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endlessdaydream · 2 months

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I get it, live actions aren’t for everybody and that’s totally fine. Not everyone’s gonna like it. But to shit on the stupidest things, or draw the dumbest conclusions??? Blocked. Y’all look dense as fuck. Views will be mixed as they always are, quit clogging up the tags with your negativity and find some chill 😂 The originals are still there to watch or read and enjoy…so go do that…it’s literally on the same app 👏🏻 I’m trying to be understanding I am, but some of y’all are so damn hung up you’re letting it completely destroy something you’d otherwise enjoy

Anyways!! Here’s some of the stuff I loved from the atla live action!

•cinematography, soundtrack, costumes - all on point

•getting to see the airbenders flourishing!!! Also the dude who played Gyatso?! Didn’t think I could love him more!! Even though it was painful as FUCKKKK getting to see the first invasion of the fire benders was an epic masterpiece

•speaking of, the first scene?? With the earthbender soldiers in the fire nation?? Iconic

•Omashu: unpop opinion I’m sure (bc y’all hate change but simultaneously hate when it’s carbon copy????????🤦🏼‍♀️) I loved how they incorporated like 3 or 4 episodes into one, and they flowed really well together. Jet is FOINEEE. Mechanist was perfect & his son is a freaking badass, amazing casting! Even though it was change, the secret tunnel scenes were still really freaking cool and the badgermoles were SICK AS FUCK. Also I love that Bumi was still cooky but not just randomly cooky? Like mans was run down from being king basically the entire war…which FAIR. And it made sense that he was peeved with Aang BECAUSE they were such good friends. Like the other avatars being mad at him? Yea that’s whatever. But for Bumi it was kinda personal. Also CABBAGE MAN WE MISSED YOU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Oh! And the way they mentioned other episodes like they were lore when Zuko was trying to find Aang? That was an amazing way to tie back to the OG series

•I love how they incorporated the blue spirit, Koh, the fog of lost souls & parts of the ep where sokka and Katara got sick & Aang had to get them frogs - just reimagined it. Oh also Hei Bai! Yea, I loved that whole episode. Koh & Hei Bai were SCARY as fuck, it was awesome!!

•HAHN MY BELOVED…I ADORE YOU! Favorite character that they added/changed. Katara getting the other women involved in the battle?! Tui & La? The oasis?! 😭😭 stunning!!!! I also LOVEDDDDD Aangs avatar spirit that he turned into, literally perfect! And I loved the change that he gave himself over to the spirits wrath..fucking SICK. Also right before aang turned into the spirit/whatever that’s called, I was praying they’d do the line and thEY DIDDDD!!!

•Fire lord Ozai?? 😳😚 nothing needed to be said - perfection

•Kyoshi?! The Kyoshi warriors?! SUKI?! - speechless

•I like that they’re making more of a point to show how smart Sokka is! Mechanist calling him an engineer…I hope they play more into that! Ik they did a bit in the show with the subs (cartoon), but still

•”~hE rAn~” seriously my favorite line, I was DYINGGGG!!! The scenes with Zuko and Iroh, Zuko before the war meeting, the leaves from the vine being in the background at the funeral….ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?! Zuko’s crew being the crew he SAVED?! And when they find out they all do the fire nation bows to their prINCE?! 😭😭😭😭

I’m being fair y’all - things I don’t love/hope they change:

•this one I’m 50/50 on - I don’t love that they tried to give Kuruk a reason for disappearing. They tried to pull shit from Korra to make him look meaningful & not useless as an avatar and it didn’t hit for me

•some of the wigs: obviously we won’t see Yue again, but I wanted her hair to be white. I didn’t love the wig but it wouldn’t have been as bad for me if it wasn’t so grey. Also do NOT love Azula, Tylee or Mai’s hair. Ik they look just like the show but whether that’s wigs or their actual hair (I’m clueless) it needs some serious improvement. Azula’s looks great down, I just don’t like how big the side pieces are that frame her face when it’s up.

•Katara, my love, I am PRAYING part of your development is also going to be her becoming more outspoken and badass, bc this season we saw the tiniest of glimpses of it, not a fan (unless it’s a part of her development…she did grow up in a tiny ass tribe so I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt)

• IK they’re going with a much more serious Aang, but pleaseeeee give us some actual moments of him being a kid. We saw that like twice 😭

•Dante is the PERFECT ZUKO, I will hear NO slander. However, I need him to be more of a dick. I’m hoping we’ll get that when he gets super desolate when they’re on the run & then we have Zuko alone & he has his inner battle. I need snarky dickhead Zuko, so you can truly see the big differences between what he’s fighting (himself vs. who his dad wants him to be)

Have fun kids!

In case I haven’t made it clear, idgaf if you disagree. I go so hard for these live actions because it’s fun! It’s just supposed to be fun and different and new. If you get so serious about it you’re ALWAYS going to be disappointed, there’s no way around it bc nothing is ever going to be as good as the original book, the original show, the original tale. OG atla is ALWAYS gonna be the winner, nothing will compare! So sit back ~relax~ and find some joy in the little things

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xinee0910 · 2 years

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This is pretty much my favorite scene in LIAB! So cute! A lot of authors always make the main characters "fall in love with each other very suddenly",so I really,really like how Sokka's thought process makes them more realistic characters!

LIAB is my favorite atla fanfiction! I love how you interact with the reader every time in the notes,and I love Zukka's gradual unobtrusive relationship development!

I remember when I first started reading this fiction last year,I stayed up for two days to read the latest chapter,and since then checking my monthly emails for updates on Risking It All has been the most exciting thing I've ever done! XD <333

Scenes from LIAB always come to my mind when I'm reading,but I have an exam in June that is almost the most important exam of my life to prepare for,I'm always sad that I don't have time to do what I want to do before the exam,there are so many images I want to draw >. <

Hugs to you across the network cable!<3

@ssreeder

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Inspired by the scenes in LIAB Chapter 19:

“Even thinking about it made his stomach do a cold flip that sent a funny feeling down to a part of him he had reserved for thoughts of Suki and Yue. Zuko… umm…Well,Zukowasn’t supposed to be there,because that was…weird. Sokka smiled when he thought about Suki and Yue sitting next to each other in that special place in his mind and how Zuko somehow found his way in there and was sitting down next to them. He would probably glare at them and Sokka was positiveSuki would try to fight him… which would upset Yue...”

AND

“Sokka thought about Yue and Suki… Yue’s big blue eyes and soft smile and Suki’s auburn hair and her fierce demeanor… and then he saw goldand his heart started to beat in his chest the way it did the night he held Zuko close and how every time he was alone with the boy it was as if the world vanished and it was just the two of them…. ”

Because it is a psychological activity so I kept their canon clothes ((even Sokka has not seen zuko this set of clothes ((this is bug ;(

The reflection of Blue Spirit in the teacup refers to the reason for Zuko's imprisonment…. The scene where Zuko can't remember his uncle's harmonic joke is meant to express that Sokka saw his softer side… Hope my expression is not that bad :x

#liab #zukka #sokka #zuko #alta

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wamakai · 5 months

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Zutara Week Day 2 & 3; Union & Solstice

@zutaraweek (also on fanfiction.net under label "Shades of Tenderness")

Seven long years had gone by since the gaang had been together properly.

Aang had gone on something of a long spiritual journey only stopping by here and there on his travels to catch up with some of his friends. He had grown a bead which he was very proud of. Sokka may have ribbed him once or twice about it, but he was trying to grow one of his own, so perhaps it was more jealousy than anything.

Toph had joined Aang on some of his travels and their bond had seemed to grow – almost evolving into something else. But Toph was not the touchy-feely sharing kind, so she didn’t give any details. If she felt the group should know, she would let them know. Aang, to his credit, seemed to share her feelings, but it must have been difficult to express knowing how Toph would react.

Sokka and Suki didn’t stop by the Fire Nation very often but they did keep in touch. They attended the annual World Summit involving the main leaders of all four nations. Sokka, as new chief of the Southern Water Tribe, was always in attendance. Suki balanced their youngest on her hip as she watched Sokka entertain their two other children with some story about a daring escape or something.

A lot had certainly changed for all of them.

“You seem far away,” said Zuko, settling down beside her and pressing a soft kiss to her temple thus drawing her back to the present.

She smiled up at her husband and then down at their child who beamed back. Long brown hair like hers cascaded down the child’s little shoulders. A few wisps had somehow come loose from her bun obscuring bright and curious amber eyes. She looked quizzically up at her mother who tucked her hair gently behind her ear.

Yen was a beautiful reminder of all they had come to share; all the heartache, sorrow, joy, laughter… she was the culmination of their destinies.

“I was just thinking about the past,” she replied in a wistful voice, “We’ve come a long way to get here, haven’t we?”

Zuko looked out across the banquet table and through the rest of the hall. The Solstice Feast had begun a few short years after Ozai’s defeat as a way to further strengthen the cultural ties of the four nations. Once every summer and winter solstice, everyone came together to celebrate their cultures and to appreciate those of their neighbours. While their friends had been busy travelling across the continents dealing with their own lives and new responsibilities, it was nice to see everyone together again, hale and hearty.

“We have indeed,” he responded and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Ew, get a room you two!” said Toph in a too loud voice. “Even I don’t want to see that.”

