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chryblossomjjk · 1 year

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distractions | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 1.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: cute couple content, they drop the 'l' word guys, n*pple piercings n sucking bc u know... fixation lmao, v suggestive but no actual sm*t, finger sucking lol, the love is requited :')

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ NOTES: ugh i missed them dearly!! will be putting out more drabbles soon, but i'm currently trying to focus on my other wip!! i haven't posted anything in so long so i wanted to share this with you guys! school n work is hectic i already feel swamped pls be patient with me :') i miss having time for a hobby lmao!! anyways, i hope you enjoy and let me know ur thoughts! love u <3 also apologize if there's any typos or weirdness, this wasn't beta'd!! if you haven't read practice yet, pls read before this!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

“Kook, look up! How many times do I have to tell you?”

Four months into the relationship and his attention span, or lack thereof, never ceased to amaze you. With a frustrated groan, you place the pointy end of your Sailor Moon brush between your teeth before gripping his chin and turning his wandering gaze back to you.

“Bambi, I’m looking up!” He yell-laughs, doe-eyes wide and sarcastic as they bear into you, equally frustrated. You can already see the concealer you applied just a few minutes ago creasing. Dramatically, he karate chops his tattooed arm towards the ceiling, paralleling your scantily clad frame straddling him. The sudden jump has you shifting against his crotch deliciously. Now’s not the time for fooling around, though. You’re determined to put the cute brush set Jungkook randomly gifted you a few weeks back to good use, starting with giving your sweet boyfriend a full beat. “This is up! What other direction is up?”

What an asshole.

You pop the pink plastic out of your mouth, taking an annoyed chomp out of his annoying fingers. It's playful, of course. You mean, you’ve just got done with a whitening strip, after all…

Jungkook takes the opportunity to shove his digits further past your glossy lips, reaching down just enough to feel your throat constrict, then pulling back. He stares up at you with the cheesiest fucking grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re mean,” you cough, wiping the drool at the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No you,” he counters, pinching your cheek patronizingly. “I love you, though.”

One month into the lovey-dovey phase of the relationship; that one where the initial butterflies fly away and you’re left feeling like ‘wow, maybe this is a forever sort of thing,’ and you still feel lightheaded every time Jungkook murmurs those three words.

“I love you, too,” you coo, reaching down to adjust his teddy-bear headband. Jungkook’s been growing his hair out. This was his last semester and he was determined to go out with a bang. For whatever reason, he had decided that bang was a mullet. You remember how confused you were when he showed up at your dorm at 3am, drunk off Fireball and excitement, asking you to cut his hair. You thought the request was outlandish and foolish, but you did it anyway, in your bathroom with eyebrow scissors. It came out a teeny bit crooked, and a tiny bit choppy, but Jungkook loved it, staring at his reflection with a big bunny smile and starry eyes. “But baby, this-” you tap on the headboard behind him, “-is up.”

He squints his eyes in defiance before complying. Ah, you’ve trained him well. A very good boy, indeed.

You’ve spoken, or thought, too soon, because after a few swipes of the plush bristles, a high-pitched ‘Appa!’ from your phone, leaning against your Kuromi makeup bag on the nightstand beside you, draws his dark pupils back to the cartoon.

“That’s it,” you huff like an overwhelmed mother of three, yanking the device out of his sight. “Say goodbye to Aang. You’ve lost your Avatar: The Last Airbender privileges.”

“C’mon, seriously?” He laughs while lunging forward, attempting to wrestle the phone out of your grasp. Giggling wildly, you toss it on the pink shag rug below you, out of his reach. The movement almost sends you toppling over. Luckily, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Bambi, you know I’m easily distracted.”

“But you said I could do your makeup,” you pout, batting your lashes at him.

