#ursa x june

[hello-nichya-here]

Y'know, I like Zuko x Azula as much as any other person in this side of the fandom, but if I'm being honest...

I've always preferred mother/daughter pairings for incest ships. And there's really a noticable lack of that in this fandom.

Probably because there's a lack of moms. Kya is dead, Ursa is god knows where, both Toph's mom and Mai's mom only appear in on episode, we never hear about Iroh's wife (assuming he had one), we know Ty Lee's mom is alive but we don't even know her name, we are never even told if Suki, the other Kyoshi warriors or freaking Aang have a mom.

The only adult women we see more than once in the story are June and Li and Lo - the dominatrix fetish and the granny fetish. No mommies.

It's no wonder the fandom latched onto "Momtara" despite Katara's discomfort with it and how the very first episode has get along so well with Aang becase he allows her to be a kid again - Katara is the ONLY "motherly" character we see constantly.

#asks #not safe for what

[orangepanic]

Obviously Irosami is the chef's kiss of all rare pairs, but what other rare pairs do you enjoy? What's your favorite crack ship?

Hoo boy. Here we go.

The problem is, there are pairs I enjoy writing, pairs I enjoy reading, and pairs I enjoy specifically because there is someone I love reading who writes this pair phenomenally or just throws their whole heart into it. There are also different levels of enjoyment, from "will die for them" to "will read if I come across it" to "appreciate it exists" to "like it better than other pairs." So this is an inexact science at best. I'll do what I can.

Foaming at the mouth thinking of them, it's canon:

June x Colonel Mongke Lin Beifong x Lightning Bolt Zolt Toph Beifong x Satoru Tahno x Ginger

Favorite crack ships:

Ursa x The Boulder Wing Beifong x Hasook Hiroshi Sato x Firelord Izumi

Rare ships I love for the drama/asthetic/sheer comedic or tragic potential:

Korra x Amon Korra x Tarrlok Tahno x Korra Bolin x Korra (so basically all the Korra ships go here I see) Jet x Ty Lee Lin Beifong x Bumi Mako x Kuvira Tahno x Prince Wu Baatar Jr x Eska Iroh II x Kuvira

Rare ships I love because a talented creator made something amazing and now I can't help but ship it: Zhao x Ty Lee Zhao x Yue Jet x Yue Toph Beifong x Kanto Wan x Korra Mai x Piandao Mako x Iroh II Mako x Jinora Mako x Lin Beifong Korra x Kuvira Toph x Aang Sokka x Azula Ikki x Huan Beifong Lt. Jee x Ursa Lu Ten x Yue Smellerbee x Longshot Amon's Lieutenant x Daw

I'm sure I'm forgetting some ships here, too. There are so many wonderful rarepairs in the world, and so many amazing creators making me love them.

#tlok #atla #rarepairs #i love them #junkhe #linzolt #hiroshizumi #satoph #Tanger #Bursa #Wingsook #amorra #korrlok #Tahnorra #jetlee #linumi #Makuvira #Wuhno #eskataar #kuviroh #ty zhao #zhayu #jetyue #Kantoph #wanorra #pianmai #makroh #makonora #linko #korvira

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

New blazar findings

The universe is full of powerful supermassive black holes that create powerful jets of high-energy particles, creating sources of extreme brightness in the vastness of space. When one of those jets points directly at Earth, scientists call the black hole system a blazar.

To understand why particles in the jet move with great speeds and energies, scientists look to NASA's IXPE (Imaging X-ray Polarimetry Explorer), which launched in December 2021. IXPE measures a special property of X-ray light called polarization, which has to do with the organization of electromagnetic waves at X-ray frequencies.

An international team of astrophysicists have published new findings from IXPE about a blazar called Markarian 421. This blazar, located in the constellation Ursa Major, roughly 400 million light-years from Earth, surprised scientists with evidence that in the part of the jet where particles are being accelerated, the magnetic field has a helical structure.

"Markarian 421 is an old friend for high-energy astronomers," said Italian Space Agency astrophysicist Laura Di Gesu, lead author of the new paper. "We were sure the blazar would be a worthwhile target for IXPE, but its discoveries were beyond our best expectations, successfully demonstrating how X-ray polarimetry enriches our ability to probe the complex magnetic field geometry and particle acceleration in different regions of relativistic jets."

The new study detailing the IXPE team's findings at Markarian 421 is available in the latest edition of Nature Astronomy.

Jets like the one beaming out of Markarian 421 can extend millions of light-years in length. They are especially bright because as particles approach the speed of light, they give off a tremendous amount of energy and behave in weird ways that Einstein predicted. Blazar jets are extra bright because, just like an ambulance siren sounds louder as it approaches, light pointed toward us also appears brighter. That's why blazars can outshine all of the stars of the galaxies they inhabit.

Despite decades of study, scientists still don't fully grasp the physical processes that shape the dynamics and emission of blazar jets. But IXPE's groundbreaking X-ray polarimetry—which measures the average direction of the electric field of light waves—gives them an unprecedented view of these targets, their physical geometry, and where their emissions originate.

Research models for the typical outflow of the powerful jets typically depict a spiraling helix structure, similar to the way human DNA is organized. But scientists did not expect that the helix structure would contain regions of particles being accelerated by shocks.

IXPE found surprising variability in the polarization angle during three prolonged observations of Markarian 421 in May and June 2022.

"We had anticipated that the polarization direction might change but we thought large rotations would be rare, based on previous optical observations of many blazars," said Herman Marshall, research physicist at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge and a co-author of the paper. "So, we planned several observations of the blazar, with the first showing a constant polarization of 15%."

Remarkably, he added, initial analysis of the polarization data from IXPE appeared to show it dropped to zero between the first and second observations.

"Then we recognized that the polarization was actually about the same but its direction literally pulled a U-turn, rotating nearly 180 degrees in two days," Marshall said. "It then surprised us again during the third observation, which started a day later, to observe the direction of polarization continuing to rotate at the same rate."

Stranger still was that concurrent optical, infrared, and radio measurements showed no change in stability or structure at all—even when the polarized X-ray emissions deviated. This means that a shockwave could be propagating along spiraling magnetic fields inside the jet.

The concept of a shockwave accelerating the jet's particles is consistent with theories about Markarian 501, a second blazar observed by IXPE that led to a published study in late 2022. But its cousin Markarian 421 shows more clearcut evidence of a helical magnetic field contributing to the shock.

Di Gesu, Marshall, and their colleagues are eager to conduct further observations of Markarian 421 and other blazars to learn more about these jet fluctuations and how frequently they occur.

"Thanks to IXPE, it's an exciting time for studies of astrophysical jets," Di Gesu said.

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics #nasa #ixpe

[shifuaang]

4, 63, 80, and 89 for the fanfic asks? (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)

Thanks, lovely!

4 - What is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? Optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Honestly when I have a fic idea, I normally end up writing it. I don't tend to carry ideas around unless I get backlogged, which is more of a problem for me than anything else. Right now I think the one I've been sitting on for a while is the June x Ursa fic that I'd really love to write, but I need to finish some other WIPs before that.

63 - What’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

Head empty, I literally cannot think of anything. I re-read three fics trying to search for this answer and came up blank aldsfjalksf

80 - Do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?

I really like to put symbolism in my fics now, especially through cultural references and a lot of research. Mostly, however, I hope to portray emotions and relationships on both an organic and profound level. I think a core message in a lot of my fics is 'love prevails', even if that isn't what I initially set out to write.

89 - Sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?

It depends on whether or not the narrator is endearing or not! I don't mind as long as there is depth and humanity to the character.

#fanfic #ask meme #writing

[badlucksav]

This is mad crack but if you’re ever doing smutty ficlets again, would you consider Kya x Jun? (And if you don’t plan on doing those anytime soon, I’d be happy with something just semi-smutty as well.)

But think about it…a sweet, relatively sexually-illiterate mother of two raised in the conservative SWT meets a bounty hunter in black leather who carries a whip? Maybe after being rescued by said bounty hunter? The kinky possibilities are endless.

Kya x Lu Ten or Kya x Ursa x Hakoda would also be cool if you’re not into that!

Hey Anon! I can’t say I’ve really ever thought about Kya outside of her role as Katara and Sokka’s mother but, this is definitely interesting. This is definitely cracky too 🤣 but that’s okay lol.

And as for spicy ficlets…well, Kinktober is coming up 😉

Spicy talk under the cut.

Kya x Jun definitely has some interesting possibilities. I haven’t written any smut for either character.

When I think about Jun in a spicy setting, she’s definitely a dominatrix in full leather with a whip. Some people might see her being into hardcore BDSM or humiliation, but I don’t. She’d be into a lot of things and would like exploring her sexuality, and she’d 100% be a domme.

But she wouldn’t want to inflict a lot of pain on her sub. She wants them to be relaxed and cared for while giving them mind-blowing orgasms. So she’d be into sensory deprivation and would definitely get her sub worked up by teasing erogenous zones. She’d trail her whip lightly over their bodies while they’re blindfolded, getting them all worked up, before she’d bring them to their climax.