That cause a ripple of laughter across the table. The moment was lost, but the celebration wasn’t over. It was a day of celebration for one and all.

The last time everyone had been together, on this day of the Summer Solstice, Zuko and Katara had pledged their lives to one another in tandem with the celebration of the nations coming together. And here they all were, all that time later. It was truly a blessing.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

The feast was finally over. Ot had taken a lot out of the Fire Lord and his lady.

Even Yen was properly tuckered out and sleeping soundly in her cot in the nursery.

Having completed their preparations for the evening, Zuko and Katara sat side by side on their bed appreciating the silence and enjoying each other’s company.

“Seven years,” he said echoing her earlier thoughts.

“Of a lot of things,” she mused and turned to face him.

“Of many, many, many more to come,” he said punctuating each word with a kiss.

She laughed and framed his face with her hands. A soft smile played on her lips as she drew his face to hers and gently rubbed their noses together.

“I love you,” she whispered.

His reply was lost in their consequent kiss. But she knew what he felt. Because when he wasn’t saying it, he was showing it. And he was right. They had many, many more years of love and laughter ahead of them.

#zutaraweek #day 2 and 3 #union #solstice #atla #zutara #zutaraforever

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sailorshadzter · 5 months

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im late to the party & didnt get to do all the prompts

but i had to do this one. any excuse for me to rewrite this scene ill take lol

@zutaraweek / day7: forge

She isn’t certain how many times throughout the night she thinks this is madness.

But then his eyes meet hers and she’s set ablaze once more, burning passion that surges her forward, that keeps her pressing on. Through every encounter, through every moment, each one worse than the last. Until finally, after hours of travel, after a lifetime of waiting, she’s brought face-to-face with the man who killed her mother.

And even still, in the very end, she’s left unable to do anything at all. She wonders if that’s proof of her strength, or even her weakness. She knows Aang will be happy, perhaps even proud of her, and she can picture his gray eyes full of relief when he learns she did not take her revenge as she so desperately wanted. And truthfully, deep down beneath the surface of it all, she knows that would have been what her mother wanted as well. The last thing she’d have wanted was for her daughter to become a murderer just because of her.

So, she’s done the right thing, yet she’s feeling strangely empty as they return to the place where they’d left their friends behind.

Dawn is just barely breaking above the horizon when she slides down from Appa, who sinks into place on the shore for a well deserved rest. Katara makes a mental note to find him some apples to feed as her thanks for what he’s done for her over these last few days. Zuko turns her way when she pauses on the dock, but she waves him on, because she just needs some time to herself. And Zuko, somehow understanding her, nods, moving on towards the campsite, perhaps to carefully slip into his usual spot to sleep a few hours before their friends woke and found them returned.

Behind her, she’s unaware that Aang of course wakes at once, and she’s also unaware that Zuko keeps him from coming her way- again, somehow his understanding of her needs is far greater than Aang’s or perhaps even Sokka or Toph. For that, she would someday be thankful.

There on the dock, she sinks onto the edge, kicking her feet into the still blue water, unable to stare into her own reflection. She forces herself to think back through the memories of it all; her mother’s death, the pain of moving on… The anger, no, the hate she had felt for the man and the nation that had taken her from her. For her, the Fire Nation was nothing but evil, corrupt people with no regard for peace nor feeling. But then… Golden eyes appear in her mind and she looks up, surprised, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of the wayward prince. Somehow, Zuko had proven himself to be nothing like who she thought he was. Beyond what he’d done for her (not to mention saving her life more than once) he’d been fighting alongside them this whole time. And she supposes, it is easy to lose your way, to lose your faith… Hadn’t she just done the very same thing?

And who brought her back… Him.

The sound of approaching footsteps alerts her and she looks up and over her shoulder, unsurprised to see the very subject of her thoughts standing there. Almost as if her thoughts had summoned him, he stands there with a sheepish look on his face, cheeks tinted red as he runs a hand through his hair. “Katara… I…” He says quietly, watching as she rises up to her feet, closing the gap between them.

“You know…” She begins, shifting from one foot to the other, blue eyes rising up to meet gold. “I’m not ready to forgive that man for what he did, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to,” she admits, thinking of the old man he’d become, unlike the man she recalled from her memories. “But I think I am ready to forgive you.” She reaches for him then, embracing him in a way she’s never embraced anyone in her entire life. Though he startles at first, she feels his arms wind around her waist a moment later, drawing her in just a tiny bit closer. He’s warm, she notes, warmer than she expects him to be.

A moment later when she’s drawing away, she can’t help but to keep a hand to his arm, giving it a tender squeeze. In this moment, they both know one thing and one thing alone: something new has been forged from this embrace, from this encounter together. Something stronger than steel, something neither of them has ever experienced before.

It would be something everlasting.

#zutara #zutara week #zutara week 2023 #zuko x katara #my writing #i wrote this

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jessfandrawer · 1 year

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I just finished rewatching Avatar: the Last Airbender (again) and I had this idea that since there was a beach episode, the Gaang should also go on vacation to a ski resort. I want to make original drawings for this in the future, but I'm quite backed up on artwork plans. I was feeling disappointed by this and lo, I found this adorable winter Picrew to tide me over.

Sokka has his hair down because there wasn’t a good way to represent his wolf tail, and Maiko doesn't have the heart snowman because, c'mon they needed the top hat one to complete their emo vibe. And yes, I snuck Jinko in there because it's my (slightly) preferred Zuko ship.

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hella1975 · 1 year

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hella can u give me a visual description of some of ur ocs for toab i need to draw them

anon is facing the classic dilemma of taob readers since the dawn of time (august 2020) and for once im gonna actually do something about it so i present unto you, artists of tumblr dot com, an exhaustive rundown of taob oc descriptions:

kanut: i feel like kanut is one whose appearance is pretty solidified now. he has white hair that falls down to the base of his back that he typically pulls back into a half-knot, with a short white beard. go grandpa go. he's described as generally having a 'rough' 'sea-faring' apperance bc he's one of those people that really doesnt give a fuck about appearance especially when it has nothing to do with his healing, so while he wears the typical water tribe clothing, he'll usually have his sleeves rolled up or stains on his tunic etc. he has blue eyes and isn't very muscled because he stays out of all combat due to being the healer, but he's one of the taller tribesmen. he has those scars on his hands that cover his palms and knuckles and quite sharp features.

chena: COLOSSAL freak of a man. like i wanted him to be comically large seeing as i was working with a kids show universe where shit like that happens, so zuko literally just stands past this man's ELBOW. fucking giganotosaurus rex. he's incredibly broad and muscled as well as just tall, very thick-necked and beefy face. like it's v important to me that chena's muscle isn't the streamlined, airbrushed kind; he's a total beefcake. he's COVERED in scars like he has a specific slit in his eyebrow that needs to be mentioned bc ZUKO GAVE IT HIM but aside that honestly go ham with the scars. his eyes are grey but more of a blueish grey, and he has dark brown hair that he does quite detailed braids in to pull back out of his face and fall down his back.

tomkin: he's v skinny/lanky and trying very hard to look bigger than he is. he wears his dark brown hair in a warrior's wolf tail and effectively looks like an older, less-burdened-by-The-Horrors version of sokka. he does tend to style the braid part of his wolftail to come out of his hair a little though instead of lying flat bc he thinks it makes him look taller (it doesn't). his eyes are a very light blue.

nanook: he has shoulder-length hair that's a light brown colour but ive realised some people mean 'nearly blonde' when they say light brown whereas i just meant 'not nearly black' like a lot of the other warriors. he wears a bead on one of the front strands and it usually falls so that it's sitting by his jaw. nanook is the tallest of the tom nook & ko trio and he's pretty toned but more in a 'has actually grown into himself' kind of way than a 'seasoned warrior' kind of way. he has a round face and generally looks very steady and calm. he has a birthmark on his hand (between his thumb and forefinger) that looks like a wave and he wears ivory bracelets on each wrist.

aput: IDC WHAT YOU DO WITH APUT BUT KNOW HE'S HOT. HE IS THE FIT ONE OF THE SWT. HE'S THEIR CASANOVA. MAKE HIM ATTRACTIVE OR DIE BY MY BLADE. he has black hair that falls to around shoulder length and he doesnt usually style it in any way, and he's the second burliest in the group. he's got a much more lean muscle than chena and it makes him quicker, so fighting-wise those two are almost evenly matched (chena just wins out though. pure aggression will get you everywhere). aput has a sharp jaw and deep blue eyes

tulok: he's the smallest of the adults and has brown hair that falls to the middle of his back. he usually just braided it back or wore it in a style very similar to korra's with the blue ribbons, but since shuhon prison he's been wearing it in an earth kingdom braid. he's easily the most put together of the group bc he has a real thing for keeping clean and tidy, so his clothes are always pristine and his personal grooming is always up to date.

tovah: she's incredibly tall and lithe with sleek, black hair that falls to her hips that she wears in a PERFECT ponytail like not a HAIR out of place. she's all sharp angles and narrowed green eyes and she tends to wear earth kingdom uniform. her skin is tanned and she doesn't visibly carry any weapons on her unless she's undercover in the army and they're military-issued.

some references from beautiful fanart i have the absolute pleasure of being gifted! i wish i could put every bit of art ever made for my ocs here but im going mainly off whose showed up first when going through the tag and also any that i think just Really Captured how i personally see the character in my mind:

this portrait of kanut by @pyro-bee

atla-style tovah by @lordrei

tom nook (+ zuko) by @gloomybirdie

tovah elle woods supremacy by @herebutnotpresent

another pyro-bee kanut by @pyro-bee

tovah character sheet by @herebutnotpresent (this one is SUPER helpful)

and tons more under the 'taob art' tag if it helps!

