14 Aug 2012

The Slowest Drawfag: driftlaughingalonewithships: plotdesigner: harpalyce: plotdesigner:...

theslowestdrawfag:

plotdesigner:

driftlaughingalonewithships:

plotdesigner:

harpalyce:

plotdesigner:

harpalyce:

what I can’t get over with that whole ‘let’s edit Lieu to be young and hawt’ is

why would you edit out his nose structure like that

he has such a great nose

his nose is impossible…

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch to a newer model?”

Amon swept up behind Lieutenant, who was glaring into the mirror, and pulled him into a hug, his front to Lieutenant’s back. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“I’m getting old, Amon,” Lieutenant said. He rapped his knuckles against his reflection, down the lines around his mouth and the bruises from his last run in with the Faultlines. “Shouldn’t you have someone pretty on your arm? Someone who the Equalists could - “

But he didn’t finish the sentence because Amon placed his hand over his mouth. Lieutenant watched Amon’s reflection as Amon’s knuckles rolled under his mustache, as his fingers touched the laugh lines around his mouth. “I do have someone beautiful on my arm. Someone who’s been with me from the beginning. I remember when you started to show your age, and I can name when and where you got most of your scars.”

“B - “

“Shhh.” He ran his thumb just under Lieutenant’s eye. “You go sleepless for me.” His other hand, on Lieutenant’s forehead. “You worry for me.” The first hand, at his laugh lines again. “You laugh for me.” Amon dropped his hands down Lieutenant’s front.

“All over, you’re marked by me. Why wouldn’t I want it? Why wouldn’t I find that beautiful? And if people want to complain,” and Amon blew hot air into Lieutenant’s ear, “they can deal with it. “

“Yes, Amon,” Lieutenant said, and he meant it.

Eeee.

14 Aug 2012
theslowestdrawfag: driftlaughingalonewithships: harpalyce: “You shouldn’t be here, Lieu.” His voice was still rough, and there was still blood seeping through the bandages, even though most of them were scheduled to come off today. The Lieutenant knew; he had asked. Nobody knew the true identity of this ragged and broken man, borne to the shore by his brother, and it seemed good to keep things that way. He had not been expecting his Lieutenant to live. He had not been expecting himself to live. In fact he had been actively wishing for the opposite most of the time these days. He certainly had not expected his Lieutenant to survive, and to find him. The other man still seemed weak, and from the gossip of the nurses had apparently collapsed at the clinic’s stairs when he finally arrived. When he heard of the other patient, he hadn’t known if he should be terrified or relieved. A whirlwind of emotion. Nothing made very much sense anymore, after all. Especially the way his Lieutenant’s anger had faded and become something else. The other man reached up to play with the end of the bandages wrapped around his face. Today they would come off, and today Noatak would have the face of a monster that he deserved. And yet… “Please. You shouldn’t be here,” he pleaded. The Lieutenant smiled - he could hear it in the other man’s voice. “After all that’s happened, do you really think you can keep me from this? …From seeing you?” He squeezed Noatak’s free hand. Noatak hadn’t intended to do it - it hurt badly, making his ribs and shoulder ache - but a small laugh wormed its way out of him for the first time it what seemed like years. Perhaps he was even smiling. “…Should have you punished for insubordination,” he joked weakly, voice shaking in remembrance of all they had lost. The other man said nothing, merely silencing him with the first kiss they had truly shared. SCREECH SHRIEK AUGH HNNGH

theslowestdrawfag:

driftlaughingalonewithships:

harpalyce:

“You shouldn’t be here, Lieu.”

His voice was still rough, and there was still blood seeping through the bandages, even though most of them were scheduled to come off today. The Lieutenant knew; he had asked. Nobody knew the true identity of this ragged and broken man, borne to the shore by his brother, and it seemed good to keep things that way.

He had not been expecting his Lieutenant to live. He had not been expecting himself to live. In fact he had been actively wishing for the opposite most of the time these days. He certainly had not expected his Lieutenant to survive, and to find him. The other man still seemed weak, and from the gossip of the nurses had apparently collapsed at the clinic’s stairs when he finally arrived. When he heard of the other patient, he hadn’t known if he should be terrified or relieved. A whirlwind of emotion. Nothing made very much sense anymore, after all.

