As the title says, I'm in a mood to write, but I just don't know what I want to write about. SO I'M LEAVING IT UP TO YOU GUYS. That's right; I'm taking requests.
All you need to do is:
1) Comment on this entry
2) Give me a pairing (ANY PAIRING)
3) Give me a prompt (optional; prompt can be anything. A word, a phrase, whatever)
4) ???
5) PROFIT
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Or other mechanical-type things. Or whatever.
I'd love to see something about Rorschach and Vincent Valentine, but not sure about the prompt. That'd be one awkward encounter though....
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"Ennk. Women are whores."
Vincent snapped, losing his usually composed tone to an enraged snarl, "LUCRECIA WAS NOT A WHORE!"
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Gytaso/Roku: NC-17 Grand Retribution/Dharma/Tibetian Funeral angsty and hot. When they are in their late teens
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Gyasto had been silent since finding out his mentor, Yeshe, had passed away; it had been a peaceful death, a deep slumber from which he never awoken, but the young air bender was taking it hard. The entire temple was somber; Yeshe had been a highly respected monk. The monks set to work quickly, going about traditions Roku didn’t quite understand to preserve the body before burial. He would ask about them later- the Avatar should be culturally informed- but now he was needed elsewhere.
“Gyasto.” He ran his hands down his lover’s back gently, noting the way he shivered under the touch. “He lived a long, prosperous life…”
Gyasto didn’t say a word in response, only turned and pulled Roku closer to him, tugging impatiently at robes. It was quick today; their bodies writhing against each other, Gyasto’s fingers digging into his shoulders more desperately than usual, as though begging for Roku to make him feel alive. He complied.
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and Sokka/Zuko I love me some Sokka
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“What was that for?” He gave a slight whine as he pushed himself up.
Jet pressed his palm between Sokka’s shoulder blades, pushing him back down. “Stay down.” Sokka felt a chill run down his back as Jet pressed his body against him, head lowered to his ear, a deep-throated growl emitting from his throat as his teeth latched onto the lobe. “Water Tribe men like it rough… right?”
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“Did you just lick my scar?” Zuko asked, staring at the water tribe teen pinned beneath him.
Sokka shrugged, “Seemed like a good idea at the time…”
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Ok, I'd love an Ozai/Hakoda fic- "repent" is your prompt. Ooooooh, thanks!
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Gold eyes met blue in the dimly lit prison; strong hands gripped the bars tightly, anger being tightly controlled, as the prisoner was studied. Weak, disgusting was the man huddled in the corner.
“So this is the former fire lord. The war monger, the destroyer of families… You disgust me.” Hakoda slipped the key he had gotten from the guard into the lock; the door slid back smoothly and he stepped inside, towering over Ozai.
“What do you want from me?” His voice held a light hiss to feign a lack of fear.
“I’m going to make you pay.” Hakoda was stern as he knelt and grabbed a handful of the greasy black hair, twisting it in his fist and pulling the disgraced man’s face close to his own. “You will beg for forgiveness.”
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