I don’t see Kya being sexually illiterate at all. I definitely see Kya being the dominant one between her and Hakoda, and she’s definitely not a prude or anything. Meeting Jun would just open her eyes to more possibilities for sure.

In an AU where she’s not killed, maybe she does get rescued from prison by Jun (likely by accident while Jun is after a different target lol). Jun takes her back to her place to get her cleaned up and fed a proper meal, and she takes a liking to her. I imagine Kya would have a heavy dose of trauma after being in prison, and Jun would help her cope with that (I have a pretty dark backstory for Jun as a headcanon). As the weeks go by, the sexual tension builds until it just pops. And this is the start of their steamy sex lives.

My precious Lu Ten is reserved for Yue, sorry. But I do like the thought of OT3 Kya, Ursa, and Hakoda. (Or Ursa and Kya, or Kya, Hakoda, and Bato).

Thank you for the ask!

#anon asks #spicy headcanons #spicy talk under the cut #june the bounty hunter #jun x Kya #Kya x Hakoda x Ursa #lu ten my beloved #savage answers

[cattaralol]

JURSA. THOUGHTS

#ITS JUNE X URSA #EMMA BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER BANGER #ILY SOULMATE #rairpair #atla #june #ursa #jursa

[firelxdykatara]

Ursa and June is the power couple i didn't know i need it. And it's 3 a.m. (Sorry this isn't an ask)

it sounds like you fell down the best 3AM rabbit hole and i 100% support you

#atla #june #ursa #june x ursa #i've never seen or thought of this but you're right and you should say it #make it happen fandom -clap emojis- #asked #depressedshipper

[asongofhopeandjoy]

I just remembered it's winter atla femmslash week...

Stick that good sapphic content into my veins!

#asongofhopeandjoy #speaking into the void #I should write some atla sapphic content since it's femmeslash february #and I need to spread the June x Ursa agenda

[ljf613]

Fics submitted for the @avatar-rare-pair-ship-challenge by ship:

ATLA:

Aang x Azula: Aangxiety by @lone-star-ranger (T) We’re Okay by @ljf613 (G)

Aang x Ozai: A little something I like to call "energybending bimbofication" by @wenchicus-thoticus (E)

Aang x Toph: Happily Ever After? by @authorjoydragon (M)

Aang x Yue: It's Winter Again (And I Can't Wait To See You) by ljf613 (G)

Azula x Hakoda: Lonely Hearts Club by @purpleplatypusbear21/@phantomstatistician (E)

Azula x Katara: One Step at a Time by @theemptyskies (T)

Azula x Sokka: Happier by @middleofnowhere92 (T) My emotional support idiot by @rainbowsaltao3 (T) Ride by @waywardavatarenthusiast (T)

Azula x Song: Not In A Long Time by @bellatrixobsessed1 (T)

Azula x Teo: An Ivory Horn by bellatrixobsessed1 (G) It Feels Like Success by bellatrixobsessed1 (T)

Azula x Zuko: Sweet Lies (Forbidden Love) by @oceanmoonfishing (T)

Hakoda x Ozai: A Deal With The Devil by wenchicus-thoticus (M)

Iroh x Jeong Jeong: A Soldier's Love by @old-and-new-friends (G)

Iroh x Ozai: Tasting Faded Embers by @boatsaplenty (M)

Jet x Katara: no need to worry by @getoutmybubble (T)

Jet x Sokka: It's a Nice Day for a Fraud Wedding by middleofnowhere92 (M) Unwelcome by @the-messenger-hawk

Jet x Song: The song that saved him by @gothamlioness1 (G)

Jiang x June: Bounty by old-and-new-friends (T)

Jin x Zuko: Brave Soldier Boy by lone-star-ranger (T) The Rite of Ti'it Hoh by wenchicus-thoticus (E)

Kanna x Pakku: Bonerbending by wenchicus-thoticus (M)

Katara x Sokka: Moongazing by oceanmoonfishing (T)

Kuei x Lu Ten: Impenetrable by old-and-new-friends (T)

Lu Ten x Sokka: Castle of Ash by the-messenger-hawk (T)

Lu Ten x Zhao: Four Seasons, For Love by old-and-new-friends (T) Lost Souls by old-and-new-friends (T)

Mai x Piandao: Mai's Master by middleofnowhere92 (E)

Mai x Sokka: 3am by middleofnowhere92 (T)

Ozai x Ursa: As Time flows by by gothamlioness1 (G) Seasons change, and so do we by rainbowsaltao3 (T)

Ozai x Zhao: All's Fair In Love And War And Prostate Orgasms by wenchicus-thoticus (E)

Sokka x Ty Lee: Tired by middleofnowhere92 (E)

Suki x Ty Lee: Chi-Blocking by old-and-new-friends (G)

Toph x Zuko: How to Scam Your Way into Marriage by lone-star-ranger (G)

Ty Lee x Zhao: Ring of Fire by middleofnowhere92 (E)

Ty Lee x Zuko: Alive with the Glory of Love by middleofnowhere92 (T) Green with Envy by middleofnowhere92 (T)

Yue x Zhao: But Sir, These Are My Emotional Support Cats by middleofnowhere92 (T) melt by @crookedmouth-mountainbones (E) gelid by crookedmouth-mountainbones (T) hiemal by crookedmouth-mountainbones (T) The Warship by wenchicus-thoticus (T)

LOK:

Amon x Korra: Pain of betrayal and lies by rainbowsaltao3 (T)

Amon x Pema: that which is offered, that which is taken by crookedmouth-mountainbones (M)

Asami x Tahno: A League of Their Own by @orangepanic (G)

Bolin x Eska: Her demons by rainbowsaltao3 (T)

Bumi II x Izumi: The Flight and Fight of Two Lovers by old-and-new-friends (T) Those Left Behind by old-and-new-friends (T)

Iroh II x Asami: Bring Fire to the Spirit Pools by orangepanic (E) Players by orangepanic (T) Starvation Paradise by orangepanic (M)

Iroh II x Kuvira: Sometimes I Dream of Empire by orangepanic (G)

Iroh II x Mako: Mako's New Workout Partner by old-and-new-friends (T)

Iroh II x Prince Wu: The Future Earth King and Fire Lord by old-and-new-friends (G)

Izumi x Hiroshi: A Long Engagement by orangepanic (G)

Korra x Kuvira: Shame by wenchicus-thoticus (E)

Korra x Tahno: Where the sea meets the shore by rainbowsaltao3 (M)

Korra x Tarrlok: I hate you by rainbowsaltao3 (M)

Korra x Viper: We Run This Town by orangepanic (G)

Lin x Bumi II: Arranged Legacy by @guiltysecretpasttime (T) Blazing Sunsets by orangepanic (T)

Lin x Mako: Perspective by @khrushchevs-corn-farm (G)

Raava x Vaatu: Where there is darkness, there is light by rainbowsaltao3 (G)

Zhao & Korra: simmer by crookedmouth-mountainbones (M)

#avatar the last airbender #avatar legend of korra #ship challenge #kind of surprised there were no poly fics tbh #all queued up

[ohmaigoth]

Unpopular opinion #8

I don't like how many (most of the?) people in the fandom treat Iroh. Especially compared to how they treat some other characters. There's a lot of double standard going on imo. It applies to Zuko too but this post is only about Iroh.

First of all, Iroh is a war General. He's most notably known for having besieged the most populated city in the world, probably indirectly and directly killing we don't know how many but I think it's fair to assume it's a lot, people in the process. He's seen laughing at the thought of burning Ba Sing Se to the ground and only gave up when Lu Ten died, when it became personal. Years later, when he goes back to Ba Sing Se, he's joking again about being a tourist this time. In defence of Iroh though, it's established there's a lot of propaganda going on in the Fire Nation to make its citizens believe they're on the good side of the war.

Something that's always bugged me is Iroh's treatment of Azula, especially compared to the way he treats Zuko. When they were young, Iroh gifted a dagger to his nephew and a doll to his niece. Granted he's been gone at war for a while at that point but anyone who spends 5 min with Azula would know she's not into that kind of toy. Perhaps it was Iroh's way of telling her she's just a child and she needs to chill out but again, he offered Zuko a dagger so I think Iroh just genuinely thought Azula, as a girl, would like a doll... Yikes! It also means he's probably not interested in knowing who his own niece actually is. Then Zuko was banished and he left with him, leaving behind his 11 or 12 yo niece, alone because Ursa's gone, with her father who's just burnt his own son's face. It also probably shows that Ozai is an overall terrible father (the kind that agrees on killing his son) and while he's "nicer" to Azula, it's not ok to let a child with a father who mistreated his son this bad. Iroh is portrayed as the wise old man so I think he could have known better than to leave his niece to her fate. When he meets her again for the first time in three years, all he has to say about her is "She's crazy and she needs to go down.". Sure she did a lot of wrong stuff but, even when I was young, this comment's never sat right with me. Meanwhile he's always supportive of Zuko, forgives his wrongdoing and even thinks of him as his son (how convenient since he lost Lu Ten). Overall I get the feeling Zuko is a replacement son for Iroh (he actually kinda said it himself) while he's never given a damn about Azula.