Especially the way his Lieutenant’s anger had faded and become something else.

The other man reached up to play with the end of the bandages wrapped around his face. Today they would come off, and today Noatak would have the face of a monster that he deserved. And yet…

“Please. You shouldn’t be here,” he pleaded.

The Lieutenant smiled - he could hear it in the other man’s voice.

“After all that’s happened, do you really think you can keep me from this? …From seeing you?” He squeezed Noatak’s free hand.

Noatak hadn’t intended to do it - it hurt badly, making his ribs and shoulder ache - but a small laugh wormed its way out of him for the first time it what seemed like years. Perhaps he was even smiling. “…Should have you punished for insubordination,” he joked weakly, voice shaking in remembrance of all they had lost.

The other man said nothing, merely silencing him with the first kiss they had truly shared.

SCREECH SHRIEK

AUGH

HNNGH

9 Aug 2012

Hands

lemonlaundrysoap:

Lieumon. I regret nothing. 

From Lieutenant’s point of view. Part two to this. This ship is so serious. So this is what happens when I try to make sexyangstyfluff. 

I hurried home that night and tried desperately not to think of my actions, but failed miserably. The feel of his skin under the mask haunted my fingers. Years. I had known Amon for years. I had been one of the first to join the equalists. Where was my control? I suddenly found myself wishing I had a mask so I could distance myself from him. Then it occurred to me perhaps he was using the mask the same way.

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Hnnnnng

7 Aug 2012

Lieumon: Watchful

More squishiness for your enjoyment.

Hiroshi Sato, strolling through the corridors of the Equalist Headquarters grabbed a nearby Equalist by the shoulder as she walked by. “Where’s the Lieutenant?”

It was after the attack on Pro Bending Arena. While they were still in the process of tallying up everyone who had or had not made it back from the mission, the Lieutenant should have returned in the airship with Amon. But he was not among the Equalists doing headcounts and directing the injured to the infirmary where he should’ve been.

“Didn’t you hear? He was knocked off the roof of the Pro Bending Arena by the Avatar.”

Hiroshi looked as horrified as he felt. That was a heck of a way to fall. He thanked her and immediately headed for Amon’s office.


Amon was pacing back and forth in front of his desk, hands clasped behind his back. He did not look up when Hiroshi entered without knocking.

“Amon. I just heard about the Lieutenant. Are you all right?”

He cast the industrialist a surprised look before answering. “Yes. I’m fine.”

Hiroshi paced a comforting hand on his shoulder, halting him in his pacing. “He’ll make it back. I’m sure of it. He probably just got caught up somewhere.” He hoped he did not sound as unconvincing as he felt.

Amon said nothing at first. Then, “I feel I should be out there looking for him.”

“He wouldn’t want that.”

“I know,” he replied before resuming his pacing.

The industrialist sighed and watched him. He could think of nothing more to say.


The office door slammed open suddenly causing Hiroshi to jump and Amon to stop pacing and look up.

“Sir!” the Equalist exclaimed enthusiastically. “The Lieutenant is here! He’s being taken to the infirmary.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Hiroshi sighed.

The recruit stood aside to let them pass, the industrialist having to jog to keep up.


The Lieutenant was already occupying one of the beds while one of their nurses was fixing his left arm into a sling.

He gave them a wan smile when the two appeared. “Sorry I’m late. I got-”

“Caught up?” Hiroshi finished, grinning.

“One armed swimming,” Liu explained with a nod.

“I’m glad you’re all right,” he said, giving him a sincere smile.

He smiled back.

Amon waited for the nurse to leave before pulling back the chair next to the Lieutenant’s bed and taking a seat. An awkward silence descended.

Hiroshi took the hint. “Right. Yes. I’ll, uh. I’ll just leave you two alone. Good night, Lieutenant.”

“Good night, Hiroshi.”

“Liu-” Amon began once the industrialist had left.

Liu pressed a finger to the mask’s lips. “Amon. I’m all right. That’s all that matters.”

