Genderswap Prompt Post

[lavanya_six]

I'm experiencing a bit of writer's block on my current trio of projects, so I could use something to get the juices flowing again. So it's time for a fanfic meme...

AtLA GENDERSWAP FANFIC PROMPT POST

RULES:
* Each person can have one-three prompts. I may only pick one out of three given, or do all three. It depends on how they strike me.
* The prompts can range from one word to a whole situation.
* It has to be genderswap related. What's the point otherwise? Time, place, or situation is all up to you.
* Pretty much anything goes, but if it doesn't, I'll let you know and you can prompt something else.

This post will have ten requester slots, with 9/10 filled. Each prompt will be written in the comments. Once the post is finished, there will be a complete list of each filled prompt in an upcoming post.

Go nuts. 

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[yukinoomoni.livejournal.com]

1. Canon couples -brief snippets in their shared lives - how would things be the same/different?

2. Girl!Zuko/Mai, your take on it - any time during or after canon.

3. More Aanjing! Life as a nun, dealing with Sokka (would he be a horndog or treat her like a sister?).

Rule 63'd Canon Couples [1/3]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

[Kataanjing] [Katatui/Aanjing]

"No. I'm the one who's sorry, Aangjing. You didn't do anything wrong. I... I shouldn't be the one teaching you."

"Katatui--"

"It's true! It took me hours to get the hang of that snow pillar kata and you got it on the first try." Staring down at his boots, the waterbender clenched his gloved fists. Though Katatui restrained his anger to a low growl, a nearby ice vase exploded in sympathy. "Master Pakku is so stupid! He won't instruct you just because you're not a boy? Like letting me repeat my lessons to you is a 'fair compromise'! How is it fair when you're being trained by someone who doesn't know what he's doing? Who can't answer your questions?"

The Avatar rubbed her bald forehead, wishing to head off another of her hot-blooded friend's rants. "It's fine, Katatui. Really."

"IT'S NOT FINE! Doesn't it make you mad? You're the Avatar but everyone here is treating you like you're some problem child that no one wants to take responsibility for."

"What do you want me to do? Fight Master Pakku and make him teach me?"

"If that's what it takes? YES!"

"I don't think that's such a great idea."

"Why not?" Katatui asked. "You've fought evil princes and volcanos, what's one sad old man?"

"Well..." Aanjing hesitated. It was really boring killing her time wandering the ice city, waiting for all five minutes of her evening lesson with Katatui once he finished his daily lesson. "You think I could take him?"

"Believe it!" Katatui puffed out his chest. "And if you can't believe in yourself, believe in me who believes in you!"


[Sunno] [Sonna/Suko]

After it was all over, Sonna didn't have a home to go back to. Her first visit to the South Pole had been unbearable. Even the modest snow city of her childhood was nothing compared to the dazzling ice city Pakku's relief mission had constructed. The people that filled it were... off-putting. The Northerners were jerkfaces, that was no big surprise, but when her father's men had come back it hadn't gotten much better. Nobody seemed to know what to make of peacetime or of plentiful waterbenders being around, so everyone tried to cling to the old chores and tasks until they made something of the new opportunities. After fighting off an airship armada with Toph and foam-prone Kyoshi Warrior, washing dirty socks didn't rank high on the list of Sonna's priorities. Home seemed small now, and not very homey.

And however much she tried to be happy for Gran-Gran, Sonna couldn't. It started to seem that Sonna's life was going to play out the same way: running across the world to find happiness, only for the past to snatch you back up.

So Sonna left on the first sky-bison out of town.

She lied to pretty much everyone at first, calling it a training mission. And, yeah, she did spend the first few months alone at Master Piandao's estate -- her Gran-Pakku's half-joking comment about needing an chaperon aside -- but that was only the first step. Sonna didn't know what she wanted. She still couldn't think of herself as a warrior (those were men, a voice nagged at her) but there wasn't a whole lot of opportunities for female non-benders. Between fighting lessons, Master Piandao had tutored her in calligraphy and literature.

