the world again."
"And you will," she said. She put a hand on his knee. "Soon. You just have to wait a little longer. And stop pushing yourself too hard." She was more likely to stand up to him now. That was something else that had changed.
Another grimace twisted his mouth, but this one was angry. She could tell. The muscles in his neck and jaw tightened. "What am I going to do, Smellerbee? I don't know what to do anymore."
Her own hand tightened on his knee, a reassuring pressure. "We'll think of something." She paused. She didn't know what to do either, but she had faith. In all three of them. "This was what we wanted, Jet. Remember?"
"Ha. Yeah. I guess it was, wasn't it?" He let himself turn to look at her again. "It didn't turn out like I expected."
"Me neither." She darted in to place a quick kiss on his cheek, but he surprised her, turning his head in time to catch her lips with his own. She flushed, but she didn't pull away. She opened her mouth as she felt his tongue press gently at her lips. He tasted like pears.
"Hey," he said, when they both paused for breath. "Think you can help me back to bed now? I'm kind of starting to feel it."
"Oh." She was still a little breathless. "Right. Jet. Here." She rose and put an arm around him. He was warm. He made her smile. It was true that she hadn't expected things to turn out like this, but in the end, she was glad they had. "Come on, handsome."
Title: Cherries
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairings: Azula/cherries and Azula/Ty Lee
word count: 482
Rating:PG
Spoilers: For the finale.
Notes: Requested by
boredgods, who wanted Azula, cherries, and paranoia. I added in the Azula/Ty Lee largely because I felt like it.Cherries.
She sent the servants away. She didn't need them anymore. She didn't need anyone. She could ready herself for the coronation. She was the Firelord. There was nothing she couldn't do.
In their haste to depart, the servants had left the bowl of cherries behind. She stared at it, then moved towards it, as if drawn by the sight. The red of the cherries was brighter than anything else in the room. Slowly, she sank to her knees in front of the bowl. She could still remember the hard--yet wet--feel of the pit in her mouth. She loathed cherry pits. In this moment, there was almost nothing she hated more. Her lip curled in disgust, but at the same time, she couldn't look away from the cherries. The smooth, red flesh compelled her. They were bright, round jewels. Beautiful. She reached out and ran her fingers over them. There were no bruises on these cherries. They were perfect.
Except for that one. The one with the pit. Azula plucked one of the cherries from the bowl on impulse and crushed it in her hand. It was soft. There was nothing but juice and flesh on her palm--no pit. She eyed the bowl, not reassured. Any one of the remaining cherries could still have a stone inside it. It had been easy for the girl to leave one unpitted. Just as easy for her to have forgotten a second one. And just as dangerous.
Azula ate the crushed cherry off her palm. Then she picked up another, crushed it, and ate it quickly, hardly touching the fruit with her teeth, licking it up and swallowing. She ate another and another and another, crushing each one before she allowed it into her mouth. She couldn't risk another pit. She didn't find any, but there might be one. If there was one, she had to find it, get rid of it.
She didn't stop eating until her thighs and fingers were sticky with juice. What a mess. She slid her fingers into her mouth and began to suck them clean.
She closed her eyes as she ran her tongue over her fingertips, sighing to herself. The taste of cherry on skin brought back a memory. The sound of low laughter. A light, floral scent that somehow complemented the stronger, sweet scent of the cherries. Fingers brushing her lips, then slipping between them. A voice, calling her name. Her eyes snapped open. She'd heard someone. She leapt to her feet. "Ty Lee?" Her voice was sharp. "Where are you?"
No one answered.
"Come here!" Azula commanded. "Ty Lee, come here, now!"
But Ty Lee was not there.
With a scream of frustration, Azula ducked to snatch up the bowl of cherries and hurled it across the room. Her eyes wide, her breath coming hard, she watched the cherries fly and fall.
Title: Treehouse
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairings: Jet/Smellerbee
word count: 1,034
Rating: G
Spoilers: For the finale.
Notes: Requested by
hello_scorpling, with the prompt "I have built a treehouse". Set post-series. Whatever, Jet can be alive, okay? ;3Treehouse.
The gravest wounds took the most time to heal. Jet's were no exception to that rule, but Smellerbee had expected that. He could take all the time he wanted. She wasn't going to rush him. "Hi there, handsome." She knelt down beside him. "You ready to eat?"
