#because long haired zuko. how can i say no to that okay

[mountainshroom]

underrated duo 😔👊 were watching season 3 with my mom and guys the firebending masters-episode is SO GOOD

#all of these are just headcanons of what i think they’ll look like in a couple of years #because long haired zuko. how can i say no to that okay #aang just constantly blabbering to anyone who will hear him out #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #atla zuko #aang #avatar aang #art #my art #fanart #digital art

[bouncybongfairy]

I loved your fics with zuko, so I wanted to ask you if you could do another one? They were like training together and then he has her in a grip amd heavy smut ? You can change things if you want

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Hot and Heavy

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After complaining about not feeling challenged enough in class, your teacher brings in Zuko for you to spar. He wins, not without throwing a couple of unnecessary jabs. Feelings bad, he finds you later for a rematch. Once he gets his hands on you for the second time, he finds it hard to let go.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Smut.

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Yesterday you’d complained to the bending instructor that things were too easy. That you didn’t feel challenged enough during class. You regretted this because it meant unknowingly sparing Zuko. There was something about him you couldn’t stand. Perhaps it was how cocky he could be or his uncontrollable anger. Whatever it was, it made your heart race whenever he was in your eyeline. The two of you were standing side by side in front of your teacher. 

“Since you’re wanting more of a challenge, Zuko is one of the best benders that’s your age,” he said. 

“Trust me if she was feeling invincible before this, she won’t after,” he said, looking you up and down before getting ready. 

Rolling your eyes before walking to your starting position. That little jab he made shook your nerves a bit, you trying to shake it off. Without waiting for the teacher to properly start the match, he just lunged. You jumped to the side and thought of a counter attack. The fire he was throwing towards you was so hot it burned your cheeks when it got close enough. He was trying his hardest to prove a point. That you didn’t have the physical merit to win. Dust and smoke were flying in the air, making it increasingly harder to see. No longer being able to see him, you were backing up trying to get distance. It wasn’t long before he shoved you onto the ground, pinning your body under him. You tried fighting back for a few moments but went limp after realizing there was no hope. 

“Challenged enough y/n?” your instructor asked as Zuko got off of you. Feeling embarrassed and prideful you dusted yourself off and walked away, saying nothing. 

“You’re welcome!” he called out to you aggressively. 

This comment stopped you in your tracks. Wanting to turn around and correct his arrogance but instead continuing home. Having enough confrontation for one day and not wanting to take on the daunting task of dealing with his anger issues. The walk home made you feel a bit better, the fresh air calming you down. Finally making it home and going to your room. Laying on your back and thinking about what happened; how you felt about it. Of course you were upset but the anger felt surface level. You knew he had a softer side because when he took you to the ground, he put his hand on the back of your head, in case it hit the pavement. There was something about that action that made your stomach twist and burn. Falling asleep while tossing these emotions around in your head. 

“Wake up! WAKE UP! The prince is here to see you, I don’t know why but get up and do your hair. He’s waiting, hurry!” your mother shook you awake. It didn’t register who was at the door as you sat half asleep fixing your hair. Your mom follows behind you, whispering things like ‘have good posture’ or ‘don’t bite your nails’ into your ear while approaching the door. 

“Hey, I was wondering if maybe we could talk?” Zuko asked. 

“About?” you asked, not sure where this was going. 

“Well, I just feel like I was a little too aggressive during our spar. I know how it feels to be unfairly overpowered. I shouldn’t have made those comments, I could have helped instead of just tearing you down. So I thought maybe I could show you a few corrections, if that’s okay… maybe,” he said nervously, which made you laugh a little. Staring at him for a couple moments to see if he was serious or not before responding,

“Do you wanna come in? Or did you have a place in mind?” you asked, trying to dull the grin on your face. 

He accepted your invitation in, complementing your mother on how well furnished the home was. She was on her way out to work, you were grateful for this. The last thing you needed was her watching from the window. He was standing before, in the exact same stance as from earlier. Your knees almost buckled from eye contact. He came at you slowly, walking you through how to block a certain attack. You weren’t really paying attention, he was grabbing your arms and showing where to put your hands. You were so flustered and this showed when he pinned you. 

“I’m starting to get the feeling you just want me on top of you,” he joked, tightening his grip on your wrists. While he was distracted, you flipped the two of you over. 

“So what if I do?” you asked, now straddling your hips. 

The tension was thick; so much adrenaline was running through your body, making your blood feel like it was buzzing. He grabbed you by the waist and brought you back to the ground. Pinning you to the pavement, grabbing your wrists so tight they started tingling. You were trying your best to free yourself but there was no escape. He was holding you down like you were about to evaporate into thin air. You press your lips against his which makes him loosen his grip.  

“Do you wanna go to my room?” you ask, both of you panting against each other's lips. 

He doesn’t verbally respond, instead he picks you up and has you navigate him to your room. Even as the two of you crawl onto the bed, he never lets go of you. Keeping at least one arm wrapped around you, pressing your body against his. Now starting to aggressively take the clothes off each other. Seeing how well defined his arms and stomach are was making your core melt. Looking down at you with such lush and need as your chest was exposed. He sits up on his knees and pulls his bottoms down. An involuntary moan escapes your mouth as you watch his length spring up against his stomach. 

“I’m gonna ride it,” you say, changing positions. 

“Not even a please?” he teased, pressing his back into your mattress. 

“I need it now,” you groan, climbing on top of him and sinking down. 

At first, stretching yourself around his cock caused a slight stinging. However being on top and being able to control the pace and depth made you feel more comfortable. Zuko was struggling to control himself, having to apologize every time his hips jerked on their own. As you started rocking your hips faster, he pressed kisses all over your face. Praising you for how well you worked himself on his cock. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against him. Your stomach was pressed against his, he took over and started frantically bucking hip. Pounding into you hard enough to make cum, clenching and tightening around his member. Grinding your hips down, trying to press his cock as deep as possible. Him following shortly after, jerking into you as your walls milked his cock. After the two of you rode out the oxytocin highs, he had to get back to the palace. Not giving you a quick peck and scheduling another ‘training session’ for tomorrow.

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[hairmetal666]

Steddie Notes Part 4 (Welcome to Steve's POV)

CW//small instance that could be viewed as internalized homophobia

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

In the bottom of Steve’s closet is a Nike shoe box. It’s full of a year’s worth of torn notebook pages, paper menus, receipts, envelopes, sticky notes, notepad sheets, invoice carbon copies, discarded things from dnd, and whatever else they could find to write on.

It's this box that contains every bit of Steve’s heart. 

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Steve’s at the school to pick up Dustin, Mike and Lucas, but they don’t appear at 9pm on the dot like they promised. Grumbling and annoyed, Steve heads down to the drama club room.

He hears Eddie’s voice even before he walks into the room. The low baritone, all husky and threatening, sends shivers down Steve’s spine. 

Steve strides into the room, ready to berate his kids for their tardiness, but he stops literally in his tracks when he sees Eddie. Eddie looming over the table, all that long curly hair framing his face; his expression uncharacteristically dangerous, his eyes flat and promising violence.

He can’t do anything but stare, mouth shocked wide. Eddie lifts his gaze, locks it on Steve. Eddie’s looking at him with such intense command, such focus, that Steve knows he’d drop to his knees for that look, give Eddie anything he asked, everything.

He wants. So hard and so fast it makes him a little nauseous. 

Eddie’s gaze flicks away, while Steve reels from the striking clarity of feeling that rewrites the year of their friendship frame-by-frame.

Steve hardly listens, still trying to come to terms with his sudden realization, with how right it is, with how obvious it’s been this whole time. He remembers, after Starcourt, the way Eddie made him feel safe, cared for. The way Eddie calling him baby echoed for hours, days, weeks after. 

Of course Eddie doesn’t miss Steve's distraction. He leans into Steve's space, murmuring softly, “You okay, sweetheart? Sorry we ran late. Lost track of time.”

“Just tired, I guess.," he says. And he is distinctly not okay, because Eddie is calling him sweetheart and how did it take him this long to realize how much he loves the pet names? 

He tries to tell Eddie. Can’t. Too afraid of losing his friend.  He keeps going out with girls; nice girls, pretty girls, but wishes that Eddie was the one sitting beside him in the movie theater, in the passenger side of his car, across from him at the restaurant. 

Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No

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Steve’s in the Wheeler’s basement, leaning against Eddie's shoulder, waiting for the kids to finish up.

“What are they talking about?” He scribbles at the edge of Eddie’s campaign notes.

Eddie scowls at the note placement, responds anyway. 

“Halloween costumes.” 

“Wanna dress up together, Munson?”

“No way, Harrington, I’m not dressing up as Danny Zuko for you.”

“…obviously you’re Sandy.”

Eddie makes an offended noise. 

“I could do end of the movie Sandy. But face it, baby, you’re the pretty, fresh-faced innocent and I’m the bad boy.” 

Steve strangles back the sound he wants to make when his brain supplies him with an image of Eddie in those black, skin-tight pants.

“I could be a bad boy.”

Before Eddie can reply, the kids start shouting, and Eddie climbs on the wobbling card table, clapping his hands for attention. 

“Jesus, Eds." He grabs Eddie’s ankle to keep him stable. 

“I think a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order, what say you?”

There’s a blip where the whole room stills, every single one of them, aside from Eddie, remembering rotted fields and fetid tunnels filled with Upside Down spores and demo dogs. 

“Oh, yeah, we don’t go to the pumpkin patch anymore. You know, since the tunnels—”

Steve shoots Dustin the most intense silencing looks he’s ever given anyone, which is really saying something. 

They’d agreed, back in July that they would never tell Eddie what really happened at the mall. Eddie is too good, too gentle, brimming with too much pure kindness for Steve to want him anywhere near the Upside Down.