“I know, I-”

“Don’t touch!” You shriek, preventing him from rubbing his eye.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes through a chuckle, holding his hands by his head in defense. “Maybe I…” You deadpan him as his eyes scan around the room before, not so subtly, landing on your chest. Cocking his head, he tuts his tongue and grips the hem of your shirt. Shamelessly, he stuffs the nearly transparent material into your mouth, exposing your bare breasts. “There, just like that,” he whispers, warm palms grazing up your torso to cup them, thumbs grazing over your little diamond heart jewelry. You gasp at the touch. “You know, I still can’t believe you actually got ‘em’.” Neither could you, honestly, but if there was one thing Jungkook has taught you, it’s that sometimes, you need to step out of your comfort zone. Take risks. Especially when it results in the cutest little nipple piercings. “So fucking sexy…”

You feel his forming bulge poking against you. God, do you want him. But even Jungkook’s dick couldn’t derail you from the mission at hand. Raising an eyebrow, you lift up the makeup brush.

The tits really seem to keep him preoccupied. With a hand on his cheek, you feel his mouth hollowing, sucking your nipple gingerly as you lean over him and fill in his thick brows. Obviously, it’s a bit hard to focus. Every now and then, you have to tug his hair to redirect his nibbles back down to soft licks.

“Okay,” you announce, letting the shirt fall from your candy-coated lips and sitting up, “what color?”

Out of the entire thirty-pan rainbow eyeshadow palette you’re holding up for him, he lazily points to the darkest shade in the top color. His favorite color, of course; black. You should’ve known. Your lips scrunch to the side in contemplation. Jungkook would look so yummy with a smokey eye.

So you blend and blend away with blacks, whites, and grays. Shockingly, your boyfriend manages to stay still throughout the entire process. You’re proud of him, really. He’ll definitely get rewarded afterward. And you were right, the final product is absolutely delectable.

“Baby, your eyelashes are stunning!” You swoon. “And the smokey-eye looks so so so good with your eye shape.”

Silence.

“Jungkook?” You lean forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking softly. Nothing but the sound of faint snores reaches your ears. The little fuck fell asleep. No wonder why he’s been so good. You laugh in disbelief, picking your phone off the floor and snapping a few pictures to show him in the morning. Reaching into your drawer, you take out a couple makeup wipes and start cleaning him up. You loathe makeup wipes and only keep them for emergencies, but Jungkook looks so peaceful that you can’t bring yourself to wake him.

Next, you snuggle beside him with a spare blanket, unable to yank your comforter out from under his thick, muscular thighs. He stirs when you gently pull off his headband. “I love you…” he mumbles, still half asleep. It’s as if the emotion is so ingrained in his subconscious that they bubble to the surface, even when he’s sleepy and incoherent.

And you feel the same exact way.

“I love you, Jungkook. Goodnight.”

#bts #bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook series #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #bangtan #jungkook scenario #jungkook one shot #jungkook imagine #bts imagine #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you

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gascreates · 1 year

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when ur the avatar but ur dino form is teeny tiny

dino atla wip doodle cuz im bored. im still finalizing character designs, but 100% the water siblings are Big and Aang is Not

#atla #atla dino au

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did-we-imagine · 1 month

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Omg I was talking with a fellow tumblr user about Ozai and then I realized that the Loser Lord was the embodiment of a traditional saying we have in my country.

"He who wants it all shall not get any of it."

It's interesting how his most powerful motivator (a mixture of greed, pride, wrath, and envy) made him seethe with rage in deep unsatisfaction when many would have been very content with such a high station (except for Azulon being an ass, which was the catalyst of Ozai's descent into his sociopathic megalomania). Yet his thirst for power and recognition were never quenched not even when he finally one-upped Iroh through his plot with Ursa. He just had to want to outdo all of his evil genocidal imperialist forefathers lol. I think it would be nice seeing an analysis if his character through a lense based on the 7 deadly sins.

Through his never ending greed, he ended up losing everything, down to his firebending.

I remember reading an amazing meta where someone thinks that comics Ozai is somewhat OOC because show Ozai was so utterly destroyed when he saw Zuko it seemed he was simply too far gone to try and mess with him anymore. I personally think that this is such a cool take and that the OP's arguments hit the nail on the head, especially in that Ozai knows fully that his ableist heavily militarized country will never ever accept him back after a disgrace far worse than Iroh's post-BSS siege and his new nonbender status. He could definitely start plotting against Zuko after a while maybe, but he'd need Azula more than ever and he'd seek a regent position where he would get to be a puppeteer. His plotting would also be far more "elegant" (read : entertaining to watch) than what happened in the comics IMO.