He blinked, then dropped his gaze to his hands. “… I was worried.”

The Lieutenant smiled apologetically. “I know.”

Amon reached out a hand and laced their fingers together. “You should get some rest.”

“Are you sure? You don’t need me for anything?”

He chuckled and pushed Liu’s fringe out of his eyes. “We can manage without you for one night.”

The Lieutenant sighed. “All right.” Then settled back under the covers and closed his eyes.

“Sleep well, Liu.” He added quietly, “I will watch over you.”

6 Aug 2012

Lieumon: Give & Take (Chapter 5)

driftlaughingalonewithships:

Title: Give & Take
Rating: M

A/N: The subtitle for this chapter is ‘Amon Is An Idiot, And Lieu Is Very Long Suffering’. All thanks for this fic goes to the marvelous theslowestdrawfag, thanks for the medical advice goes to sushi, title assistance thanks (even though i think i picked this chapter quote all on my own) to lily, and to my own long suffering partner, James, who not only drove six hours today, but is now sitting up while I post this anyway, and edits better than anybody I could ever ask. Links to all previous chapters can be found here.

Have some feels, guys.

So what is our goal, anyway. Lieu looked up at me from the table of our kitchen, where the first designs for our uniforms were sketched out, and he leaned back in the chair, crossed his arms. A Non-Bender on the council? An end to Bending power? That won’t stop the people in the Triads, or the others who abuse their skills.

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*blubbers* That ending. ;A;

(Source: byrnefairaday)

2 Aug 2012

amonandlieu:

clownprince-of-crime:

The Avatar Rises :: Amon as Bane

“I am Republic City’s reckoning.”

Does this make the Lieutenant Talia?

(Source: ravenroths)

1 Aug 2012
fuckyeahlieumon: Lieumon Headcanon #05 Amon loves kissing Lieutenant’s scars. Lieu wishes he could do the same. Augh, sudden pain in chest. ;A;

fuckyeahlieumon:

Lieumon Headcanon #05

Amon loves kissing Lieutenant’s scars. Lieu wishes he could do the same.

Augh, sudden pain in chest. ;A;

1 Aug 2012

theslowestdrawfag:

askthelieutenant:

Judging by how he behaved when I got it, I’m not sure if I believe him.

And I don’t think you are the only one who thinks that way about the uniform.

I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP

WHY ARE YOU SO QUALITY I HATELOVE YOU

These two can be just so darn adorable sometimes.

31 Jul 2012

Lieumon: Name

Another squishy drabble/ficlet this time based on the “named for Lu Ten” headcanon. C:

“What’s your name?”

The lieutenant looked up from his tea, surprised by the question. He pursed his lips and stared back down into the contents of his cup before answering. “Lu Ten.”

Amon sounded surprised. “You were named for General Iroh’s son, Lu Ten?”

“Yes. My father served in the Fire Nation Army with him.”

“You’ve never mentioned your parents before.”

“… No,” he replied, dropping his gaze back to his tea. He stared at it long and hard before “I was the eldest of three,” came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop it. “Imagine their disappointment when I turned out to be the only non-bender.” That was an understatement.

The hand holding his teacup began to shake and he chewed on his lip as unwanted tears began to build in his eyes. Dammit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. He had not spoken with anyone about his miserable childhood. Lu supposed this was was testament to how entirely comfortable he felt in Amon’s presence, for with anyone else, even Hiroshi, he would have simply clammed up and refused to speak further on the matter.

He felt a hand enclose his own and he looked up, meeting Amon’s gaze. It was not one of pity, but of quiet understanding.

Amon touched the side of his face with his other hand and as if that was a signal for the floodgates to open, the tears began to flow unbidden from his eyes.

He crumpled, then and began to weep out sixteen years of bottled anguish.

EDIT:  Oh God the errors.

31 Jul 2012

theslowestdrawfag:

thanatos-13:

What I first saw:

*cough*

I’m sorry and

How are you so perfect?!?!

I have no words please let me express my feelings through interpretive dance this gif:

T-that is just too adorable for words I can’t even sdjfhdkfghsdkf how are you so perfect?!

That’s what I first saw too. xD

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