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thief-of-eggs · 22 days
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Thinking about how Zuko almost never laughs in canon. And how Sokka takes alot of his identity from being the “funny one”, the one who can always lighten a mood and make people smile.
Thinking about a Sokka who makes it his mission to get Zuko to even so much as smile. Laughter is his goal, but he’ll take even just a soft smile if he can get it.
He doesn’t know why it irks him so much, that smiles so rarely grace Zuko’s face, that laughter is so rarely heard from the teen Firelord.
But Sokka knows he wants to hear it. Needs to hear it. He can’t explain it- maybe it’s because Zuko is the one person who doesn’t so easily laugh at his jokes- but it becomes an obsession for him.
Over time, Sokka becomes the only person who can wheedle out a genuine laugh from Zuko. The only one who can ease his worry-lined face into softness, who can make a smile appear on his pressed thin lips.
Zuko starts to seek him out, whenever he’s feeling particularly worn down. When pressure sinks into his bones, when tension weighs on his shoulders like the goddamn earth itself- it’s Sokka’s easy smile and quick wit that he seeks.
Before long, they’re both spending every free second they can find in eachother’s company. Sokka stops trying to get Zuko to laugh just to feel better about himself- he starts trying to get him to laugh just because he loves the sound. And Zuko stops seeking Sokka out just because he knows he’ll feel a little calmer from his jokes- he seeks him out because he knows he’ll feel at peace from Sokka.
It’s slow, the way they fall in love. It doesn’t happen overnight. It’s not a flash, no collision that leaves them dazed.
It’s a snowball of little moments. It’s shared laughs and small smiles, it’s leaned on shoulders and quiet evenings where neither utters a word.
It’s slow, but that’s the kind of love that lasts. They wade into the water instead of diving straight in, and by the time they reach the deep end- they both find that they’ve learned how to swim.
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zukkaflowers · 4 months
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middle aged zukka have to share a bed but they lie parallel, untouching, both their minds racing thinking about i’ve loved him for years and years and years it’s too late to do anything; if i move he will know if i touch him he will know if i breathe he will know and. i can’t let him know. if i look at him from this short distance there’s no way he won’t be able to tell in my eyes that he’s the center of my soul. if our hands brush and he hears the hitch in my breath. if we wake and i am curled towards him. maybe he can hear my thoughts; maybe he already knows. maybe he can feel my pounding heart forcing ripples through the mattress. maybe he remembers my blush as the lights went out. maybe he knows and he’s embarrassed. maybe he knows and he’s repulsed.
i can’t let him know.
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muffinlance · 1 year
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Kidnapped Zuko? Rescued by Gaang who dont know who he is and he has to hide his identity.
Okay, so. There’s already a teenager down in Commander Muttonchop’s brig. This fact is so far past concerning it’s wrapped around to let’s-not-think-too-hard-about-this hilarity, and Sokka finds himself grinning, and offering the guy a good ol’ fashioned Water Tribe wrist shake through the bars. They’re neighbors, after all.
“Hello, Fellow Prisoner. What are you in for?”
“I, uh,” says Fellow Prisoner, who is clearly undersocialized from his time in here. He’s looking a little grimy around the edges of his all-black outfit, and the bruises on him have had time to get newer, fresher bruises on top, which is just. That is all kinds of reassuring. Oh, and the giant fiery facial scar. Also reassuring. Though at least that one’s a few years old. So… inflicted when he was, what, Aang’s age?
So reassured, is feeling Sokka, for the Fire Nation’s upcoming hospitality.  
“Uh,” repeats Fellow Prisoner, who is uncoiling a little in the direction of Sokka’s offered hand. As if Sokka was trying to coax him out, and hadn’t just sort of forgotten he was holding it there while his thoughts were doing their downward spiral. But hey, one man’s desperate attempts to keep his cool were another man’s offer of friendship. Fellow Prisoner grasped his wrist and shook it, in both the most technically correct and least experienced Water Tribe wrist clasp Sokka has ever experienced. 
“Zhao thinks I was stealing military correspondence,” the guy says.
“Were you stealing military correspondence?” asks Sokka.
“Only his,” scowls Fellow Prisoner, to whom Sokka takes an immediate liking. “...What did you do? To get arrested. But not killed. He doesn’t usually…”
So, so reassured.
“Oh, you know,” Sokka says, continuing to shake wrists, because it is becoming clear that Fellow Prisoner has no idea how long this is supposed to last and Sokka isn't going to be the one to stop him. “The usual. Found the Avatar. Became traveling companions. Got captured doing something definitely heroic that did not in anyway involve excessive screaming of an unmanly pitch.”
“...The Avatar?” says Fellow Prisoner, who clearly knows how to focus on the important points.
“I’m bait,” says Sokka.
“For the Avatar.”
To be fair, Sokka is still a little stuck on that point, too. It’s been a few weeks, but he still wakes up too-hot in the night and wondering why the stars above him aren’t quite right.
“Yep,” he confirms.
Fellow Prisoner’s face does a thing. A sort of processing, processing, processing thing that involves progressively more scowling. “The Avatar left you? I knew the old man must be a coward.”
“So,” Sokka says, “about that.”
Fellow Prisoner drinks up Sokka’s story like a man who’s spent three years in a desert searching for water. 
- - -
(It’s been two and half years.)
- - - 
Their escape involves a significantly higher swords-to-escapees ratio than Sokka had anticipated, which is distractingly epic. 
Also, the last-minute bison save is both the stupidest thing his little sister could have possibly done and very welcome, which means that Sokka is going to catch his breath and let some of his adrenaline fade before channeling his inner Gran-Gran for a lecture. 
Fellow Prisoner sheaths both his swords. And kind of stares, rather than sitting down, so Sokka pulls him over before the bison turbulence (read: catapult dodging) can do the job. This does nothing to interrupt the staring. 
“Hi,” says Aang, looking back from Appa’s head. “I’m Aang! What’s your name?”
“...Li?”
Under the sunlight, Fellow Prisoner’s eyes glint gold. He is… very Fire Nation-y looking, now that there is enough light to see him. And he is warmer against Sokka’s side than anyone not feverish should be, even in the ridiculous heat these northerners call ‘winter’.
“Are you a firebender?” asks Aang, like that question hasn’t spent decades earning its status as an insult.
