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count-horror-xx · 2 months
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BRO IM BEGGING SOMEONE WRITE FICS FOR LIVE ACTION JET FROM ATLA 🙏🙏🙏 HES SO FINE 😩🗣🗣
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smallsinger5901 · 5 months
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I read the latest chapter of @lovelyelbowleech’s war games and it instantly crunched all my bones to atoms simultaneously. 10/10
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noexoozes · 7 days
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Composure. It is what her mother always called it. Mai finds ‘restraint’ to be much more suitable.
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Or, Mai's mind wanders when it comes to Zuko.
Rating: Mature Relationship: Mai/Zuko (Avatar) Additional Tags: Mild Sexual Content, Dirty Thoughts, POV Mai (Avatar), Character Study
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stardust948 · 3 months
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erisenyo · 7 months
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got any bottom/subby sokka fic recs?
Hi anon! This was much harder than it should be, we definitely need more bottom/subby Sokka out there!
I'm going to assume you've read my own stuff, which is largely this dynamic, though if you haven't, Part-Time Plumber, Full Time Problem and Lessons In Proper Asset Management are good places to start.
The Hot Fire Lord Summer series by sulkybender is all around great fun, hilarious premise, and features Sokka being thoroughly overwhelmed in the best kind of way by a very confident Zuko
Light in the Dark by Lady_of_the_Flowers features some stellar world-building, a gut-wrenching premise, a bottom Sokka, and if you haven't read Epistles by them and you like long-fic you absolutely should
Not Supposed to Scratch by Mysticetacean has a really fun dynamic of Sokka wanting and being embarrassed by how much he wants Zuko to hold him down, and Zuko clocking it in about half a second and fully delivering.
Real Slow by surveycorpsjean is a great post-canon fic from get-together to staying together to living their lives together, that also features some fun sex scenes
The Predictably As series by HisMomoness is all-around stellar and features a bottom Sokka. Truly a delightful modern AU meet cute.
In The Crease by beersforqueers is a really fun modern hockey AU where Sokka and Zuko are both in the NHL, just a whole lot of PWP in a fun setting
Anything agni_kai writes is great, and work from home has a fun subby Sokka experimenting with sex toys and with semi-publicly torturing Zuko with lust
nights also has banger after banger, and i put a spell on you is a whole lot of fun, with dirty talk, greater banter, and Sokka discovering that maybe he's more into switching than he thought
And I just found it while I was compiling this least, but To Love a Loathed Enemy by hereforthefic_onlythefic has me looking. Finding yourself falling for someone you were determined to hate? Some illicit office place shenanigans? Sounds great haha
And outside of Zukka...
Down to Pluck by QueenDollopHead has a great antagonistic Sokka-Jet dynamic, with Sokka doing some goading to get what he wants out of Jet.
a hole is a hole (is a hole) by scrunklyzucchini has a stellar, needy Sokka who is very into whatever Chit Sang will give him.
agni_kai is at it again with some Suki pegging action in worth it
Suki has a strap on and is never afraid to use it in the three's a crowd series by overcomewithlongingfora_girl, with both Sokka and Zuko on the receiving end of it
There's also been some recent Piandao/Sokka content that I bet hits the mark, and I haven't had a chance to go diving through the tag yet but purely based on vibes I think your Jet/Sokka content probably has quite a few fics in this category too haha
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balanceoflightanddark · 4 months
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The Monsters We Create Chapter 7
The Monsters We Create Chapter 7: Wrath, a Godzilla + Avatar: Last Airbender Crossover fanfic | FanFiction
The battlefield has been chosen and readied. Fire Lord Zuko and his army prepare for battle against what could be their greatest enemy yet. All Azula, Aang, and the rest can do is watch as Godzilla rises from the sea, bringing hell with it.
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grizzabella-02 · 9 days
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I hope MuffinLance knows how influential they are to the A:TLA fandom in terms of fics (specifically on AO3)
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blinday · 1 month
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Guys do yall have any Sokka centric fics that are NOT Zukka? I don't really like the ship but I CRAVE Sokka content rn
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zevuffie · 2 months
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This was written eons ago; I was barely out of teenagerdom. 💀 just feeling nostalgic, and I actually like this piece. Maybe someone out there will, too.
Part of a larger headfic; post FBM, Katara and Zuko make their way across the Fire Nation on a mission (it's a long story). During the course of their trip into the heart of the Fire Nation, they stop at one small village that lies just beyond the coast of the mainland; Vei Hong. It is there that they discover that some of the old traditions are still kept alive, one in particular being dancing...