It was nice, being in a place that didn't second-guess her choices, but in a few months she got restless. Sonna missed snow and ice, and the eternal greenery of the Fire Nation was kinda unnerving.

Kyoshi Island came next. She was friends with the Kyoshi Warriors and Ty Lee, and maybe being among like-minded women would help with her listlessness. Aang was too busy with treaty negotiations to spare his old pal a ride, and the Earth Kingdom had understandable issues about letting war balloons into their airspace, so Sonna ended up hopping ships along the Earth Kingdom coast. For the final leg of her journey, she ended up haggling with a young, red-haired Kyoshi fisherman about letting her catch a ride on his family boat. Sonna was forced to agree to help him net some elephant koi on the trip back to the island, but that wasn't so bad. She'd been hunting and fishing for years.

Besides, Suko had such nice blue eyes.

Rule 63'd Canon Couples [2/3]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

[Maoua] [Mao/Zuan]

Zuan tried not to fidget in her formal silk dress and heavy paints. She was only ever really comfortable in armor, feeling nude without its tightness and solid weight, but tradition dictated royalty dressed in a specific manner for betrothal interviews.

She absentmindedly scratched at her scalp, irritated by pollen from the fire lilies woven into hair, but froze when Father sent her a sharp look.

Inwardly, Zuan railed against the unfairness of it all. She'd barely been back in the Fire Nation a month and already her father was looking to marry her off to the most politically advantageous candidate. It was true that people of her station didn't have the advantage of love matches but there was something so mercenary about this auctioning-off process. The only time she really got to know her suitors as people was in their five minute scripted walk through the royal gardens, and even then Li and Lo had stressed that she should try to trip them up with politically tricky questions to see if there really was a brain behind all the handsome faces she met.

At least Father had sent off Azula, Ty Lee, and Chin Tao to Ember Island for the weekend. Zuan could just imagine the colorful jibes her younger sister would make at her current appearance.

Just you wait, the crown princess thought. In a little while, it'll be YOU being married off to some cabinet minister's idiot son, Azula.

Such was the depth of Zuan's inward musings that she blanked out on the introductions to the latest candidate, only to snap awake at the tail end of the announcement, "...governor of Omashu, and his son Mao."

While his father made empty conversation over the ongoing industrialization of Omashu and the minor but vital Mao was playing in overseeing his own factory, Zuan studied her would-be suitor. She could almost imagine that sitting across from her was the most lifelike mannequin she had ever seen. It was two heads taller than her, with long, shiny black hair that contrasted sharply with its ivory skin. Whoever had designed the thing had paid the utmost attention to even the smallest detail. It really was quite impressive.

Oh, and if you stared it long enough, you might notice the mannequin could mime breathing shallowly. That was a neat trick. Maybe it could blink too.

(Mao never did for as long as she watched him that day.)

Zuan had gone through enough of these meetings so far that weekend to sleepwalk through the questions she was supposed to ask Governor What's-His-Name about his son and his family history. Eventually it came time for her and Mao to take their walk.

As with her other suitors, Zuan disregarded everyone's advice and walked with the boy to her left. Despite the insistence of some of her fashion advisors, Zuan left her scar bare. Covering it up with flesh-toned paint would only make her look like a fool. How her suitors reacted to the sight of it helped screen out which of them were the fools. Most boys weren't willing to look a scarred girl in the face, often fixating on a point over her shoulder when they sat across from each other at the table. During their walks, a few had even maneuvered themselves around to her right. It was disheartening and maddening at the same time, but Zuan hadn't been surprised. At least they didn't get handsy with her like the customers at uncle's teashop, who'd gotten it into their heads that she was a loose woman deserving no respect because she had 'obviously' been defiled and burnt by a Fire Nation soldier.

Mao had unflinchingly looked her in the eye, so at least he had that going for him.

Actually, it was all he had going for him. Whatever questions she asked him were invariable answered in a flat, colorless tone:

"I guess."