“Uh,” says Li.
“Great!” says Aang, who has already figured out Li-speak. “I need a teacher!”
On the deck below them, Zhao has gone from shouting to laughing. 
Sokka continues to be reassured.
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feral-jackdaw · 2 months
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The Firelord's Morning Routine
A little Zukka fluff for y'all
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Zuko murmured, kissing Sokka's forehead softly. “Time to wake up.”
It's been nearly two hours since he himself got out of bed. He was the one who rises with the sun, after all. Every morning, while Sokka was still asleep, Zuko would just sit at his desk in silence and try to do some of his Firelord work. It was pretty hard in these conditions, though. Zuko found it nearly impossible to look away from sleeping Sokka, with messy hair, drooling all over the pillow; such an adorable view.
Sokka groaned, without even opening his eyes.
“Come on, darling, it's getting late,” Zuko continued, kissing Sokka again, this time on the cheek.
Eventually, Sokka lifted his eyelids, revealing a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, and he reached out to Zuko. Zuko climbed on the bed and pulled him into a hug.They stayed like that for a while, without saying anything. Zuko just kept running his fingers through Sokka's hair, quietly admiring how soft it felt.
“Did you sleep well?” Zuko asked eventually, pulling away to look at his boyfriend.
“Mhm,” Sokka replied.
But Zuko knew he was lying. He'd already learnt to tell, to pick up all the subtle signs.
“Did your leg keep you awake again?” he asked.
Sokka didn't respond.
“Sokka.” Zuko cupped the boy's face, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Why didn't you wake me up, silly?”
“I'm sorry,” Sokka replied. “I just... You haven't been getting enough sleep recently, it didn't seem right to wake you up,” he admitted.
“So it seemed more right to lay there and suffer?” Zuko countered. It broke his heart to know that Sokka was in pain, and he couldn't help him. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little,” Sokka replied.
Zuko already knew that a little actually means a lot.
“Alright, gimme,” he commanded.
Soka laid down and Zuko put a pillow under his injured leg. Then he summonned some warmth to his hands and placed them around Sokka's knee, massaging it gently.
“Better?” he asked after a while.
There was no response. Zuko looked up at Sokka's face and realized that he had fallen asleep.
“I'll take that as a yes,” Zuko lauged, putting a blanket over his sleeping boyfriend. He then wanted to return to his desk and carry on with his work, but the bed seemed so soft and comfy... No, being the Firelord can wait. Instead, Zuko crawled under the blanket and cuddled up to Sokka. And together they finally got some well deserved sleep.
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beachytablecloth · 21 days
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23 is shampoo bottles by peach pit!! enjoy some post breakup zukka:
It’s so stupid. So stupid. 
But Zuko’s been gone for 2 months and Sokka still can’t throw out his shit. 
And boy, did he leave a lot of it here. He left in a rush, angry and tearful and hurt, packing as much as he could into his beat-up duffle bag. So Sokka’s not surprised that Zuko forgot a lot. 
But he is surprised that he never came back, either for the stuff, or for Sokka. 
It’s Sokka’s apartment, but Zuko is everywhere.
His ridiculously expensive shampoo is still on the shelf in the shower. Extra spicy ramen packets haunt a deep corner of Sokka’s cabinet. He left a pair of shoes here, and his favorite fucking sweater, that prick, and a scented candle that’s half melted and smells like summer. 
It’s not that much. Maybe enough to fill a box or two. But it’s too much. 
Clearly Zuko doesn’t care. If he cared, wouldn’t he have called by now? Wouldn’t he have asked Sokka to drop his stuff off somewhere, or ship it to him? Wouldn’t he have made some kind of an effort?
But he hasn’t called. He hasn’t texted. And it’s been so long now that Sokka wouldn’t even know how to break the radio silence even if he wanted to. 
So he should really just throw all this shit out. 
(He can’t.)
thank you grace <3
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redrobin-detective · 10 months
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Cloudmates
Zuko had felt alone most of his life.
He didn’t have many friends growing up in the palace, mostly leeching off the ones Azula brought home from school. Azula was a nightmare to talk to, you never knew what she was thinking and every word was a potential weapon in her arsenal. Father certainly didn’t make him feel like he belonged. Even Uncle, for all his patience and kindness, sometimes seemed to look past Zuko, to the man he could be rather than the scared kid he was. Mother had been the only one who seemed to truly see Zuko. The best parts of his childhood were spent describing whatever interest of the moment he had while his mother combed his hair and encouraged him to continue. He’d never felt more comfortable, happy and free as he had in those small, simple moments. Once she left, there really wasn't anyone Zuko felt comfortable being himself with. 
Even when his father made him the most recognizable person in the world, Zuko had never felt more invisible. He dug into the hurt of his wounds, both physical and emotional, and put up the front everyone was expecting of the banished prince on an impossible mission. He felt like an actor in a play, playing a part he hadn’t rehearsed and wasn’t prepared for. The more he tried to mold himself into the kind of prince his father wanted of him, the more he wanted to claw out of his own skin. 
Leaving the Fire Nation and joining the Avatar wasn’t supposed to change anything. He felt more settled, more sure that he was finally on the right path but he still felt like a puppet in someone else’s story. Zuko was prepared to do his duty to the world by training the Avatar before retreating back to solitude. He wasn’t prepared for Sokka.
It started with swords. Sokka had been incredibly unsubtle in his admiration of them from the moment Zuko had joined the group. He’d probably thought the blades had just been for show and thought it would be funny to see an ashmaker clumsily try to use them. Zuko will admit to a bit of cruel satisfaction when he thoroughly trounced Sokka in their spar. The feeling didn’t last, it made him feel too much like Azula. Luckily, Sokka didn’t take the loss badly. In fact, he looked downright ecstatic. 
From that point on, it wasn’t unusual to see Sokka eagerly bouncing on the sidelines as he waited for Aang’s firebending lessons to conclude. Zuko thought he would be annoyed at the intrusion on his time but instead he found himself almost looking forward to it. And if he ended Aang’s training early a few times, well, he doubted the young monk was bothered by it.
Working together and almost dying at the Boiling Rock was what really cemented their relationship. Now it wasn’t just swords, Sokka seemed to come to him for everything. They talked constantly, about anything and everything. Zuko thinks he spoke more over a few days in that temple than he ever did in his weeks back at the palace. Just when he’d thought he’d run out of words or opinions, Sokka would ask another question and more would pour out. 
