future writing
Rescue Me is drawing to a close which leads to the question: "What next?"
I have several things I'd like to complete. One is the companion piece to RM, The Making of Me, and the other is my HTTYD piece Unholy Offspring. I've been asked if I plan to write a sequel to RM and honestly that was never really in my plans. I was going to finish out with the end of the war and "happily ever after" type ending (come now, that can't be a surprise) and call it a day. But then I got to thinking: What could be a sequel to my story? If I wrote one, I'd probably borrow pretty heavily from world history. I know Legend of Korra did that with the whole equality and Roaring 20s thing the first season (I've not watched past episode 2 of the second season).
That said, I may blend parts of the French Revolution and the Bolshevik Revolution and set it 5-10 years after the war. Maybe not. Maybe it'll just be an uprising of some sort. I've not really put a lot of thought into it since I don't really know if I want to write a sequel and if I do write one, I'd like to have it complete or nearly so before I start posting. I'm sure my readers would appreciate a biweekly update instead of a monthly update schedule.
Anyway, here's something for that that I wanted to get down before I forgot it.
Title: Revolution
Chapter: n/a it's a scrap so I'm not sure what chapter this would be in.
Series: (Bring Him Home), The Making of Me, Rescue Me
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Characters: Zuko; Katara; Iroh, jr. (mentioned)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Words: 673
“There you are.”
Zuko turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder. Katara leaned against the balcony doors, a slight smile on her face. Her presence stilled the tumble of thoughts and emotions he’d been dwelling on since the meeting with his advisors earlier that morning.
“Katara.”
He turned back to gaze out over the city that lay beneath him. His city. He pressed his hands against the banister, taking comfort in the rasp of stone against the callouses of his hands. He’d fought and bled for this city-this nation. He’d nearly died for them. How easily had they forgotten. It’d only been ten years-
An arm slid around his waist and he shifted to make room for the soft form that pressed against his side. Katara slipped between him and the banister, relaxing with a sigh as his arms came around her. Zuko accepted her presence with an absent brush of his lips against her temple. She hummed, her breath ghosting across his neck. “You’re brooding.”
He pressed her closer, resting his chin on her head. They could just hear the noise of the city from where they stood. “I don’t know what to do.”
Katara passed her hands over his back in soothing sweeps. “We’ll figure something out. Aang will be here in the morning.”
A frown tugged at his lips and he grunted. “And the others as well.”
She laughed softly, kissing his jaw and leaning back to look up at him, her eyes shining. “Of course. Toph’s always willing to knock a few heads together if needed and Sokka’s not Chief yet and he’s the plan man. He’d be insulted if he wasn’t included.”
His low chuckle made her grin. She was pleased to see some of the tension ease across his shoulders and the worry fade from his eyes. Catching his hand, she moved toward their apartments, her grin turning alluring. She was going to make him forget his worries, even if they couldn’t be banished forever. “Come to bed, my husband.”
Zuko followed her willingly, catching her up in his arms and breathing in the scent of rosewater and incense that clung to her hair. “Where is Iroh?”
Katara hummed, dragging her lips across his jaw and seeking his mouth as her hands worked to push away the heavy folds of his robes. “I put him down for the night. He’ll sleep for a few hours.”
Her hair tumbled down her back when he released it from its knot and he gasped when her hands slipped beneath his robes and moved across heated skin. A tug on her sash loosened her robes and she shrugged to make the cloth slip from her shoulders to the crooks of her elbows. Fingers and lips traced newly exposed skin and Zuko made a concerted effort to edge them closer to the bed. She shivered as he pushed the rest of her robes away to fall to the floor. He pulled away, lifting his hands to cup her face. “Are you-is this okay?”
She smiled at the concern in his eyes, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his head down to breathe a “yes” against his lips before closing the distance. The last of their clothing fell to the floor and they tumbled into bed. Zuko’s eyes shone as she arched into his caress, grasping at his shoulders. They were one.
Moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains and stretched across the rumpled bed and quiet couple, the torches extinguished in that final, uncontrollable release of emotion. Katara curled around her husband, content to listen to the steady beat of his heart and the soothing pull of life that flowed through his veins. She sighed, kissing his shoulder that rested beneath her cheek. His muscles twitched beneath her fingers as she slid her hand across his chest. His arm tightened around her and she felt a kiss.
“I’ll protect you,” he whispered fervently. “I’ll protect you both. My family.”
Katara’s heart squeezed and she felt her eyes burn. “I know.”
I'm trying to decide if I want to link Bring Him Home: Iroh's Story to the RM universe I seem to be creating.