Eddie cackles. “Tunnels, Henderson?” 

Lucas laughs, says, “He means the maze. Don’t you remember? They set it up one time a few years ago.”

“We got really lost. Took us hours to find the exit,” Dustin adds. 

“Mike cried,” Lucas says. 

“Hey! I did not!” 

Mike’s anger at fake crying about a made-up crisis is enough to have them all in stitches, even Eddie who doesn’t know it’s a lie.  

“What about that apple orchard?” Steve suggests.

Eddie pokes him in the cheek, excited. “Ooh, yes, apple orchard!?”

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The orchard is a mad dash of fighting over wheelbarrows, shrieking sprints into the trees, Steve stressing at the kids throwing themselves across branches with zero regard for personal safety. 

Eddie nearly sends him into a coronary at the ripe old age of 19 by walking down a branch like he’s doing a tightrope. 

“Munson! Get your ass down from there!”

“I’m fine, Stevie! I’ve got reflexes like a cat.”

“The hell you do!” Steve shouts as Eddie wobbles. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I know you’ll always catch me,” Eddie yells back. He winks and Steve blushes about all of it. 

“You’ll just get us both hurt,” he says right as Eddie shimmies easily back to the ground. 

“You worry too much,” he scolds. “All this beautiful hair is going to go grey,” Eddie shuffles his fingers through the strands.

“You’re a menace,” he growls. Pushes Eddie playfully away. 

They pick apples and drink cider and it’s the best time Steve’s had in a while. He kids are spread out around him, Eddie and Robin on the quest for an apple that’s perfectly red, like you could poison Snow White with it, and he’s content. Happy. 

He lets himself bask in the moment, but it’s cut short by a familiar whooping yell and the crash of Eddie Munson clinging to his back.

He groans, almost loses his footing, but quickly hoists Eddie’s legs higher against his sides.

He runs and Eddie screams, giggling, and clutches his fists into the fabric of Steve’s sweater. 

“Can’t believe you caught me, sweetheart,” Eddie says once Steve slows to a walk.

“I’ll always catch you, Eds,” he promises.

Eddie makes a little noise, almost like a whimper, pressing his cheek against Steve’s.

And for just a second, the barest hint of a moment in time, Steve swears he feels Eddie’s lips pressed against the sensitive skin right beneath his ear. 

It’s right then that Steve knows he doesn’t just like Eddie. No, he’s positively, totally, and completely in love with him.

(Part 5)

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[soopersara]

Union

Zutara Week 2023: Day 3

Read it on AO3 | @zutaraweek

Everyone seems to know that Zuko and Katara plan to get married someday. The only question left is when they'll finally get around to it.

For what feels like the dozenth time in a row, Zuko checks his own pocket. In his thick polar leopard fur parka, even a set of solid gold hair beads and combs is small enough, light enough to feel insubstantial. Still, he is aware of its presence. Almost too aware of it at times.

“I’m surprised the two of you haven’t gotten this all settled before now.” There is a familiar look in Hakoda’s eyes, the same one that Uncle gives him every time the subject of marriage comes up. A look of curiosity and impatience that usually comes just before another casual inquiry about when Zuko plans to marry Katara. But Hakoda isn’t quite as pushy as Uncle. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d decided to elope before you made it back to the South Pole.”

Zuko offers a sheepish shrug. “Apparently that’s not the proper way to do things. I’ve thought about it every day for months now, and I doubt Katara would have minded, but I don’t need to make her life any more difficult by proposing the wrong way.”

“And what about my life?” Kanna thumps her walking stick against the floor. “I’m not getting any younger here. If you two don’t hurry up, I’ll never get to meet my great-grandchildren.”

Hakoda frowns. “Mother.”

“It’s a fact of life, dear. We can’t all be King Bumi and live as many centuries as we please.”

“I’m going to ask her,” Zuko says. “Before we go north again, I swear.” His pulse quickens at the sound of his own admission, and he checks his pocket for reassurance. The engagement gift itself is as close to perfect as he can ever hope, but he’s less sure about his ability to actually propose. “I’m not sure about kids yet, but you’ll at least know if she wants to marry me before we leave.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that part.” Kanna waves a knobby hand at him. “I’ve known my granddaughter long enough to know the look she gets in her eyes when she’s made up her mind. She’s decided what she’s going to say. And frankly, I don’t think she would have dragged you all the way down here if it was no.”

Though Zuko’s heart still races, he manages a smile before Katara bursts into the house, cheeks flushed with cold, and hair glistening with ice crystals at its tips.

“There you are,” Kanna says. “We were just talking about you, weren’t we, boys?”

Zuko feels his face flush, and Katara looks from him to Kanna and back again. “Well, that’s always reassuring. Thanks, Gran-Gran.” Before there can be any further response, Katara grabs his hand and pulls back toward the door again. “I think we’re going to leave before you fill my boyfriend’s head with any more embarrassing stories.”

He makes no effort to resist, and before he knows it, Katara has led him out into the snow and halfway down the street toward the burgeoning waterbending academy.

“So how bad is it?” she asks, looping her mittened hands around his arm. “Did they tell you about the time when I froze all my dad’s underwear to the side of the council hut because he wouldn’t let me keep an otter penguin in our tent?”

His eyebrow creeps ever so slightly upward. “You did?”

“Okay, I’m going to take that as a no, and also as a sign that I need to stop giving away my secrets.” Still walking, she buries her face in his arm. “Stop me the next time I try to embarrass myself, okay?”

A snort bursts out of him. “I would, but I know for a fact that Uncle tells you so much worse about me every chance he gets. Even Sokka is too busy to tell me any embarrassing stories about you most of the time.”

“I’d really like to keep it that way.” They make it only a step or two farther before her mood seems to lighten again, and she pulls just far enough back to steer him around a corner. “Maybe you can come with me to watch waterbending lessons tomorrow instead of spending the whole morning alone with Dad and Gran-Gran.”

He certainly isn’t opposed to the idea. Any excuse to spend more time with her is always welcome, even if all that entails is sitting quiet at the sidelines while Katara guides a group of noisy, energetic children through their waterbending forms.

He agrees, and as Katara leads him past the bending academy, pointing out all the practice space and sparring areas, he checks his pocket one more time. The combs and beads still rest there, exactly where they should be, and Zuko lets out a long, slow breath. Two opposing impulses battle inside his chest—on the one hand, he’s been waiting to find the right moment, the perfect moment for weeks now. If she’s going to remember this for the rest of their lives, the least he can do is propose to her properly.

But on the other hand, his patience with himself is running thin, and the brilliant warmth of her enthusiasm strains his resolve to its breaking point. If he doesn’t ask her soon, he might well lose his mind.

So when their winding path takes them to the far side of the village, he can hardly bring himself to stop alongside her.

“Oh, spirits, we should probably go back before you freeze out here.”

“What?” Though his face tingles a bit when a breeze passes by, though he’s certain that his cheeks are crimson from the chill, he doesn’t feel cold. Not enough to turn back, at least. “No, I’m fine. It isn’t that cold.”

Katara raises an eyebrow.

“It isn’t,” he insists. “I was just—thinking.”

“About what?”

Under the intensity of her gaze, his mouth goes dry, and it takes all his will to keep from checking his pocket again. Instead, he nods toward the path leading out of the village. “I was thinking that there’s probably a great view from the hill over there. Especially around sunset.”

Her lips twitch into a crooked smile, and the grip on his hand tightens ever so slightly. “You do realize that the sun isn’t really going to set for a few more days, right? If you want to wait out there until sunset, you really will freeze.”

“In that case, I guess I can settle for half an hour. But I think you’re underestimating my ability to keep myself warm.”

“I could never. You’re the one who keeps my feet warm every night.” She bumps him lightly with her hip before starting up the path. “But you might be underestimating the South Pole’s wind.”

It’s all that Zuko can do to keep his composure as they make their way up the sloping path. But he waits, and when they reach the crest of the hill, Katara stretches before turning a brilliant smile back on him.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. Freezing or not, this view is worth it.”

Though Zuko has trouble focusing on the landscape, he can’t help but agree with her. The afternoon sun paints shining bronze streaks through her hair, and her eyes shine as bright as he’s ever seen them before.

He grasps her hand before she can go any further. “Katara—I wanted to ask you something.” His heart sits in the back of his throat. Despite her family’s confidence, despite his own suspicion that Katara will say yes, he can’t seem to push the worry away.

“Oh?” She looks up, and her gaze pierces him.

Silently, he thanks the spirits that it’s cold enough to keep his mittens on so that Katara won’t know how much his palms are sweating. He fumbles in his pocket until at last his fingers close around the little box of combs and beads. “Being with you has been one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Every day that we’re together, you mean more to me, and now—” He succeeds in extracting the box from his pocket and fumbles to turn it right side up.

Before he can finish, Katara lets out a squeak of surprised excitement and claps her hands to her mouth. “Yes. Yes, of course I will.”

Zuko blinks, and a surprising amount of tension leaves his chest and shoulders all at once. “You—you realize I haven’t finished the question yet. Right?”

“Oh! Right, I knew that.” She makes an apparent effort at bringing her expression back under control, then motions for him to continue. “Go on.”

Despite his best effort at solemnity, a smile breaks across his face. “I’m not sure I can remember what I wanted to say anymore. I swear I had this all planned out yesterday.” Looking down, he clears his throat and slides open the richly engraved lid so that she can see the beads and the combs lying in neat rows inside their case. “But I love you, Katara. And even if I can’t remember the right words, I would be honored if you would marry me.”