Then there's this scene.

Ugh. When I was young, June x Iroh was actually my crack ship. He's obviously into her and the fact she then called him Zuko's creepy grandpa makes this scene even worse to me now. Some people say Iroh's out of character in this scene. I disagree. Throughout the series he's portrayed as a ladies' man and I think some people glorify him when he's actually a flawed character (which is what this whole post is about).

Overall, Iroh's never struck me as really sorry for the wrong he's done and does, though this might only be my personal interpretation. Besides, for the most part, while he doesn't actively fight against the gaang, he goes along with Zuko's idea of capturing Aang. I know he wants Zuko to realize by himself it's not his destiny but still, what would happen if Aang's killed during a fight? He also lets his nephew steal a bunch of things and Song's ostrich horse (though he does initially call Zuko out on it) and I guess, as they're refugees, they may need them more than their owners, Idk. Iroh actually steals a bottle of perfume himself while at the Abbey. He also blows his and Zuko's cover because Tea™ and while Zuko's rightfully mad at him for doing such a dumb thing, he complains because Zuko spilled his tea rather than worrying because he endangered both of them. Tea over safety I guess.

I want to make it clear this is not character bashing. I do like Iroh but I like him for who he is: a grey character who has his fair share of flaws. It's what makes him interesting to me and not just the generic morally white know-it-all mentor that many shows have. Though it does irk me when people act as if he's perfect and has never caused suffering. Especially when said people who glorify Iroh and conveniently forget about his wrongdoing demonize other characters for dumb reasons (think about Aang and particularly Mai).

ATLA's all about nuances and how there's no pure white and pure black, which is one of the many reasons why this show is great, and Iroh fits right in this theme too.

#Iroh #Zuko #Azula #June #ATLA June #Avatar: the last airbender #ATLA #unpopular opinion #sometimes I speak my mind

[atla-fandom-confessions]

Urzai and Zhaozai Venn diagram is not a circle. I am the odd one here. :)I think Ozai is a horrible husband to Ursa and she is better off with almost anyone – Hakoda, Kya, Bato, June, Ikem, Chit Sang and his girlfriend… But Zhao/Ozai is a dream – bad, sexy dream of an intrepid admiral madly in love with his hot cruel Fire Lord.

x

#atla #anti urzai

[sukifans]

PET • RI • CHOR

[n] a pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather

ZUKO X OC SERIES

SUMMARY: a captured waterbender and the fire prince may sound like an unlikely pair, but kena never much cared about others’ expectations and zuko, well… he was just along for the ride

A/N: hm that summary was kind of... terrible. but wow okay that first bit got way more attention than i honestly thought it would. thank you all so much for the love, it’s really brought up my mood and i’ve been feeling pretty down being stuck at my parents’ house during all... this. i’m so happy y’all enjoyed and i look forward to bringing you more Content TM by eventually opening up for requests and stuff like that if anyone is interested 🥺 as before, absolutely reply/message/ask/telegraph/etc me any questions/comments/tag requests!! love y’all!!!

⏎ MASTERLIST // PROLOGUE i « PROLOGUE ii » PART I

They managed to keep their friendship mostly a secret for a little while. Zuko knew his father wouldn’t approve, so they either snuck out to talk together at nights or he’d make up excuses to visit the infirmary. He’d lie about some vague illness symptoms or “slip up” during his training and sustain a few burns. As time passed, they had to get more and more creative. Ursa figured it out relatively quickly, but she thought Kena and their budding relationship was good for the young prince. Zuko didn’t really care one way or another if his mother knew — as long as Ozai never heard about them, it didn’t matter. She often even helped facilitate their little meetings, even if they didn’t know it. One warm June day, Ursa took Zuko to the newly-bloomed field of fire lilies on the palace grounds under the pretense of taking a walk around the gardens.

“Aren’t they lovely, Zuko?” She stroked his hair while they sat in the shade of a cherry blossom tree overlooking the field.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think fire lilies are my favorite.”

“You know, girls love flowers.”

“So?” Zuko scrunched up his face as he looked at his mom, who smiled.

“I’m just saying, if there’s ever a girl you like, you should bring her flowers. I think she’d really like it.”

“Ew, Mom! I don’t like any girls, they’re gross.” He stuck his tongue out comically and she laughed at him.

“What about Mai and Ty Lee?”

“Yes!”

“Even me?”

He hesitated. “Well, no. But you’re not a girl!”

She laughed again. “What am I, then?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “You’re just Mom.”

“If you say so, my love,” she said gently. Ursa dropped the topic after that and pretended not to notice when the prince sneakily pocketed a flower when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Later that evening, he found Kena in a deserted corridor as they’d planned and presented her the flower abruptly, flushing wildly. The butterflies in his stomach went wild when he saw her eyes go big and her lips part in surprise.

“It’s for you,” he said, avoiding her gaze. “I saw it in the garden and thought of you because they’re my favorite and you’re my favorite, and they’re really pretty and I think you’re really pretty too.” Her face reddened as much as his and she beamed, reaching out to take the flower. Before he could react, she had engulfed him in a hug. He closed his eyes and squeezed her back tightly, setting his chin on her shoulder.

“Thanks, Zuko. I love it.” She twirled it around in her fingers absently as she took a step back. “You’re my favorite too, you know.”

“I would hope so!” They both giggled, shyly looking at anything but each other.

“I told my mom I would help her with something tonight, so I have to go,” she said, lips pulling into a frown. Zuko frowned too.

“Oh. Okay.” He rubbed the toe of his shoe against the ground.

“I’ll see you again soon, though, okay? And I’ll stay longer.”

“You promise?” Zuko held out his hand, pinky extended. She grinned again and entwined her little finger with his.

“I promise.” Before either of them could step away, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His mouth dropped open, face deep red all over again, and she dashed away while laughing. “Bye!” she called over her shoulder, waving.

“B-bye,” he whispered, hand raising to where she’d kissed him. Slowly, his face lit up into a wide smile and he turned to go back to his room, stomach full of butterflies again.

The next evening at dinner, Ozai set down his cutlery and looked at his son.

“Prince Zuko,” he began and the boy looked up from his plate, which he’d been smiling faintly at, “I hear you’ve made a friend.”

The boy’s brow furrowed. “I did?”

“It’s his girlfriend, Dad,” Azula taunted from across the table and Zuko paled. “That water tribe girl in the infirmary.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me, son,” Ozai said coolly. “Azula said she saw you sneaking around with her last night. What were you doing with her?”

“Zuzu gave her a flower and she kissed him!” said Azula, grinning devilishly. Ozai’s eyebrows raised and Ursa looked nervously between father and son.

“Is this true?” Ozai asked.

“I, uh- um, well-“ Zuko stammered out incoherently. He’d never forgive himself if Kena got in trouble because of him. Well, he’d never forgive Azula for telling their father, anyways.

“Answer.”

“Yes,” Zuko sighed and looked down at the table. “But she’s not my girlfriend. I just... thought she’d like the fire lily because I don’t think she’s ever been to the gardens to see them before.”

“I told him to give her the flower,” Ursa cut in quickly. Zuko breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “I noticed the girl always looks miserable and I thought she’d work better with some cheering up.” She played it off easily, twisting the truth enough to maybe placate her husband. Ozai simply glared at her before looking back at his son who still looked remarkably pale.

“You’re not close with her, then?” he asked.

“No, I’m not,” Zuko lied. “I just see her around.”

“So you wouldn’t be upset if I were to, say, send her and her mother to prison with the rest of the waterbending savages?” Zuko felt lightheaded at the thought of Kena in a cell, suffering and lonely and sad.

“My lord-“ Ursa started.

“Silence,” Ozai snapped before continuing to taunt the prince. “You wouldn’t care, then, if I had them executed?”

Despite the warning voice in the back of his head, Zuko jumped to his feet. “They’re innocent people, you can’t do that!”

“Actually, I think you’ll find that I can and I will. Maybe if the snow savages die you’ll learn to respect your position and your father.” He picked up his fork again and resumed eating like nothing had happened. “Sana, take Prince Zuko to his chambers and keep an eye on him. He will not be seeing that girl again.”

As a frightened-looking Sana ushered a furious and horrified Zuko away from the table, he shot a vicious glare at his sister. Azula’s face was stony. She hadn’t meant for the stupid girl to end up dead, she’d just wanted to get her brother in trouble and maybe have the girl sent away. Now Zuko would never play Love Amongst the Dragons with her again, and it just wasn’t as fun with Mai or Ty Lee as the Dark Water Spirit.

Walking down a corridor away from the dining hall, Zuko made a turn to go to the infirmary when Sana stopped him. He gave her an angry look and she sighed.

