They are in the comments. There are a lot of them. Because I wrote a fuckton for this.
suzukiblu was my giftee.
dark_puck and
spyridona are my buddies.
neldluva,
crystaldrake, and
banditjoeykuba are also my people.
chameleon_pete and
takatohedgehog got random things written for them for various reasons.
'Verse: slave!Liu
Characters: Ichiro, Liu
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Ichiro crouched in the shade of the cranapple orchard, panting slightly. Sweat trickled through his hair and rolled down his back. He'd shrugged off his shirt around midmorning, but with the sun approaching its zenith, he felt like he had way too many clothes on. When was the last time summer had been this hot?
Last year, he thought wryly, reaching for the bucket of water and scooping a handful out to drink. If he could manage another hour's work, he'd finish with this field. Then he could take a siesta until it got cooler again.
Grumbling, he climbed to his feet and reached for the hoe. He paused, catching sight of movement, then waved as he saw the earthbender slave coming in from the outer fields. "Hey, Liu!"
The farmers in the area had pooled their money during the winter and bought him. There were all sorts of uses for an earthbender in a port like New Sozin, especially with farmers. It had fallen to Ichiro's family to keep him, which everyone knew was a bad idea - Ichiro's father loathed Earthfolk. But no one else had wanted him either, so somehow Ichiro had found it was his job to deal with the earthbender.
He was an older man, even older than Ichiro's father. Not much older, but it was hard to tell his age when Ichiro never saw more than half his face. The earthbender always wore a scrap of green cloth over his lower face and throat, hiding something. He was mute, too, and Ichiro had seen the way he flinched from firebending. Just slightly, ever-so-slightly. But just enough.
Except for the green cloth over his face, the earthbender wore reds. Simple, patched clothes and shoes that even the most wretched Fire Nation peasant would have disdained. His hair was dark, streaked with white, and a little wild. Kind of like Ichiro's own got when it was growing out after having been cut.
As far as Ichiro knew, he and his siblings were the only ones who'd bothered to learn his name.
Liu raised his hand in reply, and it belatedly occurred to Ichiro that the earthbender wasn't wearing his shirt. Not surprising, given the heat.
"There's water over here if you need some," Ichiro called out.
Liu nodded and headed in his direction. As he got closer, Ichiro suddenly found himself feeling much hotter. He'd never really noticed how muscular Liu was, and he'd certainly never seen those scars before. Guh.
The earthbender knelt by the bucket in the shade and pulled a dipperful of water out of the bucket. His eyes flicked to Ichiro briefly, then he shifted his scarf slightly and drank. A few mouthfuls only, though, and then he poured the rest over the top of his head.
Ichiro gleeped.
Liu glanced at him, looking concerned.
"Nothing," Ichiro said hastily. "It's nothing."
Just the way water was running down Liu's back and over his shoulders. Just those muscles. Just those scars. Just the way the water drops were channeled by muscles and scars, and the way his skin shone briefly, and- He wanted to lick that droplet running down Liu's stomach so badly- Earthfolk don't do that, he reminded himself sternly. Besides, Liu's a slave, it'd be rape.
Sozin's balls, he bet those muscles were as hard as rocks.
End
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