This time, Katara isn’t content to merely smile at him. This time, she springs forward and throws her arms around his neck. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Zuko laughs, and as his arms close tight around her waist, the world seems to slow.

Right now, with Katara in his arms and the future opening up around them, all the urgency in the world is gone.

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #zutara week #zutaraweek #zutara week 2023 #zutaraweek2023 #Union #soopersara's scribbles

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One word prompts: Butterflies

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it’s not that he’s never had a crush. he’s had plenty of crushes—for agni’s sake, he had a steady girlfriend for years!

by now, he’s very accustomed to the awkwardness of first dates and first kisses and first touches. if anything, he’s well on his way to being quite experienced in those areas, thank you very much.

he’s fucking twenty-five years old. he’s not some child, okay—

“it is bad for your health to worry so much, my nephew,” iroh muses beside him.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” zuko grinds out.

he tugs at the collar of his formal robes, feeling the silky material cling stubbornly to his neck. fuck, did it suddenly get hotter?

“though,” iroh continues, as if zuko hadn’t said anything at all, “i suppose it is natural to be nervous when experiencing the throes of young love.”

“uncle—“

“announcing chief sokka and ambassador katara from the southern water tribe.”

zuko stiffens in place, heart suddenly hammering a thousand times faster than before and slamming itself repeatedly against his poor ribcage. servants sweep the doors of the palace open and suddenly, suddenly—

“now this is what i call a welcome party,” a familiar masculine voice echoes into the vast hall. a second later, sokka strides into the throne room with the same wide grin he’s had since they were fifteen. “you fire nation folk sure know what you’re doing when it comes to all the fancy stuff.”

in spite of himself, zuko grins back and is just about to respond (because trust sokka to know how to bombard straight through delicate situations) when the air seems to get sucked right out of the room.

“katara.”

she looks even more beautiful than the last time he saw her six months ago. those huge, cerulean eyes blink warmly at him from across the room and he can’t tear his eyes off the cute scrunch in her nose she gets when she smiles.

“hey, zuko,” she says, a glimmer of something in her voice.

“what the fuck. i’m right here, man,” sokka whines, and zuko chokes on a laugh, because fuck, he can’t seem to properly breathe, and his cheeks feel flushed, and shit—

the butterflies in his stomach just won’t quit long enough for him to catch his damn breath.

before he even realizes it, she’s wrapping strong arms around his torso, and squeezing—and well, that—that definitely doesn’t help with the butterfly situation. he finally hugs her back, accidentally crushing her with the intensity of his embrace, but if it bothers her, she doesn’t show it.

he’s sure she can feel his heartbeat through their smushed chests, and he’s pretty sure they’re starting to get weird looks from the palace staff…but agni, he missed her. her hair still smells like salt and cucumber, her frame is still so solid and unwavering, her tinkling laugh is still the most perfect thing he’s ever heard—

and okay.

maybe he’s had a couple crushes before, and yes, maybe he’s done the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing in the past, but wow—none of them come even close to comparing to how absolutely, devastatingly, damnably in love he is with her.

his stomach flutters almost painfully.

this is really starting to get out of hand, he thinks.

#mehhhh don’t love this one but i hope you enjoyed it! #thanks for the prompt! :) #zutara #katara #zuko #sokka #uncle iroh #flash fic friday #my zutara stuff

[lupanaoflaminar]

Part 2 of Making My Parents Watch ATLA

“Is the earth king even alive?”

“Zuko looks better with short hair”

So I was legit concerned for the episode Appa’s Lost Days bc my mom is very sensitive to animal cruelty. But she was okay! Dad forgot who the Kyoshi warriors were XD

DAD SLEPT THROUGH TALES OF BA SING SE. Mom had nothing to say about Iroh’s tale. Sorry guys.

Loved that Appa got revenge and bit Long Feng.

“That’s not gonna be Suki. He said 3!

Mom: “How many seasons are there? What happens after that?”

They enjoy Toph’s blind jokes.

Dad correctly guessed Toph metal bending because “Metal comes from the earth!”

Mom thinks Zuko is going to turn good.

Season 3

About Mai: “oh geez what a little witch” (I didn’t ask for your whole life story!)

“Aang has hair now!” - Mom

More of “Sokka is a moron/idiot/dummy”

(About secret dance parties) Oh are they gonna do dance fighting? (Aka that scene from Jumanji)

“Long ago we decided to skip the intro, and then everything changed when we decided we didn’t care anymore.” - Dad

Dad: “He (Zuko) wants to be good, but he still wants to be daddy’s little Flameo!”

Iroh training: “Oh he’s pretending and training! Ha!” “Look at what you’ve become indeed! Now he’s all fit.”

I could tell dad enjoyed Sokka’s Master. He appreciated the meteor sword.

They loved Azula’s “Sharp Outfit Chan”

Also: “Yeah let’s just throw these 4 in a room and see what happens!”

S2 bonus: Azula asking if the tides command the ship.

Dad: OF COURSE THEY DO.

Which had the same energy as Sokka’s “can your science explain why it rains.””YES IT CAN”

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #reaction #zuko #katara #aang

[erisenyo]

for that prompt game how about

“I’m gonna be sick.” and jetko :]

For this prompt game!

(Slight warning for allusion to Zuko's canon-typical childhood in a modern setting)

There’s something about fear when it’s mixed with adrenaline mixed with the inevitable consequences being just far enough off to be able to say they aren't worth thinking about that turns it all into something exhilarating.

Being at the beach, at the boardwalk, when he’s supposed to be in school. When he’s supposed to be taking a final.

Riding there in a beat-up junker that wouldn’t even be allowed on his street, and then riding rollercoasters and the Gravitron and the Scrambler and the fucking spinning teacups he was always scolded were beneath him, were unseemly, were low brow and low class and dirty.

Screaming and drawing attention, because who’s going to tell him not to, and doing it all with a boy he isn’t even supposed to notice let alone associate with and shit, just, doing it with a boy.

And not waiting to be told what to do, not deferring to every adult, not saying sir and ma'am, and eating as much ice cream and funnel cake and corn dogs as he wants, because corn dogs are good and why has he never had one before and fuck his training diet and—

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Zuko says, Jet barely managing to get out an “Uh,” before Zuko turns and heaves into the nearest trashcan, kind of making it, ignoring the looks from the passing people—and the voice in his head whispering that he’s a disgrace, a failure, disgusting, useless, making a scene—as he heaves again.

“Are you okay?” Jet asks from behind his shoulder, well clear of the line of fire from the sound of it, and Zuko just heaves again in answer.

Jet slurps up the last of his milkshake, straw sucking and bubbling for an obnoxiously long time, then, “Wanna go? Or like.” Another ridiculously long slurp. “Get some ginger ale or something?”

Zuko breathes heavy for a moment, clenching his abs to see if anything else is going to come out and finally glancing up, suddenly hyperaware that he’s sweaty and sticky and holding onto a trashcan, and he's been sitting on plastic seats that probably only get washed in a good rain all day, and somehow he doesn’t think ‘disheveled and disgusting’ is a look he manages to pull off quite as well as Jet does.

Corn dogs, it turns out, do not taste as good coming back up.

“Give me that,” Zuko snaps, grabbing the milkshake out of Jet’s hand and leaving the straw behind clenched between Jet’s teeth as he watches, bemused, as Zuko chugs the last of it—strawberry and mint, disgusting, of fucking course—before tossing it into the trash.

“I was going to finish that,” Jet drawls, chewing on the straw.

“After I drank from it?” Zuko challenges, shoving upright and pushing his sweaty hair back from his face.

"Hm. So," Jet says, smirking and giving Zuko a lazy once over, "Are we stopping?"

"You can stop," Zuko says, more baring his teeth than smiling and feeling a thrill in his chest as he breaks for the next coaster, as he ignores the shouts and cries as he dodges through the ground, as he rides the high of the challenge and the adrenaline and knowing he isn't supposed to be doing any of it and is doing it anyway, knowing Jet is right behind him every step of the way.

#asks and answers #ask games #pensiveabstraction #I do love the way the two of them just egg each other on in all their worst ideas #Zuko speedrunning an entire childhood worth of rule-breaking lol #Zuko #Jet #Jetko #fic writing #my writing

[seasideoranges]

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Ask Game! OKAY SO I know this is asking for one specific character, buuuut I'm going to go through more than one character haha. To start;

Toph!

I was just talking about Toph in a server a couple of days ago, and I feel like people mischaracterize her a lot, but I kinda don't blame them! Toph is kind of a tricky character to write! But I read so many fics that just boil her down to "tough girl who doesn't take shit and bullies everyone" and like, yes, there is some truth to that, but she is also so much more! She's soft, she listens, she's genuinely a kind, good friend, despite her rough demeanor! There's a reason Sokka opens up for the first time about his mother with Toph.

Azula!

I adore Azula to bits, I love her, I want to see her get better and get another chance, but man, I hate how people lately have been woobifying the crap out of her lately (this happens to Iroh and Zuko too!!). I seen an argument on TikTok that Azula had a right to mortally wound Aang because it was SELF DEFENSE?! I thought OP was joking, but uh, nope, they were completely serious haha. You can't say you love 'problematic' characters only to try and make them 'unproblematic' as possible!

Aang!

I noticed that there's some people that hate Aang with a passion, so much so, that they'll try to paint him out as this sexist, abusive person/partner/father, and it bugs the hell out of me. Kind of makes me laugh a little too, seeing how powerful the haterism is towards this fictional 12 year old boy. This discourse especially gets worse when TLOK gets thrown into the mix and people try to paint him as a 'deadbeat' father, and some even try to compare him to Ozai?? It grosses me out, and the 'deadbeat' part is far from the truth! Words have meaning and weight to them, people!

Sokka!