The water tribe boy was creative and filled with ideas from the bombastic to the mundane. Zuko was a living furnace, stubborn and was pretty decent at physics and calculations. It didn’t take long for them to start supplementing their discussions with tools and inventions. He’d always done things for grand purposes, the idea of just fiddling with pieces of junk while talking seemed an insane waste of time. Zuko loved it.
When he was with Sokka, Zuko felt both smarter and more stupid than he’d ever been. The best part was he didn’t even care which was which.
“We’re - I’m so, so sorry,” Zuko apologized, shaking and fully prepared to beg for mercy on his hands and knees. Sokka was still partially stuck to the wall as Aang and Toph tried to free him, leaving Zuko the unenviable task of preventing Katara from killing them. Katara had gotten more lenient of him since he’d first joined but he didn’t want to test his luck. She was frowning, her lips pressed tightly together as she tried using her bending to pull at the sticky tangle of goop he and Sokka had made out of her hair. To be honest, in the later half of the experiment, he’d plain forgotten what it had been for in the first place.
“You-” she snapped before taking a deep breath and calming herself. “It’s fine,” she said through gritted teeth that said nothing about the situation was fine. “I know this is mostly Sokka’s handiwork. I’ve had to deal with his nonsense my whole life, you’re just helping make the explosions bigger.”
Zuko winced as Katara turned herself away from him. “You know, Sokka has been the oldest boy in our tribe for years since our men went to war. Plus Sokka has always been a bit, well, you know how he is. Until we left the South Pole, he’d never really had any other guys his age to do his weird things with.”
“What about Aang?” Zuko blinked, confused by the non sequitur. Was he going to be made into an ice kabob or not? He needed to ask Sokka what they’d been making before he could die.
“Oh Sokka loves Aang but Aang isn’t going to help him use my best cooking pot to make some sort of spirit blasted nightmare goo,” Katara sighed roughly. “You're off the hook today, just keep my idiot brother safe and please try to tone down, whatever it is you two are always getting up to.”
Zuko didn’t understand the interaction. He asked Sokka about it who also didn’t seem to understand it. They talked at length, again, about crazy prodigy younger sisters. Then Sokka started questioning where they went wrong with their concoction. They sat and worked through the problem until Angi’s blessing could be seen cresting over the horizon.
All too soon, the comet was upon them and the war was over. Zuko knows it was incredibly, horribly selfish of him to say that he wished it could have gone on just a little bit longer. For the first time he had friends; he felt safe and seen in their company. There had never been someone like Sokka in his life - not since his mother - but he wouldn’t dream of talking to mom about some of the things he’d told Sokka. 
Zuko had whispered to the other boy his deepest fears, his regrets, the sources of his shame and pain. He’d told stories he’d never spoken aloud and it was like purging his body of poison, painful but necessary. Zuko had presented all of his weaknesses on a platter for Sokka to abuse and instead got understanding, some very angry tears on his behalf and trust to hold Sokka’s own secrets. It felt so freeing to place so much of himself in another person’s hands and to have it be protected instead of broken. 
The first week after the comet was filled with joy and anxiety as they celebrated a world without war while also struggling to actually end the war. He worked tirelessly during the day, sending out letters and pulling back troops and letting Katara heal him at night. Throughout everything, his friends were always close at hand. It was the most peace Zuko had ever felt in his entire life. He could have lived in those small moments forever. If he’d known it could be like this, he’d have defected the first moment he’d landed at the South Pole. 
Of course, nothing good ever stayed for long with Zuko. Aang had Avatar duties, Toph was obligated to see her parents and the Water Tribe siblings needed to get back to their slowly rebuilding tribe. Zuko’s heart ached at the thought of seeing them leave, of being alone again. He loved them all in their own way but Zuko could admit that he would miss Sokka most of all. Besides Uncle, he was probably Zuko’s most treasured person. 
On the morning they were planning to leave, Zuko was walking down the long hallways of his empty palace. He was bracing himself for the pain and loneliness that was to come. He should have known better than to get attached but he had always been a slow learner. His main goal was to avoid crying until after they were airborne. 
“Hey Fire Lord Jerkbender,” Sokka grinned, flinging an arm around Zuko’s shoulder. He still wasn’t all that used to friendly touch but Sokka always seemed to be the exception. He leaned into it, savoring it before the long goodbye he didn’t know when he’d see the end to. “I hope you’re ready for some tears because Aang is absolutely gonna start crying which will set Katara off and they’ll just become a big puddle. Toph will get punchy and Suki will make the whole thing way more intense than it needs to be. It’s gonna take forever, might even be pushed back to lunch and we’ll have to do it all over again.”
“And what about you?” Zuko asked casually, like he didn’t care. Not at all.
“I want to say I’ll be big and tough and act like it doesn’t affect me,” Sokka shrugged with the arm wrapped around Zuko’s shoulder. “But Katara and I have never been separated for more than a few days since we were born and Aang and Toph have basically become my younger siblings who I would literally die to protect and I know Suki is coming back but-”
“Sokka, what are you talking about?” Zuko asked, shooting him a look. “You’re going with.”
“Oh uh no, I was actually planning on staying with you, here in the Fire Nation.” Zuko gaped at him and Sokka scratched at his hair sheepishly. “The others know which is why this is gonna drag out and I’m only now realizing I forgot to talk to you about it so uh, hey, can I crash at your stupidly big palace for a while? If, uh, that’s okay with you?”
Zuko ought to scream for joy, sequester Sokka deep in the palace before he could change his mind. If he wasn’t already in the process of returning all the lands his family had conquered, he’d offer them to Sokka right now just to keep him here. 
“Don’t you want to go home? See your family?” He asked instead because more than anything, he just wanted his friend to be happy.
“I mean yeah and I will but Zuko, I can’t leave you here to run a country all by yourself. You’re a fancy dancy firebender but you missed out on the fine art of politics-bending,” Sokka said with a little smirk. “I miss things about home but it seems, I don’t know, kinda small now after all I’ve seen. I can’t just go back to making ice forts and penguin sledding like none of this ever happened. Besides, it would feel wrong being there without my sword bending partner, inventing buddy, human heat pack and best friend?”
