#Jetko fanfic

[sooz-again]

He’s gone to the one place he knows he can be alone; the roof above his balcony. Servants won’t think to find him here. Maybe Zuko won’t either. So he sits alone, and without his tiger blades. Jet thinks if he sees them, the temptation might be too great. Mixed with the rotten churning of his mind is a steep homesickness; not just for the familiar territories of his homeland, but for the simpler time of living in the trees of Gaipan Forest. The struggles faced there, though more tangible and threatening than anything here, are something he’d much rather come up against than this.  “Jet?” A voice from below. Of course. Jet scowls, and says nothing, but remains where he is. 

It's cool if you don't like Jetko, just please keep those opinions off this post.

[dont-leafmealone]

For the seventh and final day of @jetkoweek2024, Post-canon!

Rated T for language and violence (none in this first chapter)

Jet arrives in the heart of the Fire Nation with a simple goal: infiltrate the palace, remove the Fire Lord, and cement a victory for the people uprooted by the Fire Nation's tyranny. But when Fire Lord Zuko seems to have a commitment toward doing good — and the rebel group Jet's allied with reveal nefarious ends of their own — Jet must defend the very people he was hired to kill, and prevent the rebel group's plans from coming to fruition...without either side catching on. // Zuko, exhausted from juggling the tasks of leading a country while barely an adult, aiding his sister's rehabilitation, and dodging increasingly frequent assassination attempts that the Kyoshi Warriors themselves can hardly keep up with, hires a bodyguard. When an old flame, long believed to be dead, strolls through the Palace doors, Zuko takes a leap of faith and hires him. Zuko himself has changed, after all. And what they had was in the past — they can both be professional about this. ...Right? Or: One man's spy thriller is another man's rom-com.

[halcyonterror]

It's a fifteen minute walk to the store, I should leave now and avoid rush hour and dark, right?

I know this, my brain is screaming at me, but I'm still reading Jetko fanfic. Sigh.

[salalberryjam]

All my ships are like

FUCK you I do what I WANT!!😤

*jumps into worlds worst relationship

[vamp-stamp-fics]

Jet hates his face. He can't stand to look at it. He always looks away from mirrors when he's in the bathroom or ignores his reflection completely whenever he walks past water.

He doesn't believe he's ugly, no far from it. Jet knows he's not from the way girls smile shyly whenever he talks to them. The way they giggle with flustered faces whenever they're in his presence. Smellerbee always rolls her eyes whenever he indulges a little in flirting with girls whenever they pass in a town.

No, Jet hates his face because he looks just like his mother.

His beautiful, caring mother. The one that would always kiss him goodnight after telling him stories of spirits or star-crossed lovers. She was a hopeless romantic jet remembers that. His mother who would coddle him and rock her in his lap after he came home crying, another one of the village boys picking on him for how small he was. Jet used to be quite scrawny and weak if his freedom fighters could believe that.

His mother, the one that protected him from the seething hot flames the best she could the day the fire nation came to their village. while his father did his best to hold the soldiers off. And when he failed to do so, held jet tight to her as she told him to run as far as he could and to never look back. Even promising him she'd be right behind him.

He didn't keep the promise of not looking back as Jet heard the wailing screams of his mother dying. Tears blurring his view of her as the last thing he saw of her was her eyes. Only to see her killer on a Komodo Rhino in front of him with a hatred he'd never seen before.

So now jet covers mirrors. And if he can't do that, he breaks them. Letting the glass shatter as his fist covers in blood. Not only does jet hate that he looks like his mother, but he has the same hatred in his eyes as her killer. Hatred for the fire nation and what it did to him, to his own people and others.

And the thought of the only reminisce jet has left of his mother being tarnished by seeing her face with hatred in her eyes, would kill him sooner than what was to become of him in ba sing se.

[unevenpatterns]

Fic idea - Dai Li's brainwashing doesn't work on Zuko (Jetko)

Both Jet and Zuko get arrested by the Dai Li. Iroh doesn't see it in time to interfere.

They get stuck in cells next to each other and every day both Jet and Zuko are taken to the room with the spinning light.

But watching the fire turning doesn't have the same effect on Zuko, he can feel the spinning fire with his bending and is more aware of it through that than through seeing it. The first day he doesn't even understand what they are trying to do to him.