Had to throw my fav in here of course. Here's the thing, people will either characterize Sokka as being nothing more than a dumb jokester, or they'll acknowledge that he's smart, but completely forget that he's incredibly grump, sarcastic, and skeptical which can lead him to be borderline cynical, especially in S1! There's also the whole "Sokka didn't really love his mom" discourse and, not to sound dramatic, but it makes me want to rip my hair out LMAO. I personally think that Sokka is one of the most interesting characters in ATLA and it kinda sucks seeing people gloss over him so much.

URSA!

Now this might be my most controversial take lmao. Before I start, I'm not saying Ursa was a perfect parent, and I wont be talking about the comics in this part, just strictly the show. But at this point, I almost feel like an Ursa defender because people greatly misinterpret her character and try to paint her to be just as bad as Ozai, especially when Azula is thrown into the mix. I'm sorry y'all, but I don't agree with the "Ursa was a 'boy' mom and favorited Zuko and abused Azula" takes. I don't think this was the case at all, and her relationship with Azula is so much more complex than that. People tend to forget that A) This was all Ozai's doing, he saw Azula as a weapon and put a wedge between her and the rest of her family (specifically Zuko and Ursa) and B) Ursa was also abused. She was an abused woman, trapped in a horrible situation, and wasn't left with a lot of great options or freedom.

Anyways I could talk about this all day with pretty much the rest of the Gaang, but I'll try and keep this from getting too long haha! AND AS ALWAYS, I don't want any discourse! I am always open for discussion! I love reading other peoples takes and I am always willing to change my views!

#putting that last part because #i know discussions around ursa tend to be... heated haha #ask game #atla #im sure ppl will be chill about this but if for some reason this gets out of hand i might turn off reblogs for this haha

[azure-firecracker]

ATLA Live Action Stream of Consciousness (Episode 6, Part 1).

ZUKO FLASHBACK?!

Is this the storm?

I still think it’s funny that Dallas Liu is here for 13 year old Zuko.

Iroh and Zuko continue to be sweet.

Okay that was a great transition from sweet past Zuko to angsty present Zuko

What is Zhao doing in this scene? Are any acting choices being made? At all?

See this is the downside of softer Zuko because these scenes where he has to yell are sliiightly less effective (but I love how moralistic he’s being that’s in character).

This actor playing the guy on Zuko’s crew is really good.

Roku’s volcano looks great! So does the inside of the temple.

Aang why did you think talking to the fire sages was a good idea?

June continues to be hot

“I will hold them off for as long as I can” says random fire sage that will not go well.

One if the good things about this Ozai is that I buy people thinking he will unite the world.

What are the audio effects on Roku’s voice? They are not working.

Another exposition dump?

Koh longs for family yeah him and everyone else in this show.

Not the destiny versus friends dilemma again. It’s so tired.

My dad predicted Koh’s totem being in the cabinet lol

June I love you (but I don’t like that she was flirting with Iroh).

Zuko’s swinging ponytail was a paid actor.

Okay that transition into Zuko’s backstory (with Aang’s dialogue) was a little heavy handed there.

Baby Zuko is so nervous it’s sweet. It’s a different take on the character but I think it still works (especially contrasted with later Zuko).

Can I date all of the Yuyan archers please?

Biggest tragedy in the show is Iroh getting his hair bun shot off /j

Zhao why would you tell Zuko where you’re keeping the Avatar.

I love that they’re letting Zuko yell more.

I miss animation when Aang was hanging in the air.

Aang is being so naive in this episode it’s sad to watch.

“It’s not my future I’m worried about” AANG JUST BREAK ME WHY DON’T YOU!

What are Zhao’s acting choices? I liked him until this episode but he seems like an office worker who’s kind of evil.

BLUE SPIRIT YAY!! (They did a good job adapting the mask to 3D)

My dad is begging me to remind him who the Blue Spirit is and I’m not telling him:)

Fire Nation guards are idiots what else is new?

Oooh nice dual swordsmanship!

Gordon’s face when he sees the Blue Spirit: perfection.

#atla #natla #netflix atla #atla live action #avatar the last airbender #atla stream of consciousness #zuko #zhao #roku #aang #june atla #ozai

[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

My favorite things about all my Skyrim followers:

KAIDAN

-wicked ass armor and weapon with fucking tigers on it

-realistic cursing in life or death situations

-literally the most realistic male dialogue ever with his corny ass innuendos. ‘This monument, does it remind you of me, love? Just kidding.’

-so goated in battle. Mans can kill a dragon so easy and i don’t need to do anything but look pretty

-ACCENT.

CARYALIND

-his hair is so fluffy. I bet it smells like roses and vanilla bean, what’s your secret bb

-such a sweetheart all the time. No wonder he can’t be Thalmor, he has too much heart for it

-fucking backstory. It’s very Zuko without villain redemption arc, and the fact that he still worries about the LDB thinking worse of him for being Thalmor royalty is just *chef’s kiss*

-ACE REP. I really fucking love how he can dress like a hoe, flirt like a hoe, and look so hot but have no interest in sex. Mmm that’s my jam that’s what I like.

-boob window

-Kaidan interactions! Proving that Altmer can be kind and sweet and not lighting-shooting British assholes

INIGO

-the backstories for everyone are so damn tearjerking but this guy?? Don’t even get me started on this mans scars I will cry

-literally autism. Says everything on his mind. Sir you are me

-blue. And a cat. What else??

-Lucien and him have a bromance that hits so good

-suplexes Nazeem with only his vibes

-sings original songs, where’s his soundcloud

KHASH

-okay first off i was writing a character just like her for the daughter of my LDB and Revyn. Never knew about her but this is Leeta come to life and i crave it

-pottymouth

-Kaidan Big Bro protection dialogue

-so happy when she kills things

-literally exactly what I expected a baby Argonian to sound like. So cute. So grumpy

-her outfit is just on point. If i hadn’t transitioned i would be cottagecore peasant dress woman with cats

LUCIEN

-like Cary, he is just sweet himbo no brain

-kid in a candy shop vibes. He is amazed by the wonders of this world

-the nerdiest mans you know, would probably never shut up about shit with Auryen but i haven’t gotten that far yet

-bottom energy

-AUTISM once again

-also sings!! Can sing ‘Toss a Coin to Your Witcher’ parody!!

AURI

-she is the Moment

-eats people and only meat. Wanna see someone react to ThatVeganTeacher with her as a vtuber model oml

-bullies Lucien (affectionately)

-cool pod

-looks like she could kill you and could actually kill you

-slams ALL haters and unworthy into the ground with her dialogue. Faendal ily but you don’t deserve her

RUMARIN

-a sweetheart himbo

-very Skilled with magic, specifically bound weapons. As someone who uses conjuration as their main line of magic, because dremora and bound bow go brr, I LOVE THAT

-not really good at speaking poorly of anyone tbh

-like lucien, he’s optimistic and fun to be around

-very…earthy. Jank. Grungy. Not what you’d expect from an Altmer, to be living as an adventurer mercenary, and i like that for him

-eats in bed, brain too empty to clean for long periods of time

-polyamorous pansexual King

-says Z like zed, which makes linguistics in Skyrim lore interesting

NEBARRA

-literally me

-sarcasm to the max

-name means ‘foreigner’ or ‘scorned’ or something transgender. anyway, king nihilist shit

-only wants the good wines

-also, the Accent, very good very sass

-Shakespearean insults for days

-also regular insults

-just…insults

-mystery and striking fear into the hearts of all

TALIESIN

-i thought no one could top Revyn in vibes of what Elder Scrolls character i would kin but then ✨he✨ came along

-no idea why Altmer are Brits but with him, i can vibe with it he sounds so good

-giggles evilly in fights

-s a s s

-pansexual!! We are putting queer in the game! (Even tho all vanilla spouses are, in the most Basic sense, bisexuals)

-the spice he can add with Cary as a protector/snarky best friend. I Need their backstory

-afraid of dogs, cat person

-just an absolute bitch to the Dragonborn but like in a way my gay friends are to me

-eyeliner on fleek

HONORABLE MENTIONS FOR SKEEVER AND CROC

-silly voice go brrr

#tes #skyrim #skyrim custom followers

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Vicarious (Part 11)

“I take it that things didn’t go well with Jin?” Toph mentions.

“What makes you think that?” Azula asks. 

“We’ve been at the beach for like three hours now and you haven’t tried splashing Katara while she tries to read yet. Which is kind of annoying because that’s usually the highlight of my beach trip.” 

“Pestering my sister?”

Toph nods. “It’s a hobby. I wait until you annoy her a bit and then I come in and completely agitate her. I thought that you were aware of our unspoken partnership.”

“I was wondering about that, but I wasn’t certain.” Azula replies. 

“So are we going to give her a good splash or what?”

“Not right now, Toph.”

“See! Something is bothering you, I knew it! What happened with Jin?”

“We broke up. I don’t want to talk about it.” Rather she doesn’t want to have to pretend to be heartbroken. Not over something so stupid. “We didn’t really have much of a relationship anyways.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” Toph shrugs. “Your heart wasn’t doing that fluttery thing that it always did when you were around Suki. It still probably sucked though.” 

Azula shrugs. “I’ll find someone else soon enough.”

Toph rams her fist into her bicep. Azula grits her teeth, frankly she hadn’t anticipating the woman hitting that hard. Hard enough to bruise even Sokka’s rock solid arm. “See that’s your problem, Sokka. You jump from one girl to the next. Maybe you should take a break. I’m single and I’m having the time of my life.”

“Maybe I should.” She agrees. 

“Okay, starting now!” Toph declares. “Instead of moping about Jin and women, we’re going to play kuai ball and pretend like it’s an accident when we nail Zuko in the back of the head!”