“I’m your best friend?” Zuko asked quietly.
“Well yeah,” Sokka blushed. “Like the world leader stuff is cool and important but I’m really just staying for you. Don’t tell Toph this but you’re kind of my favorite member of Team Avatar.”
Zuko’s goal is thoroughly on fire. He didn’t even get to the goodbyes before he started crying.
They celebrate the one year anniversary of Ozai’s defeat in Ba Sing Se. It had been hard to make arrangements for everyone to be here but it had been worth it. In the back of the Jasmine Dragon was a small, well maintained garden for outdoor seating on nice days. They’ve moved all the tables aside and were sprawled on the grass, sitting around a fire pit. Just like the good old days, only better.
Sokka had been telling an overly exaggerated story about Fire Sage Reijiro’s reaction to catching Sokka trying to steal scrolls from the Dragon Bone Catacombs. He was lounging in Zuko’s lap; he expertly dodged Sokka’s flailing hands as he told his story, coaxing bigger laughs out of his audience.
“I still have no idea how you smooth talked your way out of that,” Zuko sighed at the end. “I thought I was gonna have to send you back to the South Pole extra crispy.” Everyone laughed at that. Sokka had taught him how to tell jokes now, one of the many things he’d learned over the past year. 
“You know, Zuko,” Aang said with a thoughtful smile, “I think you and Sokka are cloudmates.”
“Huh?” Zuko and Sokka asked at the same time. He gently brushed aside some loose strands of hair from Sokka’s face so it didn’t get in his eye.
“Is this a romance thing because I know I’m rather impressive but I don’t know if I have what it takes to make an honest man of the Fire Lord,” Sokka said with an eye roll. Zuko flicked his ear.
“I mean it can be,” Aang said, leaning back to look at the pink clouds floating above them. “It’s… How do I explain? Sometimes when you look up at the clouds, you can’t tell one from the other. They become so blended that it eventually becomes just one big cloud. Cloudmates are people who are made of the same stuff, who get along so easily, so naturally it’s like one person in two bodies.” The rest of them blinked and also started looking at the heap of clouds.
“I’m intrigued,” Sokka nodded, stroking at his chin. “State your evidence for the court, Avatar.”
“I don’t know if you can have evidence for this sort of thing, you just feel it,” Aang shrugged. “I guess I first thought you guys might be as far back as the Western Air Temple. I mean, you did kinda try and steal away my firebending teacher, Sokka. After all this time, seeing you two more, I think I’m certain now. You’re your own person, with unique ideas and experiences but you’re also something else, something better, together. You’re not just Sokka or Zuko but you’re also Zuko&Sokka.” Aang continued.
“I mean we all are made up of the same bits, bone and blood and squishy organs,” Sokka frowned thoughtfully, his eyes flicking up to Zuko’s. “What do you think, Your Royal Fieriness? Is my cloud all mixed up with your cloud?”
Zuko wasn’t sure he was a cloud. He’d been a victim, a prince, a traitor, a teacher and the biggest idiot the world had ever seen. He’d felt like he’d been so many things in so little time, too much of him and his shame piling up to fit into one person. But to think he was something like Sokka, by far one of the cleverest, bravest, kindest people he’d known, maybe there was hope for him yet. 
“I suppose,” Zuko said flippantly, “that your cloud and my cloud may intermingle but only if you promise when you get back to the South Pole that you will prepare a room for me. As Fire Lord, I need to see for myself that diplomatic matters with my fellow nations are being handled correctly.” He grinned down at his friend. “I will need to speak to someone important about reparations and moving forward. Know someone who can work with me?”
“Oh, I think I know a guy,” Sokka laughed back. Overhead, the pink dusted clouds gently moved past in a big pile, separate but intrinsically linked.
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transboysokka · 2 months
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It’s simple. Mako is hot. Wing is hot. Iroh II is hot.
Instant ships.
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petricorah · 9 months
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zukka ficlet - knee pain 1.6k
“Bleeding hog monkeys,” Sokka cursed through gritted teeth as the leather strap on his knee brace finally snapped off. It had been weakened in their last fight with Fire Nation stragglers. A few groups were less than excited about the new fire lord’s orders—aka, to stop the attempt at world domination—and had finally decided to fight back. The gaang had been traveling the past few months to subdue them. Sokka insisted he was going to help, even though his knee, still wounded from falling during their fight with the airships, wasn’t as agreeable than his mind. Putting aside his slight lack of speed and faulty reactions in battle, it was causing him insurmountable pain. He had engineered a knee brace to help, and it had reduced the stress on his joints and allowed him to fight closer to his previous abilities, but the brace was now nothing more than a tattered mess of singed leather and half melted buckles.
Sokka balled up the frayed array of straps and chuckled it into the river he was sitting next to—an action that sent pain clambering up his leg, and making him yelp with a certain high pitched sound that certainly wasn’t manly.
“Sokka?”
Sokka immediately flinched into upright position. “Z-Zuko,” he chirped, attempting to casually lean against the rock he was standing near as Zuko emerged from the woods. “Fire Lord Zuko. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Zuko rolled his eyes and walked up. “I told you to stop calling me that." He came to a stop in front of him, and Sokka couldn't help but admire him. His hair was getting even longer now, and it suited him.
It had been quite some time since the coronation. Lots of time together, working to undo the damage his father had done. Both by his side in the fire nation as his ambassador, and now, traveling again. So much had changed, and while he certainly looked more regal now, with his long hair and patterned robes, he still made Sokka's heart race like he had at boiling rock all that time ago. Perhaps even more so, as they'd continued to get closer as they worked—
"Dinner’s almost gone, and you weren’t back yet.” A teasing smile played at Zuko's lips, despite his attempts to appear stoic and wise. “I thought you were stuck in a hole.”
“Hey!” Sokka said, with an accusing wave of his finger. “You weren’t there for that.”
“Toph told me,” Zuko said. “Several times.”
Sokka clicked his tongue in embarrassment, feeling his cheeks warm. Damn Toph. In an attempt to make up for her and Zuko’s lack of a life-changing bonding trip, she’d taken to telling any story that made Zuko laugh—and most of those tended to be at Sokka’s expense.
“But I see you’re above ground,” Zuko said, his golden eyes passing over Sokka, seeming to glow in the dim light. “And in one piece. So what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Sokka said with a fake lofty air.  