#finally one place where all the characters descriptions are. it took me two and a half years #if u made art of taob before and had to do it the long way by trawling through the fic for any tiny description and are now screaming at me #then just know im very sorry..... hi gloomy.....#ask #taob asks #taob descriptions

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zukosasukelovebot · 8 months

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The worst part is remembering

Yeah I wrote another fic shut up

If you wanna read it on a03 it's here

If you wanna read it here it's under keep reading

Sokka fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt, wringing it over and over again.

It has been two weeks. Two weeks since he and Zuko broke up. They hadn't told their families yet, it was too painful to even speak about. It wasn't a good break up. Zuko was going abroad for a couple of years and asked Sokka to go with him.

Sokka refused. He had his studies, his life in Canada.

'I stayed here for you!' Zuko had yelled.

Sokka blinked. "What?"

"I wasn't meant to stay this long but I stayed because I fell in love with you."

Sokka felt himself get angry. "I never asked for you to stay for me. That was your choice!"

His heart hurt when he saw the visible flinch his boyfriend… ex? Did.

"Right. I know when I'm not wanted," he had said, after a long pointed moment.

"Lets break up."

Sokka let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. No matter how much he wished he could forget he ever loved or knew Zuko he knew he never would. It would be like erasing a huge chunk of himself so he could feel momentary relief. Life didn't work like this. He'd have to learn to get over it.

He countes to ten before opening his eyes again. He looked at the mirror, his reflection showing someone who was nervous but happy to see his family after months at college, months of expecting to bump into Zuko.

There was a loud knocking sound coming from the other side of the door.

Sokka jumped; forgetting where he even was.

"Come out! Some of us have to use the bathroom,you know!" Katara yelled.

Right. Of course.

He breathed in one more time and then opened the door, his face morphing into a smile.

"Sorry. I was making sure my hair looked good."

Her eyes scanned over Sokka and she hummed. "You look fine," was all she said before she quickly pushed past him and rushed in the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Sokka could do this. He could sooo do this.

With that false confidence in mind he left to wait in the sitting room for family members to arrive.

…

Dinner was going well so far, everyone chatting and enjoying their fompany when Sokkka's little cousin spoke.

"Hey Sokka?" She asked, causing everyone to glance at him.

He suddenly felt nervous but he pushed it down.

"Yeah ,Kaya?"

"Where is that angry boy you used to bring around?" She asked curiously.

Hadoka glanced at Sokka. "Come to think of it… I haven't seen Zuko in a couple of weeks. Is everything OK with you?" He asked,

Sokka felt like the world had tipped on his axis. Like his center of gravity shifted.

He frantically looked at the faces of his family who expected him to talk.

He opened his mouth but it felt like someone just plopped sandbags in his chest.

"Sokka?" Hadoka asked. "You don't look so good."

Sokka wished he knew what he looked like right in that moment.

The next thing he knew he was walking out of the room, his movement fast and purposeful.

He heard worried mummers but he ignored them. He rushed to his room where he shut and locked the door.

He slid down the closed door and quickly grabbed his phone.

Please.please.please.

Gold encased his vision. Gold eyes as bright as the sun looked back at him as he tried to get himself out of his panic attack.

Zuko would rub his back and tell him to count so that's what he did.

He felt tears pricking in his eyes before spilling in a hot stream on his face.

He missed Zuko. So fucking much. He kept pictures of him for times like this and it helped but then he REMEMBERED and it all came flooding back.

He sobbed, drawing his knees to his face so he could carry into his legs. His whole body shook as he cried. He felt so stupid crying over something he pushed. Something that he should have seen coming.

But the worst part of love is … is that he remembered all of it. The good, the bad, the times when Zuko would randomly ask to be spooned instead of being the big spoon. The way Zuko had a tendency for sweet food after Sokka showed him some dishes he enjoyed. The way you could visibly see him think of the right thing to say. The way… the way he loved. He remembered it all.

And it fucking hurt because he had to live in a universe where Zuko wasn't his anymore. He had to live with memories. With pictures.

One day he will forget Zuko's voice. He wasn't ready for that. He'd never be ready for that. One day he'll get over it.

But today…. Today wasn't the day.

He didn't realise he was doing it until it was too late after he pressed send.

'I don't want to live in a universe where I only know you by pictures. Please… I need you to come back. I can't imagine forgetting how you sounded at night sleeping next to me. Or how you laughed at my stupid jokes. Please… please come back.'

Sokka stared at it for a long time, not having the heart to delete and unsend it .

He had stopped violently sobbing now, small hiccups catching his breath as he slowly calmed down.

He nearly started crying again when he finally heard the DING sound.

'Do you mean that?'

Yes. Sokka meant what he had written.

'I'll see you soon. I booked a flight to Canada. Make sure the door is open for me when I come back.'

Sokka felt himself laughing at himself, a weird sound between a sob and a laugh.

Maybe… this wasn't the universe they were broken up. It was the one where they slowly learned to be with each other again. And Sokka much preferred that one Sokka fidgeted with the sleeves of his shirt, wringing it over and over again.

Sokka refused. He had his studies, his life in Canada.

'I stayed here for you!' Zuko had yelled.

Sokka blinked. "What?"

"I wasn't meant to stay this long but I stayed because I fell in love with you."

Sokka felt himself get angry. "I never asked for you to stay for me. That was your choice!"

His heart hurt when he saw the visible flinch his boyfriend… ex? Did.

"Right. I know when I'm not wanted," he had said, after a long pointed moment.

"Lets break up."

There was a loud knocking sound coming from the other side of the door.

Sokka jumped; forgetting where he even was.

"Come out! Some of us have to use the bathroom,you know!" Katara yelled.

Right. Of course.

He breathed in one more time and then opened the door, his face morphing into a smile.

"Sorry. I was making sure my hair looked good."

Her eyes scanned over Sokka and she hummed. "You look fine," was all she said before she quickly pushed past him and rushed in the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Sokka could do this. He could sooo do this.

With that false confidence in mind he left to wait in the sitting room for family members to arrive.

…

Dinner was going well so far, everyone chatting and enjoying their fompany when Sokkka's little cousin spoke.

"Hey Sokka?" She asked, causing everyone to glance at him.

He suddenly felt nervous but he pushed it down.

"Yeah ,Kaya?"

"Where is that angry boy you used to bring around?" She asked curiously.

Hadoka glanced at Sokka. "Come to think of it… I haven't seen Zuko in a couple of weeks. Is everything OK with you?" He asked,

Sokka felt like the world had tipped on his axis. Like his center of gravity shifted.

He frantically looked at the faces of his family who expected him to talk.

He opened his mouth but it felt like someone just plopped sandbags in his chest.

"Sokka?" Hadoka asked. "You don't look so good."

Sokka wished he knew what he looked like right in that moment.

The next thing he knew he was walking out of the room, his movement fast and purposeful.

He heard worried mummers but he ignored them. He rushed to his room where he shut and locked the door.

He slid down the closed door and quickly grabbed his phone.

Please.please.please.

Gold encased his vision. Gold eyes as bright as the sun looked back at him as he tried to get himself out of his panic attack.

Zuko would rub his back and tell him to count so that's what he did.

He felt tears pricking in his eyes before spilling in a hot stream on his face.

He missed Zuko. So fucking much. He kept pictures of him for times like this and it helped but then he REMEMBERED and it all came flooding back.

And it fucking hurt because he had to live in a universe where Zuko wasn't his anymore. He had to live with memories. With pictures.

One day he will forget Zuko's voice. He wasn't ready for that. He'd never be ready for that. One day he'll get over it.

But today…. Today wasn't the day.

He didn't realise he was doing it until it was too late after he pressed send.

Sokka stared at it for a long time, not having the heart to delete and unsend it .

He had stopped violently sobbing now, small hiccups catching his breath as he slowly calmed down.

He nearly started crying again when he finally heard the DING sound.

'Do you mean that?'

Yes. Sokka meant what he had written.

'I'll see you soon. I booked a flight to Canada. Make sure the door is open for me when I come back.'

Sokka felt himself laughing at himself, a weird sound between a sob and a laugh.

Maybe… this wasn't the universe they were broken up. It was the one where they slowly learned to be with each other again. And Sokka much preferred that one.

#zukka #sokka #zukka fanfic #zuko #sokka/zuko #zukkaau

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waywardavatarenthusiast · 6 months

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28 sokkla please

We’re back to doing these! I’ll try and get out the ones already in my inbox first.

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The winter festival is always one of the best days of Sokka’s year. He remembers the Fire festival some months ago and how Azula had dragged him through the crowd to see every attraction and eat every food. Sokka’s plans for the night aren’t spontaneous, Azula learns. She’d woken up to a scroll on her forehead detailing every activity they would engage in.