My personal HC, though, is that dude eventually went catatonic, cementing the energybending as a less than stellar option with logical realistic repercussions, hence why Aang only uses it on Yakkone but not for everyday trouble makers maybe. It would also enrich the plot in that each decision/action has consequences. Sometimes, mercy doesn't come with more pleasant results (i.e : death sentence vs life sentence debate, I think life sentence is far worse than the death because damn what's a fucking life locked up in a teeny tiny cell in a terribly miserable setting esp if one has to do heavy work as a jailbird?), and it's only normal and deserved for the magnitude of Ozai's crimes.

I might be a little dense, but I personally didn't feel that the debending itself was that horrible tbh(since we weren't shown the repercussions like maybe nerve damage ?? Being extra cold ??? Having worse health/chi/whatever than ppl who were born as nonbenders?), like aside from Ozai's insane attachment to it, since I saw cool nonbender characters thrive, I was like "You got off very lightly you jerk...stfu Zuko got it worse losing his face and half of his sight/hearing. I don't want to hear your whining." 🤣

PS: I am not dissing Aang's mercy or trying tl say he wasn't merciful (he is by far so forgiving and kind, he even tried to reason with hell kaiser before fighting him ?? Like what a sweet kid !!). I think he did what he believed was right and his punishment was actually chef's kiss. I just wanted a little bit lore details/a more multi layered approach by authors. I've read some fantastic fanfictions address this side of energy bending, and my goodness, they were excellent.

#my ramblings #atla ozai #fire lord ozai #ozai meta #i tried #ok #i swear i really did #energy bending #avatar the last airbender #my take #my thoughts #that is not to invalidate other opinions but just to further discussion as it is always fun for me to argue back and forth

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azenkii · 4 years

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A Long List of Trash Fire Lord Zuko Headcanons

...that i couldn't get out of my head:

(warning: SUPER LONG POST i havent figured out how to trim posts yet)

he's the one who unchains azula despite iroh's protests. she doesn't even try to fight him, just cries into his shoulder and keeps mumbling about how father's going to be so disappointed in her. he takes her to her rooms and has her drink a sleeping draught, then stations the best guards he has left outside her chambers.

his first council meeting takes place literally a day after sozin's comet. he hobbles into the council chamber shirtless with his entire torso covered in bandages and every council member just looks at him like '...what'

he does NOT sleep for like,,a week after sozin's comet and then another two weeks after his coronation. katara, aang and suki try to persuade him to sleep and he doesn't listen. eventually sokka, toph and mai team up to literally drag his ass to bed and tell him he's not allowed to get up until he sleeps (does mai pin him to the bed with her knives? yes. is it kinky or sexual in any way? definitely not.)

he drinks So. Much. Tea. at this point it's practically tasteless to him but he drinks it anyway because he just needs something to do and tea is something familiar. he keeps iroh on his toes because he's constantly asking for new tea blends, uncle, i think i actually tasted the last one,

he flat-out refuses to grow his hair for at least a year after ozai's defeat. the second it starts getting close to his chin he shears it off himself, with his knife, and his stylist has a heart attack every single time

when he's tired he'll occasionally jump up when one of his guards moves. it stops after a bit, but for the first month and a half or so he's really twitchy. when sokka asks, the only explanation he can come up with is that he's not used to having people stand behind him silently and not want to kill him, much less want to protect him (sokka immediately takes him out for a shopping trip and makes a point of walking behind him the entire time, but only on zuko's right side, where he can clearly see it if sokka moves towards him)

when the healer declares azula mentally unstable and in need of an institution, he shuts himself in his office for the rest of the night. no one's allowed in, not even iroh. he finally emerges in the morning, eyes red from crying and sleep deprivation, and tells the librarian that he'd like a list of the best mental institutions in the country, please, the best in the world if you can get them

he loves theatre (is this even a headcanon?). unfortunately it practically died out in the fire nation along with the rest of the creative arts, leaving nothing but small troupes like the ember island players. one of zuko's personal goals (meaning things he wants to accomplish that aren't as important as restoring his country) is to bring back theatre; he finally manages to do it after about eight months or so of being fire lord, along with other arts like dancing, music and sculpture

he establishes a national day of mourning, on the first day of autumn every year, to commemorate the genocide of the air nomads. from 100AG onwards, every calendar printed in the fire nation has it marked. at first it was called the day of repentance, but aang persuaded him to have it changed (by arguing that he didn't want guilt to be a literal staple of fire nation culture)

he introduces literally So Many educational reforms, plus a mandatory class that teaches students about the cultures of the other nations (air nomads included) and how some of their traditions overlap

he turns down the offer of having a statue put up of him in the capital. toph ignores him and does it anyway.