“You’re missing dinner,” Zuko said. “And it’s pig hen, your favorite.”
He never could get anything past him.
Sokka sighed in defeat and blew air to move a strand of hair from his face. “My knee hurts. I was trying to fix the brace, and I couldn’t, so it’s going to hurt more until I can get materials to make a new one.”
“You told Katara it didn’t hurt.” The words came in Zuko’s standoffish deadpan. Sometimes it was hard to tell when Zuko was just stating a fact in his rough voice or when he was being belligerent.
“Yeah, well. She’s having fun with Aang tonight. They’re all gross and obnoxiously lovey-dovey.” His looked away, at anything other than Zuko’s intense expression. Maybe if he studied the ants on the ground enough it would teleport him out of this conversation. “I’m not going to ruin that by making her bend water over my knee for an hour and then be all worried after.” He shook his head, and then met Zuko’s eyes again with what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s fine.”
Zuko’s stare was unnervingly sharp. Deadly. It was similar to the look he used to give them when they were about to fight, or the look he gave conniving fire lord generals who were faithful to his father’s old ways. Like he was really fucking angry and the only thing stopping him from setting things ablaze was Iroh’s voice in his head telling him to breathe.
But in an instant, it was gone.
“I’ll do it,” Zuko said curtly.
Sokka snorted. “You’ll do what?”
“I’ll work on your knee.”
“Yeah, thanks, but I don’t need my skin melted. When I do, I’ll give you a call.”
“Pain relief,” Zuko corrected, glaring at him like it should have been obvious that Zuko wasn't suggesting amputation by agonizing flame. “I’ve been…working on it. Uncle said the elements can learn from each other, so I figured there must be a way. I know your knee has been hurting so…I’ve been practicing.” He nervously rubbed the back of his hair. “It will help. Make it feel better, if only for a bit.”
Sokka blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Zuko did all that for him? For him?
But Zuko’s pointed gaze snapped back to him, making Sokka’s heart flinch.
“It isn’t a choice. Either you do it with me or you ask Katara.” He stalked forward, almost threateningly, making Sokka take a half step back. “It would have been in a better place by now if you had rested at first. You can’t keep hurting yourself and pretending like it doesn’t matter—”
“Okay,” Sokka said, putting his hands up with a gentle laugh. Only Zuko would show he cared by trying to intimidate Sokka into taking care of himself. “Okay, we’ll do it.” He snorted, trying to offset the real emotions he was feeling with a joke. “What am I gonna do, run away from you?”
Zuko’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not funny.”
Sokka blinked. Maybe it would have been funnier if he hadn’t landed on his bad knee after saving Zuko from an arrow, but that was neither here nor there.
So he gave in and sat down, awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to react at what was about to happen.
Zuko knelt in front of him, which was already an image that made Sokka’s head spin, and then he rolled up Sokka’s pant leg, making Sokka’s entire body tense in embarrassment. But he didn’t stop him. He was just relieved that Zuko was so concentrated on his knee that he wasn’t noticing how much Sokka was blushing.
Zuko did a small motion with his hand, and flames erupted from his palm. But he concentrated, his eyes narrowed, and the bright orange fire subsided into a snaking ring that began to spin, controlled and glowing. It almost…moved like water.
Zuko placed it above Sokka’s knee, enough so the warmth radiated across his skin but didn’t burn.
Sometimes Sokka couldn’t fathom it. That someone he used to hate, sometimes even fear, was now someone he trusted so completely he’d allow him to not only bend next to him, but use it to help him, now, when he was vulnerable.
The heat was intense. Not unpleasant, but intense. Almost like it was blocking out the pain as it radiated up his leg, settling in his chest.
He let out a sigh, slowly settling into the position as the tension seeped from his shoulders. He hadn’t felt this painless in…a long time.
“I…I never did say thank you,” Zuko murmured. Zuko’s lashes were long, eyes downcast as he worked the flames under his hands. “For earlier.”
“You better not be doing this because you feel guilty,” he said. “Because I’ve saved your life about a hundred times by now. With that logic, you’ll be doing me favors until we’re both old men.”
Zuko chuckled. It was a low, good sound. A sound that made Sokka feel like he won a prize every time he earned it. A sound that made Sokka want to drop everything else and just focus on making Zuko smile.
“Gladly,” Zuko said with a low smile. “I’d do pretty much anything for you, Sokka.”
Sokka stilled, everything else fading from his view as he met Zuko’s golden eyes.
“But I’m not doing this out of guilt,” he continued. The heat pressed on, and the pain was gone from his mind. “I’m doing this so you don’t stubbornly give yourself chronic pain. Because I care about your knee,” he said. The flames dimmed, but his hand still glowed, and he slowly placed his palm against his knee. Sokka could feel the heat, and his heart was squeezing in his chest—
“And I care about you.”
His hand was still there. It was a marvel that Sokka’s brain was still functioning enough to form the thought that Zuko’s hand was on his knee as he stared up at him, saying that he cared about him.
Now. He should tell him he loves him now, right now, before he lost his nerve, again—
“Zuko, I…”
“We should get back,” Zuko said with a breeziness that Aang would have been proud of, and Sokka felt a rush of cold air as Zuko’s hand left him. Zuko stood, brushing himself off.
Sokka’s stomach dropped with a mixture of alarm and disappointment as the moment went up in smoke before his eyes. “Thanks,” he managed to blurt out.
“No problem,” he said. “Just one of the hundred of favors I owe you, right?”
“Right,” Sokka said in a faint voice. He let out a nervous, bubbling laugh. “We’ll have to grow old together just so you have time to make it all even.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” Zuko smiled warmly. Of course it was warm. Everything about Zuko was warm.
Spirits. This would be the death of him, wouldn’t it? Loving this man who was so dense he would never catch onto any of Sokka’s flirting, and being so helplessly and terrifyingly in love he’d rather take an arrow to the heart than risk ruining their friendship? Was this just his fate now?
He stood, and subsequently staggered, his legs wobbly from a reason completely different than the pain from earlier, but Zuko steadied him. His warm hands holding his arm, the other on the small of his back, and he was so close that Sokka could smell the scent of smoke that followed him.
“You good?” Zuko’s voice was tinged with concern, sparking in his ear. “Is it still in pain?”