“Hear terrible news” wasn’t written on there, but terrible news overtakes everything Sokka has planned. He doesn’t really think it’s that terrible. A guard whispers into the stoic Fire Lord’s ear, whose good eye then widens. It’s Azula who had the unfortunate luck of standing in the doorway when Zuko says to the rest of them, “My father has died. Don’t tell Azula.” Zuko’s warning wouldn’t have been effective either way. Whatever village members are standing nearby make the news known, and the chants shouted that night make it obvious that extra celebration is going on. Sokka’s first instinct should have been to find Azula. That’s what he goes to do. But while moving through the crowds he sees his father raise a glass at him, joy in his eyes. He hears Katara’s laugh as Aang jokes about how he’s glad to not have finished the job. Sokka swears there is a thirteen year old boy tasked with protecting his home weaving through the crowd with him. Then he hears her crying. She’d gone all the way out to the abandoned Fire Nation ship. An invisible wall separates them as Sokka stands on the deck, too scared to say the wrong thing but also not willing to lie. The wall comes down when she looks up.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asks. They’re both too smart to find comfort in asking if she was okay.

Hiccuping, she says, “Just hold me, Please.” So he does. He wraps his arms around her and she draws her legs to her torso. He kisses her forehead and says everything nothing. He’s lost a parent before. Condolences only make the person giving them feel good. He’s still obligated to offer them.

“I’m sorry,” he finally whispers into her hair.

She feels five again. Cold, tired, and in her father’s arms while he tells her that he can’t predict the weather. Where he tells her that they will never practice in such conditions again. They both know he’s lying. But she isn’t five anymore. She sits up straight.

“We both know you aren’t,” she says. She’s wrong though. Sokka’s heart belongs to Azula, so it grieves what she grieves.

“I’m sorry you never had a father worth grieving.”

“Yet here I am.”

“Do you still want me to hold you?” She shakes her head.

“Let’s go to the festival.” She takes his hand. The wind whistles behind them as they walk. He knows he’ll have to hold her later that night.

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

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fandonnavyce · 3 months

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Crossover Danuary 5 - Owl House

Day 1 - Ben 10, Tucker's breaks out of Space Prison Day 2 - ATLA, Hey, do remember when Sokka got kidnapped to the Spirit World? Day 4 - Jason in Wonderland DpxDc & Alice in Wonderland References

“That’s an amazing sandcastle.”

Collector whirled round, stunned to find that someone had managed to sneak up on him. It was a white haired girl who felt as human as much felt of death and power.

“Do you wanna play hide and go seek with me? I bet we’d have so much fun!” Collector blurted out starry eyed.

Fortunately, the white haired girl didn’t look fazed at all at the sudden fervent invitation.

“Yeah sure, you’re it!” she grinned widely. “Don’t forget to count to 100!” Then she zipped away, soaring into the air, her legs now a ghostly tail trailing behind her. The Collector blinked before giggling. He closed his eyes and started counting.

Warning long post

“98, 99, 100! Ready or not, here I come!” The Collector opened his eyes. Of course the beach was empty when Collector gave a quick scan of the immediate area. Then he levitated into the air to get that sweet bird’s eye view. He couldn’t find anything in the Electromagnetic Spectrum for miles around. He switched over to heat vision and then x-ray. But still nada.

“Oh, she is good!” the Collector praised as he soared through the sky on his flying starboard.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I FOUND YOU!” “But now you gotta tag me” …

“No fair, the ocean is so cold!” “Oh you think this is cold? I’ll show you cold.” …

“I call hacks!” “What for?” “Animating your sandcastle into a walking castle is totally unfair.” “I don’t want to hear that after you froze the ocean. With ME INSIDE IT!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Listen, you can hear the ocean's roar inside,” frog crouching down next to a tide pool, Dani cupped a beautiful exotic conch shell to her ear. Hovering cross-legged beside her, Collector mimed turning a hand crank; amplifying the echoing sound so that he could hear it too.

“I’m gonna add this to my collection,” Dani declared whilst admiring the shell, it glimmered a fierce red and spooky silver.

“You have a Collection?” the Collector asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I‘ve got all kinds of cool rocks and souvenirs from all over the realms. Do you want to see it?”

“Yeah, totally, of course.”

“I mean it’s back at my place, but you can come over.”

“I can?” the Collector’s voice cracked.

“Obvsi,” Dani teased in a ‘duh’ voice, “we’re friends”

“AWESOME!” the Collector yelled giddily into the bright blue sky. This was the first time in his entire existence he had been invited over to a friend’s home. “Whatcha doin’?”

Dani was currently holding some kind of hand device. It looked really funny. It was slab with buttons and a screen.

“I’m calling for a portal pickup” Dani explained.

“With that?! But what is it?”

Dani blinked in surprise, “It’s a long distance communication device called a mobile phone.”

“What, like a crow phone?” Collector cocked his head in curiosity.

Dani squints, “Maybe?” she draws out, “what’s a crow phone?”

“It’s a long distance communication device but it’s shaped like crow”

Dani shrugs, “then probably”, she looks back at her phone. “Hmm a portal should appear any second now.”

Just as she said that, Collector felt his ears pop as reality suddenly burst, like a pin a helium balloon. Suddenly, a green swirly portal formed in front of him.

“That’s actually really cool,” Collector admits.

“Yeah c’mon,” Dani led the way through the portal.

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Collector eyes widened at the Palace of Death, Ice, and Celestial Beauty floating before him, imposing and haunting against a backdrop of abyssal Cosmic Space.

“You live here?! Are you a princess? Where’s your tiara?” Collector asked, rapid fire.

“I’m not wearing it, yes I am, yes I do.”

The Collector looked around, his head on a swivel. “This place is so cool!”

Dani looked over at the Collector’s star themed outfit, “Yeah I had feeling you might like it,” she smiled. She flew up to her bedroom’s window, up in her tower, with the Collector following behind her as they entered in.

Taking up one entire wall, were shelves of her collections and souvenirs from her travels across the realms and Dani gleefully showed it off.

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BANG!

The door to Dani’s bedroom slammed open and Dan was standing there in all his asshole glory. Dan looked down with all his stupid height at the two little kids in the room who looked back up at him.

Dani glared up at her brother’s intrusion. W̴̡̛͍͚̳͊͌H̶̦͑A̸͎̩͇͂̓T̷̞̻͖̜͑̾̉͝?̶͚̩̍̆͊!̸̳̱̐̓ ̷̞͙̀ (leave-get-out-get-out) (anger- confusion-disdain) she silently scowled in ghost-speak.

BANG!

Gone, Dan slammed the door behind him. There was a moment of confusion and surprise. Then heard hollered throughout the Palace,

“DANI HAS A BOY IN HER BEDROOM!!!”

Dani’s face was aghast. The Collector’s was bewildered. They could hear the building thunder of a stampeding herd of wildebeests.

BANG!

“Oh look, Dani brought her first friend over,” cooed Jazz.

Danny firmly denied the sight in front of him. “No! No! You’re too young to be bringing boys over!”

“Oooh who gets to do the shovel talk?” Dan cackled.

“Sam” “Sam” “Me” Tucker, Jazz, and Sam said together.

“What about me?! I’m the Ghost King! I’m her Father!”

“Yeah,” Tucker acknowledges, “but Sam’s the scariest.”

“Excuse you, I’m right here,” Dan protested.

Sam rolled her eyes, “Yeah but you’re not gonna bother.”

“... nah you’re right,” Dan shrugged.

“No wait, hang on, I can too be scary. I can be very scary.”

“Danny, you have multiple times needed either Sam or I to correct your order when you receive the wrong one,” Jazz pointed out.

“OK!” Danny blustered. “This and that are two different things!”

“Sorry bro, just take the L. You’ve been outvoted.” Tucker rested a commiserating hand on Danny’s morose shoulder.

“Anyway” Jazz cheered, “it’s very nice to meet you…”

“The Collector” the boy introduced himself feeling shy all of sudden.

“It’s very nice to meet you, the Collector. Nevermind the noise, you’ll always be welcome here.”

“I’m glad to be here,” Collector sheepishly replied.

“ALRIGHT,” Dani started yelling, “OUT, OUT”, she shouted as she pushed her family out of her bedroom. “I’m so sorry,” Dani apologised to the bemused-looking Collector, “my family is so embarrassing,”

“You better keep the door open!”

“DANNY!”

@crossoverdanuary

#crossover danuary 2024 #the owl house #Team Phantom #Dani phantom #the collector

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marriedzukka · 2 years

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hello. i know it's been a while but here's another little snippet for retgmt chapter 15 😌💕

He’s on the verge of tipping over into sleep when the mattress dips next to him.

“Already?” he drowsily asks as Zuko gets up to get dressed.

“Sorry, thought you were asleep.”

“I was just…resting my eyes.”

“A-huh.” Zuko tugs on some sweatpants, leaving them low around his hips. He picks up his tank off of the floor, a little tuft of hair falling across his eyes when he grins up at Sokka. “That’s what you always say.”

It’s either the leftover gooey thoughts from their totally necessary "break" making Sokka delirious, or the fact that his partner continues to be the hottest person he’s ever seen, but suddenly the idea of leaving this room to do anything else seems like a miscalculation.