Then he comes back to his cell and Jet is acting weird. Asking questions he should know the answer to, and this is where Zuko starts getting worried.

He learns to play along and pretend, say what they want to hear. He's had years of practice doing this at home after all, he can tell when someone want him to say something specific.

Every night he comes back to the cell and talks to Jet who gets more lost and confused as the days pass by. Zuko doesn't know what to do, and just keeps talking trying to keep Jet sane.

One night Jet comes back and doesn't remember him. He asks if they're friends.

Zuko says yes even though he knows it's a lie.

[transbloom]

hey does anybody have any good fic recs for blue spirit / vigilante / freedom fighter zuko? i've been scouring the archive but only so many Grip me. preferably complete and with heapings of dramatic irony!

[avatar-legends-confessionblog]

Something I've noticed in Zutara fics is that they make Zuko way too emotionally mature and generally competent/smart compared to canon while a lot of Zukka fics tend to make him way more dense, innocent and sweet compared to canon. I have been reading Atla fics lately and I've noticed this happening so often. It's jarring to me in both cases, I feel like it's the byproduct of writers making the characters fit tropes hence why the startling difference between how Zuko is characterized based on ship. I've also noticed Jetko fics somehow have the most in-character writing on average. Which is wild??? It's the last two characters I could see realistically working out as a couple and yet the fics feel more believable then most others. This is wild to me because they are even more in-character then most gen fics within the fandom too, which is saying something because in my usual fandom experience those are usually the ones with the best writing, but the Atla fandom is diff ig. I have literally no idea why but huge respect to Jetko authors for somehow making it work? (Obviously there's great gen fics, great Zutara and Zukka fics but I'm just generalizing here from what I've noticed.)

X

[astarrafterdark]

What if Jet was released from Lake Laogai and couldnt remember that he hated firebenders. He meets Smellerbee again and is surprised to see her because of his brainwashing, but happy nonetheless. She is surprised by the realization that he doesnt hate firebenders anymore, but doesnt say anything because she wants him to leave their old ways behind.

Settling into life in Ba Sing Se, Jet explores the city until one day, he walks by a tea shop - The Jasmine Dragon. He's drawn into the shop by a handsome boy with a scar pouring tea for a customer who seems familiar to Jet somehow. His eyes are locked on the oblivious tea server as he approaches him.

"Hey I'm Jet" he says to the object of his interest who looks up from his tray with bewilderment. What he asked in his head was "how could he forget me so quickly?" To Jet, whose face he could never forget, he replied "Lee" and paused "nice to meet you"

[agustse4]

By the time someone comes to kill him, Zuko has begun to wonder if there truly are no capable assassins left in the Earth Kingdom after his fathers war. And then Zuko is staring at a ghost.

Zuko is staring at a ghost, and from the stricken lines of Jet's face, he might be too.

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Featuring Jet drawing (wrong) conclusions all on his own and a nice dose of angst and badass Suki. (Am I too late for @jetkoweek2024 ???)

[abicherryz]

Helloooo i made a Jetko server for anyone that wants to join :D

I’ve never done this kind of thing before but I realized there’s no active servers, so I had to make my own, I need people to talk to about these idiots, also we can share art and fics and stuff, please share the invite to anyone who might be interested <3

[paygeling]

HI YALL!! prompts are in and voting is happening RIGHT NOW!!! all votes will be tallied by Sunday 7/7 and winning prompts will be announced shortly after! please vote for your favorite prompts and BE SURE of the ones you select because you can only submit you choices once ! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[dont-leafmealone]

Breaking news: flame to a vapor FINAL UPDATE OUT NOW!!

Zuko continues to make choices, Jet continues to be very mad at him, and Azula deep-fries an Avatar.

(this isn't the end of the story btw! I figured I should break it up based on what season of the show it takes place in, so part II will pick up at the beginning of Book 3: Fire)

[art-ro-vert]

Authors who say “I had so much fun writing it!” about their fanfiction, how do you do that?

When I write, it is either:

a. Weird kind of flow where I don’t realize that I was writing for 3 hours. I just kinda zoom out and the writing happens without my conscious participation.

b. Shedding tears while trying to finish what I’ve written during the flow. Writing literally 20 words of bullshit per hour and hating myself for not being able to finish the damn thing.