“While he’s trying to kiss Mai?”

“Exactly!” Toph leaps to her feet. “You get me, Sokka!” 

.oOo.

He catches her in the hallway. Her hair is wet and she is patting at it with a beach towel. She seems almost happy. Happy in spite of having lost Jin. Happy in spite, or maybe because of  their current predicament. He almost doesn’t want to pull her away from that. But he needs something to alleviate the uninterrupted distress that he has been feeling these days. “Hey, can I talk to you?” Sokka asks. 

“About what?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just want someone to talk to about anything.” Perhaps about trying to get their own bodies back. Or at least about how they had ended up in this situation. “You can pick the subject.” 

Azula sighs. “Fine.” She props herself up against the wall. “Talk.”

“Can we…?” He nods in the direction of her room. 

“We’re not going to be talking for that long, I can only tolerate you for a few minutes at a time.”

“I guess that I just wanted to let you know that I’m not mad about Jin.”

“You told me that already.” She shrugs. “You were using her.” Sokka opens his mouth but she raises a hand. “Look, I don’t really care. It isn’t as though I haven’t used my share of people. I just think that it’s funny how it’s fine when you do it…”

“It isn’t! It’s not fine when I do it. You were right! I should have just broken it off with Jin.” He is beginning to think that this is some sort of punishment. A punishment for taking his friends for granted and a punishment twice over for his open skepticism and constant mocking of the spirits. He had laughed in their faces so they have taken his laughter away. 

“Pathetic, Sokka.”

She fixes his blue eyes upon him and sighs. “What is the point of this? Why are you trying to appeal to me? You never cared how I felt about you before. Nobody particularly cared how I felt in general. So why should I care if you’re upset now?”

“Because you know what it’s like to be alone.” 

“Well I don’t have to worry about that right now.” 

And that’s it, that is enough. More than enough. He can’t say for certain exactly which aspect of her response has taken the feelings simmering inside of him to their highest boiling point. What compels him to shove her against the wall…“They’re my friends! They hate you, trust me, I know that now. And they’re going to be my friends again eventually once we switch back.”

“Perhaps I’m not quite as eager as you are to make that happen.” He hates the sound of his snickering when he isn’t the one laughing.

She may as well just strike him where he stands, slap his face until it is red and bruising. “Well then I’ll make it happen on my own. I want to fix my own problems, not yours!”

“Of course. Because mine her much harder to manage. You’re complaining and crying over some girl that you didn’t even like. Perhaps it stings, but you have your friends. They won’t let it sting for very long, will they, Sokka? They know what to say and what to do. They know how to help you. When my problems get to be too much people look the other way and pretend like they don’t see them.”

“I know!” Sokka shouts. “How do I get them to care?”

“When you figure that out, you can let me know. And then we can work on switching back.”

His lips curl into a snarl. “So that’s it, I’m supposed to solve all of your problems while you make my life harder?”

.oOo.

“I’m not making your life harder. I’m just not making it any easier.”

“You did make it harder!”

“By ending a relationship that just wasn’t working? You said it yourself, she didn’t mean anything to you. It’s better to just get it over with. If you don’t like someone, you tell them that you don’t like them or you can pretend to like them until you get angry enough to whip your knives out and chi block them and let them put two and two together, whatever suits your fancy.” Her head is throbbing. Absolutely pounding with frustration. 

Sokka rubs his hands over his face. “That’s not what I was going to do to Jin and she wouldn’t do that to me. Not every relationship ends on bad terms.”

“Maybe for you they don’t.” She shoulders past him, thanking the spirits that she is now taller than he. Big enough to shake him off of her. “Are we done talking?”

“No.”

“No?” She quirks a brow. 

“Believe it or not, I wanted to have a friendly conversation with you.”

“So now you want to force one?” She rolls her eyes. “You tried to force things with Jin and look how that turned out. And you’ve been trying to force some kind of friendship on me. That’s going to turn out just as well or worse. Jin actually liked you at one point…”

“Believe it or not, I did want to help you.” Sokka says quietly and she doesn’t believe it. Not at all. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I keep saying the wrong things. But I did want to help you. I wanted…I hoped that…”

“What?” Azula crosses her arms. 

“I did hope that this could help make us friends or something.” He pauses. “I thought that the whole bath thing was going to be a start”

“I said that I would consider being on good terms with you.”

“We were supposed to bond or something over a common struggle.” His voice cracks. She hates how it sounds. How she sounds when she is desperate and breaking.

“Stop it!” She shouts. “Don’t you dare cry on me.” She is such an ugly crier and she has no desire to witness it from the outside. 

“What else am I supposed to do. Nothing else works.” 

The sound of footsteps makes her regret her petty decision to have this conversation in the hallway. She grits her teeth. 

“I don’t know why you’re so angry at me about Jin.”

“Your idiocy frustrates me.” And it frustrates her that he can flounder and fuck up so many times and still have so many people doting over him.  

.oOo.

“You don’t even like her. Why do you care?”

“Don’t like her?” Azula furrows her brows. “I don’t even know her.” She pauses. “She might resent you, Sokka. But she…”

“She doesn’t have any history with you.” Sokka mutters as the footsteps grow closer. He allows himself a smile. “I can make a friend for you!” He can help Azula while putting an end to his loneliness. And maybe, just maybe, after they get their own bodies back he can explain to Jin that it had been him the whole time, that they are compatible. “Thanks, Azula!” Without thinking about it, he throws his arms around her. 

Her face bunches up in disgust. “For what?”

“For giving me an idea.”

“Does this mean that you are going to stop relentlessly pushing for my approval?” He could swear that he hears a faint hint of disappointment in her voice.

“I still want to be your friend, Azula. I just don’t think that the feeling is mutual.” 

She leaves just enough hesitation before replying, “because it isn’t” for him to say that she doesn’t entirely mean that. 

“Well, I guess that if you change your mind, the offer is still open. You might not need me though if things work out with Jin.” He forces a smile. 

“If they didn’t work out between…” she lowers her voice as Zuko and Toph round the corner. “You and Jin what makes you think that you can win her over while posing as me?” 

“Because Jin likes clever and witty people.”

Zuko looks between he and Azula. “Sokka?”

Azula stiffens in his arms and he is abundantly aware that neither of them have broken the hug yet. Without thinking he leans forward and tackles her to the ground. He holds a small blade of fire to her throat. “Looks like I win, peasant.”

“You’re lucky.” She mutters. “Very lucky.”

“I’m a quick thinker, that’s different than luck.”

Sokka stands up and brushes himself off as flippantly and dignified as he can manage for all of his fluster and all of the anxiety that is building up inside of him. Anxiety that spikes when Zuko’s hand yanks him back.

“Leave Sokka alone!”

“Relax, Zuko, it’s just a little sparring match.”

“A sparring match?” Zuko asks. 

Azula rises and nods. 

“I get board and he keeps saying stupid things that make me mad.” It isn’t a lie by any means. “So we decided to have a little match; since I won he has to shut up for at least a day, Katara can thank me later. If he would have won, I would have had to endure at least three hours of him chattering like a hog-monkey.” 

“I didn’t realize that the two of you talked.” Toph mentions. 

“Let alone enough to have sparring matches.” Zuko adds. 

“We don’t.” Sokka says at the same time as Azula grumbles, “well you know me, I can’t go for more than a few hours without pestering someone. One thing led to another.”

“And you have this beautiful friendship now?” Toph cracks a smirk. 

This time they are very much in unison when they reply with a firm no. 

“It’s more like a…” Azula begins. 

“Hostage situation.” Sokka fills in. “I keep telling him to go away…” he can just feel her rolling her eyes. “But he can’t take the hint. So I thought that I would humor him.”

“By sparring him for silence?” Zuko asks.

“Isn’t that what you Fire Nationals do?” Toph asks. “Challenge each other to Agni Kais to resolve arguments. Even the stupid ones.”

Zuko pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not all of us.” 

“You do though.” Azula, apparently, couldn’t resist. 

“I used to, Sokka!” 

She lifts her hands. “No need to get defensive.”

Zuko inhales sharply. “Just be careful, Sokka. Azula isn’t…” 

“She’s fine.” Azula cuts him off. “I’m fine. We had our match and that’s it. I’ll be quiet now and she can go back to…” 

“Being alone.” He slips. “Where I have some peace and quiet.” He adds quickly. 

“We’re all going on a walk? Why don’t you join us?” Toph asks. “I kind of want to hear all about how you kicked Sokka’s ass!”

He looks at Azula who shakes her head. And now he is torn; he had told her that he wants to help her make friends but he doesn’t want to go against her wishes. 

“Are you alright with her coming along, Sokka.” 

“No.” 

“Because you’re embarrassed?” Toph laughs. 

“I am not! I…fine she can come.” 

Sokka purses his lips as if contemplating the request. “I suppose that I can tag along for at least a little while but I won’t put up with any silly antics. And I…” 

“You can just say yes and leave it at that.” Azula says through gritted teeth. 

.oOo.

Agni, she has never met such an idiot! Such a complete and utter dolt! He has just opened up the door to making a complete fool of both of them and just after having avoiding exactly that so narrowly. 

She wants to ask him just what he was thinking, hugging her in the middle of the hallway. And then taking them up on their offer. She wants to know what exactly had gone through her mind in telling Toph that it was fine if he came along. She had opened that door and he wasn’t supposed to walk in. 

Him trying to befriend Jin on her behalf is daunting enough. 

For as much as she doesn’t want to be alone, she also has no interest in gaining friends that she won’t be able to keep when she is thrust back into her own body. 