“No,” Sokka said quickly. “Just getting…used to it. It feels better. It feels great. I-I can’t wait for you to do it again.” Please.
Zuko blinked, some unreadable shock in his eyes at the words that had just tumbled from Sokka’s mouth, but his smile twitched onto his face. “I’m glad it worked,” he said. “And I can carry you. If it helps.”
Sokka’s face lit up in a blush and he smacked Zuko’s chest. “I do not need you to carry me.” I certainly couldn’t handle you carrying me. “Just…this. This is enough.”
Zuko readjusted, allowing Sokka to hold onto his forearm, the two slowly making their way back to camp. The pain from his knee was distant as he talked to Zuko about the earlier battles, relishing in ever laugh that he got.
Yeah.
This would be enough.
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erisenyo · 8 months
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If it’s not too late/you feel like it, maybe “shh, c’mere” for zukka? Because the only thing Zuko’s worse at than showing emotions (other than anger) is being comforted because of said emotions (at least in my brain haha) also ik I said this in tags but I absolutely adored your Ty Lee suki ficlet with the crystals it hugs my heart ;-; she’s protecting her friends
。゜゜(´O`) ゜゜。
For this prompt game!
“—and the utter gall of them to suggest—”
“Uh huh,” Sokka says, tugging Zuko by the wrist around a clump of slow-moving market shoppers.
“—like I haven’t spent months on the proposal—”
“So much time,” Sokka assures him, taking a moment in the next intersection to orient himself against Caldera’s cratered rim before pulling Zuko left.
“—to just come in and in one meeting—”
“Ridiculous,” Sokka agrees, shooting a quick, apologetic smile to the person who gives him started, half-offended look.
“—think they know more than me—”
“You researched a lot,” Sokka sympathizes, dragging Zuko clear of the line at his favorite food stall, which he's regretfully going to have to come back to later when Zuko—
“I researched—Sei Zun research—we researched—"
—isn’t at risk of popping a vein. Or starting to spit rainbow sparks in public, which would really give them away. Going incognito and relying on people’s expectations of where a Fire Lord won’t be only goes so far.
“And you did a really good job of it,” Sokka soothes, picking up the pace a little as Zuko hisses out a curl of smoke through his teeth.
“To just eel swan in—”
Sokka lets out an audible sigh of relief as he sees the sign for their destination, hand-painted and cheerful, before clearing his throat and quickly offering, “So rude."
“—and imply that I don’t care enough about—”
“Sh, c’mere,” Sokka interrupts as he pushes into the curious crowd thronging the square, Zuko spitting himself to a stop and making a low, seething noise of outrage. “Don’t be like that,” Sokka huffs, rolling his eyes and tugging on his wrist again. “C’mere.”
Zuko gives him a sideways, nettled look, clearly annoyed at being managed. “What are you—” he cuts off as he finally swings his glare up to actually take in their surroundings. Sokka can see the moment he realizes where they are, his face going suddenly slack with shock, mouth working silently a moment before he finally whispers, disbelieving, “…The baby animal adoption drive?”
“Mhm,” Sokka says, breaking free of the crowd and turning to walk backward so he can get a nice, good look at Zuko taking it all in.  
“The one we couldn’t make last year?” Zuko asks, dazed, stumbling along after Sokka.
“Mhm,” Sokka grins.
“And couldn’t make this year?”
“It rained last week,” Sokka reminds him. “They had to move it.”
“Oh,” Zuko says, with feeling, and Sokka doesn’t resist the urge to plant his feet and keep pulling, tugging him into his body so he can enjoy Zuko's closeness and also the dumbstruck look on his face.
“Yeah,” Sokka hums, dropping a light kiss onto Zuko’s lips and murmuring against his mouth, “Want to pet your feelings out?”
“Yes,” Zuko says, plowing forward through Sokka like that was all the permission he needed, face somewhere between determined and transfixed, and Sokka can't help but laugh before spinning to follow.
Sokka trails after at a more normal pace, grinning to see the tension melting out of Zuko’s body one kitten fawn and goat puppy—and inexplicably, a baby puma goat—at a time, until Zuko’s practically a boneless pile on the ground, baby animals crawling over him, head pillowed in Sokka’s lap.
“This was the best idea Aang’s ever had in his entire life,” Zuko mumbles into the side of the tiny kitten owl determinedly navigating his face.
“It was a pretty good one,” Sokka agrees, unable to do anything except smile at the sight. Spirits, he must look stupidly fond and sappy right now, but he can't seem to find it in himself to care about who might be seeing it.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this was happening,” Zuko slurs, both hands focused on giving ear scritches, and Sokka pauses on the braid he’s working into Zuko’s hair.
“It worked out, though, right?” he checks, relaxing again when Zuko lets out a deep sound of contented agreement and after a long moment adding slow, like he’s drunk,
“You have work to do.”
“Eventually,” Sokka hums, perfectly content to be where he is for now.
“Poak and Sun Chen are waiting for a reply?”
“Hawks only go so fast, and they need to rest, too, love,” Sokka shrugs, searching around a moment before plopping another kitten fawn onto Zuko's chest. “It’s nothing that can’t wait a few hours,” he assures him.
And nothing worth missing the sight of this, for, of Zuko’s small, delighted smile up at him before he turns to coo at the new creature, everything else happily forgotten.  
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Summary of asks compiled 🤣
Why a Maitara?
-Well if there’s a Zukka out there, why not a maitara? I also read about Avatar Kyoshi/Rangi briefly in atla wikia. Also Korrasami which I’m not emotionally invested in because I’d rather expand the atla universe with the gaang rather than jumping generations without having to fully close their chapters. I also liked the friendship between Mai and Katara as interpreted by l @sadladybug in the amazing heart wrenching fanfic ‘Clothe Me in Seasons.’
In my hc, Mai discovers she prefers women when she teamed up with Jun for a time, and that Katara started getting attracted to Mai while being married to Zuko.