"Yeah."

"Whatever."

Irritated with his taciturn manner on top of a day and a half of these pointless candidate interviews -- (which were, ancestors and spirits preserve her, only the first step in what could easily be a multi-year process!) -- Zuan finally snapped, "I bet you can't say more than two words at once."

"You win."

Rule 63'd Canon Couples [3/3]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

The flower in her right ear wilted from a sudden heat-wave. Feeling stupid again for being dressed like a moron, Zuan said, "It's obvious you don't want to be here any more than I do, so why you'd waste my time by coming?"

"Ordered to."

"By who? Your parents?"

He nodded.

"So you do everything your parents tell you? Don't you have the balls -- " the word slipped out in an instant, too late to catch it, and Princess Zuan knew the chaperons hovering at the garden's edge would relay that breach of decorum to her father " -- to make your own decisions?"

"I don't." They were standing amid green splendor, with baby turtle-ducks babbling in a nearby pond and buttermoths ghosting along on the summer's breeze. Mao reached out and laid a finger on her scar. Zuan reflexively jerked back but his finger stuck to its target, tracing its outline. "You don't."

Zuan's heart was drumming against the inside walls of her ribcage. She slapped his hand away, face flushing with several shades of outrage. Asshole! "I hunted down the Avatar and helped conquer Ba Sing Se because I *chose* to. I could have given up but I didn't. Is there anything you can do besides act like a smug, self-satisfied stoic?"

Mao made a show of considering that question by curling a finger under his strong chin. Finally, he said, "I can actually throw knives pretty well."

"Bwah?"

"See that big apple way up there?" Zuan has too much battlefield experience to blindly follow his finger towards the spot it was pointing, so she kept watching Mao himself as a small knife slid out of his sleeve and fell into his palm. The air around Zuan's fists churned with invisible heat, ready to ignite instantly for self-defense, but, instead of her, Mao's knife struck out at the offending fruit tree.

A golden, knife-stuck apple fell to the freshly cut grass. Mao walked over and picked it up. He carved the soft flesh into quarters, then popped one into his mouth to chew.

Zuan stared back at him.

"If you want some," he said lethargically between bites, "you'll have to get your own apple."

Zuan wordlessly reached up and pulled something out of the nest that was her hair. Loose raven locks and lilies tumbled down onto her shoulders. Zuan's right hand lashed out.

Her concealed knife twanged audibly as it buried itself into the innocent tree. A newly harvested apple fell and bonked Mao on the head, rolling to a stop in the grass. Mao had stopped chewing. He stared at the apple, then looked back at her. Zuan couldn't help but smirk at the faint surprise coloring his features. A little emotion looked good on him.

After a few moments, she blushed with self-conciousness. "I'm, uh, not... the best... firebender. So I, um, train with knives. I'm not strong enough to be a sword-fighter so... yeah..."

The buzz of insects filled the void.

"I - I was bored," Mao confessed. "Royal Academy for Boys. Not much to do there."

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

Someone cleared their throat. Zuan and Mao both turned to find one of the royal household's servants standing there, bowing deeply. "Princess, his majesty wishes to remind you that your five minutes up. The next interview will begin shortly."

With that, the bowing servant backed away.

Zuan looked to Mao and was disappointed to see cracks in his demeanor had resealed themselves. Both his knife and half-eaten apple were nowhere in sight. Instead he blankly offered Zuan her own apple.

"Princess Zuan," he said, bowing slightly.

She took the apple from him, body buzzing with lightning for the first time ever as their briefly fingers touched.

And then he was walking away.

Zuan bit into her apple as she watched him go. Juice ran down her chin, smearing her carefully applied make-up. She could have honestly cared less about the next interview.

Girl!Zuko/Mai, your take on it [1/1]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

Returning from her summer sabbatical to Kyoshi Island was a relief to Mai. The tiny southern island felt frigid even at the height of summer, and moreover Ty Lee's cheery company began to grate after the third day, never mind the third month. Mostly, her relief was at seeing Zuan again.

