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air is the element of freedom
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My mom is obsessed with this song called “In The Name Of Love” and for some reason I feel like a lot of the lyrics work for Zukaang (or Jetaang...)
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It's because he too, wants Jet's attention.
Book 1 of ATLA is interesting. Katara feels jealous of Aang giving attention to girls in the Kyoshi Island episode, but Aang doesn't feel jealous of Katara with Jet at all.
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You and me both, tortilla, you and me both.
I still have so many jetaang feels 😭
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jetaang with 18 for the dialogue prompts if you're still doing them? (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)
Hello Amy!!!! I was SO happy to get this prompt and I’m SO sorry this took me so long to write for for you!!! I hope beyond hope you enjoy this!! (Also this jumped into 1k words without my permission!)
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“Watch me,” he said, like it was a challenge. Like it was something Jet wasn’t already doing. Like was something Jet wouldn’t otherwise do. And he did, no further incentive needed than an understanding of how beautiful it was to watch someone capture freedom the way he’d spent so long dreaming of.
He three himself off the edge of the wooded landing and Jet’s heart stalled at the sight of him disappearing then started again twice as fast when Aang‘s glider flapped open, he lifted up, and flew.
Aang alone is an especially captivating person, nevermind everything else about him. Nevermind what he can do.
The sight of him took Jet by surprise even though he’d known what to expect. The knowledge of who Aang was and what he was capable of seemed nearly irrelevant. The truth of it having yet to fully sink into his bones. The reality of how real Aang was filling him with amazement over and over. Aang the Avatar. Aang the airbender.
Aang the embodiment of freedom in all ways. In the horrible ugliness and incredible bliss of it. He was free and Jet felt so much jealousy because he himself could only claim a fraction of it and the desire to claim more was as overwhelming as the wave he wished to flood the village with.
Leaves are rustled by Aang’s presence in the air, so much like a bird in his graceful movements.
A terrible urge to yank Aang out of the sky flickered between his fingers while his hands gripped at nothing. He wanted to claim it, claim him. Claim the freedom which Aang bent to his own will.
He wanted to be bent too. Be used in those hands, be purposeful the way the wind which carried Aang through the trees and helped him streak across the sky was. To be capable of painting his face with flush the way giggling through the sky did. To be capable of bringing him pleasure and fulfilling his soul.
But he couldn’t be.
Aang was not like him and he not like Aang. Their ideas of the world conflicted, allowed only for that moment. That moment wherein Aang challenged him to watch as he flew through the trees without the ropes and machinations Jet used. But with wings and power of which came naturally threaded into his skin and muscle.
When he did eventually pull Aang from the sky it wasn’t for the reason he’d desired to do so before. Instead of hugging the younger one to his chest the way he’d wanted to previously he threw him into the dirt. So the roots of the trees could embrace him. The flat of the earth could steal his breath. There had been a sort of irony in that. In seeking to rob Aang of the very thing Jet wanted to embrace him for.
The image of Aang on the ground struggling to breathe let alone stand stayed with Jet long after Katara stepped between them. Long after Aang recaptured the air and quietly expressed hope that Sokka could manage to undo everything Jet had planned. Long after Sokka proved the Avatar’s trust in him worth something.
Long after his family split apart and he was left with only two of the giant group of orphans he’d brought together.
He considers that specific moment of longing for Aang as he lays underground. Layers and layers of earth blocking his view of the sky. View of the surface that he’d watched Aang capture all those weeks ago. No— not capture. Aang had never wished to conquer anything the way Jet had.
Aang simply enjoyed it.
He was free and he always chose to indulge the beauty of such a thing instead of sink into the ugliness that was inherent to having a choice the way Jet had.
He hadn’t seen it then, how being capable of choosing to do right by the freedom fighters, by his family was a freedom too. That many, in villages conquered and turned into slave towns or colonized, didn’t have that. Could’ve benefitted from his freedom fighters actually fighting to gain freedom for the living.
Perhaps it wasn’t as vast as the sky nor as pretty as Aang’s grey eyes. But it didn’t have to be lost. It didn’t have to be incapable of growing. He didn’t have to be incapable of growing.
Turning his head slightly, he watches Aang watch him. Feels like the tables have turned and the one threatening to fly away is himself and now Aang is the one wishing to capture but incapable of grasping anything. Jet can see the desire, recognizes it because he himself still feels it. Even here. Even now he wishes he could claim Aang. The person. The heart. Not to own but to love. To protect.
But he can’t. Can feel it in the way his breaths shallow and his heart strains to beat.
