Writing Meme Responses: misc

Dec 19, 2011 23:46

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Avatar: TLA: the time Fire Lord Zuko commissioned someone for that statue of Avatar Aang (which is clearly part of a prank war taken to the extreme).
Katara looks up from her spot on the deck of the little schooner boat, brow furrowing as the large rock statue of her late husband loomed over her. It was, quite honestly, very impressive - must have taken a dozen earthbending sculptors and a whole lot of money, both of which the Fire Lord was in ample supply of since the war.

“The next Avatar’s going to flay you once he or she gets wind of this,” she says. “Aang will make sure of that.”

“I know, right?” Zuko blurts out, grinning and putting his hands on his hips and looking like he’s won the war all over again. “I can’t wait.”

Temeraire #1: The story where Tharkay and his dragon have to decide whether to continue to work with Laurence and Temeraire or go off to seek their fortunes elsewhere.
It was not a difficult choice, in the end. Tharkay watches Temeraire’s shrinking shadow at his feet. He refuses to look up until the sun is blocked by a larger shadow, and he feels a warm breath at his shoulder, turns his head to see an opened maw.

“We will find them again,” his dragon says, bumping her snout against his cheek.

Tharkay smiles.

“We always do.”

Temeraire#2: The one where Temeraire meets William Laurence Jr.
It doesn’t hurt quite as bad as Temeraire imagined it would feel. Will looks up at him, young and solemn in his black suit, the petals of a dark flower drifting from his breast pocket. He has grown over the years, no longer the small infant Laurence had proudly presented to Temeraire all those years ago. With a start, Temeraire realizes that Will must be very close to Laurence’s age when they had first met, and yet - and yet a surge of protectiveness fills Temeraire, and he curls around the young man, wings shielding them from the curious funeral attendees.

“Shall we go flying?” Temeraire asks gently.

Will takes a moment to answer, hesitant because this is the first time he will fly with Temeraire since his father’s death. “Yes,” he says, bringing his hand up to cover his eyes with a small laugh. “Yes, thank you. I would like that very much.”

Team Fortress 2: that story where the RED and BLU Spies are forced to run a bakery together (for REASONS) and the winter holidays roll around with an increase in festive cookie demands?
Their cover was never meant to go on for this long, but after the initial success involving trick cupcakes that exploded and giant cakes that stored an assortment of jellied fruits and edible weapons, BLU Spy thought that it would be a shame to close up such a valuable source of income. Who knew the Demomen would be efficient bakers? And that both Engineers and Pyros would delight in making the wildest kitchen contraptions? Or how the Heavies would be their best men for dealing with advertising and public relations (in the most delicate sense, of course)?

Once RED Spy convinced both Scouts to be their delivery boys, Blue figured that they might as well drop all mercenary pretenses. The little bakery had a certain quiet charm the battlefield did not offer, and Blue found it quite agreeable.

“Zut alors!” RED Spy cursed, striding into their private office. Behind him, Blue saw a cloud of thick black smoke pour out from the kitchen and Soldier’s enraged scream. “Medic’s pigeon has gotten into the pies. Again. Help a man out, mon cher?”

Sighing, Blue stood up.

Or maybe it wasn’t so much different from the battlefield at all.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn: that one where Gokudera and Yamamoto go hitchhiking in Europe for a summer and they waste like all their euros on sending postcards home to Japan!
If Gokudera was willing to admit that it was a good thing they got stranded in the middle of a massive metropolitan city without a single euro to their name in opposed to being stuck in the middle of the Western Alps where he wouldn’t have the chance of straggling Yamamoto and burying the corpse where no one would find it ever, ever, ever - then Yamamoto was more than happy to take that as optimism at its finest.

“How are we even going to get back now? It’s not like we can walk back to Japan!” Gokudera seethed, letting his bag slide from his shoulders and plop in the ground. His hand dug through the pockets of his jacket, and Yamamoto thought the other boy was trying to find a spare cigarette (from the carton that went empty two days ago), but Gokudera whipped out the postcards they had purchased, covered in scrawls and two different colored inks; blue for Yamamoto, black for Gokudera. “How could we be so stupid! Postcards aren’t supposed to cost so much!”

Yamamoto smiled slightly, turning his head to look up and down the busy streets in search for - well, a Besoin D’aide sign in one of the storefronts or something - “Hey!”

Gokudera glanced up, sullen. “What?”

Yamamoto pointed across the street. “Bet you couldn’t find that in the middle of the Western Alps.”

And if Gokudera was going to grumble about how there were mailboxes in the Western Alps, at least he grabbed on to Yamamoto’s arm so that they could cross the street together - and Yamamoto was happy to count that as a good thing too.

fic: khr, fic: team fortress 2, !fic, fic: avatar, fic: temeraire

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