AU where the first time Zuko fights Aang on the ship when the Avatar's escaping, Aang accidentally energy bends Zuko.
Zuko is no longer a Fire Bender.
Zuko is now an Air Bender.
Zuko is also Freaking The Fuck Out, and so is Aang.
"Change it back, change it back!"
"I don't know how! I don't know what I did!"
"Then learn! Fix this!"
Meanwhile, Iroh is internally screaming because yeah, this is a death sentence for his nephew.
Sokka and Katara are just. Hanging out. Staring at each other and then the crew.
Everyone's confused. The crew just...slowly edging away to get back to steering the ship and laze around and stuff.
Katara knows it's a weird Avatar thing Aang did.
Sokka has now formulated a conspiracy theory that Zuko was only pretending to bend Fire the entire time.
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look. im not saying hakoda is a bad father. he clearly loves his kids a lot and did the best he could in abject conditions. but “being a man is knowing where you’re needed the most” are pretty bold words coming from a man who left his children behind in an extremely precarious environment with no protection or way to defend themselves from the pretty regular raids that their people are subjected to. like, i get that he had to lead the swt into battle as their chief, and also why he wouldn’t wanna stay at the site of his wife’s murder, but none of the men were like “maybe some of us could stand to stay behind to defend our village, i don’t really think this prepubescent kid who lacks support and experience is actually qualified for that job.” and somehow hakoda also managed to phrase that choice to sokka in such a way that fostered a maelstrom of interwoven masculinity, identity, self-esteem, and existential issues that he will never be able to fully disentangle because he idolizes his father far too much to acknowledge that perhaps that time hakoda told him as a child that his manhood is staked to his obligation to die for his sister was actually pretty fucked up. so he’s not exactly father of the year either.
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It’s official, I’m getting over my childish hatred for Katara because I only hated her when she snapped at Sokka that one time about their mom. She was just a little girl and the only water bender in her tribe left, so yeah baby girl is deeply traumatized to say the least. Oh baby, I’m so deeply sorry, and if I went back in time I would’ve whooped my little self’s ass or something to click it in my head.
Like what the fuck was I thinking hating her? I’m so disappointed with myself on that ☹️
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After reading your snippets I usually have kinda weird but upmost entertaining dreams.
Today it was Sokka as a bookshop assistant, doing deliveries. Local Tea Guy was claiming his vision is not as good as it was, so he made his half blind nephew read to him. Half of Iroh's books are self help books, and it took Sokka like, two seconds to get the picture. It helped that during readings Azula kept making dry comments on everything and Iroh was doing miniature embroidery.
Sokka made reports of those readings and gave recommendations on which book fits best to Zuko's feral tone.
Thank you for your stories! I like them very much and you helped me a lot to don't shy away from including seemingly silly/just for fun details into my own art.
All the love <3
This is a whole one shot fic right here, thank you for gifting us with Screen Reader Zuko (Does Not Realize He's Being Tricked Into Being a Self-Help Encyclopedia) on this fine morning
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the gaang...as an indie rock band....? kataang, where aang's only way of confessing his feelings is by writing katara a love song....? 😏
💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥
i present to you, excerpts from my new one-shot: Well, My (Not-Yet) Boyfriend's In A Band
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Aang winced, shielding himself with his drumsticks as he walked into Sokka and Katara’s garage almost a full half-hour later than their agreed-upon rehearsal time, as if the two thin pieces of wood could protect him from the combined side-eye of his friends. Even Toph, who regularly rolled in ages after rehearsal had started with a tea in her hand from Uncle Iroh’s, was shooting him a glare, which is how Aang knew he’d really messed up. He ducked his head into the entranceway, silently cursing himself for being just a bit too tall for the garage doorway.
Katara shifted from her position against the opposing doorframe, where she had been judgmentally leaning as she echoed the look in Toph’s eyes. “Aang…”
He threw up his hands in preemptive defence, words tumbling one after the other from his mouth. “I know! I know, I know I’m late,” he tugged his high-top converse off awkwardly, stashing his skateboard in the usual crevice he leaned it against. “But I swear, it’s for a good reason.”
“It better be,” Toph scoffed. “I blew off homework to come here.”
“Toph, you wouldn't have done the homework either way.”
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“I can feel you glaring at me, Zuko.” Toph smirked, then turned back to Aang. “You’ve been rustling around in your pockets for a while now, you sure you’re not stalling for a good reason on why you were late?”
“It is a good reason. Look!” Aang finally managed to tug out the crumpled piece of paper from his cargo pocket, unfurling it for Toph to see.
Silence filled the room, and then, in a tone laced so much with sarcasm that it was hard to tell when the tone stopped and the sarcasm began, Toph said flatly. “Well, it sounds like a piece of paper, but I assume you’re referring to what’s on the paper. Way to taunt a blind girl, Aang.”
“I-I didn’t mean, I-” Aang stuttered awkwardly, his cheeks flushing an embarrassed shade of pink.
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“The only problem,” Aang added, “Is that the songs can’t be covers. We have to write something original. The idea of the music festival is to spotlight new young voices in indie rock.”
The others exchanged sidelong glances. “I’m sure that we can write something.” Sokka said with finality. “How hard can it be?”
Hours later, Sokka was sprawled on the couch, head stuffed between the dove grey cushions as he groaned at their utter lack of progress. Katara was perched on the arm of the couch, biting her lip as she tried to run through lyric ideas in her mind. Toph was (very un-subtly) preparing for a nap, curled up in the room’s vintage armchair, while Zuko paced with a hand on his chin, lost in thought.
Unsurprisingly, the five of them had discovered that writing original music does, in fact, require both skill and inspiration, something none of them felt they had at the moment.
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“What about a love song?” Zuko suggested.
“Ick, oogies!” Sokka yelped from his position next to the mini fridge as he pulled out a pair of sodas. He moved as though he was going to throw one to Toph, then thought better of it and just gently placed it next to her as he sat.
“You have a girlfriend, Sokka.” Zuko pointed out as Sokka settled next to him.
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“Aang, this is, this is great!”
“I like it.” Zuko nodded.
“Would someone please put text-to-speech on?”
“Let me read it out loud.” Sokka said, apologetically. “My bad, Toph."
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