He gets a jolt of excitement when Zuko saunters towards the bed and leans over him, both hands at his sides to bracket him in. “You can sleep if you want," Zuko says. "I'm gonna go pack some more things.”

Sokka draws a teasing finger down his chest. “Sure you don’t want to stay? I’ll make it worth your while. Again.”

“Your body wants to rest. So let it.”

“It kind of wants to do other things, too."

“Later,” he promises, and from the way his heart plays a presto beat under Sokka’s palm, it’s clear that he intends to keep it.

It really seems like he’s considering it, the way his eyes dance over Sokka’s face and rake down his middle, leaving a line of heat in their wake. But when Sokka fails to hold back a yawn, the deal is sealed.

As consolation, Zuko kisses him, slow and deep until his heart flutters in his chest and every last thought melts away. Zuko pulls back first, resting their foreheads together to take a breath.

Sokka can work with that. “Don’t let me sleep too long.”

“I can set an alarm.”

“You sure you’ll be fine?”

“Positive. But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll keep track of your stupid inventory list for you.”

He sinks back into the pillow with a dreamy sigh. “You’re so sexy when you talk about organization.”

Zuko smiles— a little amused and entirely fond as he runs a hand through Sokka's hair, leaving Sokka no choice but to just melt into it. It's not lost on him how lucky he is to be chosen like this, to be on the receiving end of so much love and care. It's not always easy to let himself have it either, but it makes Zuko happy to make him happy, and these days, that's more than enough.

He only realizes he's just been lovingly staring when Zuko laughs at him. “What?”

“Nothing, just—" He swallows down the sudden shyness clawing at his throat. “I really am…excited. To live with you. For real.”

The look in Zuko’s eyes is so delicate, so moved, that he doesn’t even need to say anything at all. But still, he smiles softly and presses a kiss to Sokka's hairline. “Me too, Sweetheart. Get some rest, okay?”

“Fine. But I’m gonna watch you walk away first.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

With some extra pouting, Sokka manages to get one more kiss— or two— before he lets Zuko go. He spreads out over the sheets to indulge himself, mirroring the smile thrown over Zuko’s shoulder before the door shuts behind him.

Without a care in the world, Sokka lets his eyes close and easily drifts into sleep, satisfied and safe and so, so in love.

#i knowwwwwwwww it's taking forever and im sorry but there's a lot going on in this one lmao bear with me #in the meantime have a couple of sappy stupid dudes in love<3 #retgmt #wip

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isabelguerra · 11 months

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I don’t really care about shipping THAT much but honestly a lot depends on what about a pairing makes you like it. what about it draws you in, what doesnt, and why you want to change that thing. what it would become if you changed that thing, what changing that thing would do to it.

I saw a post about zukka the other day where OP was groaning about how many ppl make zuko into a babygirl for his long hair while acting like sokka is this hypermasculine hunter type, despite so much of his character deals with themes of inadequacy and wanting to make people around you proud/ take you seriously. also him liking shopping and arts&crafts and into theatre and writing poetry. OP said something like ‘it becomes about the viewers desire to fit a character to their own tastes, without considering who the character actually is’ which is such an eloquent way of putting it!

so when it comes to messing around with identities via ships its like… playing with gender and shit is fun! its good to explore and mess around and try things. if your outlet is through your favorite characters, hey, go nuts. but I think its really important to look at the way we feel and consider why we feel that way.

literally whenever i sit down to write something i go ‘okay. is this for me to be self indulgent and ooc. or is this to be faithful to the characters as they exist as narrative tools’ basically am i writing for Me or am i writing for Them. and i do both! but it just comes down to that I dont like taking characters out of the context of their stories too much. im a firm believer of ‘liking something because of something, not despite it’, so when it comes to m/f ships its like. okay well why am I drawn to this over a gay ship. do I think ‘damn i wish this was gay’ or is the fact that its mf add a little flavor. for me its all about the flavor

#THIS ISNT DIRECTED AT THAT ANON their ask spurred my thinking on the subject more but they didn’t say or do anything wrong #i think a lot of ppl who follow me/are into pnat rn are younger so if ur having fun theres nothing wrong with that #and you arent bad for exploring. have fun make ur favs trans stick parts of yourself in them. these are just things to start thinking about #anyway re: that last paragraph i *have* written SO many ‘for me’ snippets like im not on a high horse here #but i do keep those to myself. there are the ‘heehee i will never let these see the light of day [mentions it sometimes]’ stories #that are like bursting with desire for Some kind of outlet even if i dont want an audience necessarily #and then there are ones that the entire Point is that nobody sees them but me. i can do whatever i want because its For Me. itll never see #the light if day because i have zero desire for it to be considered or known of by anyone outside my brain #my point here is if ur just having fun to have fun then have fun #but with my indulgent stuff i dont even try to pass it off as the characters in any way other than name and general appearance #like those are functionally ocs at that point. im just using them as puppets to tell a story i want to tell #whereas with stuff i show publically or keep privately but think about more #i am VERY ‘he would NOT fucking say that’#because im focusing on the CHARACTERS!!!!!!! MY FOCUS IS THE CHARACTERS!!!!!!! THEMSELVES!!!!! NOT WHAT I WANT THEM TO BE!!! WHO THEY ARE #im still typing its like 3am i gotta sleep. bye heart emoji

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justsomewritingblog · 2 years

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Avatar:TLA (Part 8)

Request: None

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Summary: The Deserter

Warnings: Injury

A/N: It’s another oofer!

Word Count: 4K+ (Help. There’s twelve pages.)

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“This should give us a good idea of what’s around here.” Katara mused, walking up to a sign. It had several papers pinned to the front.

“See if you can find a menu. I’m starving.” Sokka urged.

“I bet we’ll find something to eat, here.” Aang said, pointing to a poster. “The fire-day’s festival. Firenation cultural exhibits. Jugglers. Benders, magicians. This would be a great place to study some real firebenders.”

“When you’re not being attacked by them.” You remarked, arms crossed.

“You might want to listen to Y/n. Look at this.” Sokka said. You all walked to the other side of the sign, seeing what Sokka was looking at.

“Hey! A poster of me!” Aang exclaimed.

“A wanted poster.” Sokka clarified. “This is bad.” Aang took the poster off and examined it.

“There’s the Blue Spirit.” You observed, pointing to the poster. “I don’t know who these two are, though.” You said, pointing to the other two.

“I think we’d better keep moving.” Katara said after a moment.

“I have to learn firebending at some point. And this could be my only chance to watch masters up close.” Aang told her.

“Aren’t you supposed to learn them in an order? Or something?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just trying to watch. To observe to learn on my own, later.” Aang said.

“In the middle of firenation territory?” You argued. “Aang, what if someone recognizes you?”

“They won’t!”

“Aang, do you know how much money you’re worth!?”

“A lot?”

“Yes, Aang. A lot. Imagine how much the Firelord would pay for your capture.” You told him.

“I’ll be careful!” He insisted.

“I guess we could go check it out.” Katara mused quietly.

“Did you not hear what I just said? Guys, this is suicide.” You remarked.

“I can’t believe you two. You want to walk into a firenation town, when they’re all fired up with their….ya know…fire?” Sokka said.

“We’ll wear disguises.” Katara decided. “And if it looks like trouble, we’ll leave.” She said, beginning to walk away, Aang following.

“Yeah. Because we always leave before we get into trouble.” Sokka muttered, sarcasm radiating off of him. You nodded in agreement.

“It happens the same way every time.” You muttered, turning to follow Aang and Katara, Sokka behind you. You followed them to the edge of a cliff, where they saw a town.

“You guys stay here while we go to the festival.” Aang ordered. Momo flew into a bush, while Appa ‘hid’ pathetically behind it.

“Aww! He’s so cute!” You whisper-yelled in your ‘baby’ voice, petting his fur.

“Ready disguises.” Aang ordered. You watched Sokka and Katara pull hoods over their heads, they were wearing capes, and Aang pulled his shirt partly over his head, barely covering his tattoos. You face-palmed.

“It’s like you’re a whole different person.” Sokka remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. Katara chuckled.

“Let’s go!” Aang exclaimed. You rolled your eyes, letting your hair out of its watertribe style, allowing it to flow down your back. You also put on dark clothes, covering up the blue, and followed your friends into doom.

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By the time you got there, it was dark. In the center of town they had a fire sculpture atop a pillar, with strings tied to it. On the strings rested several lanterns, illuminating the town. There were also pillars with real fire on them, helping to brighten the otherwise dimly lit place. Fireworks were set off, drawing your attention to the sky.

“I think we need some new disguises.” Katara mused. You ripped your eyes away from the fireworks and looked around you, seeing everyone wearing masks.

“Where are we gonna get masks like that?” Sokka questioned.

“Get your genuine fire-festival masks here!” A voice spoke. Sokka looked shocked, while Aang and Katara looked happy, running over to the stand. You looked at Sokka and patted his shoulder before joining the younger two.

“That was surprisingly easy.” He muttered. You all bought masks, rather silly looking ones at that, as Sokka wore a happy one, and Aang wore a frowning one. Katara took the two and switched them, better matching their expressions. You followed Aang into the middle of the square where he pointed.