“Your father said to go to your room, Prince Zuko.” She set a hand on his shoulder and he shrugged her off.

“I will, but I have to warn Kena and her mom first. I can’t just let my father hurt them.”

Sana crouched in front of him so they were eye to eye and she cupped his face in her hands. “Prince Zuko, if your father finds out I didn’t take you directly to your room and keep you there, he’ll hurt me too.” His eyes widened at the realization. He hadn’t even considered that. “I’ll do what I can to get the word to them, but right now I need you to come with me.”

“Okay,” he said quietly, following her as she walked in the direction of his bedroom. He couldn’t let his father hurt Sana either; she had been taking care of him for as long as he could remember and he loved her like family. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take and he was confident she’d be able to send word through the network of palace staff. He just hoped the message would reach them in time.

A/N: just another small bit of prologue to establish the relationship between zuko and kena. also i guess i’m calling this petrichor? idk it’ll make more sense later. anyways!! hope you enjoyed this small update!!

TAGS: @beifongsss @the-lva-way @lammello @llorom6nnic @idkdude776 @bubblebars @royahllty

#mine #petrichor #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fic #atla fanfic #zuko #zuko x oc #atla zuko #prince zuko #prince zuko x oc #zuko fanfic #avatar fic #zuko fic #zuko x reader #prince zuko x reader #the last airbender

[orangepanic]

What are your favorite ATLA/LoK rarepairs for pure smut purposes? The only chemistry we’re concerned with here is how explosive they are in bed lol

This was a hard ask for me. I pretty much only write one thing and so rely heavily on the rarepair community to expand my mind. But here's a shot.

ATLA

Jet x Ty Lee but in a sad tragic damaged people way

Sokka x Azula

Mai x Piandao

Ursa x The Boulder

Hakoda x whomever he chooses to make sweet sweet love to

Thotty Lu Ten as written by @homeagainrose

The unhealthiest interpretations of Zhaozai

June x Col. Mongke (sob OTP)

LOK

Korra x Amon but in a sad tragic damaged people way

Korra x Tarrlok

Korra x Kuvira

Korra x Tahno

Korra x Iroh II (sense a theme here?)

Tonraq x whomever he chooses to make sweet sweet love to

Bolin x Lin Beifong (has anyone written this? they really should)

Mako x Kuvira

and obviously Iroh II x Asami Sato, who are both made for each other and of course extremely fucking hot together 🔥 (woo OTP)

#headcanons #anon asks #thanks for the ask! #tlok #spicy

[vanchlo]

Fireflies

Blurb Synopsis: It was your first summer working at a sleep away camp, and you were feeling a little homesick yourself. That all disappeared when you met the counselor of your sister group, Harry, who is in charge of the all-boys cabin, Campfire. Your all-girls cabin, Butterflies, came to love Campfire and their counselor, and very quickly, so did you. You were afraid you had come to like him a little too much, more than friends typically do.

Genre: Camp Counselor!Harry, friends to lovers, fluffy, some nostalgic vibes, and romance. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 6.3k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: Fireflies by Owl City I guess (click to listen)

*

You had been coming here for a good while now, already having memorized the placement of Ursa Major and Minor in the night sky. You found your way down the trail, past the sandy beach, and to the rickety wooden dock every night after lights out. The flashlight clicks off in your hand, but once you reach the pavilion you hardly need it anymore, the last licks of the bonfire lighting up the beach. A loon sings nearby on the lake, waves lapping at the shore, plastic shovels, and a few socks certainly hidden amongst the sand. 

The twist-off cap opens with a pleased sigh, and the refreshing cold beer is welcomed by your lips. Exhaling, your eyes float towards the pitch-black sky and search for Orion whose tall figure has escaped you for the last few nights. These nightly stargazing trips have become a comfort for you, your new home suddenly being a camp of youngsters, and your bedroom consisting of a tiny cabin that leaks when it rains and lacks air conditioning. 

You had just finally been starting to adjust to life as a summer camp counselor, and there was one significant reason for that. His name was Harry, well, is. He’s the counselor for the all-boy cabin, Campfire, and has been your sister group for your all-girl cabin, Butterflies.

Due to this, the both of you had been seeing a lot of each other as your cabins interacted often. Nearing the end of the first week of camp, and now anytime one of your kids asked to play with Campfire, you jumped at the opportunity. Although it mostly was due to seeing Harry, who had quickly become your favorite coworker, it was undeniable that your kids got along so well.

That was another thing, he was so good with his kids, and yours. There were a few girls in your 8s cabin who did a bad job of hiding their crushes on him, always hanging all over him. With no fail, every day during your shared swimming time in the lake, they were begging Harry again and again. Whether it was to throw them in the water, hoist them up onto his shoulders, or to build a sandcastle with him - they couldn’t get enough of him. After spending only four days with him, you couldn’t blame them, because neither could you. 

It almost shocked you how quickly you had come to know him, and became fast friends. After running into each other on the main trail on your way to breakfast the first day, you found him waiting by the large red pine near your cabin every morning since. He even had begun to save his sausages for you, and you always gave your banana muffin to him. 

Today, your groups had spent the entire day together, and so did you and Harry. The kids especially enjoyed your time on the paddleboards this afternoon, but you weren’t too sure about Harry pushing you off into the water every time you got the courage to stand up on it. The laughs continued throughout your hike in the woods that Harry claims he didn’t get your cabins lost on, but you knew better than to believe him when he began to nervously knead at his bottom lip with his fingers. Face painting may have been your favorite activity from today, despite the nervousness that tickled your body when his face was inches away from yours. He painted the most darling butterfly on your cheek, and he bragged about the banana you left on his for the rest of the day. 

The beer dribbles off of your bottom lip, gracing your skin flushed from the heat still sitting in the night air, and from thinking about him. Harry. Everybody loved him, even the other camp counselors, and especially some of the fellow female ones. You couldn’t help but notice how Porcupines and their counselor, Erica, had taken a liking to Harry. They seemed to be friends from last summer, but this was your first summer working here at the camp, and that fact alone intimidated you. It made you tell a white lie when Harry asked if you wanted to play board games with his group, or if he should hang out with Porcupines who live in your cabin neighborhood. 

Only after a week of knowing him, with four of those being camp days, and the others being staff training days, there was little he couldn’t do to dazzle you. Every night, there was a huge camp-wide bonfire. Not everybody joined, only those who wanted to, but ever since you claimed the upright log right of Harry on the first night, it had become your spot. He continued to amaze you night after consecutive night with his guitar playing, from Take Me Home, Country Roads to Wagon Wheel and of course, Wonderwall. More than once, you had felt his eyes on yours and found just that when you looked over at him, him soon winking with smiling lips.

Oh, those lips and all of the dreams you had about them. 

The lake water lapping at your feet hanging off of the dock does little to cool you down on this early June night, but after the train of thought that’s taken off, there’s little you can do to cool down. To make matters worse, your skin spreads with electricity when you hear a twig snap nearby. You don’t even have the time to ask who’s there, because the milky moonlight lights up features of a familiar somebody. 

“Care if I join ya?” they rasp, nodding to the section of dock to your left. Shaking your head ‘no,’ the wooden boards rattle and squeak with their heavy footsteps. “Y’know ‘ve seen ya sneak out, but neva knew where ya went, and now lookie here. I found ya.”

“Congrats, you finally won a game of hide-and-seek,” you joke, the dark glass wet against your shaky fingers as you hold out the beer to him. 

“Oh, shuddup. Ya don’t know how hard it ‘s bein’ tall when tha kids ask me t’ play hide-and-seek. ‘s not like I can hide behind a tree as easily as they bloody can,” he giggles, and clinks the neck of his beer bottle against yours. “Cheers t’ a great almost first week o’ camp, and here’s t’ many mo’.”

“Cheers,” you echo, the frosty beer doing little to move the knot that appeared in your throat the second he stepped onto the beach in front of you. 

Yes, here’s to many more weeks of camp with him- with Harry. 

*

Your stargazing nights dipping your toes in the water continued every night without fail. And night after night, Harry showed up with two bottles of beer. Sometimes, he beat you and you found him waiting for you. Other nights, you were early and brought wine coolers instead. Nonetheless, it became another camp tradition of yours, and neither of you broke it. 

That was until you broke your two and a half week streak one night, and not because you were sick or had a legitimate reason. No, your reason did feel legitimate, and it stung every time your subconscious drudged it back up. That didn’t mean you could tell Harry though, and you had a good reason for that too. A good reason was something he seemed to be missing, you thought, and you wished that you knew why.

*

Earlier that day, rain had been forecast for most of the afternoon, but instead of refreshing showers for the kids to dance in, a muggy heat had settled in the air. You couldn’t say that you weren’t complaining, because well, you were and Harry got an earful of it. He didn’t complain though, and lastly, yours ceased once your shared swimming time arrived. Lucky for you, your leadership staff had moved things around for your group to swim again later, after lunch. Seeing Harry in his short royal blue swim trunks not once but twice was rewarding enough, and so was when he stuck you on his shoulders, pulling laughs from all of the kids’ smiling lips. 