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Feels Like Rain
She moved like a storm on the sea, push and pull, rise and fall. Dusky, slender arms turned to glowing bronze in the light of the bonfire as she trailed them above her, weaving with the rest of her body. Wiry, strong feet kicked up dust, the motes dancing around her legs like glittering smoke. He lost sight of her for a moment as the dancers continued to dart in and out of the firelight, then there she was again, a light sheen of sweat covering her brow and collarbone. Her unbound hair had a life of its own, sweeping across her face as she spun around, only to ripple and twist behind her, like an opened fan across her bare shoulders and back.
He was too far away to see the details of her eyes, but when she would turn, he imagined he could make out the spark that burned there. And that dress...damn the flowershop girl for lending it to her. The cream-colored material clung in soft, crinkling folds to her torso and hips, the capped sleeves pulled down her arms to leave her shoulders bare. As she twisted and leapt backwards, arms swinging around her, the gold-edged hem did its own pirouette around her shockingly tan thighs, skimming across the tops of them as the girl came back down to earth.
It was far too short for her, who he was so used to seeing in concealing leggings and a long tunic. She was too practical for an outfit of that...that...brevity. The Agni-cursed thing left her entire top half uncovered! Well, not the entire top...but from her shoulders down to the swelling curves of her breasts there was nothing but glowing, bare skin. A hint of bosom at the top of the dress was all it took to have every male ranging from old windbag to spotty adolescent ogling her. It certainly had his attention. (And where, he would dearly love to know, had she learned to dance like that?)
Why am I even thinking about this? She isn't my sister; I shouldn't be worried how many eyes are on her (not that he worried about said sister in the first place). I don't need to be thinking about her in that thrice-cursed (blessed?) dress, or that everyone else is thinking about her out of it -
That was enough for him. He tore his eyes away from the swaying hips and stamping feet, away from the levity of the dancers and the fire that moved them. He made himself focus on his leg, the one that was propped out in front of him; it was still supposed to be broken, but she had healed it for him only a few hours ago -
And there he went again. He wasn't supposed to be thinking of her. He settled himself back against the trunk of the tree, then picked up his discarded knife and set to the small piece of clay in his hand with a savagery that nearly broke the fragile disk in two. Slowly, swirls and spirals appeared, almost as if the music were being transferred in the stone. Stabs of flame, whorls of dust and waves of water broke across the surface of the clay. Don't think, just do. But his mind couldn't focus for long; neither would his eyes. He felt himself being pulled back into the firelight, into the rippling rhythm of the dancers before him. One dancer. She moved to her own music, it seemed, sometimes almost out of time with the others. Certainly her moves weren't like the other girls'. Theirs were coy and submissive, made to draw the eyes of suitors. Hers were fierce, almost savage, as if she listened to a different set of musicians altogether. The roar of the ocean, maybe, or the thundering of rain. But despite this, or perhaps because of it, all eyes were on the wild-eyed girl that moved in the center of the pinwheel like a typhoon.
The music was changing, he suddenly noticed. Becoming harsher, deeper, faster. Because of her, he didn't doubt. Wherever she went, the Waterbender inspired change. (He was living proof, wasn't he?) The other girls stumbled a bit, losing the beat, but then, as if a key had been turned, they, too, became waves. Pushing, pulling, over and under. Leaping and ducking, as if fire were hot on their heels. But still his eyes followed the one at the center of the maelstrom, the one closest to the flames that lit her hair to fire and turned her skin into dusty gold. He watched, the carving in his hands forgotten.
No, he decided. Not quite the ocean. More like a firestorm. An unchecked force of nature that leapt and grabbed, darted and wove through the hearts of men. Fire can be so like water, in the push and pull, the breaking down of the elements before it, the hunger, the potential for destruction if left to itself. She dances like fire.
Slowly, quietly, something passed through him, sinking deep inside his bones and turning them to jelly. His palms were suddenly sweaty, and he blinked, swiping at the moisture that dripped into his eyes. He felt the change, and wondered what it was. Then, just as softly as it had snuck up on him, the feeling passed, and he was left with the nagging thought that there was something he was missing. As if of their own volition, his eyes found the Waterbender in the throng of dancers once more, and something in the air changed, like the charge of energy before a storm. She looks different. He took a deep, steadying breath, and leaned back against the tree once more, following every step, every twist and bend and fall that her body made against the firelight.
Someday, the thought found him. His fingers absently smoothed over the half-formed design in his hand, barely registering the heat that seemed to come off it. Someday, I'm going to dance with her.
Then he glanced down at the piece of clay, at the abstract design he had carved into it, and blinked. If you looked at it just right, angled it a little this way, and squinted, it looked...it looked almost like...