The Firelord received her in court, as was befitting for any senior-level advisor returning from abroad. It's obvious to Mai's eyes -- but perhaps only because of the gap since they've seen one another -- that Zuan's robe drew tighter across her chest because her breasts were swelling in anticipation of the child growing within her. Her suspicion was confirmed later that night when Zuan pinned her to their bedroom wall and filled Mai's hands with her bosom.

It's only once their reunion cools and they lie together in the dark, that the awkwardness comes. Zuan tensed up in her shoulders and calfs, firmed up her jaw; the fight-or-fight instinct that kicked in for any nervous firebender. Mai laced one hand with Zuan's and used her other to stroke the soft swell of her lover's belly.

There was really nothing to say that wasn't stupid or wrong, but something had to be said. So Mai settled for, "Congratulations."

Zuan hummed softly. "Xinyi's happy."

He would be, Mai thought. Fathering the heir to the throne secured Prince-Consort Xinyi great honor for his family, an already distinguished blood with many allies. He was probably sleeping fitfully in his chamber at the other end of the royal family's private wing. "Are you?"

"I am." Zuan shifted against her, pressing as much bare skin against Mai as possible, slipping her hand from Mai's and taking hold of her bare wrist. Mai shivered at this much-missed feeling. She never allowed anyone else to touch the area beneath her wrist launchers. It'd mean she was unarmed. "It's good for the Fire Nation."

So that was a 'no'.

"I'm tired." Zuan laid a hand over her stomach. "It's been growing a lot this past week. Drains me."

"I missed you."

Zuan kissed her cheek. "So did I. It's not the same without you here, Mai."

She deadpanned, "I serve at the pleasure of the Firelord."

Which was true enough. A Firelord had license to conduct themselves however they saw fit, so long as they didn't father any bastards or carry an illegitimate child. Mai, a noblewoman, served as an advisor to the Firelord in a way that hadn't been done since Sozin and his male lovers. Roku's "betrayal" had been enough to do-in the tradition until Zuan revived it. And it worked, keeping them together, so long as Zuan wanted her and Mai didn't marry. Stealing a noble's spouse was a shameful dishonor, even for a Firelord.

Mai didn't fear. She had Zuan. Azula, disgraced, was rotting in an insane asylum for the rest of her life, just like her now-bendingless father would in prison.

Not bad for an ending. It was even a happy one if you squinted.

They lay in silence for a long time, neither able to drift to sleep. Mai watched Zuan stare at the ceiling, tried to recommit the curve of her face to memory. Finally, when Mai began to feel her eyelids leaden, Zuan said, "Uncle never talked about his wife."

"Yeah?"

"I... guess I just assumed it was because he missed her. And I didn't want to cause him pain. I still can't talk about Mother much." Mai gently ran her fingers through Zuan's long hair. "Spirits, what do I say? How will my child grow up knowing their parents don't love each other?"

"We turned out all right."

"I still remember figuring it out. I couldn't... didn't want to believe it." Zuan's jaw went tight. "What if they hate me? What if they hate you?"

"They won't," she said, shifting to lay her head on the Firelord's chest. Saying it aloud, Mai could almost believe it. "You'll be a good mother, Zuan, and Xinyi is honorable. You wouldn't have married him if he wasn't, politics or not."

"But what if--"

"We'll manage," she promised Zuan. "We always do."

Zuan exhaled. She drew her arms over Mai.

Together, they drifted off to sleep.

[floranna.livejournal.com]

1. Girl!Zuko and Boy!Azula, the royal succession is still male...preferring or what that right word is. How this changes them and their relationship?

2.Girl!Hahn. She still wants to carry the spear and be a hero.

3. Girl!Zuko, being in a ship filled with men brought it's own problems.

Girl!Zuko and Boy!Azula, the royal succession favors males [1/1]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

"I know what you're going to say: he's my brother and I should be trying to get along with him."