The incessant heat drilled at your sun kissed skin later that night when you had had enough of your humid cabin, settling on the first of the wooden steps. Your attention was drawn over to a nearby staff cabin when you heard voices and laughter, but you dismissed it as you decided to take a cool shower in the bathhouse up the hill. 

The voices grew louder amongst the cover of trees surrounding you, and as you hiked up the hill, you realized you were nearing their source. Almost immediately, you pick up on one of the voices, recognizing it seamlessly. You take a step forward at the inviting sound, but your foot stops in midair when you finally recognize the second voice. If that wasn’t enough to repel you, the appearance of them both outside a shaded cabin does it for you. 

There he stands with only inches in between the two of them. Harry, and fricken Erica, of all people. You’re not sure what’s going on, but quickly, you realize that you stepped in on something you shouldn’t have. You turn around hastily and begin to walk away, but you freeze in place when the voices plummet into silence. Looking over your shoulder, your suspicions are confirmed when a pang jolts through your body at the sight of his lips upon hers. Your limbs are unstuck now and moving fast and away from that tragic sight. You don’t stop walking until you reach the bathhouse and hear the loud bang! of the door slamming behind you. Thank God you find that you have the girl’s side all to yourself a few moments later, and only once you’re under the cold spray of the shower, do you let the tears fly. 

*   

You didn’t know what to do with the rest of your night once you swore off showing up to the dock under the stars that night to meet him. Instead, you took advantage of the spotty Wi-Fi to catch up on YouTube videos, but it did little to distract you from what was going on deep down inside of you. 

The next day wasn’t much better as it was still sweltering hot outside, and it was awkward trying to avoid Harry and his cabin, even though you and your kids had all become fast friends by now. Once you reached dinner, the worst of the day was over, and yet you wondered how’d you be able to do it all over again and ignore him. Even today, you weren’t able to fully ignore him. Your cabin was scheduled to bike earlier that afternoon before it got too hot, and in order to go biking, you had to have two staff with for safety reasons. You exchanged as few words as possible with him before and after the bike ride, but he still tried to crack jokes over your walkie talkies during the ride, seeing that the two of you were on a special channel, per the rules. It was obvious that he knew something was up, because neither of you had missed a night on the dock under the stars together, and last night you had done just that. 

It was difficult at first, sitting in your cabin last night once the clock struck ten o’clock. You had begun to squirm and a hot itchy feeling came over your body, filling you with guilt, but quickly it subsided and was replaced by something else when you remembered seeing his lips on hers. Fucking Erica, what did he even see in her? you had poured over at least a dozen times since then. She was always yelling at her cabin when you passed her, and when she wasn’t, she was on her phone and ignoring her kids. You were surprised that one of them hadn’t gotten hurt badly yet, seeing as she never paid attention to them, and it drove you nuts how Harry could have feelings for somebody like that. He adored his kids and yours, making you wonder all the more why things had to be this way. 

Your kids had complained all day, asking to play with Campfire, to hike to The Point with them or to do the low ropes course with them. Relent you did not, and only once besides the biking did they interact, and that was later in the day when it was time for cabin cleaning and so your cabins played together outside while you and Harry did the big cleaning jobs.

Regardless of how good of a job you had done at avoiding him today, you still felt his eyes on yours in the pavilion at lunch and dinner, and especially during swim time when you hung back on the beach. You just didn’t know how to talk to him normally again after seeing what you did, and you already knew the tragic effects it had caused for your friendship, and not just that, but anything more that you had wanted. 

*

Yesterday had seemed like a piece of cake compared to now, sitting in your cabin as the short hand neared the nine and the long hand neared the six. You had thought about sneaking over to your friend, Molly’s cabin, for the night but you passed up the idea after remembering she had started dating another counselor recently, and was probably somewhere with them. Quickly, what was starting to become one of the best summers was now turning into a dream turned nightmare. It all slowly drifted away when you finally succumbed to the exhaustion building up from your long day spent in the sun.

*

When you awoke next, it was already quarter to ten pm, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. No, you quickly wished it was the next morning or anytime later than well, now. It was still too soon, and as you slipped on sandals to use the bathroom, the guilt found its way back to you. The only thing going for you was that you had avoided any run ins with him, or for that matter, anybody, on your way to the bath house to use the bathroom. This is why I shouldn’t down wine coolers when I’m sad, you tsked within your thoughts as the flashlight led you back down the path to your cabin. 

Cursing yourself for not turning on the fan before you fell asleep, you let the screen door of your cabin slap against the doorframe once you return. During your disaster of a day, you had also left clothes laying around, the beginning of what would surely become a colossal mess. 

“Y’know, yer not s’posed t’ eat in here, you’ll attract bears and racoons,” a voice drawls from across the room. A jolt rockets through your body at the fright, only to end in a groan. “‘s true, I swear it. One o’ me coworkers last summer had a raccoon in their cabin ‘cuz they didn’t heed tha warnings.”

“Sure,” you respond, picking up an empty Doritos bag that you toss in the bin, ignoring his eyes that you feel hot on your back. “What are you doing in my cabin, Harry? You do realize that you’re breaking a rule, right? ‘No counselors of opposite sex in another counselor’s cabin after lights out,’” you recite aloud, continuing to pick up more of the evidence from your prior night spent wallowing in your tears and choice of junk food. Well, last two nights, for that matter. 

“Bears seem much mo’ harmful than a simple visit from yer friend, I reckon.”

Friend, you say? you think silently to yourself before you can stop, accompanied by a scoff that falls from your lips for him to hear. 

“If ya wanna know, ya’ve been ignorin’ me all day long. Ya wouldn’t answer yer texts, so I had t’ go t’ some dire straights and pay ya a visit. So, why’re ya ignorin’ me, darlin’? Did I do sumthin’ wrong?” Harry ponders aloud, moving from his previous perch on the cloth chair in the corner to your bed now. 

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” you insist, picking up a pink Laffy Taffy wrapper to add to the handful of others. 

“Yes ya were, even tha kids in our cabins noticed. Mo’ importantly, ya stood me up fer our nightly visits on tha dock, not jus’ last night but t’night as well. Figured there must be an important reason ya skipped, looks like t’night ya fell asleep, but why’d ya miss last night?”

With your back to him, you try to swallow past the lump that’s appeared in your throat, but it’s next to impossible. The opportunity arises, and you take it and run. In reality, you tie the full garbage bag into a knot and enter the humid night once again. You can hear his heavy footsteps behind you. 

“‘m not done talkin’ t’ you!” Harry exclaims, the door slamming behind him as you walk down the trail blindly, knowing that the nearest dumpster is only ahead a few paces. 

“Shouldn’t you be hanging out with your girlfriend? Seeing that’s how all of the counselors here spend lights out time,” you retort, the bravery growing within you as the crickets sound from the tall grass around you. 

“What girlfriend? I don’t have one.” 

“Oh, so then why were you sucking face with Erica? That kind of thing implies a relationship, you know,” you spit in return, at last finding the dumpster in the near dark, and pitching the garbage bag into it. “Let’s see how good you really are at hide and seek,” you tease after hearing the plop! of the garbage bag falling into the dumpster. 

“I already found you t’day when we played,” he groans, but you can hear his footsteps following yours. 

Your name flies from his lips but quickly, his voice becomes far away as you dash down the trail. He calls for you, but he’s already lost you and within moments, you see the flickering light above the very cabin you’re looking for. 

His voice tickles at your ears as you slip in past the door, pressing it closed so it doesn’t make a sound. It doesn’t really look like how you had expected. Remnants of a clean, organized cabin remain amongst the clothes, shoes, and books strewn across the floor. A Fleetwood Mac poster dons a wall, leaving the others lonely in the small room. A blue quilt is tugged halfway up the bed with random shirts littering the striped sheets. Amongst them sits his Macbook covered with stickers, an open Marvel comic, and a journal thrown to the side, open to a page covered in messy handwriting. 

The squeaking of the door opening sounds behind you, accompanied by heavy footsteps and labored breathing. Taking a page from his book, you plop down onto the bed and are soon enamored by the vinyl stickers on his laptop. The knot appears again in your throat as you trace the designs on the stickers, letting them grow hazy through the tears filling your eyes.

“Me cabin isn’t a very good hidin’ spot, darlin’,” Harry murmurs from behind you, but you could care less, knowing that this is where you wanted to end up all along. 

“You probably don’t know this, but I’ve wanted to be friends with you since the very first day I met you. You had this contagious happiness to you that seemed to spread to anybody you met. No matter who it was or what kind of mood they were in, they always left you with a smile on their face,” you begin, toying with the unraveling edge of a sticker showing a Fender Telecaster guitar. “You can always make me smile, and I appreciate that so much, but I saw you and Erica kiss and I . . I can’t pretend that it didn’t tear me apart, Harry.” 