His calloused fingers closed over the piece abruptly, thinking to melt it. But he didn't. He held it in his fist, knuckles white, and looked back up at the water girl that danced like fire.
Someday.
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theiridescentdragon · 5 months
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atla fics with north asian themes and elements: 😊✨❤️☀️
alta fics with south asian themes and elements: 🥹💝🤲💕😭❤️‍🔥👌👏💗🤝❣️🙌🔥🙏💋🫰💌
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hyacinths that come back every year
written for @maileeweek2022, day seven: ember island or free day
Mai should tell her to stay with the Kyoshi Warriors, to stay somewhere safe, to not leave at all, to talk to her parents, to help her plan anything she needs, to take her to someone, to tell her that running away is not the solution, it never has been. She should do any number of those things.
Instead she says, “When do we leave?”
(ty lee runs away and mai follows)
banner by the lovely @boybff who also made art for this fic which you absolutely need to check out because it’s my favourite thing in the world and i don’t have the words to express how much i love it ! ily jax tytyty oughdnddkd i loved working with you and i’m so glad you liked this fic <3
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outpastthemoat · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iroh & Zuko (Avatar) Characters: Iroh (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar) Additional Tags: Zuko-centric (Avatar), Ba Sing Se, The Jasmine Dragon (Avatar), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending, Iroh is a Good Uncle (Avatar), zuko is a good boy Summary:
Zuko sweeps and his thoughts swirl and rise and descend, like leaves caught up in an eddy of wind.  He finds himself thinking of old memories, ones he hasn’t thought of in many years.  There’s something he’s close to remembering, some thought he’s close to uncovering. 
But he always shrinks away before he can discover what it is.  
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osdove · 2 years
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Might I recommend to you the Azulaang fic: To fly again by LostSpiritWalker. It’s currently ongoing but I like it very much.
That's one of my favourite fics atm, actually! The latest update 👀 I'm so hyped to see azulaang flourish, and also for the Gaang's reaction to Azula now - especially when they see Aang interacting with her. Definitely going to be a shock to the system.
Also I admire the author for their insanely consistent upload schedule, down to posting the date of the next update at the end author's notes. Mad respect for that.
For anyone curious, the fic is here. Go check it out if you enjoy Azulaang, or Azula-redemption fics in general! Perhaps it may convince someone to start shipping these two 👀
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stardust948 · 3 months
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In love with your version of good!Ozai, be it in any fanfic you wrote
I get so excited for him to interact with Zuko, The way you do the teo just works so well to me
Your recent au specially (ozai escapes the fire nation with zuko and ursa with azula) is something so far from canon!Ozai's element I can't wait to read about their journey 😭
It's interesting to imagine that, different from Iroh, Ozai has 0 allies outside the fire nation and no practical knowledge on the Earth Kingdom. If you do intend for that to happen, Ozai will be (sorta) as clueless as zuko in a lot of things. The big advantage is that I don't think ozai will let Zuko, The bad liar that he is, come up with their names on the spot, and that goes for any other lies they have to Tell to survive, where ozai will take immediate control before zuko can so much as open his mouth, which is another conflict on its own
That's what I've gathered so far from the 2 chapters anyway, not sure if it makes any sense
Good work!
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Thank you so much!
I love writing Good Ozai since he's so different from canon but still kind of the same. Like if canon Ozai made different choices.
Rivers in the Desert Ozai and Zuko will be heading to the Earth Kingdom soon and it will be every bit of uncomfortable for both of them. I'm aiming for a Kratos and Atreus relationship from God of War.
But seriously thank you :)
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mycapofjetko · 1 year
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Chapter 12 of Swear (not) By The Moon is slowly coming along! 
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balanceoflightanddark · 6 months
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Update on The Monsters We Create
...I'm going on hiatus. And you guys deserve an explanation for why.
Azula and the Spirit Temple has been released and it's been...controversial to say the least. Either you love it, or hate it. I fall into the latter category. The thing is, I rewatched the series in preparation for my fic and the combination of Azula's breakdown scene along with the comic made me remember why I harbored such a grudge against the creators and the series as a whole.
And I'm afraid it's gonna leak into my writing and cause things to devolve into a revenge fest. I'm...not a fan of revenge fics. I get why people write them for catharsis purposes, but I don't want things to spiral into that. It's why I'm taking a break to at least get my head back on straight or something. Cause the last thing I want to do is torture the characters for stuff they hadn't done.
I'm sorry if you were looking forward to the next chapter, but...I know you guys deserve an explanation. I'll get back to writing when I feel I'm up to it, but until then...I'm sorry. And thanks for your understanding.
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