He laughed a little at his nickname. She'd started calling him that when he looked his worst. It had been a dark little joke, and now that he was doing better, it was a reminder of how far he'd come.
She and Longshot had taken turns building. That was how they worked. One would stay with Jet, and one would do whatever else needed to be done. They wouldn't leave him on his own, no matter what. And so it was that slowly, over the weeks and months, their new home had taken shape.
It was a real house, just for the three of them. Up in the trees. That was where they belonged.
"So, what's on the menu today?"
She made a show of looking over what she held in her hands. As if he couldn't see for himself. "Today, sir, you have a choice. Either silver pears or dried meat."
"A choice, huh? I guess there's no chance I can have both?"
"All right, you can have both, but you have to pay extra."
He laughed again, a little more spirit in the sound this time. "How much?"
"Hmmm." She pretended to consider, then leaned forward. Jet was propped up on the simple, straw-stuffed pillows she'd made. "Two kisses."
Once they'd finished the house, Jet had been excited. More life had come back into his eyes. He'd immediately begun asking to be taken up. He'd had to wait, though, because the last thing they'd made was a pulley system like the one they'd had when they were the Freedom Fighters. Jet still wasn't strong enough to climb the tree on his own.
"Two kisses? You drive a hard bargain, woman." But he didn't object. He kissed her: first on one cheek, then on the other. She could feel herself flush as Jet looked into her eyes. He smiled, then kissed her a third time: lightly on the lips. She smiled back at him, then leaned back, sitting on her heels. She handed over the food. After all, he'd paid in full.
Jet ate both pears and meat with a hunger that was good to see. When he'd finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and demanded, "Take me to the window. I want to look out."
She shook her head. "Yes, sir."
He was stronger every day. He didn't need as much assistance, and he could sit up by himself for short spans of time. She helped him to the chair next to the window and sat down beside him in case she needed him.
It was a perfect place for a house in the trees. They had a sweeping view of the woods that every part of the landscape conspired to make as impressive as possible. They could watch the sunlight reflected from the water of the nearby lake, and over the treetops, they could just glimpse the distant hills of the nearest mountain range. Yet the placement of the surrounding branches was such that it obscured the house from all but the most keen-eyed observer. Maybe they could stay here forever if they wanted. They would be safe. Sometimes she wanted to stay.
And everything looked better when she was watching it with Jet. She liked to see him grin and point out little things that she wouldn't have noticed otherwise. Jet saw more than anyone. It was strange to think that he'd almost missed all this.
"Longshot went into town the other day," said Smellerbee suddenly.
Jet turned towards her, expectant, his eyebrows rising. He was quieter than he used to be, if only a little.
"Everyone was talking about how they crowned the new Firelord."
Jet made a small, amused noise. "Too bad I couldn't make it," he said. "Right?"
"I'm sure they would have been glad to see you."
Jet laughed. "Sure." He shook his head. "They wouldn't want me there. But I don't mind." He turned back towards the window. But he was distracted, and the movement was too quick. She saw his grimace of pain.
"Let me help you back to bed," she offered.
He didn't refuse her help, but he kept looking out the window. "I want to go out there," he said. "I want to see the world again."
"And you will," she said. She put a hand on his knee. "Soon. You just have to wait a little longer. And stop pushing yourself too hard." She was more likely to stand up to him now. That was something else that had changed.
Another grimace twisted his mouth, but this one was angry. She could tell. The muscles in his neck and jaw tightened. "What am I going to do, Smellerbee? I don't know what to do anymore."
Her own hand tightened on his knee, a reassuring pressure. "We'll think of something." She paused. She didn't know what to do either, but she had faith. In all three of them. "This was what we wanted, Jet. Remember?"
"Ha. Yeah. I guess it was, wasn't it?" He let himself turn to look at her again. "It didn't turn out like I expected."
"Me neither." She darted in to place a quick kiss on his cheek, but he surprised her, turning his head in time to catch her lips with his own. She flushed, but she didn't pull away. She opened her mouth as she felt his tongue press gently at her lips. He tasted like pears.
"Hey," he said, when they both paused for breath. "Think you can help me back to bed now? I'm kind of starting to feel it."
"Oh." She was still a little breathless. "Right. Jet. Here." She rose and put an arm around him. He was warm. He made her smile. It was true that she hadn't expected things to turn out like this, but in the end, she was glad they had. "Come on, handsome."