“Darlin’, I told ya, ‘m not datin’ her. I did last summer, fer maybe two bloody weeks.”

“Then why-,” you begin, until he cuts you off prematurely.

“She kissed me, not tha otha way ‘round, ‘m tellin’ ya tha truth,” he nearly promises aloud, words hurried and adamant from over your shoulder. 

You begin to nod your head until your ears prick up at the sound of one of your manager’s shouting from the trail a warning about being in your own cabins past lights out. Not wasting another second there crying on his bed, you scurry away without another word to Harry, even though you were filled to the brim with them. His face consumed with worry and questions was burned into your mind for the rest of the night. 

It was the very last thing you saw until you fell asleep. 

*

You were unsure of how to feel the next day, a Friday, and you found that it was all the more harder today to avoid him. First, your groups had art time together in the Art building, and then before you could stop it, your cabins began to play together at the nearby volleyball net when you and Harry were each cleaning up after board game time in your own cabins. It was hard to stay mad at Harry, you swiftly learned, due to him really laying on the charm and fun during volleyball with the kids. You thought it would be a good idea to avoid getting in the lake again later that day, but once again, he just couldn’t stay away. 

“Not gonna swim today, are we?” he asks, brushing away sand from your towel that you occupy before he sits down next to you. 

You suffice an answer with a quick shake of your head, grateful for the minimal cover of your dark sunglasses, hoping that they hide at least some of your secrets. 

“Ah, so yer still ignorin’ me, ‘s that right?” he hums, the weight easily heard in his words. No matter what you do, you don’t look at him, but as the seconds tick by, it becomes all the harder. 

You can hear the little drip drop of the lake water pooling off of his body, probably from the lip of his mustard yellow swim trunks scattered with cartoon pineapples. Despite the anger, your insides scream at you to finally look over at him, and the entirety of his wet body. You somehow resist, keeping your eyes forward at your kids dipping in and out of the waves. When you remember the revolting sight of him kissing her, it becomes far easier to distract yourself by counting the heads of your kids for the third time in ten minutes. 

“Harry, did you convince her to come and swim?” one of Harry’s boys from Campfire asks from the shallow end. 

“No,” he groans, just at your side, and when the boy asks ‘why’, he doesn’t hold back, “How am I s’posed t’ know? Ask her, she won’t tell me anyways. She’s all crabby t’day,” he retorts, getting up and brushing the sand from his legs before stalking off to sit on the dock. He sinks down onto the wooden planks almost in the very same spot that he would every night you’d find him waiting there under the glow of the moon and the stars. 

The sight of him making one of the tanned lifeguards laugh is worsened by your reminiscent thoughts. Wishes course through your mind hastily and unwarranted, including why this has to be so hard. 

* 

Every time the cursed image would float into your subconscious once again, you would bat it away with your imaginary stick. Slowly, it began to work, and by the time dinner rolled around, you were warming up to him again, or so you thought. In your place in line, you scoped out the empty seat beside him at his table, but by the time you had gotten your food, it was filled, and with another attractive coworker from the Bat Cave cabin. 

For the second night in a row, your place next to Harry at the campfire had been stolen away from you. This time, you hadn’t meant for it to happen, and that had only made the burn sting worse. 

Instead of staying to listen to Harry lead singalongs with his Fender acoustic sat in his lap, and with the lifeguard from earlier fawning over him from your seat, you skipped your first ever nightly campfire. Comments from your kids from the last two days found their way back to you and only made you wish you were somewhere else all the more. It had grown annoying the number of times they had asked you why you wouldn’t let them play with Campfire cabin or ‘why you and Harry weren’t friends anymore.’ One incident from earlier that day at the beach had almost brought tears to your eyes, and thank God you had remembered your sunglasses today if it had succeeded. 

You had finally let your eyes stray to Harry once he had forgotten about the cute lifeguard and dove back into the water, welcomed by his campers. One of your girls ran out of the lake, water dripping from every inch of her little body. She said hi to you and asked if she could sit by you, a question you didn’t have to think about. After wrapping her Moana towel around her, she fell onto Harry’s previous seat, and soon you felt her eyes hot on your cheek. 

“Why aren’t you swimming?” she wonders aloud, pulling the towel around her front and hiding her bent legs underneath it. 

“I forgot my suit.”

“Then just go and get it in your cabin,” she insists with a shrug of her shoulders, as if it’s obvious. 

“I don’t want to swim today.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that?” she laughs, letting her shivering chin fall onto her bent knees. “But you always swim with us, and with Harry,” the little girl named Zoey says, the question heard in her voice. This time, it’s a question you can’t answer as easily as before. “It’s not as much fun without you swimming out there with us, even Harry says so.”

Again, you’re lost for words and you think she may be able to tell. You attempt to pass the time by counting your children again, but it takes longer when they’re dipping in and out of the water. Just when you think that you have most of them, you lose track once they start to move. 

“I think Harry likes you,” Zoey declares aloud, and an amused scoff hums from your lips. Your insides battle for how much value to take from her words, both wondering what a kid could know and also aware of how smart and observant they actually are. “I think he’s super cute, but I’m not old enough to be his girlfriend. I’m only eight, so I think you should be his girlfriend. Do you like him?”

“I don’t know, I think he likes somebody else,” you answer with a contradicting laugh contrite with ironic sadness. 

“I asked him and he said he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Zoey remarks, turning her head to smile up at you proudly with one eye closed shut, squinting at you through the bright rays of the summer sun. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Zoey?” you tease, turning your head to look at her, crossing your arms comically. 

“I don’t know,” she giggles, her thick and dark eyelashes clumping together from the lake water. Your hand wanders to her tanned neck dotted with freckles, laughs singing from her lips once your fingers dance across the crook of her neck. “Fine, some of us in Butterflies and Campfire are trying to get you and Harry to be boyfriend and girlfriend. We call it ‘The Fireflies Mission’ - you know Fire from Campfire cabin and Flies from Butterflies cabin. But it’s Top Secret so you can’t tell anybody I told you,” she reveals, raising a finger to her lips. 

A laugh peels from your lips until it ends abruptly, the words settling with you. The sentiment knits together within your mind and your heart comes to be involved, bringing forth the heavy warmth behind your eyes that threaten to spill onto your cheeks. 

“You guys are sweet, but don’t bother,” you say, sufficing for an answer with a dismissing wave of your hand. 

“No! You two would be so cute together, we all think so. We think Harry likes you, and don’t you think he’s cute? Come on, I bet you do,” she teases, bringing her revenge with pink chipped polished fingers crawling up your arm. 

“I do not!” 

“Yes, you do! That’s why you keep staring at him and his butt!” she insists, with a smirk missing a few teeth.

“Zoey, stop it!” you return, but your words quickly collapse into laughs that she echoes. 

“If you don’t tell him, then I will!” 

“Zo’, you don’t even know if I like him or not,” you approach sternly, but it’s wasted once a chuckle consumes your argument. 

“You so do, you two are always flirting! Just ‘cause I’m a kid doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” she argues, fire behind her crystal blue eyes. Her blonde eyebrows wiggle along her freckled forehead, wet pigtails swinging above her shoulders. “So, are you gonna tell him or not?” 

An answer escapes you, and when it does, she lets her towel fall away as she gets to her feet in a hot pink, one-piece swimsuit. Before you can stop her, her long legs dotted with bug bites, scrapes, and bruises sprint away from you. 

“Harry!” she exclaims, glancing over her shoulder to you, sticking her tongue out at you. 

“Zoey!” 

“I’m not going to,” she calls back, turning around and pulling down the white goggles over her eyes. You’re forgotten and she returns to her friend, Cammie, who’s searching for shells underwater. “Harry, I wanna be thrown in too!” Zoey continues, pulling on Cammie’s arm to follow until she’s jumping on Harry’s back where he’s crouched in the water. You look away, attention stolen by your name spoken on the walkie talkies. 

Little did you know, that within moments, Harry’s eyes were running over to you and all because of something a little birdy had said. 

* 

It was still light enough that you didn’t need your flashlight yet, the one each of you was given at the beginning of the summer, and the one that Harry had already lost little to your surprise. You could still hear his voice belting out Hey Jude at the campfire from down the trail, beginning the end consisting solely of na na’s. Slowly, the na na’s grew louder and louder, probably as Harry convinced more kids to join the terribly simple singalong, and one you had wished you were a part of. You wouldn’t want to do anything more, and yet, you knew why you couldn’t.

The reasons were shy and didn’t come to you when you asked, and with that realization, your feet begin to stray from your nightly walk to your cabin and to somewhere else. The blankets were far messier than before and now, CDs and more books joined their distraught mess. T-shirts scattered the floor and so did socks and bandanas, several that were familiar from donning his head of curls already this summer. All of the rules, both campwide and personal, flew through your head, and exited out through your other ear. You wished that so many other thoughts could do the same, but you felt yourself clinging to so many, and that you had begun to become okay with that. 