Why are the gaang women all mothers and why are they having babies at a young age? (Toph 16, Katara 18, Suki 20)
-In keeping with the atla culture set in ancient asia, or even ancient times, women were also betrothed at a young age that time. Even Japan just only recently revised their age of consent from 13 (yes! 13! Geez) to 16 last June. India 16-18 yo last 2012. This has nothing to do with Kataang vs Zutara being both underage which the creators also did in canon anyway. Despite this, the gaang women wouldn’t be solely ‘domesticated’. Not that there’s anything wrong with that but I also dont think there is anything wrong putting our heroines in positions of power given their titles as war heroes. And even in ancient times many women rise to the call when needed-Mulan, Joan of Arc, Deborah, not to mention the notorious female pirate Anne Bonny. The Gaang women also have a role to play in rebuilding their nations as mothers and ambassadors. Also, I just love seeing them holding their babies 🤗. In my au, only Jun is not a mom. Maybe Ty Lee too, that tart lol.
Will you include Ursa or Kiyi?
-I dont know. I’m still mulling about how to incorporate why Ursa left without her children in the first place. What could possibly have made her make that decision as a mother, resulting in Azula being Azula and Zuko’s scar. I mean I liked the plot that she left (or died) which made the siblings who they are. But there should be a compelling story behind it. If there is a Kiyi, it would still be Ozai’s but this is due to a conjugal visit by Ursa before she mercy killed him in prison. This is because in my hc, Ursa is a member of the White Lotus even before Iroh became a member . She found out about the plan of the New Ozai Society to free Ozai before he is hanged for his war crimes. However they intend to assassinate Zuko this time instead of having him exiled permanently. Then bam she got pregnant which delays her plans to reunite with Zuko and instead, frees Azula first.
Why a zkmai?
-If there’s a Zutaraang or a Suzukka out there 🤣🤣🤣… Why not? In my fanon, Katara was never in a relationship with Aang even before getting together with Zuko. Zuko wont have an on again off again relationship with Mai. They’re all too good for that so why not make all three of them happy lol. For general readership, it will be wholesome here in this page where they’re all besties. Also, there’s a difference between a zkmai and a maikotara. Maikotara is coming of Mai x Zuko canon pairing. A zkmai comes off of Zuko x Katara x Mai. So I’m a zkmaier. By this time, Suki is replaced by Ty Lee as Katara’s kyoshi guard (vs Zuko in the comics) while Suki goes back to the islands to train more warriors. Suki eventually marries Sokka and gives up her position as the leader of the Kyoshi warriors and becomes the Chieftess of the South. Ty Lee is more than happy to let Katara off her sight from time to time as instructed but doesn’t know what’s really going on.
Are you still a zutarian?
-O hardcore. I just want to muck up their almost perfect relationship. Not even sure I’m gonna incorporate a maitara/zkmai even. I’m just pondering about it. Maybe its a ficlet separate from Legacy of the Six… Maybe
——>to be continued
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hellchilde · 26 days
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So I started reposting my ATLA stuff from Livejournal over to AO3. As expected, the Zukka ficlet has gotten exponentially more attention than anything else, because ATLA is the one where I really got into the rarepairs and funky stuff. Already got a negative comment too, to which I say
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(Really, who goes onto a 14 year old batch of ficlets and comments something nasty??)
I'm also taking home a new plotbunny, which is really just plotting up a set of ideas that I was working on back when I was in fandom. As per usual, the stuff I'm making isn't popular or mainstream, and I don't expect it to get attention, but it is nice to get the writing bug again since I started losing steam on my LOTR stuff.
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thief-of-eggs · 4 months
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Zukka AU where Sokka falls first, and Zuko denies every advance he makes on him.
Sokka’s like a love sick puppy. He trails behind Zuko everywhere he goes, always vying for his attention, always eager to please and impress him.
He’s constantly turned down, constantly put in the friendzone. Zuko hardly seems to tolerate his presence as a friend, let alone a lover.
But then, Zuko starts to feel it. He begins to keep a lookout for the Water Tribe boy, starts noting when he’s absent. And when Sokka pulls back with his affections, Zuko feels it like a knife in his chest. He misses his irritating jokes, misses his voice that’s always just a tad too loud.
He finds himself staring, every chance he gets. He seems to find him everywhere- the dining halls, the grounds, the training rooms. Whenever Sokka happens to turn and catch him staring, Zuko’s face turns hotter than the sun.
Zuko starts to fumble his words around Sokka, starts to fidget with his clothes. And it’s this that Sokka notices- at first, he thinks Zuko really doesn’t like him, since now he hardly says a word.
But then Sokka starts to catch Zuko staring more. He finds him stopping in his walks as he passes the training yard, immediately picking Sokka’s form out from the many. He stands still for a moment, half hidden behind a pillar, thinking Sokka can’t see the way he watches him, his lips parted slightly, his eyes soft, his expression open.
And still Zuko never makes a move. So Sokka makes one for them.
He strides up to him, the next time he catches Zuko longingly gazing from afar. Zuko sputters and fumbles, his cheeks painted the color of cherry blossoms as he tries to make an excuse for being so far from the throne room when there are meetings to be had.
Sokka hardly hears it. He grabs the front of Zuko’s robes and tugs, pulling him close as he crushes their lips together. Zuko makes a noise of surprise, and then Sokka is pulling back, a grin on his face.
“Well, I’ve gotta run- loads to do,” he says in a rush, knowing his departure will drive Zuko mad. He turns to leave, and Zuko’s hand darts out to grab onto his arm.
“Wait- I-“ Zuko clears his throat. His rosy cheeks have darkened in color, with a flush that covers his whole face. “I liked that.”
“I know,” Sokka says a grin. “I’ll see you later.”
He leaves Zuko there, his heart pounding and his mind reeling, wondering when the Water Tribe boy came to mean so much to him
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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Well shit, time flew by. I’m so proud of this blog and the writing I’ve done. I’d love to ease back into doing my headcannons and ficlets for you guys so! If it’s Buddie, Nanago/Gonana, Zukka, IceMav, Hangster or anything youve seen me talk about before, send it my way!!
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angellknives · 2 years
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Fic Masterlist
Mailee
Too Good to be True: Mailee fake dating AU set during university. Ty Lee is an art major on the gymnastics team, and Mai is studying law under the pressure of her mother. Ty Lee asks Mai out on a date for a bet, but she’s been carefully hiding that she’s had feelings for Mai for years.
Summer Madness: Two years after the end of the war, Ty Lee and Mai dance around each other, attempting to figure out old and new feelings. Featuring a meddling Azula, and first kiss.
