Round eleven
Well, perhaps not kissing. Not yet, anyway.
That only comes after fifteen thousand tortured words of coy glances, bizarre insistence on denial (seriously, how many kissing fics have as a major plot point the fact that at least one person involved cannot POSSIBLY accept the idea that they might just be attracted to another human being? It’s an oddly specific cliche), and at least three actual attempts at a plot. In the immortal words of Paratactician: “When writing kissin’ fic, delay for as long as youpossibly can.”
She had been incredibly insistent that she was not doing any such thing
See? I told you.
“…And stop breathing, it’s really distracting,”
[something clever about Jeong-Jeong goes here. Seriously my mind is so blank I can’t even muster the power to punt a ball of tumbleweed across my cortexes. Corteces? Corti? Anyway my point is Jeong-Jeong is the anti-comedy]
And go into every town with weapons peace-tied
This will be of great comfort to people, who will now be reassured that only some of the guards could kill them at any moment. Unless all the firebenders go handcuffed or something.
“Wh-WHAT? He – Zuko is not – absolutely NOT – my boyfrie-aaaaaaaaaahh!”
YOU SEE
“I know. But two more weeks, brother, and then a lifetime of peace and power,”
I know it’s hard to admit, guys, but scientology is a complete scam.
Entropy is the natural order of the world. Fighting against it will only bring you pain and turn the tide of destruction inwards.
“You have a choice, Fire Lord. You can destroy us, if you like, and blow up all the airships in the world with us. Or do you think you can control us? You would become like unto a god, and dictate the will of all of us, including everyone born between March and August. This would also blow up all the airships in the world. Or you can choose to meld us. Everyone would become an incredibly crap Avatar, with the power to start small campfires, lift medium-sized rocks, jump a little bit higher, and wash a dog with the power of their mind. This would, again, destroy all the airships.
“CHOOSE.”
Zuko, who has been bleeding to death all this time, stares blankly ahead for ten minutes before passing out from bloodloss.
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schnozzberrytart reblogged this from thingsareswinging and added:
IT’S A SHIPPING FIC, YOU BETTER BELIEVE THIS IS GONNA BE STRETCHED OUT TO INFINITY AND BEYOND. And yes I have to write...
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