“Told ya me cabin isn’t a good hidin’ place when yer tryna t’ hide from me.” 

The voice surprises you, but not enough to bring you to turn around. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you had hoped he wouldn’t have come. The one thing that does surprise you is the fact that what doesn’t come to you is any words that feel right, and as if they belong. 

“I don’t wanna fight with ya anymo’, darlin’. Tha kids don’t like it and neitha do I. Bloody hell, look at me soundin’ like a proper dad, already,” Harry announces, the second half claimed by an awkward laugh marked by the silence you give to him. “I dunno how many times I gotta fookin’ say it, but ‘m not with Erica, or anybody else fer that matta. Ya’ve become me best friend ova tha last few weeks, and ‘m sorry that that kiss ruined that, but I wanna fix it. I don’t wanna lose me best friend ova some rubbish kiss, a kiss that I didn’t even want or initiate . . Anyways, ‘m goin’ back t’ tha bonfire. I told ‘em I was jus’ usin’ tha loo quick, but ‘ll be waitin’ at tha dock t’night, and I really hope ‘ll see ya there . . . butterfly.” 

* 

An owl cooed in the distance, joining the nightly song led by the crickets and the frogs. Somehow, the heat still lingered despite the absence of the sun, and the humidity left a stifling feeling in the air. It made you wonder why you remained here, miserable from the humid heat and mosquitoes that pestered at your skin. The fan you bought for its five different settings beckoned you to return the second your cabin door closed. Now, a ways down the trail, you almost wish you’d never left. With each step, that begins to shrink away as a nervousness overwhelms you, propelling your feet forward. A yawn lingers on your lips as the rocks and dead leaves crunch beneath your steps. 

Curses fly from your lips when your eyes land on the empty dock painted with the moonlight. Your chest falls with a long sigh when you glance to your phone that reads 10:18 pm, almost an hour late. The emotions brew inside of you as you turn on your heel quickly, backtracking your steps.

“Didn’t think ya’d show,” a voice murmurs from the darkness, making you whip around to face the pavilion where it comes from.

“I fell asleep again, I’m sorry,” you confess with a heavy voice, laden with apologies and regret. Harry steps out of the shadows with his hands hidden in the pockets of his baby pink hoodie, only a few steps away and nearing you with every second. “Please believe me, I-.”

The explanation escapes your lips and also the air when he steps forward, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“I believe ya . . butterfly, ‘s okay.”

“And Harry, I believe you too . . . when you said you didn’t kiss her. I’m sorry it took me so long to,” you admit, the overdue words diving into the air to grace his ears. 

“Thank ya, darlin’. Now, I heard sumthin’ funny from a li’l birdy earlier t’day,” he smirks and it only grows higher when you take his other hand into yours. One corner of his mouth reaches higher up his cheek as confusion knits together within your mind. “A certain sumbody had sumthin’ interestin’ t’ tell me befo’ I threw her into tha water . . Sound familiar now?”

His growing grin fills your eyes as the puzzle pieces click together almost instantly. 

“Zoey,” you grumble from behind gritted teeth as his giggle sings in your ears. “That little liar.” 

“Reckon they’ve had it out fer us tha whole summer,” he smiles. “I told her that I bet I love her counselor mo’ than she does,” he confesses hesitantly, eyes flitting away from yours with a blush filling his cheeks. 

“Harry,” you begin warmly, squeezing his hands in between your clammy pair. 

“I only wanna do this if we’re gonna really give it a try, don’t wanna ruin our friendship or have tha kids pay tha price of it not goin’ well. So no mo’ ignorin’ me when things get tough,” Harry says, pointing his stern eyes at you, but you hardly notice because of the words he speaks. “No if’s, and’s, or but’s, got it?” he finishes, reciting his catch phrase he uses with the boys in his cabin.

“Got it,” you smile, feeling as if your lips couldn’t reach higher, but they do when his come to meet yours. They’re sweeter than you had imagined, and softer. The nostalgic smell of sunscreen clings to his skin, almost hidden by the strong scent of the bonfire you always smelled on him during your nights on the dock. The troubles from the last few days melt away upon his lips, and all traces escape when his arms come around you. 

“How bad d’ya reckon they’ll freak when we tell ‘em?” he wonders aloud after breaking the kiss, pulling you against his warm chest. 

“Wait, you think we should tell them?”

“Ya, we gotta, seein’ as their Fireflies Mission worked and ev’rythin’. We’ll just leave out tha part where we did all the hard work,” he snickers from above you, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“How’d you find out about their mission?” you giggle against his chest, the tassels to his hoodie digging into your cheek.

“Cuz they’re not very good at keepin’ secrets, just like they’re counselors,” Harry chuckles, pulling one from your mouth as well. “C’mon, let’s go. I think tha beers I brought might still be cold.”

A soft ‘okay’ leaves your lips to meet the air as he pulls on your hand to follow him, the first grains of sand tickling at your toes as you ruminate on how you haven’t felt this okay in quite a long time.

All thanks to your special little firefly, the best friend to your very own butterfly. 

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles oneshot #blurb #oneshot #harry styles wattpad #counselor!harry #camp!harry #summer camp!harry #teacher!harry #fanfiction #wattpad #camp counselors #summer camp #camp romance #writing #narrymccartney writes #my writing #keep

[shifuaang]

If you want to…Zukka! And Ursa/June 👀 (yes I really just want you to say more about them)

Hello friend!

Let's rant about Zukka for a moment, shall we?

I have a lot of issues with the ship itself, one of them simply being that I don't see the chemistry. Sokka liked Zuko for a total of seven episodes in the series and even then was using him as a punching bag most of the time. Most of their conversations are about their respective girlfriends. There are some ships that I genuinely dislike that are more believable and have more of a canon basis than Zukka. They should have stayed a rarepair.

But the main grievance I take with Zukka is with the shippers themselves.

This doesn't go for all Zukka shippers of course, but I feel like a lot of it is rooted in misogyny and the pairing of two mostly traditionally masculine, conventionally attractive men which happens a lot in fandom. As a result of this, they end up projecting A LOT of Aang's traits onto Zuko or Katara's traits onto Sokka and exalt Zuko and Sokka as the most progressive characters when Aang is the least gender conforming and Katara is the feminist heroine of the story. The people they're shipping simply aren't Zuko and Sokka in any capacity. And it's super frustrating how these shallow, fabricated versions of genuinely great, well-written characters have become so pervasive in the fandom. Zuko is not a pathetic femboy who needs a 'manly man' to take care of him. This, coupled with the spicy hot headcanon that 'Zuko taught Sokka how to read', offers a small insight into the racist takes that are unfortunately and uncomfortably popular among Zukka shippers.

They flood the tags and saturate every inch of the fandom even where they aren't invited. They have the mentality of 'our ship has explicit canon proof and if you don't like it, you're homophobic' and were the ones who started the 'Katara is a homophobe' headcanon. (Which a lot of them have backpedaled on and called a joke, but there are like pages of meta dedicated to it on tumblr.) I've seen them blame the writers of 'queerbaiting' them, and the false crusading for gay rights really bothers me.

Zukka shippers also HATE Jet, and there are a lot of Zukka fics that make Jet Zuko's abusive ex for no other reason other than there is canon evidence that Jet possibly had a crush on Zuko and Jetko was the main mlm Zuko ship before Zukka took over. They tend to sideline or demonize Mai, making her a surrogate for Zuko and Sokka so that they can have a kid or 'shipping' Mailee or [insert interchangeable wlw ship here] just to get her out of the way. They similarly sideline Aang and have a very limited understanding of his character, assigning significant Zukaang moments to Zukka instead (ie interactions with the Blue Spirit and rainbow fire).

So yeah, I generally really dislike Zukka sans a handful of shippers who liked them before the ATLA Renaissance and respect the fact that Zukka was only ever meant to be a fun lil crackship.

MOVING ON

Ursa x June is my next big brain venture! I'm so excited to write about them, and the possibilities are endless. I am always a sucker for reluctant travel companions falling in love. The tension, the yearning, the close proximities... I can't get enough of it! And I think June would offer and represent this sense of freedom, individuality, and authority that Ursa ached for growing up under certain restrictions and expectations. And June being Zuko's stepmom is honestly the funniest shit ever.