“Hey, there’s some food.” He announced.

“Finally.” Sokka muttered, running up to the cart. “What do you have?” He asked the man. You walked up, curious as well.

“Flaming Fire Flakes.” The man answered, showing Sokka a small pouch of orange pieces. I should also mention that they were steaming. “Best in town.” He assured.

“I’ll take ‘em.” Sokka said, grabbing the bag and stuffing some in his mouth. He then made a face and you could see smoke coming out of his ears. He pulled his mask up and began brushing off his tongue whilst yelling about how hot they were.

“Flaming Fire Flakes.” Katara repeated, crossing her arms. “Hot. What do you know?” She defined tauntingly, and you could imagine the look she was giving her brother. You looked at the bag and popped some in your mouth, ignoring Sokka’s warnings. They were indeed, quite spicy, but you found that you rather quite liked them. You paid the man for another bag and walked off with it, Sokka staring dumbly at your back.

You walked over to a puppet show, your friends following. The Firelord was being shone, and he ‘spoke’.

“Don’t worry, loyal citizens! No one can surprise the Firelord!”

Next to him, a puppet earthbender appeared, holding a large rock in his hand. The children watching told the Firelord to “watch out,” and “look behind him.” Suddenly, the Firelord doll turned, and breathed fire at the earthbender, turning it to ash. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped behind your mask, while the children yelled in victory. You turned to see your friend’s reactions, but you noticed they were already walking away.

“Aang, hold on!” Katara yelled, just as you caught up with her and Sokka. “Where are we going?”

“I don’t know. But there’s a big crowd, so it must be good.” He reasoned.

“Knowing the firenation, it’s probably an execution.” Sokka mused. You subconsciously held a hand to your neck in worry as you followed them deeper into the crowd. A man was atop a stage, firebending. He was juggling three balls of fire, and shot them all into the air. They exploded, and doves flew out of the flames. Aang had his mask lifted, watching.

“I gotta learn that trick!” He decided. You glared at him and brought his mask back down over his face.

“Firebending isn’t for shows, Aang. Especially not for you. Not yet.” You advised.

“Thank you! For my next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience!” The man shouted. Aang raised his hand. You looked at him like he was crazy, though he couldn’t see, with your mask on and everything.

“Me! Me!” Aang volunteered.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sokka hissed at him.

“I want to get a closer look.” The Avatar answered.

“We’re in the front row. Why do you need a closer look?” You argued.

“It’s better if we don’t attract any attention to ourselves.” Katara warned quietly.

“How about you, little lady?” The man asked, pointing at Katara.

“Uh.” She shook her head and backed away.

“Aw, she’s shy. Let’s give her some encouragement, folks!” He shouted. Everyone began cheering and clapping, save for you, Sokka, and Aang. A young boy shoved her forward, and she got grabbed by the man and pulled on stage. You internally face-palmed.

“Aww. That could have been me.” Aang complained, crossing his arms. You glared at him, forgetting you still wore your mask.

“This next trick is called…..Taming the Dragon!” The man yelled, pulling up a chair. “You will be my captured princess.” He informed Katara, having her sit in the seat. He pulled out a red ribbon and tied her to it. You bit your lip, anxious. The man pulled some fire from the pillars and formed them into a dragon, using his bending to move it around.

“Don’t worry, young maiden!” He shouted at Katara, though it was clearly an act. He moved the fire-dragon around in circles. “I will tame this fiery beast!” He joined fire with it, making it look like a rope as he pulled it around. “It’s too strong! I can’t hold it!” He shouted. The smile on his face told you he had it under control; though it is the firenation, so you weren’t certain.

“We gotta help her!” Aang whisper-yelled.

“No! We don’t wanna make a scene!” Sokka told him, holding him in place.

“The rope! It’s breaking!” The man said.

“Aang, it’s part of the act.” You whispered, hoping he’d understand. The fire-rope dissipated and the man bended the dragon towards Katara. She let out a small yell and Aang jumped in front of her, using airbending to destroy the dragon. Your mouth dropped open in shock, worry, and annoyance as confetti flew in out of nowhere.

“Hey, you trying to upstage me, kid?” The man whispered, now laying on the ground. Aang’s mask had flown off, and you could see his tattoos, though no one seemed to care right away. Boo’s where heard and Aang danced stupidly, while you and Sokka hopped up, untying Katara.

Then, just the thing you didn’t want to hear was said.

“Hey! That kid’s the Avatar!” A man in the audience shouted. Aang ceased his dancing, frozen in fear.

“I think it’s time to go.” Sokka noted, upon seeing firenation soldiers make their way over.

“Follow me! I can get you out of here!” An unknown voice spoke. You all turned and saw a man dressed in dark colors, and he wore a hood and a bandanna around his mouth, revealing only his eyes. You all pondered the offer.

“There they are!” A guard shouted climbing on the stage, others following in pursuit. You all panicked and followed the man into a dark alley, ripping off your masks and throwing them on the ground, seeing as they were no longer useful. The man threw a bomb behind you, putting smoke between you and the firenation soldiers.

You ran through the middle of the town, dodging people and carts.

“Over there!” A voice yelled as you ducked into another alley, another troop of guards on your tail.

“I’m calling Appa!” Aang announced. He pulled the bison-shaped silent whistle out from his jacket and blew into it.

“I hope he can really hear that bison whistle!!” Sokka shouted, panting slightly behind him.

“This way!” The man instructed, leading you down another alleyway. “Okay. Not this way.” He said, stopping upon seeing the rout cut off by armed soldiers. He threw another smoke bomb before leading everyone down another path. Aang, Sokka and Katara came to a sudden stop, you smashing into the back of them. You all toppled over, and you looked up, seeing the trouble. A large cart full of fireworks blocked the path.

You all turned around and saw soldiers closing in on you.

“Appa! Down here!” Aang shouted. You turned, and indeed, Appa flew over, landing between you and the already fleeing guards, slamming his tail on the ground, sending them flying. You ran up to the large creature and kissed him on the forehead.

“What a good boy!” You praised. He licked you and you smiled, joining your friends in the saddle, the man in it as well.

“Yip yip!” Aang instructed. Appa flew into the air, leaving the premises.

The man threw a bomb into the container of fireworks, igniting them.

“Nice touch: setting off the fireworks.” Aang praised, once they were out of reach.

“You seem to really know your explosives.” Sokka added.

“I’m….familiar.” The man said, though somewhat hesitant.

“You’re a firenation soldier!” Sokka revealed.

“Was.” He clarified. “My name’s Chey.” There was silence for a moment before you spoke up.

“’It’d be fine,’ he said. ‘I want to get a closer look,’ he said.” You muttered, turning to Aang. “What did Sokka and I say!?”

“That….we should definitely go down and check?” Aang offered sheepishly. You scowled.

“How about, next time, listen to the big kids.”

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It was dark, and the gaang had set up camp in a forest. There was a fire going, illuminating everyone’s faces. You all sat in such a tight circle, you were squeezed between Sokka and Aang.

“I serve a man.” Chey started. “More than a man, really. He’s a myth.” He clarified. You were listening, though you didn’t take your eyes off the fire, giving the false impression you had little interest in what he had to say. “But he’s real. A living legend: Jeong Jeong the deserter. He was a firenation general….oh, wait. Was he an admiral?” He asked himself, scratching his head.

“He was very highly ranked, we get it.” Sokka told Chey, urging him to continue.

“Yeah! Way up there!” Chey responded, surprising Sokka, the stick falling out of his grasp. “But he couldn’t take the madness anymore. He’s the first person ever to leave the army and live. I’m the second, but you don’t get to be a legend for that.”

The corner of your mouth lifted a little into a slight smirk.

“That’s okay, though. Jeong Jeong’s a firebending genius! Some say he’s mad….but he’s not. He’s enlightened. You shared a skeptical look with Sokka.

“You mean there’s a firebender out here that’s not with the Firelord?” Aang asked, excited. It was written all over his face. “We’ve got to go see him! He can train me!” He announced, standing abruptly.

“We’re not going to go find some crazy firebender.” Sokka told him.

“He’s not crazy. He’s a genius.” Chey retorted. “And he’s the perfect person to train the Avatar. That’s why I followed you into the festival.”

“Look, thanks for the help, but we’re leaving for the North Pole in the morning.” Sokka said, standing as well, you copying the action.

“Aren’t you supposed to learn the elements in a certain order, anyway?” You added.

“This could be my only chance to meet a firebending master who would actually be willing to teach me.” Aang said sadly. Emotional manipulation, you thought.

“Aang, you’ll find a way. After you learn water and earth. I’m sure the universe or whatever will make it possible.”

“It can’t hurt just to talk to him.” Katara said, standing.

“That’s what you said about going to the festival!” Sokka exclaimed. “Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me!?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, your eyebrows slightly downcast.

“Us.” He corrected. “Why don’t you listen to us?” Receiving no answer, he turned away, only to be met with the point of a spear. You stepped in front of him, ready to defend, but you were quickly surrounded and outnumbered.

“Don’t. Move.” One of them instructed.

They led you down a thin path in the dark woods, your only light the moon and fireflies.

“Jeong Jeong told you not to look for Avatar.” The man told Chey.