Zukka
Vie With: Academic rivals zukka. They’re both Lit Majors who spend every lecture arguing, bickering, or throwing scathing notes at each other. Zuko is difficult to argue with, because he’s so hot-headed and stubborn, but Sokka takes this as a challenge, and likes using his big brain to argue with a handsome boy.
Love and Plundering: Pirate AU.
Keep Your Best Interest: Mechanic AU. Sokka works as a mechanic to support his sister through high-school, while their father works to support a sick, but loving and involved, Gran-Gran. He studies law part time, in the hopes of becoming an environmental lawyer like his father, who’s firm was run out of business by Tycoon and Greedy Asshole Ozai. Unknown to Sokka, Zuko, the estranged son, is lucky enough to break down outside their small town.
Everything About You: Beach Ficlet. Set two years after the war, Sokka and Zuko, amidst short vacations to the beach and to the south, struggle to figure out their feelings for each other.
Tangerine: This is the start of an AU where Zuko takes over his father’s corrupt business, and works with Sokka, an environmental lawyer, to undo the damage caused by his father. Workplace enemies to lovers
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fanfic-lover-girl · 2 years
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STORIES
Mama Padme AU (based on initial anon prompt)
Luke Runs Away - Luke runs away after becoming stifled by his parents', especially Padme, babying of him.
Sister Leia - Background of Leia's and Luke's childhood. Leia's POV during "Luke Runs Away"
Papa Anakin - Anakin goes to a flight show with kid Luke with a messy outcome. Prequel to "Luke Runs Away".
Padme Lets Go - Padme gradually lets go of caring for Luke as he becomes less dependent on her. Sequel to "Luke Runs Away".
Leia Lashes Out - Leia is frustrated with an assignment and lashes out at Luke.
Luke's Princess
The Perfect Bride - Three young women spend time with Luke as a final test to determine which becomes his consort.
To Impress Her - Luke tries to prove himself to his fiancée, Mater, but fails. Or does he? Sequel to "Perfect Bride".
Breaking Point - Luke begins to take charge of his relationship with Mater, but her instincts prevail. Sequel to "To Impress Her".
Mater's Regret - Mater reflects on her relationship with Luke after her heat. Sequel to "Breaking Point".
Silent Screams - Luke despairs over his lack of agency with his father and bride to be. Companion piece to "Mater's Regret" and sequel to "Breaking Point".
Dance With Me - Luke and Mater reunite at a ball at the palace. Sequel to "Mater's Regret" and "Silent Screams".
Mater's Heart (Part 1) - Mater persuades Vader to allow Luke to visit her planet for a special week. Sequel to "Dance With Me".
Mater's Heart (Part 2) - Luke visits Mater’s home planet and the couple air out their grievances with each other.
Day to Remember - Luke and Mater’s wedding day. Sequel to "Mater's Heart".
LLOM-related ficlets
De-aged Luke - Luke wakes up as a baby after Vader's beating in LLOM chapter 14.
Boba Returns Luke to Vader AU - Vader gives Luke the spanking he promised in chapter 19 and Luke's home becomes a prison.
Injured Luke - Vader brings Luke to the proposed Dantooine attack and Luke suffers major brain injury. Vader cares for him in the aftermath.
Force Ghost Luke in LLOM - Luke watches from force purgatory as Vader and mindwiped!Luke rule the galaxy.
Luke Sneaks Away - Luke sneaks out at night to participate in a flight show.
Vader is a Questionable Father - Dad Vader headcannon scenarios.
Other Star Wars
3 times Leia liked being the independent sibling - Leia has perks as the more independent sibling.
Behind The Veil - Luke helps a war torn imperial planet which has ties to the rebellion and is attacked by rebel allies.
REFLECTIONS/ANALYSES
Glee
Christianity in Glee - Comparing the Christian characters in Glee
Why I Dislike Rachel Berry - Rachel is not the worst character on Glee. She has some great qualities, but overall, I find her awful.
Batman
Fav Batman Robins - Jason and Damian are the most interesting robins.
Traits Robins Share with Batman/Bruce - The four batsons all have something in common with Bruce/Batman.
Problem with Jason Todd - Jason's character is atrociously mistreated.
Avatar the Last Airbender
Zukka Friendship - There needed to be more friendship shown between Zuko and Sokka.
How Makorra Parallels Kataang - Makorra is often deemed a knockoff version of Zutara. But Makorra has a lot of similarities with Kataang.
Star Wars
Theory on Vader's Healing in LLOM - Speculation on how Luke affects Vader's healing and deterioration in Little Light of Mine by sinfulskywalker.
Anakin Skywalker vs Jesus Christ: Chosen One Comparison - Similarities and differences between Jesus Christ and Anakin Skywalker as chosen ones.
Dad Vader Comparison - Comparison between star wars fanfics "Little Light of Mine" and "The Rod is Mightier Than the Lightsaber".
Rugrats
Sibling Relationships in Rugrats - The rugrats movie handled the resolution between Tommy and Dil as brothers poorly.
Dragonball Series
Manhood & Fatherhood - Nostalgia piece about Goku and Vegeta as men and fathers.
Reflecting on Chi-Chi - Reflecting on Chi-Chi's marriage to Goku and the issues within.
Gohan: Wasted Potential - Gohan's development and regression as a character.
Sons vs Daughters in Dragonball Z - Comparison between how sons and daughters are treated in Dragonball narrative and what they represent to their fathers. Ultimately, the girls do not amount to much.
Goku as a Father: The Good and Bad - Outline of how Goku shined and needed improvement as a father, especially to Gohan.
Saiyan Hybrids: Missed Opportunities - The Saiyan hybrids had great potential but were let down by the narrative, especially Pan in GT.
Yugioh
Failure in Yugioh GX - Comparison between Chazz and Zane's defining failures in GX, especially how they cope with failure.
STORY OUTLINES
Star Wars
Star Wars: Frozen AU - What if Anakin was like Elsa in Frozen but he struggled with dark side powers?
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RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
Thank you to @averysiriuschromie for tagging me.
Running home (working title)
Just let me go, we’ll meet again soon
Headcanon
Zukka ficlet 2
Steddie plot bunny
Steddie plot bunny take 2
Steddie angst
Tagging: @henderdads @metal-dads @steviesbicrisis and anyone who wants to play!
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