#anti zukka #just to be safe lol #ask meme #ursa x june #ladytortillachip #long post #rant

[eydika]

eydika’s name list 2.0

more... names because the first name list I made isn’t enough anymore

A

Abaddon

Abbey / Abbie

Abel

Ace

Ada

Adam

Adrien

Agnes

Aiden

Akari

Alaska

Alchemy

Alec / Alex / Alexa

Alessi / Alessia

Alexis

Aliana / Alianna

Alice

Alison

Alistair

Alivia

Allie / Ally

Alpha

Alya

Amber

Amelia

Amity

Amos

Amy

Andie / Andy

Andrew

Andromeda

Angel

Anita

Anna / Anne

Annabelle / Annie

Apollo

Apple

Apricot

April

Archer / Archie

Arden

Ares

Argus

Ariel

Aron / Aaron / Auron

Arrow

Artemis

Arthur

Artis

Arya

Ash / Asher

Aspen / Aspyn

Astrid

Athena

Atlas

Atticus

Aubrey / Audrey

Audio

Auger

Auggie

August

Aurelia

Aurora

Austin

Autumn

Ava / Avaline / Avalon / Aveline

Avery / Avrey

Aya

B

Baby

Barbie

Basil

Bea / Bee

Bean

Beatrice / Beatriz

Bébé

Beck / Beckett

Beetle

Bella / Belle

Beryl

Betty

Bijou

Billie

Birdie

Bishop

Bitter

Blair / Blaire

Blaise

Bloom

Blue / Blu

Boheme

Bonnie

Bowie

Briar

Bridget

Brina

Brody

Bryson

Bunny

Byron

C

Cade / Cadea / Caden

Cairo

Cal / Calum

Caleb

Callie

Calliope

Calvin

Cameron

Candace

Canopy

Carly / Carlie

Carol / Caroline

Carter

Casper

Cassandra

Cassius

Catherine

Celia

Cetus

Chance

Charlotte

Cherry

China

Chip

Chloe

Cian

Cinnamon

Civet

Clara / Clary / Clarabelle

Claire

Clementine

Cleo

Clover

Cobalt

Colby

Colt / Colten

Constance

Cooper

Cora

Corey

Corvus

Cosmo

Cricket

Cynthia

Cyra

Cyrus

D

Dacre

Daisy

Dakota

Dalia

Dallas

Damien

Dana

Dandelion

Dandy

Dante

Daphne

Darby / Darcy

Darius

Darla

Davina / Divina

Davos

Dawn

Deacon

Deb

December

Deja

Delaney

Delta

Demi

Denim

Denver

Desmond

Dexter

Diego

Digit

Dion / Dior

DJ

Doe

Domino

Donna

Doran

Dorothy / Dot / Dottie

Douglas

Dune

Dusk

Dylan

E

Eachan

Ebele

Ebony

Echo

Eden

Edris

Effi / Effie

Egan

Elijah

Eliza

Ella / Ellie

Elliot

Ellis

Elodie

Elsbeth / Elspeth

Elsie

Elyse

Embla

Emily

Emlyn

Emma

Emmett

Emory

Erica

Erin

Ernest

Ernie

Esryn

Estelle

Ethan

Eugene

Eva / Eve / Evie

Evan

Evangeline

F

Fae / Fee

Faith

Fawn

Fawke

Felix

Fenris

Fergus

Ferris

Fig / Figgy

Finbar

Fizz

Fletcher

Fleur

Flint

Flora / Florence

Forrest

Fox

Frankie

Freya

G

Gage

Gaia

Gavin

Gemma

Gene / Genesis / Genevieve

Gigi

Gil

Giselle

Gladys

Gloom

Gloria / Glory

Goldie

Grace / Gracie

Greta

Griffin

Gus

H

Hadley

Hailey

Hana

Harlow

Harmony

Harper

Hawk

Hayden

Hazel

Hector

Henley

Henry

Hera / Hero

Honey / Honeydew

Hope

Hunter

I

Ian / Ion

Idris

Ieni

Iesha

Illori

Ilya

Imelda

Imogen

Imp

India

Indira

Ingrid

Irina

Iris

Isaac

Isara

Isla

Ivory / Ivy

Izzy

J

Jack / Jackie

Jade

Jake

Janice / Janis

Jason

Jasper

Jay / Joy

Jenan

Jericho

Jerry

Jibo

Jill

Jinx

Joan

Jude / Judith

Juleka

Juli / Julip

June / Juno

Juniper

Jupiter

Justice

K

Kaiven

Kale

Kappa

Kayla

Kellen

Kelly

Kes

Kimber

Kitana

Kitty

Kiwi

Knox

Kris

Kristy / Kirsty

Krull

Kumo

L

Laken

Lana

Lapse

Lark

Laurel

Lavender

Lemon

Lenka

Leo / Leon / Leonie

Levitt

Liberty

Lilac

Lilith

Lima

Lindsey

Locus / Lotus

Lottie

Luca / Luka

Lucia / Lucie / Lucy

Lucille

Lucky

Luis

Luna / Louna

Luther

Lux

Lynn

M

Mabel / Mable / Maple

Madison

Mae / May

Maeve

Magnolia

Mango

Mantis

March

Marcia / Marcy

Margaux / Margo / Margot

Marina

Marion

Marley

Marmalade

Mars

Martha

Mary

Mason

Maude

Maura

Maxine

Maya

Meadow

Medea

Melancholia

Melba

Memphis

Mercedes

Mercy

Mick

Milan

Milla

Millenia

Milo

Mina / Mona

Minerva

Minnie

Minnow

Miron

Misery

Mona

Monday

Montgomery

Monty

Morrigan

Morwenna

Myrtle

N

Nana

Nancy

Nasira

Nate

Nathaniel

Naveed

Navy

Ned

Nefarian

Ness

Nestor

Never

Newt

Nikki

Noah

Nora

Norma

Nova

Nutmeg

Nye

Nyx

O

Octa

October

Odessa

Olive / Olivia

Ollie

Omega

Omen

Onyx

Opal

Ophelia

Oriana / Orion

Oscar / Oskar

Otis

Owen

Ozzy / Ozzie

P

Paige

Paisley

Parker

Pat / Pattie

Paula / Paola

Pea / Peach

Pebble

Penelope

Pepper

Pepsi

Percy

Petrichor

Philippa

Philomena

Phoebe

Phoenix

Piccolo

Pip / Piper

Pixie

Poe

Pollux

Pomeline

Poppy

Portia

Primrose

Q

Queen

Quentin

Quibble

Quincy

Quinn

R

Rachel

Radian

Ransom

Raven

Ray

Razzia

Rebus / Remus

Reverie

Rhubarb

Rick

Rider / Ryder

Rigby

Rilla

Roach

Robin

Rory

Rosa / Rosalie

Rose

Roux

Rowan

Roxanne / Roxie / Roxy

Ruben

Ruby

Rune

S

Sabina / Sabine / Sabrina

Sable

Sadie

Saffron

Sage / Saige

Salem

Sam / Samantha / Sammie

Savant

Savian

Scarlett

Scotty

Scout

Sean

Sesame

Shea

Skye / Skylar

Sloane

Solomon

Spencer

Sprout

Star

Stella

Sunny

Sybil

Syc

Symphony

T

Tabea

Tabitha / Tabs

Tali / Talia

Tasha

Tate

Tau

Temper

Tharan

Theodora / Theodosia

Theros

Thimble

Thirteen

Thorn

Tia

Tilda

Tina

Topaz

Tora / Torian

Trinity

Trixie

Trope

Tulip

Turnip

Twig

U

Ukiyo

Umara

Umbra

Ursa

V

Valentin

Valerie

Valora

Vargas

Vaughn

Vector

Vega / Vegas

Velvet

Venus

Vera

Vernon

Vesper

Vinette

Violet

Vivek

Volt

W

Waverly

Wednesday

Wendy

Wes

Whisper

William

Willow

Winnie

Winona

Winter

Wish

Wren

X + Y + Z

Xena / Xenia

Xeno / Xenos

Yuki

Yuri

Zafira

Zaria

Zephyr

Zero

Zoe / Zoelle

Zona

Zyra

LAST NAMES

Abbot

Abernathy

Alton

Arcanum

Ashe

Astor

Badger

Balker

Bass

Bennett

Benton

Blake

Bleu

Blunt

Blythe

Cable

Cabot

Cain

Carter

Carver

Castillo

Choi

Clemonte

Coldwell

Collins

Colt

Craft

Craven

Crimson

Croft

Dabney

Danvers

Dayholt

Delpy

Driver

Dyer

Eades

Edge

Epithet

Epps

Evert

Farley

Fell

Fenner

Fig

Finch

Findlay

Fletcher

Foley

Fowler

Fray

Freud

Frost

Geller

Gill

Guest

Hale

Hapley

Harp

Hart

Hearst

Hooper

Hunt

Hyde

Ivy

Jinx

Keller

Kersey

Kingsley

Knight

Knox

Kraft

Krav

Laveau

Lecter

Lock / Lockwood

Lowell

Lush

Marr

Mills

Mist

Morgan

Morrison

Murray

Myers

Oaks

Patel

Pierce

Pike

Powell

Price

Pruitt

Quint

Quiver

Random

Ripley

Ryder

Sears

Sloane

Sparks

Stele

Strom

Sutton

Talbot

Tate

Thorne

Twig

Twist

Tycho

Utley

Valentine

Vance

Vaughn

Vos

Walker

Wallow

Weaver

Webb

Wiley

Wilkes

Winston

Wreath

Wright

Wrong

York

Zella

Zepeda

#text #list #names #reference #inspo