"No, he's crazy and he needs to go down."


The fight was over. Prince Azu, chained to a grill, sobbed and breathed ice-blue fire in madness. Zuan could only stare at her brother as he raged out of control.

It wasn't... him. It couldn't be. Azu was fire and strength and self-control. Always control. If the real Azu could see himself, he'd be disgusted. The princess concentrated on that fact. It didn't help.

"Katara," she rasped, throat sore from the breathing superheated air. "You need to go."

"What?"

She pushed the other girl off. "I don't... don't want you to see this."

"We should both go," Katara replied. "You need treatment, and you can order the guards to take Azu some-"

"Azu isn't going anywhere."

"What?"

The princess closed her eyes. She felt so tired. "In the Fire Nation, the chain of succession doesn't let women take the throne--"

"WHAT? Then why did we even come here?!"

"--if any of their immediate male relatives are still alive."

"...No. No! You can't be serious!"

Zuan opened her eyes. Azu was still raging blindly, gasping between sobs for Mother. "Uncle surrendered his claim years ago. Father abdicated when he crowned himself Phoenix King. That leaves Azu or me. I have to do this. I have to, Katara."

"You can't!"

"I was going to, in the fight." Involuntarily, Zuan's hand fell to the raw electrical burn on her abdomen. "How is this any different?"

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" When Zuan didn't respond, Katara went on, softer, "This isn't a fight. This is murder."

"..."

"Zuan."

"I'm sorry."

"Zuan," Katara said slowly, "let me do it."

"No." Tears began to stream down her soot-stained cheeks. "He's my brother."

Katara put a hand to her shoulder, but she didn't walk away.

Zuan stared throw stinging eyes at Azu.

Her brother.

Her baby brother.

* * *

The Fire Sage bellowed, "All hail Fire Lord Zuan!"

[faxandu.livejournal.com]

1. Swap Ursa and Ozai. It'd be interesting to see how they still managed to royally screw over their kinder.

2. Dude Ty Lee. Its impact on Azula, Ozai's Angel's etc.

Dude Ty Lee. [1/1]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

Tai Li is the only boy out of his family's seven children.

He would do anything not to feel special.

* *

There are certain duties required of a noble family's scion, many of which Tai Li has singularly failed to uphold. His scholastic studies are an uphill slog despite the many tutors his parent's have wasted on him. The Royal Academy for Boys chips away at Tai Li's spirit; the ruthless competition it breeds is antithetical to his personality, and the yearly list of influential boys his parents order him to make friends with quickly become enemies.

Athleticism is the one areas he excels in, studying under the best dim mak specialists money can afford, but he lacks the bloodlust to make a proper Fire Nation soldier (and his test scores are bad enough that even a large bribe might not suffice to get him into a military academy).

Tai Li doesn't need to ask his parents if they think he's a failure of a man. He already knows it. Still, they try. They send him to interview with other families to court their daughters despite the handicap of his flighty, un-Fire-like personality. Few families ask for a second interview. None ask for a third.

None, save for one.

They're both damaged goods. Him, because of who he is. Her, because of who she'd once been betrothed to. But he and Mai can at least protect each other while they wait for... something.

It's not love, but at least they're not alone.

[gamiel.livejournal.com]

1. Zuko's crew and Iroh are all woman. How has spending two years surrounded by woman effected him?

2. Girl!Jet, Sukko is the one who falls

3. Mao/Zuan from yukinoomoni prompt. There second date.

Mao/Zuan; their second date

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

There are other second dates, for obvious political reasons. Three years is a political lifetime and it wouldn't do to botch her rapprochement with the court by offending anyone. The gifts Zuan grants her half dozen other suitors are not as fine as the kind she prepares for Mao: a set of Piandao knives, personally forged and stamped by the swordmaster himself as part of his yearly production tithe to the Fire Lord, along with one of his dao. Mao, she learned, had been at the top of his combat training classes at the Royal Boys Academy.

Mao's gift to her is similarly martial, if more exotic.