he visits azula regularly, makes sure she's (relatively) comfortable and well-fed, and sometimes just sits down outside her door and tells her about everything that's going on right now ('some of the far colonies have developed their own standardised writing, azula, you wouldn't believe it, and i've asked the fire sages to come visit more often—but you never liked them, did you? oh, well; i'll make sure none of them go into your chambers by mistake')

(he doesn't know it, but when he does this azula sits by the door and listens. she wonders what kind of writing the colonists have developed, and whether or not the fire sages have taken on some new recruits.)

he hates being above anyone else. never sits in the throne if he can help it, nor does he sit on the dais in the council room. when he talks to people shorter than him, he finds himself stooping a little bit to talk to them on their level (the exception to this rule is sokka, who he mocks for being shorter all the way up until sokka grows taller than him, the bastard)

the first time he visits the earth kingdom, the earth king's ministers call a toast. he ends up being the only one who has to sit out, because he's too young to drink by earth kingdom law

once his servants figure out he won't kill them for talking to him, they start becoming a lot more bold, telling him off when he doesn't take care of himself. at one point, they force him to let them take care of him so much that he literally just bolts into the gardens and hides there until the staff rope in mai and ty lee

when he needs to escape, he does one of two things: (a) he dresses up as the blue spirit and does some parkour until he calms down, or (b) he goes to work at the jasmine dragon. (b) happens less often bc the jasmine dragon's in ba sing se, but there's been a few memorable incidents when an earth kingdom diplomat walks in and yells, 'LEE?!' when they see the fire lord

the first court artist who draws him also happens to be the one who drew azulon and ozai. he draws zuko without his scar. zuko takes one look at it and tells him, very calmly, that he'd like him to leave, please.

zuko burns the portrait. he doesn't fire the court artist, but he never calls on him again unless he has to. a second court artist is called, and can't help but be a bit confused when the fire lord tells him to be sure to include the scar

he forgets the crown. a lot. sometimes he walks into council meetings in his sleepwear with his hair tied up in a messy ponytail and a bunch of scrolls tucked under his arm. none of his councilmen have the guts (or the heart) to tell him that this is not, in fact, formal council wear

he goes to feed the turtleducks when he's stressed. he thinks he's being subtle. he's not. the entire palace knows, and they consciously give him space when they see him in the turtleduck garden

most of his staff are older than him, so they look at him and see this teeny tiny fire lord who is So Small and who Must Be Protected. the day after zuko's coronation, the head chef holds a meeting where they commence Operation Do-Not-Let-That-Boy-Turn-Out-Like-His-Father (subsection He's-The-Only-Good-Thing-We-Have)

one night he wakes up to find suki sitting in his room, decked out in full kyoshi warrior garb and makeup, and just about screams blue murder. suki tells him there are suspicions of an assassin in the palace, and would you please stop yelling it's very distracting, we won't be able to hear anyone coming over that racket

zuko gets very, very paranoid of random spirits after that. yeah, suki looks like a possibly malevolent spirit when she's wearing her makeup, what about it? (when he tells sokka he's highkey terrified of spirit shenanigans, sokka just looks at him and says, 'man, the stories i could tell...', and THAT'S when zuko remembers sokka spent like six months more than he did travelling with the avatar)

on his first visit to the southern water tribe, he removes his boots and leg guards, rolls up his pants and kneels barefoot in the snow. even though chief hakoda immediately starts trying to pull him up, he's stubborn as hell and stays kneeling for the entirety of his very long, very sincere apology-on-behalf-of-the-fire-nation speech. he nearly loses his toes to frostbite after that, and both sokka and katara never stop giving him shit for it

the first time he grows a 'beard' is completely accidental. he's stressed over some trade miscommunications with chief hakoda, hasn't slept in a few days...and then when sokka arrives as water tribe ambassador to help smooth things over, he takes one look at zuko and says 'man, facial hair does not suit you'

zuko: facial what now

he checks a mirror to find that he's got stubble covering his chin, dark enough that it almost looks intentional, and holy gods how the fuck did he not notice this before