Spirits, she wishes that she could just take Sokka’s life for her own. Spirits, she wishes that she could leap from one body to the next, a nomad soul that can jump from one body to the next until she finds one whose conditions are just right. 

She doesn’t want her life back. 

She doesn’t want to help Sokka on his quest to ‘fix’ this situation.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #sokka #sokkla #fanfiction

[suzukiblu]

Yue/Azula for @twird96. This was supposed to be A/B/O but uh, the burgeoning hints of plot happened instead, lol. I . . . actually kind of want to write this long-form now, but I REALLY don’t have the time. 

Yeah they don’t meet in canon but WHO CARES, canon is for nerds! Actually okay they don’t meet in canon, so let’s do POST canon. Azula is locked up in a hospital somewhere in the Fire Nation seething and refusing to engage with any form of recovery, and Yue is the moon. Someone has the bright idea to cart Azula off to the healing hut up north and maybe try spirit oasis water on her, and Azula is spitting rage and loathing and very, VERY non-cooperative about the whole thing. But, like . . . Zuko is very low on family members right now and also Azula is fourteen and that’s kind of young for literally everyone to give up on her ever being a redeemable human being, so she ends up at the healing hut anyway. Yugoda does not have a fun time, and the fancy spirit oasis water doesn’t do jack shit. At least, not as far as anyone can tell. 

Azula spits fire and hates Zuko and dreams about the moon, and Yue visits this strange, raging girl she doesn’t know from Koh in her sleep, because spirit oasis water. “What the hell are YOU supposed to be?” Azula says, expecting a trick or a trap, and Yue has never actually A) met another princess or B) been talked to like that by, like, anyone. “My name is Yue,” she says anyway, polite as she’s always been, and Azula bares her teeth and breathes FIRE. Which would be a problem for someone else, probably, but really does not affect a moon goddess. It is a LITTLE concerning, though, and Yue instinctively tries to stop it. Unfortunately, Yue does not really understand all her goddess powers just yet. 

Azula wakes up with moonlight coming in her window and wet hair, and tries to breathe fire again. It comes out ice and fog. Azula does NOT take this well. Somewhere, Yue is like “. . . didn’t know I could do that! Welp!” Somewhere else, Agni is very annoyed. Zuko goes to visit Azula in the morning and she’s torn her room apart and frozen half the place solid. He is understandably confused and alarmed by this, and Azula is too damn furious to do anything but try and scratch his eyes out, which understandably interferes with him figuring out what the fuck is going on here. 

Azula sleeps again, eventually, and Yue figures she’d better check on her. “I’ll kill you for this, spirit,” Azula says, baring frosted-over teeth at her, and Yue falls just a little bit in love. Or, uh. Maybe a little bit more than a little. She tries to fix the firebending. It does not work, because again, she really does not understand all her goddess powers just yet. Azula doesn’t believe she’s actually trying, and tries to scratch HER eyes out. Yue is flustered and awkward and has no idea how to deal with a person like Azula at all. “I’m sorry,” she says, and Azula doesn’t believe a word of it. 

Thus begins the misadventures of Yue trying to figure out how to take back the waterbending thing without taking away Azula’s bending altogether, wherein La is no help at all and Aang and Zuko are VERY confused about literally All The Things, and Yue really, really cannot figure out how to handle all the weird feelings she is having right now. It’s probably a moon thing, she tells herself. It is definitely not a moon thing. 

#azula #atla yue #azue #atla #twird96 #meta ecetera

[capriciouswrites]

on the second day of halloween my true boo gave to me...zuko braiding hair

“Urg!” she wants to cry. There are days where it’s just not worth it to get out of the bedroll, and for Katara this has been one of those days. It doesn’t help that it’s a new moon and she’s just started her period — both on their own makes her bending weaker than normal, together she feels practically useless. And now the day is done and she can’t even go to bed. “Ugh!”

It’s no one’s fault but her own — she knew the knife needed sharpening but there wasn’t ever enough time and it slipped and and is now making everything a hundred times harder than it needs to be.

She was able to make dinner without the use of her left hand — the cut on her palm makes any motion difficult, even though the cut itself isn’t actually that bad.

And she was able to glare Sokka into doing dishes— but now she’s trying to braid her hair for bed and it’s impossible to do with one hand!

“What’s wrong, sweetness? You sound like a badger bear with a toothache.” Toph asks, sprawled comfortably nearby.

She’s clearly not worried about her hair, and for a moment Katara considers just chopping hers off — that would mean she didn’t have to braid it, which seems like an improvement right this moment. (But she still remembers how excited she was when she was old enough to grow her hair out, and while she’s sure Gran-Gran would understand the realities of traveling it still doesn’t seem worth it. And realistically she could sleep without it in a braid, but then she’ll end up with all sorts of things in her hair and end up needing like four times as long to tame it tomorrow.

Of course, she’ll have her ability to heal back, probably, by then, so it might still be easier to just wait.

“I hurt my hand, I can’t braid my hair,” she answers Toph, trying not to sound as petulant as she feels.

“Have Zuko do it,” is the immediate response.

Zuko glances up from where he’s sharpening his blade and immediately pales — perhaps because she’s not glaring at him. She doesn’t trust him still but…well he probably doesn’t know what to do with long hair anyways, other than putting it in an ugly top knot!

“Don’t be stupid, he wouldn’t know how to braid hair,” Katara scoffs.

“Actually,” he starts hesitant, like he’s expecting to be yelled at immediately — but when no one interrupts him immediately his voice gets a little stronger, “I used to do Azula’s hair.”

“Like I’d want to match styles with that psycho,” she says with a scoff — feeling triumphant for a moment as Zuko winces before she realizes he is her only chance at getting her hair braided tonight. Toph’s braids are absolutely awful and closer to just repeated knots, Sokka’s are almost as bad, and Aang has no hair. “But,” she says, trying to sound gracious, “If you think you can do a simple braid I guess that would be okay.”

Toph laughs at her, which is about to be expected, and Zuko still looks wary.

Katara grits her teeth and, “Please.”

“Sounds like that hurt,” Toph snickers, but quietly enough that Katara decides it’s the better part of valor to ignore her and done.

Zuko continues to look wary but nods, “Yeah, of course.” He stands up and seems taller than normal, perhaps because she’s facing the reality of him touching her and — well, at her back. Which is a place she decidedly doesn’t trust him but — but she just wants to sleep.

He sits down silently and she doesn’t know what to say so she just tucks her hands into her lap and waits. It seems to take an exceptionally long amount of time before she feels his fingers in her hair, but she thinks it’s just her anxiety making time stretch. His fingers are gentle and she can barely feel the tug as they work through her hair.

It feels good. It feels better than it has a right too. And he’s radiating heat behind her and it makes her stomach cramps feel slightly better and —

It’s a miracle she doesn’t collapse against him and fall asleep immediately, but she still doesn’t trust him and —

And she’s not at all sorry that he’s apparently fairly quick is braiding hair and holding out a hand for “hair tie?” before she can do something embarrassing. She passes the tie to his hand and then he’s standing up and going back to his blade and she gently touches her braid and — it’s exactly like she does it every night.

She shouldn’t have gotten out of her bedroll today, it clearly wasn’t worth it. But now she’s getting back in her bedroll…and maybe she just won’t get out of it tomorrow until things start making sense again.

#zutara #pre-zutara #katara #zuko #and guest judge toph #my autocorrect was awful for this #please let me know if you see any socks that should be sokka or azaleas that should be azula's or top's that should be toph #the twelve days of halloween #yeah i don't know what i'm doing either #vaguely this may someday have a second part with zuko's pov and be posted to ao3 #for now #enjoy an unreliable narrator

[riality-check]

7, 9, and 16 for the fic writer ask game! 💕✨️

7. What’s a trope you love to write?

Hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending are my go tos, my roots, if you will. It was the central bit of my first fic, One Touch Starved Firebender, Please and I’m 90% sure it’s featured at least once in about every other fic I’ve written. I love throwing angsty shit ad my characters, so long as they make it out better than before. I appreciate tragedies and have enjoyed quite a few, but I’m a firm believer that circumstances and especially people get better, so that’s what I choose to write.

9. What’s your favorite lines/scenes that you’ve written?

Oh I LOVE this question!!

Funniest line is probably “Okay, so you know how vaginas work?” from Eddie’s First Time because it’s like. This boy is giving an impromptu sex ed lesson in the middle of sex. No brain cells to be found.

Favorite bit of prose is a lot harder. I love this line from Black Velvet so much: His voice is low and sweet and smooth like the air outside, the air they can’t feel, the air Steve doesn’t hate anymore. It isn’t a rockstar voice or a voice for the stage. It’s a voice meant for soft things, like dancing in the kitchen or lullabies.

But if I want to go older (and not post every damn line from on being an avatar), I’d say I really like the end of Book 1: Release (Air): A small strand of hair blew loose from her topknot. Azula left it alone.

Fav scene is hands down is the nightmare scene from my Moon Knight fic on being an avatar. It’s the longest scene in the fic, and basically Marc has a nightmare, grabs Layla, freaks out that he might have hurt her, and she has to talk him down. But the twist is this is all from Layla’s perspective, so because Marc never says anything outright, she has to intuit everything. It’s way too long to post all of it here, but here’s a snippet:

Marc sits on the floor of their cramped bathroom. His bare back is against the chipped porcelain bath tub, his bare feet nearly touching the opposite wall. One hand slides his Magen David up and down the chain while the other rests in his hair. He takes purposefully deep breaths and closes his eyes when Layla sits down next to him. Her back is against the wall, her feet nearly touching the tub next to him. She waits for him to open his eyes again.

When he does, they are red rimmed and more than a little wet, but focused.

She waits for him to speak first. He spots her wrist where it lays in her lap, and his eyes widen.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers hoarsely.