"You strap them around your wrists," he explains. "The coiled springs launch stilettos with enough force to punch through-and-through a target's skull."

Zuan runs her fingers over the gleaming leather and steel contraption. Machinery is more her father's obsession but this could make a convert out of her. It'd take some getting used to the weight if she wore them while firebending.

She looks up to thank him, a goofy smile on her face, but the small, satisfied look he gives her tells Zuan that he already knows she loves it.

[loopy777.livejournal.com]

1) boy!Suki had always wanted to be a Kyoshi Warrior, not that he would have told anyone, especially his friends and coworkers on the docks. But when the Water Tribe boy is actually allowed to train with them, something in Suki snaps...

2) People think the Blind Belle was a gag fighter like Fire Nation Man. Certainly, the silk dress didn't give the impression of strength. But when he fights, no one can stand against him.

3) Katara has had it up to here with this whole "Woman don't fight" nonsense. But before she can challenge Master Pakku, she needs to get through his prize pupil- Prince Yu.

Sailor Moon Spirit [1/1]

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"How DARE you insult Master Pakku! Elders are to be venerated and obeyed. What you've done here in my father's house is UNFORGIVEABLE!" Prince Yu striped off his royal purple parka and cast it aside. A flock of seabirds took to the air behind him. A slow breeze picked up, pushing aside the long white bangs concealing his eyes to reveal a righteous glare of indignation. Lanky form totally at ease, he punched a fist into the air and shouted, "In the name of the Northern Water Tribe and the ancient laws of hospitality, *I*, Prince Yu, WILL PUNISH Y-" *THWACK!!*

Prince Yu went flying backwards, blood gushing from his smashed nose.

Katara returned her water whip to the skin on her hip.

"More like punished Yu," said Sokka. "Amirite, eh?"

Aang was aghast. "Y-you can't attack somebody in the middle of their transformation sequence, Katara!"

"Says who?"

"It's just not done!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I won. That's what counts, right?"

* * *

(Meanwhile...)

"ACHOO!"

The Firelord said, "Bless you, Azula."

[https://profiles.google.com/ranchoth (from livejournal.com)]

1) 52bd Earth King Kuei was an analogue of Emperor Pu Yi--but one of his predecessors was an analogue of Emperor Elagabalus. ("Gender swap" was specified. Exact nature of swap and amount of insanity was not. :) )

2. Tenzin has Two Mommies.

3. "Your 'bull' sky-bison is pregnant."

Even as a woman, she's manlier than anyone. [1/1]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

"Your 'bull' sky-bison is pregnant."

"That's impossible!"

"The test result are conclusive. We ran them three times just to be sure."

"But... how?!"

* * *

"Uncle, have you been putting on weight?"

"Nonsense, Prince Zuko. How could I? I can barely keep down my breakfast most mornings."

* * *

"Awww... who's a snuggly-wruggly?" June rubbed Nyla's snot. "That's right. It's you. So stop being so sad about the Avatar's big beastie, okay? It was just a one-time thing, and you were both sick on perfume fumes."

Like me with Grandpa Creepy.

June shuddered at the memory of that morning after. Well, at least a roll in the hay had never hurt *her*.

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

Girl!Zuko and still-a-Girl!Azula, sisters

Girl!Pakku, ambitions

Boy!Ty Lee and Boy!Mai with still-a-Girl!Azula and still-a-Boy!Zuko, Ever since he got back, people have been calling them Azula's harem.

Girl!Pakku, ambitions [1/1]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

It burned.

Pakka had accepted a complete novice into her healing classes, let her sit on lesson across a half dozen skill levels, and the girl could barely bring herself to stay awake. THIS was the hope of the Southern Water Tribe? Pakka knew laziness when she saw it. Pity her people's southernly cousins could only hope to rely on such an idiot for their collective future. Pakka breezed past the child after the day's classes concluded, unwilling to waste any more of her valuable time on such an arrogant, sullen child.

...

Still.