'UNCLE WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME' 'i assumed you were doing it on purpose' 'WHEN HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING ON PURPOSE'

he shaves it all off immediately, of course, which prompts a lot of teasing and rib-poking from sokka until zuko finally snaps that he's scared it'll make him look like his father. sokka stops after that.

(the day after sokka leaves, zuko finds that a mysterious someone has scribbled all over ozai's royal portrait, giving him a frankly ridiculous beard and moustache that literally CANNOT be grown in real life. oddly enough, he can't bring himself to care about the defamation of royal property. he's too busy laughing.)

his paths cross with toph and sokka more than any of the others, because sokka is ambassador and toph is technically still a beifong. most of the time, at formal functions, he ends up sequestered in the corner with toph and a hoard of snacks, and they talk and swear much more than they usually do (zuko's ministers once heard him when he was drunk with toph, and the servants swear the older ministers' ears started bleeding)

he restores fire nation cultural festivals, and in doing so subjects himself to learning a lot of complicated dances

during one memorable week, he wrote so many letters and drafted so much legislation that he ran out of paper. he had to go visit the nearest school and ask for some

he keeps up with his firebending and sword training even though it's hard to fit into his schedule. his ministers refrain from reminding him that he has guards to protect him now; it's still hard for zuko to trust his safety with anyone but himself (team avatar is the exception).

he started sleepwalking about two months into his reign. no one knew why. one time, he nearly sleepwalked right off the edge of a balcony, and one of his guards had to grab him by the back of his robes.

the sleepwalking stopped after around a month and never happened again. at this point it's practically palace legend.

after freeing the war prisoners, he went around collecting every single earthbender-proof wooden cell he could find in the capital and surrounding areas. when he'd gotten most of them, he gathered them into a huge pile in the city square and set fire to them with his own hands.

unfortunately he couldn't do that with the waterbender metal cells but he did get toph to come in and bend them all into pretty shapes (well, toph thought they were pretty shapes. everyone else thinks they're meaningless squiggles)

he learned how to write with both hands at the same time out of sheer necessity (he refused scribes until it became clear that he'd be putting some people out of a job; that was when he started letting scribes write very, very minor things, but all important documents/drafts/letters are still written by him)

he once put the wet end of an ink brush in his mouth instead of the wooden end by mistake. didn't even realise until he bit down to keep it in place and ink went oozing everywhere

when his guards rushed in to find him coughing and spluttering black liquid all over his desk they thought he'd been poisoned but no he's just stupid

on his 17th birthday, his first one after being crowned, he got tackled by team avatar in the middle of the ballroom and ended up at the bottom of a cuddlepile for like ten minutes

this cuddlepile happened at an event that was very much public and very much formal. it was a scandal for weeks

just. fire lord zuko, guys. so much potential

#holy cow this ended up so much longer than i intended #atla #avatar #zuko #firelord zuko #headcanons

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queenofmoons67 · 2 years

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Upcoming: Zukka Week Fics

As a lot of you probably already know, Zukka Week 2022 happens this May! And I just wanted to give you all a heads up on what to expect from me so far.

