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. 

MEME IS CLOSED

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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."

Re: Rule 63'd Canon Couples [2/3]

[yukinoomoni.livejournal.com]

I totally lol'ed at the end. I love your subtle looks into the past, with Zuan dealing with the males in her journey and the idiocy of would-be suitors dealing with her scar (and the scar! Yay you kept it. Zuko isn't Zuko in any form without it).

One thing - who's Chin Tao?

Re: Rule 63'd Canon Couples [2/3]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

Chin Tao is an OC from a TyZula story I wrote recently called "Not As Hard As You". She's basically my go-to alt!Dangerous Lady, a combat acupuncturist with Doctor McCoy's acerbic personality that Azula picks up if Mai or Ty Lee doesn't attend school with her when they're children.

Re: Rule 63'd Canon Couples [2/3]

[yukinoomoni.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, an all-purpose OC. Neat!