She tried not to let the disappointment get to her. Returning the healing arts to the South Pole... what teacher wouldn't dream of such a legacy? To be the teacher of a whole nation, to have their personal style practiced by girls and women for generations to come? If Katara had been a boy, such a prospect would earn him a slot next to the Avatar in an elite class. Pakka had outmaneuvered her junior healers for the right to the Southern Water Tribe's daughter. Too bad the girl had such twisted sensibilities.

Feh. If the whelp wanted to undress in the dark and pretend there was something dangling between her legs, let her! Pakka had real work to do.

BSOC: Big Sister on Campus [1/1]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

Azula spotted them as soon as they entered the Royal Academy's library. Which wasn't exactly a notable achievement; Zuan banged down the alleyway between tables with all the grace of an earthbender, and her sister's hangers-on were a rolling avalanche of giggles.

"Hey Azula!" her sister called out, earning a reproachful glare from the librarian who guarded the off-limit stacks in the next room. "The girls and I are heading down to the beach to play some kuai ball. Want to come?"

"Keep it down, dum-dum," Azula hissed. "People are trying to study in here."

Zuan looked around the empty library.

"Azula," she said, voice full of self-righteous patience, "there's more to life than dusty old books. You've been here for four months already. Don't you think it's time you started making some friends?"

She ignored her sister's pleading look, focusing instead on adding to her handwritten notations. "I'll get right on that, Zuzu."

Her sister's friends tittered. One of them overtly whispered, "She has a nickname for you! That's darling."

Zuan said, "Lihn's sister Ty Lee is going to be there. She's in your year. Have you two met yet?"

Azula felt a hot flush creep up the nape of her neck. She hated feeling this small. Her older sister never made her feel this way back home. Here at the Academy, there was no one to watch out for her. The only people who really liked her were her teachers. The other girls who'd tried were just leeches, people who weren't good enough to make the cut for Zuan's little gang and that Azula knew were settling for the second princess available.

Bristling, Azula looked up and said, "Can't you see I'm trying to read?"

Sadness passed across Zuan's eyes. It made Azula feel angry, like she'd failed some sort of test. "Sorry. If you change your mind, we'll be down at the black sands, okay?"

Later, when she was alone in her dorm room, Azula re-read the letters her parents had sent her and tried to imagine how the palace would look like now that early winter was settling in. She missed Dad. She even missed Mom.

It wasn't fair. Her first year at the Academy wasn't supposed to be like this. All anyone cared about was Zuan this and Zuan that. The girls laughed and smiled at everything Zuzu said and the idiot ate it all up, didn't realize they only hung around her because she was Prince Ozai's heir.

Outside, Zuan and her friends were laughing as they walked out the gates on the road to the beach. Azula slammed her window shut and buried her head under her pillow.

And here I go, using LJ for the first time in years

[ketrus.livejournal.com]

Male!Toph is a shameless, relentless flirt. Aangjing begins to understand why the nuns lived half a world away from the monks.

As it turns out, the reason no one sees the King of Omashu is because 'he' really isn't a King in the strictest sense... crossover with Fate/Stay night if you think you can manage it.

Female!Jet appreciates motivation and drive in her troops. What leader doesn't? Still, life would be a lot easier if only the mostly-male mostly-teenage Freedom Fighters could at least TRY to be subtle.

(Edit: I got a little too enthusiastic and forgot the limitation of 1-3)

Re: And here I go, using LJ for the first time in years

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

I'm not familiar enough with Fate/Stay Night to write a crossover for it. Would you like to make an alternate suggestion for your second prompt? (Only one idea if you do, please.)

Male!Toph is a shameless, relentless flirt. [1/1]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

"Look, buddy, I understand. Trust me. It's like... Aanjing drops into your life, and suddenly you're blasting off to far away lands with beautiful women who dress you up in their clothes or turn into the Moon. It's intoxicating."

"Um, what?"

"But you're making amateur mistakes, Toph. Girls don't like catcalls or getting handsy. You gotta work up to that stuff."