Layla nods. “I accept your apology. Next time, I won’t wake you. Next time, you won’t grab me.”

She knows there will be a next time. She knew that something like this would happen, even if Marc never said it would. She doesn’t know, at least not now, how rarely Marc sleeps through the night.

“It’s going to bruise.” He hasn’t taken his eyes off it.

Layla looks at the red, finger shaped marks on her wrist. They definitely will bruise, and they will be ugly, but Marc doesn’t need to hear that right now.

“Yes, it will. But I can live with that.”

Marc doesn’t look like he can.

16. How long is your longest fic?

Book 1: Release (Air), the first part of my attempted canon rewrite of ATLA with Azula banished with Zuko, clocks in at 27,847 words. Jesus Christ.

Thank you so much for asking!!

#asked and answered #ask games #stevethehairington

[the-badger-mole]

Aching head. Sore limbs. It was far, far too hot, but she couldn't stop shivering. Katara was ill. Miserably so.

"Katara?" Aang shouted through the closed door. "Are you still sleeping?" He knocked at the door, but to Katara it felt as if he were hitting her directly in the head with a block of wood and shouting in her ear.

"Ooooh!" Katara groaned miserably. Aang must have heard her because he paused.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"No," Katara replied. Her throat was scratchy and sore. "I'm sick."

"Oh..." Aang paused another moment. "Do you need more frogs? I don't think they live in the Fire Nation, but...I could ask Zuko."

"Fine," Katara huffed. It went quiet. Katara assumed Aang had left and she was beginning to drift off again, when there was another knock at the door, softer this time.

"Hey, Katara?" Aang called softly through the door. "What about breakfast?"

"Ask someone else!" Katara snapped. "Or you do it!" Another long pause.

"Okay, it's just that everyone else is busy, and I don’t know how to cook-" Whatever else he was saying was lost in an aggravated growl as Katara pulled herself out of bed and stormed across the room. She yanked the door open and pushed past Aang irritably, ignoring his gasp as she made her way to the kitchen.

One meal. They couldn't handle one meal without her. Katara paused outside of the kitchen and took a deep breath. After all, sick or not, meals needed to be made. Her mother and grandmother didn't take days off, and neither, it seemed, would she. With that philosophizing done, Katara squared shoulders and pushed the door open.

"Are you ok?" Zuko’s voice startled Katara. She whirled around too fast and felt the floor shift under her feet.

"...woah..." Katara stumbled and grasped for the door frame. Zuko took her elbows and steadied her. His brows drew down in concern when he got a good look at her. Her nose was red, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her hair had escaped her braid in wisps that clung to her sweaty, clammy skin. Zuko pressed the back of his hand to her forehead and frowned.

"You're sick," he pronounced. Katara rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"You're a genius," she said. Her stuffy nose gave her voice a nasally tone that undercut her sarcasm, but only a little. Zuko shook his head and guided her away from the kitchen.

"Let's get you back to bed," he said.

"I have to make breakfast!" Katara protested. Zuko paused and looked at her in surprise.

"That's crazy! You can barely stand," he said.

"It doesn't matter." Katara tried to shake him off, but there was no strength in it. "You all need to eat."

"So ask someone else!" Zuko stared at her as if she'd started speaking a foreign language. Katara shook her head.

"There's no one else to ask. I asked Aang, and he said everyone was busy, and he can't cook."

"That's ridiculous," Zuko rolled his eyes skywards. "Everyone except maybe Toph is perfectly capable of getting something on the table."

"Sokka's cooking tastes awful," Katara said. "I don't know if Suki can cook."

"What does Sokka usually make when it's his turn to cook?" Zuko asked.

"Ha!" Katara scoffed. "His turn to cook. You've been with us for three weeks. It's always my turn to cook." Zuko hadn't noticed. Before his excursion with Katara a few days earlier, he hadn't paid much attention to the division of labor in the camp. Now that he was thinking of it, though, he never saw anyone except Katara cooking, or washing clothes, or mending. And she did all of that on top of training Aang and keeping up with her own practice. When, Zuko wondered, did she find the time to sleep?

"Zuko?" Katara's voice cut through the young prince's thoughts. She was staring up at him in confusion, her arm still in his grip.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Listen, don't worry about breakfast- don't worry about cooking at all for a few days. I've got it covered."

"But I-"

"You need to rest," Zuko said firmly. "And I can keep everyone fed."

"Aang doesn't eat meat," Katara reminded him, finally allowing herself to be guided back to her room.

"I know." Zuko waited for Katara to lay down and pulled the blankets up around her chin. She was shivering from a chill only she could feel. "I'll bring you some tea and soup in a bit." Katara smiled weakly, but she was already drifting off to sleep. By the time Zuko stepped out into the hall and shut the door gently behind him, she was already snoring lightly. Zuko turned away from room and huffed out a plume of flame. He was glad for the heavy wooden doors of his family's summer home. Things were about to get very loud in a few moments.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Katara woke to the light clatter of a glass being set on her bedside table. She blinked to clear her vision and saw Toph trying to creep out of the room.

"Wha're you doing?" she asked groggily. Toph turned and scowled down at her.

"I can't possibly have been loud enough to wake you," she said. Katara shrugged and pulled herself into a sitting position.

"What's that?" she asked peering at the cup Toph had left for her.

"Fussy Lord Zuko demanded I bring you tea," Toph grumbled. "He's been a real pain all morning. He said that since you're sick, we have to cover all the chores. Never mind that no one asked you to do them in the first place." "He did what?" Katara blinked in confusion.

"He's making us do chores," Toph reiterated. "He's guilting everyone into cleaning. He's even got Sokka washing his own socks for once."

"Really?" Katara reached over and grabbed the teacup from the table and took a sip. It was a bit bitter, but she had had worse. Zuko was getting better at making tea.

"He's making a chore wheel!" Toph complained. "I don't know what makes him think it's going to last. He's in the kitchen teaching Aang how to chop vegetables. No way that ends badly." Katara grunted noncommittally. She could feel fatigue settling on her again.

"Are you alright?" Toph asked. There was real concern in her voice now.

"Just need to rest,"Katara assured her.

"Okay, then," Toph said backing towards the door. "I guess I'll go see if Dadko has any more orders for me to ignore."

"Be nice," Katara admonished as sleep rose to claim her again. "Zuko's being helpful." Toph snorted and headed out of the room. She paused at the door and turned back to Katara.

"Feel better soon," she said.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

The next time Katara woke, it was to a hand shaking her gently awake. She blinked up and found Zuko frowning worriedly.

"Hey," she croaked.

"Hey." Zuko's mouth quirked up into a half smile. "I brought you something to eat." Katara lifted her aching head and saw a tray of soup and crusty bread on her nightstand.

"I'm not hungry," she told him.

"You have to eat something," Zuko pressed. "It's past lunch and you didn't have breakfast." For the first time Katara noticed that the sun had changed position. It was well into the afternoon, and probably closing in on dinner time. Katara didn't feel hungry, but she knew Zuko was right about her needing to eat. She accepted the tray and saw that Zuko had made a light broth with a bit of meat and vegetables. There was no real taste to it, but Katara wasn't sure if it was for a lack of spices or because her stuffed nose had robbed her of her sense of taste. Still, she was grateful he'd brought it for her, and the broth warmed her stomach pleasantly. Once he was satisfied that she was eating, Zuko turned to leave.

"Wait," Katara called after him.

"You need something else?" Zuko asked.

"Will you sit with me?"

That caught Zuko off guard. He sat stiffly at the foot of her bed and waited. Katara hid a smile behind a spoonful of soup.

"Toph said you're teaching a cooking class," she said. The tip of Zuko's ear went a little pink and he shrugged.

"Aang is old enough to at least know how to make one or two things," he said. "Everyone here is." He turned to Katara fully, his inborn shyness giving way to mild outrage. "Have you seriously been doing all of the cooking? The entire time?"

"It was either I cook or we starved." Katara shrugged and swallowed another mouthful of broth. She was beginning to taste something of the flavors that went into it. There was garlic in it, she thought. Maybe a bit of ginger, too. She wished she could smell and taste better, but maybe Zuko would make this soup again when she was well.

"That's not fair," Zuko said. "If you were doing all of the cooking and cleaning and washing and mending, what were the others doing?"

"Sokka hunted," Katara said. "Aang took care of Appa. Toph...well, she stayed out of the way mostly."

"So, Sokka goofed off in the woods, Aang goofed off with Appa and Toph did nothing?" Zuko's face twisted into a scowl.

"It's fine," Katara insisted.

"No, it's not!" Zuko huffed and ran a hand through his hair. "And I didn't even notice until today that you did all those things for everyone. I didn't realize I was adding to the load."

"Zuko, it's-" "It's not fine, Katara!" Zuko cut her off. "You're one person looking after six. No wonder you got sick. You're spreading yourself way too thin! That's over. You shouldn't have to do all of this work yourself."

"Good luck getting anyone to pitch in," Katara scoffed. Zuko glared towards the door.

"We'll see about that," he said darkly.

"Zuko?" Katara cast him a worried look, but he just shrugged.

"If I can't get the others to pitch in, I'm here," he promised. "I'll split the work with you.

"You don't have to," Katara sighed, leaning back against her pillows.

"Yes, I do!" Zuko gestured wildly around toward the door and then the windows. "Everything you do is necessary! You keep this group functioning, and we all owe you so much. Helping out is the absolute least we could do. I made a chore rotation. I don't know how long it'll last, but even if no one else helps, you'll have me."

The soup caught in Katara's throat somehow, and there was a sudden burn behind her eyes.