[dwoality2123]

Wait for Me?

A presence appears on his vulnerable side. He doesn't turn to look nor does he tense nor let his breath get caught in his throat. “Hi,” he whispers into the tranquil quiet.

“Hi,” he hears barely.

He hums. “Would you mind if you transfer to my other side? It's hard to hear you when your words are this gentle and quiet....and, I want to see you.”

It was quiet but he felt his companion move to his right side. Still, he does not turn to look at the tuft of brown hair better, or the ever-so-slightly blemished warm skin. He merely looks on, admiring the astonishing view that the high vantage point gives him. 

He sees hands fiddling, a rare sign of vulnerability that Zuko finds out of character—to give Zuko with trust he does not know he deserves. A long beat and Jet finally talks 

“Did it ever mean anything?”

“It always did, for me. My heart has always been printed on my sleeve and I am not dishonest enough to be able to fake such authenticity.”

Silence.

“I did lie to you. I have lied about my name, and my character. I have lied about my scar, and about a lot else. But my feelings were as true as the sky is blue. Please, do not doubt that aspect of me.”

Yet another meaningful silence, a moment for his words to settle in Jet's mind.

“It hurt.”

“I know.” And he did. To find that your lover is part of a nation that you so passionately hate. To find that your lover's people were the cause of your misery, the slaughterers of your family and of your friends and of your village. That is a pain pill hard to swallow. “And I'm sorry.”

But, at the same time, Zuko was a child younger than Jet when it happened. And Zuko's only part in that act of sin was his ignorance and complacency. He does not say these things, for he knows he cannot handle Jet's wrath right now. His bellowing voice and his words. 

“I hurt you too,” Jet mumbles almost too quietly for Zuko to pick up on, but he did. Mumbled with a cracking voice.

“You did.”

“I've hurt so many people.”

“You have.”

Jet bends over, forehead touching his hands from where they rest, clasped together, on the half wall before him. He takes a shaky breath and clenches his jaw. And then he straightens himself, moves his hands to grip the wall tightly instead, neck craned upwards and eyes blinking quickly. “What do I do?”

He turns to look at him—looks at the way his tanned skin glows warmly under the golden rays of the sun setting in the horizon, his straw-like hair that tells of a hardened life billowing with the gentle winds, and his brown eyes glinting with amber and hazel...yet dim and haunted. 

Reluctance outlines his hands as his pale fingers glows almost white in contrast to the gaunt cheek to caresses. A miniscule twitch in Jet's hands doesn't go unnoticed, the clench of his fists and the frightful and hesitant gulp of saliva. Yet, despite it all—the fears and the doubts and the distrust, he leans his cheek into Zuko's awaiting palm.

Zuko looks at him with soft and fond eyes, the gold of his eyes glowing brighter than ever with the concentration of the sun in them. Jet looks at him from under his dark lashes for a miniscule moment before looking to the colorful sky. 

Tentatively, Jet's calloused hands—and thin, thinner that it was before, thinner than it should have been, malnourishment highlighting the jutted bones of his knuckles—wraps itself around Zuko's, guiding it gently towards his chapped lips to press a kiss against his reddish knuckles that sends a message of a thousand unspoken words. 

Jet lets his lips rest on the back of Zuko's hand, and in his humble ethereal glow, Zuko sees all the reasons his heart started fluttering for the man in front of him. Jet's eyes are closed and his hand squeezes his a bit tighter, as if he was daydreaming of a universe beyond their knowledge or maybe he was reminiscing of memories that feel out of reach—too good to be true but no less real. 

And Zuko can only watch and ingrain the image into his brain for his mind to see and remember for all the days to come, to dream about in the star-filled nights, to feel when his memories slowly leave him in his old age—if he survives long enough to reach that.

But nothing can stay in the beautiful stasis for long, no matter how much he wishes it to, for time is never on their side and time will continue to take if he lets it. So he turns his hand in Jet's grip and watches him sadly open his eyes with a knowing and resigned glint. He holds Jet's chin and lifts it upward, commanding Jet to look at him. 