I have several things I'd like to complete. One is the companion piece to RM, The Making of Me, and the other is my HTTYD piece Unholy Offspring. I've been asked if I plan to write a sequel to RM and honestly that was never really in my plans. I was going to finish out with the end of the war and "happily ever after" type ending (come now, that can't be a surprise) and call it a day. But then I got to thinking: What could be a sequel to my story? If I wrote one, I'd probably borrow pretty heavily from world history. I know Legend of Korra did that with the whole equality and Roaring 20s thing the first season (I've not watched past episode 2 of the second season).
That said, I may blend parts of the French Revolution and the Bolshevik Revolution and set it 5-10 years after the war. Maybe not. Maybe it'll just be an uprising of some sort. I've not really put a lot of thought into it since I don't really know if I want to write a sequel and if I do write one, I'd like to have it complete or nearly so before I start posting. I'm sure my readers would appreciate a biweekly update instead of a monthly update schedule.
Anyway, here's something for that that I wanted to get down before I forgot it.
Title: Revolution
Chapter: n/a it's a scrap so I'm not sure what chapter this would be in.
Series: (Bring Him Home), The Making of Me, Rescue Me
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Zuko/Katara
Characters: Zuko; Katara; Iroh, jr. (mentioned)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Words: 673
“There you are.”
Zuko turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder. Katara leaned against the balcony doors, a slight smile on her face. Her presence stilled the tumble of thoughts and emotions he’d been dwelling on since the meeting with his advisors earlier that morning.
“Katara.”
He turned back to gaze out over the city that lay beneath him. His city. He pressed his hands against the banister, taking comfort in the rasp of stone against the callouses of his hands. He’d fought and bled for this city-this nation. He’d nearly died for them. How easily had they forgotten. It’d only been ten years-
An arm slid around his waist and he shifted to make room for the soft form that pressed against his side. Katara slipped between him and the banister, relaxing with a sigh as his arms came around her. Zuko accepted her presence with an absent brush of his lips against her temple. She hummed, her breath ghosting across his neck. “You’re brooding.”
He pressed her closer, resting his chin on her head. They could just hear the noise of the city from where they stood. “I don’t know what to do.”
Katara passed her hands over his back in soothing sweeps. “We’ll figure something out. Aang will be here in the morning.”
A frown tugged at his lips and he grunted. “And the others as well.”
She laughed softly, kissing his jaw and leaning back to look up at him, her eyes shining. “Of course. Toph’s always willing to knock a few heads together if needed and Sokka’s not Chief yet and he’s the plan man. He’d be insulted if he wasn’t included.”
His low chuckle made her grin. She was pleased to see some of the tension ease across his shoulders and the worry fade from his eyes. Catching his hand, she moved toward their apartments, her grin turning alluring. She was going to make him forget his worries, even if they couldn’t be banished forever. “Come to bed, my husband.”
Zuko followed her willingly, catching her up in his arms and breathing in the scent of rosewater and incense that clung to her hair. “Where is Iroh?”
Katara hummed, dragging her lips across his jaw and seeking his mouth as her hands worked to push away the heavy folds of his robes. “I put him down for the night. He’ll sleep for a few hours.”
Her hair tumbled down her back when he released it from its knot and he gasped when her hands slipped beneath his robes and moved across heated skin. A tug on her sash loosened her robes and she shrugged to make the cloth slip from her shoulders to the crooks of her elbows. Fingers and lips traced newly exposed skin and Zuko made a concerted effort to edge them closer to the bed. She shivered as he pushed the rest of her robes away to fall to the floor. He pulled away, lifting his hands to cup her face. “Are you-is this okay?”
She smiled at the concern in his eyes, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his head down to breathe a “yes” against his lips before closing the distance. The last of their clothing fell to the floor and they tumbled into bed. Zuko’s eyes shone as she arched into his caress, grasping at his shoulders. They were one.
Moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains and stretched across the rumpled bed and quiet couple, the torches extinguished in that final, uncontrollable release of emotion. Katara curled around her husband, content to listen to the steady beat of his heart and the soothing pull of life that flowed through his veins. She sighed, kissing his shoulder that rested beneath her cheek. His muscles twitched beneath her fingers as she slid her hand across his chest. His arm tightened around her and she felt a kiss.
“I’ll protect you,” he whispered fervently. “I’ll protect you both. My family.”
Katara’s heart squeezed and she felt her eyes burn. “I know.”
I'm trying to decide if I want to link Bring Him Home: Iroh's Story to the RM universe I seem to be creating.