"I..." she tried once she swallowed her food. "I mean, no one's ever...Thank you, Zuko."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you." The corner of Zuko's mouth turned up into another half-smile. Then he frowned when he saw Katara's cheeks flush, and reached out to feel her forehead again. "Are you feeling ok?"

"I'm alright," Katara said breathlessly. Her pulse fluttered and the room felt warmer, but somehow, the fever didn't feel as bad as it had that morning. Still, Zuko studied her with a clinical eye she hadn't been on the receiving end of since leaving her Gran Gran.

"I sent Sokka and Suki to town for medicine," he told her. "I'll bring it to you later." He stood up and headed for the door.

"Are you going?" Katara asked.

"I left Aang chopping vegetables for dinner," Zuko told her. "I have to go inspect his work...and make sure he still has all of his fingers." Katara laughed at that.

"Hey, Zuko?"

"Yeah?" he stopped with his hand on the doorknob.

"Thanks," Katara said. "For everything."

"Anytime."

Part 2

#atla #zutara #katara's sick and zuko's stepping up #i need more zuko caring for katara in my life #dadko on duty #whipping these lazy brats into shape one cooking lesson at a time

[absolutelyfizzing]

Sifu Hotman

zuko x water tribe sibling!reader

request - I want to request a Zuko x fem reader being Sokka and Katara's sister. She can be the older sister or sokka's twin sister. Also when they start dating Sokka and Katara can like threaten him by saying don't hurt my sister or else.

A/N - This is taking place after the war, I'm vaguely uncomfy writing for underage people (or like younger than 17) so I just went ahead and aged them up. I'm sorry if that's not what you were wanting! I'm also sort of ignoring the plot of the comics and stuff and we are ignoring Mai's existence. I don't feel like this was my best writing by any means but i tried and i thought it was a cute idea. There will probably be more zuko x reader coming soon

word count - 2000

MASTERLIST

You took a deep breath in, the warm air refreshing after having just spent the last month in the southern water tribe with your family besides Katara who was off saving lives with Aang. Your twin brother stood beside you, his hair grown out and tied into a ponytail. Your sister would be here in the fire nation in a week with Aang. It had been three years since the war, you had just been kids at the time. You and Sokka were 15 during the last battle and you had felt so old then. Now, looking back, you had been immature and childish but you had grown up. After the war ended you remained in the fire nation for a few months. You had wanted to get a little bit of quiet before you started going on more adventures with your brother.

You had been very close with Zuko while he was traveling with you and the gang. You didn't know why but you trusted him, maybe it was because you trusted Toph's judgement but either way you had accepted him quicker than the others. You remembered how cold the rest of the group had been to him and it almost was funny to you now considering that Katara had just told you a story in a recent letter about Toph, Aang, and Zuko getting into a bickering match about fire flakes that ended in Toph trapping both of the boys into a earth tent. It was also hard to comprehend that Zuko was the new Firelord and he ruled over a whole nation.

It had been 2 years since you saw Zuko in person. It wasn't on purpose but you kept getting pulled in different directions, none of them leading you into the fire nation. You were excited but also scared to see him, butterflies filling your stomach at the thought of seeing him. You'd had a bit of a crush on the new Firelord when you last saw him but you refused to tell either of your siblings, knowing that they would threaten him to high heaven before he even knew about it.

Your brother walking beside you calmed you a bit, his presence being comforting to you. He was much taller than you now and he was more confident than the kid he had been during the war. You knew that the same was true for Aang, though he never grew up in personality. As you approached the gates of the palace you wondered if Zuko had changed.

You realized that he had as the gates opened and he was stood on the steps up to the palace waiting for both of you. His hair was long and it was pulled into a messy bun. His scar was no longer shrouded in his bangs and he seemed more confident in his stance. His robes were long and elegant and you wondered if he wore them by choice of if they were required because of his position. Your brother jogged slightly to get to Zuko faster, having grown to hold a strong bond with the man. You walked calmly but there was a smile on your face as your brother and Zuko embraced. Once the released each other Zuko turned to you. You noticed him gulp a bit and a blush threatened to cover your cheeks. Your grin became wider the closer you got to him and soon you were wrapped in his embrace.

You noticed that his frame was larger. You leaned your head back from the hug to look at his face and he looked well. Like he was happy and maybe even getting enough sleep.

"Hey there, Sifu Hotman." You smiled and Zuko rolled his eyes as he released you from the hug.

"I see we haven't matured in 2 years?" He grunts but you can see the smile trying to creep onto his face. "Toph still calls me that too." He grumbled lowly and you started laughing.

"Where is the little demon?"

"She's away dealing with some prisoners for me. She should be back in a week or so." Zuko smiled. "She's taken up a pretty important role here. She's like my personal lie detector. She likes to sit in on council meetings and scare everyone."

"I think that's actually her dream job." You smiled and Zuko hummed in agreement. There was a bit of a silence as you and Zuko just gazed at each other. He seemed so sure now. You had missed him dearly.

"Okay! Let's get this show on the road, people!" Sokka yelled and you internally groaned that he had to ruin the moment. Before you all turned toward the palace, Zuko sent you a wink and you felt a blush cover your face. As you headed up the steps of the palace you felt a comforting hand on your lower back as the Fire Lord gently followed behind you, Sokka running ahead of you, likely to find the food in the kitchens that he was accostomed to spending all of his time in.

"Can I speak to you in private when we get a moment?" Zuko asks and again your heart rate picks up. You turn your head to look at him.

"Of course" You smiled and he smiles back at you, making your head spin a bit. You spent the next few hours meeting new advisors, getting a tour through new parts of the palace, and catching up with Zuko who seemed to be acting more clingy than you had ever remembered him to be.

"Y/N, would you mind coming with me?" Zuko asked and you turned to face him with a smile.

"Of course!" You chirped as he led you to a secluded hallway away from your brother who was discussing war strategy with an advisor of Zuko's.

When you reached a place where you were out of earshot of others Zuko gently took your hands.

"I have something to confess." He stated and you felt fire on your cheeks, you nodded for him to continue, "I'm in love with you. I have been for years and I've never acted on it because there was always something going on and I was so unsure but now-" he gazed into your eyes with sincerity, "I couldn't be more sure. I want to be with you. If you'd have me, that is." Instead of answering you jumped forward, pressing your lips onto Zuko's in a searing kiss. He groaned and pushed back, trapping you against a wall. He pulled away to press his forehead into yours and you closed your eyes for a moment before opening them again and gazing at the man in front of you.

"Katara is gonna kill you." You mumbled and Zuko smiled.

"You aren't worried about Sokka?"

"I just know that Sokka can't win in a fight against you. Katara on the other hand..." you trailed off and Zuko looked offended.

"That's pretty rude to say to the man who just confessed his love for you."

"I'm just being honest. Toph might have some words too."

Zuko shuddered at the thought of what they could do to him. Sokka would be upset but he could probably handle it. Aang would be happy for both of them he was sure, always the peacemaker and moderator. Aang would probably be the only reason that Katara wouldn't attack Zuko immediately.

Over the next week you snuck around with Zuko, taking alone time any chance that you got. Sokka rarely let you get any peace as he stayed with you nearly constantly. He was always a little on the defence with you and he would likely settle in and ease up over the coming weeks as he got used to the new environment. You were never a huge fighter, though you could hold your own. You also couldn't bend. You were the one of the group who took care of everyone, you were the smartest in strategy by far, and you were the only one who could reason with Toph. Because of this, Sokka had gotten used to just being near you in case anything happened, though it was rare that anything did. You appreciated it normally but now you wanted time alone so that you could spend it with Zuko as you got used to being in a relationship that was more than platonic. But today was the day that the rest of the gang was arriving, even Suki would be joining you so you hoped that would take some of the clingy-ness of Sokka away. You all stood at the front of the palace, much like Zuko had stood for you a week earlier, and watched as Appa approached in the distance. He flew gently in front of you and as soon as he landed in front of you he licked you with his giant tongue and you were covered in slobber. Despite this you couldn't be happier to see the giant animal and you embraced him. You were suddenly pulled away and brought into the arms of your little sister.

"I missed you, Y/N." She mumbled into your neck and you smiled into hers, it had been so long since you had seen her and you felt tears come to your eyes at the relief of having her near.

You spent the next hours catching up with Katara and Aang, who had grown to be taller than you since you last saw him. Toph and Suki arrived that night and you were all glad to be together again at last, old memories coming back and filling you all with joy. You and Zuko looked at each other and you took a deep breath. You had discussed that you would be revealing your relationship to the rest of the group when you were all together but you were nervous for their reactions.

"So... I have something I would like to tell you guys." You stated and all of the conversation died down, all eyes suddenly on you. "Me and Zuko are together." You rushed out and you only got blank stares for a moment before there was groaning from Toph and Sokka.

"You couldn't have waited another year? I didn't think you would have figured it out by now." Toph grumbled and pulled some coins out of her pocket, Sokka doing the same. Suki and Katara held out their hands and money got dropped into them, both with smug looks on their faces. Zuko looked over at you and had the same look of shock that you likely did.

"What?" You mumbled.

"We all knew you were going to get together of course, you've been pining after each other for years, but me and Suki said you would be getting together this month and Toph said in a year. Sokka actually said in 3 months so he was closer than Toph was." Katara stated simply and you still just stared at her, mouth agape. "We also talked about the fact that if he hurts you," Her gaze shifted to a nervous looking Zuko, "we would all be committing some crimes."

"I feel like I should clarify that those crimes include maiming and murder." Sokka glared at Zuko and he gulped.

"But I'm so happy for you two!" Katara exclaimed, her attitude shifting completely. You and Zuko stared at each other in shock and then you smiled at him. You were so happy to finally be together and to have your friends around you.

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