Then he goes back to caressing Jet's cheek, letting the pads of his finger ink all of his wishes and desires on Jet's skin, hoping he is open enough for Jet to understand—and he does, if the shaky exhale was anything to go by. Zuko smiles affectionately.

“Let them learn, Jet, let them learn to forgive. And if they cannot, then you learn to let go, to move on and move forward, to heal.” He gently brushes away the fallen lash on Jet's cheek. “Heal, Jet. If not for yourself, then for anyone else. And if not for anyone else, then for yourself.”

Jet's eyes gained a teary sheen and he opened his mouth a bit then closed it with an exhale, pressing himself deeper into the soft touch of Zuko's. And he opens his mouth again to whisper, “I don't know how.”

He gazes into Jet's eyes, thoughts swirling behind the amber hue of his eyes. To say: you will figure it out, that is a promise and that is inevitable. Try and you will succeed. Open your mind and see yourself and see the world, see, Jet. Look and you're going to find what you seek. But for you to be able to move forward, you need to let go, Jet. 

To tell him: you are not alone, not as much as you seem to think. And you will never be alone because I will always be there, at your beck and call. No matter what, I'll figure out a way to get to you.

Instead he says only, “you need to stop focusing on every bad thing and you need to start accepting the good things, or else you'll forever be miserable.”

“I don't deserve to…” Jet trails off.

And Zuko understands what was left unsaid. Because he's felt it so passionately, and believed in it for so long. And he knows it's not true.

“You don't need to deserve happiness, you just need to be. You've done awful things, yes, so make amends. You can't take it all back, but you can't swallow in despair forever.”

Jet looks at him, trying so hard to keep the tears at bay. He understands, just as he understood all of the messages sent in Longshot's language, all the words spelled out in Jet's eyes. 

He presses a passionate kiss to Jet's other cheek and answers, “I will wait. For however long it will take you. For however long it takes you to find yourself and then find me.”

“And if I don't show up?”

He was silent, tasting words and sentences in his tongue, turning them on all sides to formulate something of an answer. “I’ll still love you.” 

Jet hiccups and his breath hitch and tears fall down and he sniffles.

“But I’ll learn to move on, even though I’ll never stop loving you or learn how to. I’ll move on. And maybe we both would find someone else, but you will still be someone I have loved and I will love.”

“Even if I'm like this?”

“Yes.”

“I'm sorry.”

He presses a kiss to Jet's cheeks.

“I know, and I have never held it against you, but I have long since forgiven you.”

He presses their foreheads together.

“Say it and I will, Jet.”

Jet remains quiet but soon—”Wait for me, please....Zuko?”

He smiles as he feels Jet's breath against his lips. 

“Okay.”

[unevenpatterns]

Fic Idea - Zuko is skin and bones (Jetko)

Zuko is still a teenage boy and they need a shit ton of food. But I can easily see how him becoming a firelord might lead him down a path of not eating enough.

He still has the metabolism of a teenager, but all of a sudden he is super busy and probably pretty stressed out. There are a so many meetings and obligations, so little time.

Although his stint as a refugee made him more appreciative of food, he doesn't have hunger in his bones the same way that Jet does.

Jet lived for years on scraps, whatever they could steal and harvest from the forest. Fuck, imagine the winters he had to go through. How he had to keep an eye on everyone and make sure food was divided not based on hunger, but based on who could safely go without that day.

So when Jet sees Zuko thin in a way that he shouldn't be, all the alarm bells start ringing. Zuko's plate gets filled with extra portions when he looks away. And yet, he's still too thin. Jet frets over the situation, asks the cook and the palace healer what's wrong afraid that Zuko might be sick.

But no, he's just too busy to eat. What. Why is he so stupid? Why won't he eat??!

Even after getting past the whole "by the way, the dude you're banging is a firebender... and the firelord" Jet still finds plenty of opportunities to rage against him.

Jet: My bf is dying. There's no other plausible explanation for this. 😢 Everyone else: Uh no, he's just not taking care of himself. Jet: That's a real thing? *hands Zuko more food* Zuko: Thank you. I forgot to eat lunch today 🥰 Jet, in a silent rage: How is this man still alive.

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(author is currently on a weight-gain diet. It might sound more fun than the reverse, but I promise you it is not. It's just as awful.)