"You do?"

"Yeah. If the girls don't want to play along, you look like a jerk, and then other girls hear about your jerkness and suddenly your last week's smelly catch. But the trick to getting to play along... is you gotta be coooooool."

"I'm cool!"

"Yeah yeah. Earth Rumble champ. I get that. And the giant belt is awesome. Chicks dig the belt. But there's cool and there's coooooool."

"Uh huh. You're a real modern day Shu."

"Hey. You can't argue with result. Women love The Sokka. That pink chick from the tank--"

"Blind."

"--with the huge--"

"Blind, sadly."

"Oh man. I'm so sorry. The bouncy one."

"Yeah?"

"She said I was cute."

"Bullshit."

"Am I lying? You can tell."

"...Damn it."

"See? I got some enemy action going on. Water Tribe girls, Earth Kingdom girls, Fire Nation girls. It's only a matter of time before Aanjing falls before The Sokka's manly charm."

"Fine. What do I do? How do I be 'coooool'?"

"Coooooool."

"Whatever."

"You gotta calm, confident, willing to take a hit to your dignity--"

"You do that last one a lot."

"Wait and listen, Toph. Wait and listen to girls. It's like earthbending."

"Yeah, except with earthbending I can bend all the rock I want whenever I want."

"Okay. That was a bad mental imagine."

"Oh, don't even--! I've seen the way you polish your boomerang."

"ANYWAY... the key to cooooooolness is *not* chasing chicks. You just make yourself as studly as can be and the chicks will come to you."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Huh. Thanks, Sokka."

"Always glad to lend a brother a helping hand."

"Can you lend me your sister while you're at it? Because wow."

"WHOA! No! Nonononono... no. Thou shalt not hit on thy bro's little sister, young man! On this team we obey the Bro Code."

"What's the Bro Code?"

"Sigh... clear your schedule. You clearly have a lot more to learn about men and women."

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Koh :).

Okay serious suggestions.... what hasn't been done already, or I can think of another angle... I've already seen a good Haru swap so.....

Katara, manly men doing manly things.

Song, Teo, On Ji or Jin, cause one-shot's need love to.

The Sea Serpent. Turns out the species exhibits extreme sexual dimorphism, the other sex is much, much, bigger.

Katara, manly men doing manly things. [1/1]

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It was a burden, being the one on the team who wore the pants.

Aang's vegetarianism and pacifism didn't really gel with the do-daring globetrotting heroes thing that Katatui had hoped they'd be after that rescue raid on Prince Zuko's ship. His elder brother was simply a disgrace, dressing up like a girl as he had. Katatui had almost convinced himself that it'd been some twisted plan of his brother's to bag the Kyoshi Warriors' leader when all the other little warning signs cropped up, like Sokka's eagerness to browse marketplaces "just because". Because nothing was more important on prison raids to free captive earthbenders than proper accessorization!

The sad fact was that only Toph came close to helping him carry the banner of manly adventure, and she was still a she. Which was fine, sorta. Toph was a cool kid. Katatui just wanted some damsel to rescue, y'know? You couldn't be a real storybook hero unless you rescued some girl. If the universe had been following the rules, it'd have been a girl Avatar he freed from that iceberg. Instead their team was a huge sausage fest.

At least their enemies had the hot femme fatale thing going on. They made for good eye-candy, that knife-throwing chick especially.

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What hooked me was when Zuan completed the thought "if any male relatives are still alive." That more than slightly caught my attention. XD

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Oops, didn't realize this would appear on the main meme list. This was for when Zuan kills Azu.

Re: Male!Toph is a shameless, relentless flirt. [1/1]

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I was going to copy/paste my favorite lines...but the whole ficlet is that. I mean...Wow! I love fics where Sokka & Zuko have fun bro conversations/adventures, but Toph?! Seriously the joke, lines and comments were so in-character here it was...can we please PLEASE see more of this? (no pun intended for Toph XD)