“Hold on, you know these guys?” Sokka questioned.

“Oh, yeah. Lin Ye’s an old buddy.” Chey answered. You cocked an eyebrow, not convinced. “Right Lin Ye?”

“Shut up. Keep moving.” Lin Ye answered, sticking his spear in Chey’s back. You continued walking down the narrow path, until you came upon a small hut on a river.

“Go on. He sees you, only.” Lin Ye informed, shoving Chey forward.

“Oh, that’s okay. We can chat later.”

“Is that where Jeong Jeong is? I need to talk to him right away.” Aang said, stepping forward, only to be cut off by Lin Ye’s spear.

“No. You wait there.” He told Aang. “Go.” He said, shoving Chey forward.

“Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” He announced, walking toward the hut. You heard him muttering to himself, so you listened. “He’s a great man, he’s a great man.”

Your eyebrows pinched together in concern. “It doesn’t seem that even Chey is fully convinced of Jeong Jeong’s wisdom and kindness.” You muttered to yourself.

“What was that?” Sokka asked. You turned to him.

“I’m uneasy. Something seems….” You paused, searching for the correct word. “Off.” You finished. Sokka nodded.

“I know what you mean.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence until Lin Ye shoved you both in a tent, causing you to fall atop each other. You groaned, Sokka following in pursuit as he rolled off of you onto his back.

“They aren’t very hospitable.” He remarked. You chuckled.