So instead he tells Aang he’ll be fine. Watches Aang watch him. Watches the doubt on his face as he speaks a lie. Not the first he’d told Aang, but certainly the last. Aang knows as much and the look of pain it causes him fills Jet with something light. A little like air. Akin to happiness.
The Avatar will remember him. There’s comfort in knowing that even if there is so little of it in anything else he’d done with his life. He regrets his failings to Smellerbee and Longshot the most.
Jet wonders for a second what might have happened if he’d kissed Aang like he’d wanted to that day instead of betray his trust. If he’d hugged him to his chest and taken a place in Aang’s life at his side. If there’s a version of his life where he made those decisions. If it changed this ending. If it made them both happy and by extension, Smellerbee and Longshot too.
These ponderings don't last, but watching Aang does. He doesn’t hear Smellerbee crying or the quickened breaths coming from Longshot. All he sees is Aang, grey eyes glinting with grief in the low light.
“Watch me,” he’d said. And that’s exactly what Jet does.
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But on a serious note tho, it's easier to ship Aang with different people in this fandom since the fans mostly don't gatekeep him 😛😛
you are so brave and iconic for proudly shipping the most rarepair of rarepairs. i'm into it, tho! aang is such a shippable character <3
Awwwww stawp it!!!
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you are so brave and iconic for proudly shipping the most rarepair of rarepairs. i'm into it, tho! aang is such a shippable character <3
Awwwww stawp it!!!
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OMG OMG OMG
Jetaang could pull a Korrasami in some AU but you're not ready for that conversation yet..
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Jetaang could pull a Korrasami in some AU but you're not ready for that conversation yet..
#just so you know#this is not anti katara#because i'm not anti mako#jetaang#jet x aang#aang x jet#korrasami#atla#avatar the last airbender#atla jet#jet atla#aang#aanglove
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Jetaang anon. Absolutely! I also think oddly Jets way of living in the trees probably really spoke to Aang in a way. The freedom fighters in their communal living in the forest could engage in nostalgia for Aang... though there was also of course the conflict of Jets original episode however which doesn’t really gel with air nomad philosophy. (Ah! Drama and angst!) Aang says Jet had a different way of life and all while defending him before the truth came out and all.
Yes, absolutely! Even Jet’s group being called the Freedom Fighters, and air being the element of freedom. I think there is a lot about Jet and Aang’s characters that parallel each other and would work very well together! tbh Jet is what would happen to Aang if Aang allowed himself to go down the wrong path, and decide that “defeating the Fire Nation” was more important than innocent people’s lives.
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Im shy but I’m kind of getting into the idea of Jetaang honestly as a rarepair just... even platonically I just think they could be really interesting. Jet was there when his people died and couldn’t do anything. Aang feels guilt for not being there. Aang snapped Jet out of his hypnosis. Even in liking Katara he never seems jealous of Jet really. Jet and Aang would just like be interesting. AU Jet lives can work but even just Aang angstily working through the what ifs can too.
Absolutely!!! Aang being the one to break Jet out of his hypnosis is such a personal and intimate plot detail, I feel like there’s so much potential there! And I hadn’t even thought about the parallel between both of them losing their families to the Fire Nation and being helpless to stop it. There really is so much potential there!!
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everyone hush im thinking about jet x aang
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OMIGOD THIS IS LITERALLY SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! The idea of Aang helping Jet to find his way and in return Jet helping him rebirth his culture is just so... 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 (+ them like... fathering war orphans you get me???)
Hello, Amy! I have been pondering Jetaang headcanons ALL DAY for you, and have finally settled on this:
After the war, Jet is looking for a new place for him and the Freedom Fighters (plus whatever other war orphans he adopts) to stay. Aang says they can stay at the Eastern Air Temple in exchange for helping with the restoration. While repairing the temple, Jet finds a library full of scrolls and he begins studying Air Nomad philosophy. Their messages of compassion and forgiveness resonate with him and he eventually becomes Aang's student (and lover 👀) and is the first practicing Air Nomad in a century. He and Aang find others who lost their way in the war and fill the temples with new Air Nomads who work to bring Air Nomad culture back to the world. 😊
I hope you like it!
MA'AM I LOVE THIS I NEED THE FIC YESTERDAY
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“Watch me,” he said, like it's a challenge. Like it’s something Jet wasn’t already doing.
The Way He Flies, by @lady-tortilla-chip.
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If someone can recommend a jetaang fanart/edit to use as pfp it would be great 🙏🙏🙏
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