“Try to get some sleep.” You advised through a smile.

~~~~~~~~~

It was still dark when Chey entered the tent. Aang sat bolt upright, Momo being launched off his chest.

“What happened? Can I see Jeong Jeong now?” The young boy asked.

“He won’t see you. He’s very angry that I brought you here.”

“I wonder why.” You mumbled.

“He wants you to leave immediately.” Chey continued, not hearing your remark.

“Finally.” Sokka said, getting up as well. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Why won’t he see me?” Aang asked, still confused.

“Aang, has it ever occurred to you that people have reasons that they don’t always share?” You asked, voice laced with sleep.

“He says he’s not ready. He hasn’t mastered waterbending and earthbending yet.” Chey clarified. You sat bolt upright, too, now wide awake.

“I told you.”

“Wait. How does he know that?” Aang asked Chey, slightly alarmed.

“He saw the way you walked into camp. He can tell.”

“I’m going in anyway.” Aang determined, standing and walking away. You groaned and stuffed your face back into your pillow.

“His funeral.” You muttered.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was the next morning and apparently Jeong Jeong agreed to teach Aang firebending. You thought they were both out of their minds, but whatever. Katara was close by, practicing her waterbending. Sokka was sitting on a rock, fishing, while you pondered if you should practice your bending as well.

You didn’t get to learn waterbending at the North Pole, only healing, so you figured if you were going to practice, now was as good a time as any. You steadied your breathing and readied your stance. Pulling at the water, you formed a bubble above your head, ready to practice something you’ve been wanting to try for a while.

You concentrated on the water, and the flowing movement becoming stiff. You shot the water down around your feet, now icicles. You smiled at the result and brought another bubble over your head, ready to go again.

“Wow! Can you teach me that!?” A voice asked. Your concentration shattered, bringing the bubble down on your head with a splash. You frowned. You turned to Katara, the owner of the voice who was currently grinning from ear to ear, and sighed.

“I-I uh. I don’t know. I’m kinda self-taught.” You answered honestly.

“That’s okay. Just teach me what you do to get there.” She replied. You quirked an eyebrow, skeptical.

“I just bring the bubble over my head,” you started, showing her, “then I think of the flowing water becoming still, and-” You cut yourself off, throwing the icicles into the ground in the same manner as before. Katara’s grin somehow only grew.

“Let me try.” She said, forming a bubble as you’d said. She shot it down at the ground, the water breaking off into sections, but not ice. “Phooey.”

“Close. Really concentrate on the water becoming firm. Imagine sharpness, like a needle, or a spear.” You advised. She blew a breath of air out of her mouth and closed her eyes, forming another bubble. Her eyes shut tight and you moved back a few spaces, just to be careful. She shot the water down and peeked her right eye open, before opening both wide and grinning.

“I did it!” She declared, looking back at the ice around her. You smiled.

“Good job.” You complimented. She clasped her hands together, turning to you.

“Anything else?” She asked, her eyes twinkling.

“Uh.” You scratched the back of your head. “You see-” She cut you off.

“You’re right. I should practice this some more.” She determined, going back to her work. Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion, turning to her brother. A smirk played at your lips, as your eyes held a mischievous glint in them. One that would worry anybody. You formed a ball of ice around the fishing pole string, but used your bending to keep it underwater, so it wouldn’t bob to the surface and give it away. Sokka’s face lit up upon feeling the weight, and you almost felt bad for tricking him. Almost.

“I got one! I can’t believe-” He cut himself off as he reeled it in, seeing the ball of ice at the end of it. He frowned at it. “Very funny.” He muttered. You grinned and stepped forward, kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You told him.

“No you’re not.” He muttered, a slightly pink dusting on his cheeks. His shoulders slumped as he cast the line back out. You bit back a laugh and ruffled his hair.

“Come on, let’s go find something to eat.” You said. He sighed and set down his fishing pole, following you into the woods.

You had been in there collecting nuts and fruit, when you heard a yell. You and Sokka shared looks and rushed out of the darkening forest, dropping your collected items.

“Katara! I’m so sorry!” You heard Aang shout.

“Katara, what’s wrong!?” Sokka asked, running over and resting his hand on her hers. He glared up at Aang. “What did you do?!”

“It-it was an accident! It was-Katara, I’m so-” Aang started apologizing again, when Sokka lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and pinning his arms next to his head.

“I told you, we shouldn’t mess around with this!” He yelled. “Look what you did! You burned my sister!”

You stared, shocked. You had never seen this side of Sokka, and to be honest…….it terrified you. Your eyes drifted towards Katara and you ran over, crouching next to her.

“Katara, get up.” You urged. She continued to cry, standing slowly. You pulled her up and led her away to the water. “Put your hands in.” You instructed. She did, hesitantly. Just as you were about to stick your own hands in the water to heal her, hers started glowing. She furrowed her eyebrows and pulled them out, studying them with a confused expression. The red splotches were gone, and she was alright. “You have healing abilities.” You told her. She looked up at you.

“What?”

“Healing abilities. Using waterbending, you can heal most wounds….even some fatal ones.” You informed, a dark look in your eyes. “The great benders of the watertribe sometimes have this ability.” You informed.

“Do you have it?”

“Yes.” You answered shortly. Jeong Jeong then walked over, having heard the conversation.

“I’ve always wished I were blessed like you two. Free from this burning curse.” He said. It became quiet. You looked at Katara, a look of concern for the man on your face. She seemed to get the hint.

“But you’re a great master.” She told him, trying to lift his spirits. “You have powers we’ll never know.”

“Water brings healing and life.”

“Not always.” You mumbled, more to yourself than him, remembering Jet.

“But fire brings only destruction and pain.”

“And beauty.” You added.

“It forces those of us burdened with its care to walk an edge of humanity and savagery. Eventually, we’re torn apart.” He said. You frowned. Maybe he was right. As beautiful as fire was, it was also quite deadly and hard to control. All of the sudden, two fire blasts shot into the water before you, then one at you, Katara, and Jeong Jeong, who stood and blocked it. Three firenation ships were drifting down the river.

“Go get your friends and flee!” Jeong Jeong instructed. Katara hurriedly stood and quickly ran off, while you were slightly more hesitant. “Do not come back here, or you will all be destroyed!” He looked to you. “Hurry!”

You ran off, following Katara, slightly hesitant. You searched for the boys, eyes going this way and that. You saw a flash of blue next to Appa’s fur and ran over, Katara must have seen it too, because she was already there.

“Katara! Are you alright?” Sokka asked her.

“I’m fine.” She spoke calmly. “We’ve got to get out of here.” She informed, voice even. “Where’s Aang?”

Sokka jerked a thumb backward at the hut. Katara ran down the hill while you stood next to Sokka and watched. The taller male turned to you. “Did I miss something?”

“Katara has healing abilities, and we’re under attack.” You explained quickly. Sokka blinked at you. Your posture became slightly rigid. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing. Just wondering why you’re so calm if we’re UNDER ATTACK!”

You cringed at the volume. “Calm down, Sokka. We’re leaving as soon as-” You cut yourself off, seeing Aang run in the direction you and Katara had just fled from. “Oh, no.” You muttered, beginning to chase after him. “Why does he always do this?” You asked yourself. You almost ran out from behind a tree until you noticed Aang was dodging fire left and right. Zhao was fuming, continuing to shoot at the Avatar, but in the process, burning his own ships.

Aang was taunting him, and wouldn’t let up.

“You’ve lost this battle.” He told the Admiral.

“Are you crazy?! You haven’t thrown a single blow!”

“No. But you have.” Aang replied, gesturing at the burning ships. Zhao looked around, wide-eyed. “Jeong Jeong said you had no restraint.” Aang finished, leaping off the burning boat and into the water.

Zhao let out a yell of frustration, making the fire burn brighter and hotter.

“Have a nice walk home!” Aang shouted at him. You ran out from behind the tree, Appa landing next to you.

“Aang, come on! Let’s go!” Sokka called out. You climbed into the saddle, next to Katara and Sokka. Aang jumped up on Appa’s head, and the bison rose into the air.

“Where’s Jeong Jeong?” Aang asked.

“He disappeared. They all did.” Sokka answered, looking down at the ground below. You, Katara and Aang followed his lead and noticed that it was quiet. Everyone was, in fact, gone. As if they weren’t there in the first place.

You flew through the air for a while before Katara spoke.

“Aang, you’re burned.” She said. Aang looked down at his arm. “Let me help you.” She pulled water out of her canteen, and rested it on his arm, healing the burn. You sighed softly and leaned back, against the supplies, your head facing upwards.

“Wow. That’s good water.” Aang mused.

“When did you learn how to do that?” Sokka asked. “I mean, I’ve seen Y/n do it, but when did you learn?” You smiled slightly.

Katara shrugged. “I guess I always knew.”

“Oh. Well, then, thanks for all of the first aid over the years.” Sokka spoke sarcastically. (Say that five times fast.) “Like, when I fell into the grease-fire bramble. And the time I had two fishhooks in my thumb!”

“Two?” Aang questioned.

“He tried to get the first fishhook out with another fishhook.” Katara answered. You chuckled.

“Nailed it.” You muttered.

“Oh, and the time that mink-snake bit me. Thanks for healing that up. It was great. Really helpful.”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, welcoming the sleep that overcame you.

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A/n: Repost!

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attackfish · 2 years

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The fun thing about Miyu, and the reasons she's one of my very favorite OCs, is that yeah, she's a character. She's a cat, and she gives me a chance to show the Avatar world through a very different perspective, and to illuminate everybody's characters in a different way. But she's also a transparent metaphor for Zuko and his journey. Or at least I keep drawing obnoxiously obvious parallels between them.

Right from the beginning, I describe Miyu as looking like Zuko, with her missing eye and shredded ear from a fight with another cat. They are each scarred at roughly the same time and heal on the ship. Just as Zuko lashes out when his uncle tries to help him, so Miyu lashes out at Jee. They look enough alike and have similar enough temperments that even Aang, Katara, and Sokka notice, and name her after him when they temporarily adopt her. And, just as Zuko insists that Miyu is a ship's cat, not a pet, he insists to himself that he hasn't been banished on a wild goose-hare chase to get rid of him, he's going to earn his father's approval, because his father loves him.

In the Earth Kingdom, much as Iroh worries that his nephew, who ran off once, might do so again, that he might get lost and hurt, that Iroh has nothing to hold him, so must Zuko worry about Miyu the same way and for the same reason. She feels overwhelmed and confined in Ba Sing Se, just as Zuko does, and on the ship, she brings Iroh a rat-lizard, just as Zuko brings him tea. And neither are what Iroh wants. He calls her a vicious creature, just as Zuko is himself at times, and as Iroh has just experienced.

Just as being back in the palace doesn't erase Zuko's history, his past as a banished prince, his childhood years on a ship, far from home, his time as a fugitive, his literal scars from his father, just as he feels out of place, and like he has to shove down who he is to fit, so too is Miyu out of place, a scruffy half-feral ship's cat in a palace.

And in my most heavy-handed bit of symbolism, Miyu gets pregnant in the Fire Nation, and just as Zuko feels reluctant to leave the palace for the Avatar, so too does Miyu, because moving while pregnant and trying to make a den is not fun, thanks Zuko. And cat gestational periods are just a hair over two months, so guess who would be giving birth right around Sozin's Comet? Zuko will open his eyes after his battle with his sister, in bed, with Miyu and her brand new litter of mewling, blind babies, ready to begin their new lives.

Anyway, here's a bit writer's commentary on a silly little AU I wrote where Zuko has a pet cat.

Miyu can be found in While the Cat's Away, the Mouse-Pigeons Will Play: [Link], and on Tumblr at: [Link] and [Link].

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hehe ✨️ 🎁 💛

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

someone bookmarked one of my fics with "anything you write is my favorite" which im unable to ever be normal about. i also really like all the comments on royal red & ocean blue chapter 5 bc it's such a fun chapter, someone thanked the inventors of snow, kendo, and thermal underwear, another person quoted 'you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up' which made me feel like i nailed the dynamic. and ofc the dream syncing comment section is full of gems and thank YOU specifically for calling it sexy i didn't know how it would land lol

i savor every comment. genuinely

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

uhhh so listen... idk about rymin but you can have some zukka. this is from the incomplete and very long rrob ch10 "the king of karaoke" a very (purposefully) awkward coming out scene:

Zuko scans the room and quirks a brow. "So this is your Ba Sing Se crowd?" There's a waver in his voice that belies his casual tone. Sokka follows his eye line to see what has him thrown off balance.

Zuko's looking at two girls making out at the foot of the stage, but drops his gaze when he realizes Sokka's followed in his direction.

Sokka's body stills, but he points a sharp glare at Zuko. "Yes," he says, voice dripping with challenge. "Is that an issue, your highness?" He doesn't care that it's factually inaccurate, he just wants Zuko to hear how much of an ass he's being.

Zuko blinks at him, then stumbles through a fervent, tipsy head shake. "No," he says as his cheeks color from more than just the alcohol. "I thought it might be for you, for some reason." He spins his pointer finger as if trying to rewinding time. "I don't know why, though. In retrospect," he adds with a nervous chuckle as he looks anywhere but at Sokka. He had been looking at Sokka the entire night, like he'd been Zuko's refuge in all this chaos, and the absence of his gaze is jarring. "Anyway..."

Zuko is interesting to be around. He's easy to read, most of the time, but where the emotions stem from is still a complicated puzzle Sokka has yet to piece together. He's got a competitive streak, at least where Sokka is concerned, as evidenced by them always trying to one-up each other at banter or dumb games. And there's this feeling Sokka gets around him that he can’t place, electric yet gentle. It draws him in; it’s something to solve.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes he's just confusing.

"What?" Sokka asks. He wonders if they can ever have a clear conversation when liquor is involved.

“Sokka,” Zuko starts. Stops. He ruffles his hair, hides his head in his arms folded on the table, emerges again. He doesn’t quite meet Sokka’s eye. “I’m gay.”

“Oh,” Sokka says. His too-loud heartbeat is drowning out any coherent thoughts.

Zuko still isn’t looking at him.

“That’s awesome,” Sokka says. “I mean, that’s cool.” He wants to dunk his burning face in cold water. “Good for you.”

As he says it, Zuko is stumbling over his own words. “So I wasn’t, you know — I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, I get that now,” Sokka says. He recovers from his shock and remembers himself. “Thanks for telling me. I mean, for trusting me enough to tell me that. Yeah.” Okay, so not completely recovered, but still.

Zuko releases a long-held breath. When at last he returns Sokka’s gaze, the harsh red laser lights of the club are filtered to a soft pink in his amber irises. There’s a moment of acknowledgment before he blinks back down to where his fingers are tearing apart a napkin and he’s guarded again.

“I almost told you before,” he says. “At the festival.”

Sokka thinks back to that moment. He winces, remembering how much he had assumed — not only about Zuko, but about Mai, too. Sure, he’s accepting in theory. But in practice? Maybe he has a lot more to work out than he thinks.

“Shit,” Sokka says. “I’m so dumb.” This time he’s the one avoiding eye contact. “You were trying to tell me and I didn’t get it—”

“I backed out.”

“And I was just going on about girls. Not even thinking—”

“I thought you would hate me again.”

Sokka’s mouth and heart sputter to a stop.

“Not that I had any reason to think you’d have a problem with it,” Zuko says, waving it off and fumbling through his words before Sokka can respond. “Obviously you wouldn’t.” It doesn’t sound as confident as Zuko likely thinks he does. “It’s just… We had finally started talking. I thought it might be different enough to throw things off balance again.”

Zuko’s attention is devoted entirely to the bits of napkin in his grip.

Sokka pushes past the dull pulse in his ears. “Hey. Zuko.”

Zuko glances back up.

Sokka’s reach is slow as he gauges Zuko’s reaction. With no sign of resistance, he places his hands on Zuko’s shoulders. Zuko relaxes at the touch, so Sokka treads further and pulls him into an uncertain hug. Almost immediately, nervousness shifts into warmth, until he's more comfortable in Zuko's arms than he'd been outside them. Sokka isn’t sure how long it lasts. He isn’t sure he cares.

“I like learning more about you,” he says as they draw apart.

Zuko’s light smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

i used to treat writing so preciously and i was pretentious about it, if i wasn't shakespeare then what was the point. i still have perfectionism issues, but at least i get stuck on WIPs i have actual words down on instead of consuming every writing tip video on youtube and fantasizing. i used to not write fanfic bc i wanted the first thing i ever wrote to be "the novel of my heart" or whatever the fuck. and if i DID write a fic i wanted it to be a big multichap cornerstone of the fandom, which is the mindset i started rrob in LMAO. i would wonder why i was so much better at drawing than writing when writing was what i really CARED about. im not afraid to doodle only for myself, im not afraid to abandon drawings, im not afraid to put pencil on paper and START. every time i apply that lesson to writing it helps, but it's still hard for me to keep in practice.

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