Day 3, Spooning / Bed-sharing: “Titanic”

When Zuko was banished, he and his uncle hid themselves in Ba Sing Se. But now the Avatar has returned, and the war has ended with Fire Lord Azula on the throne. Determined to see his sister, Zuko sneaks aboard a ship headed for the Fire Nation. He doesn’t expect to fall in love with Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe along the way—and he certainly doesn’t expect to find himself fighting for his life in the freezing waters of the north. Titanic AU; 8k+ Words

Day 4, The Arts: “Dance and Be Gay”

Modern AU. The one thing Zuko has managed to hang onto over the years is his starring role in musical theater. When his father’s arrest results in him and Azula moving to be with their uncle in Ba Sing Se, though, the local high school has already started casting for the spring production of Cinderella--and the star role of Prince Charming is taken. But Cinderella herself remains un-cast. ... Never let it be said that Zuko would let anything stand in-between him and musical theater, let alone something like gender roles. 7k+ Words

Day 5, Disability: “Four Counts”

Sokka wakes up late one night and deals with his OCD, and Zuko is there to help. 622 Words

Day 6, Accidentally Dating: “Skating Into Love”

Zuko has always been his father’s disappointment. Deemed too weak to compete on his own in men’s single figure skating, he’s had to rely on a rotating stream of pairs partners to make it through season after season. But now that Zuko’s eighteen, his father has no lawful reason to keep Zuko around: And so Zuko finds himself both without a coach, and without a partner.

Sokka has always skated with Katara, but that changes when her boyfriend, Aang, comes of age for seniors and Katara decides she’d rather skate with him. At the same time, the International Skating Union announces that same-sex partners are now legal—and Sokka is determined to make a statement with his new choice of partner.

Aka, Zuko and Sokka take the world of figure skating by storm. 8k+ Words

Bonus: “Honk,” a pre-Zukka fic, is already out and on AO3!

Zuko needs to make his way to Ba Sing Se to find his uncle. Sokka needs to go there to find the rest of the Gaang. They end up on the journey together—but with one teeny tiny problem. Zuko’s been cursed into being an ostrich horse, and Sokka doesn’t know the animal he’s taking care of is actually human.

Featuring Horse Girl Sokka and Ostrich Horse Zuko. 6k+ Words

#zukkaweek #zukkaweek2022 #zukka #zukka fanfic #Zuko #sokka #atla #atla fic #avatar: the last airbender #Queen's post

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marlasomething · 2 years

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Zutara Month (Day 19): Go Now

Hello there!

As usual, I cannot see a "challenge" and let it go so...Zutara month it is! First time writing for the fandom (so, thanks for the challenge @zutraramonth , I won't be able to do ALL DAYS (to begin with, I wrote this yesterday but didn't have time to post prompt for Day 19 until Day 20...shame on me)

I did whatever I wanted with the canon, just saying.

As usual, do please forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: hints of post-partum depression

Also in AO3

Bad choices are a thing that happens. Sometimes, their consequences are either far more terrible that we could have ever predicted, or so ridiculously insignificant they are as bad as non-existent.

Other times, they were just what you would have expected, if you had thought about that teeny tiny thing called consequences beforehand.

Funny thing, most times it wasn’t that simple.

At all.

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Sometimes, a bad choice you do while you are a teenager somehow snowballs into a long-life commitment that your society would never accept to be broken and, what is even worse, will put two of the people you care more about in the world in a very nasty spot.

A spot you are dreadfully aware plenty of people are just waiting them to get to.

Better to shut up, better to commit to a role the whole population has decided fits you, even though you wanted so much more of your life.

In some universes, you do nothing to change said situation, you let it grow on you, as a parasite that eventually begins a symbiotic relationship with you.

However, it doesn’t always have to be so bleak.

In some worlds, you might hope, it definitively won’t be.

This is the story that took place in one of those worlds.

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Aang’s wife.

Precisely.

That is what you were now, what you had been for almost…it hadn’t been that long, just that moment in which it had been little enough time for it to still matter while not long enough for it to already be draining you completely.

Though, perhaps, you were not in a place where you were one to talk. After all; when everyone assumed it was a done deal, you didn’t exactly complain. You loved Aang; it was simple, pure.

You could just stare at his face and knew you would protect the boy until his dying day, a smile worth a kingdom.

Easy.

Love was supposed to be easy, that was what you had always believed; though it isn’t exactly as if someone had been there to explain how any of these matters worked when you were growing up. Perhaps, if you hadn’t gone into freeing the whole world, they would when you had gotten even just slightly older but, somehow, you have a hunch it wouldn’t have worked that way exactly.

It didn’t feel like a topic of conversation your people were strong at.

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You remembered your wedding day, The Avatar had been pure happiness and you had been happy for his happiness, but…there was no excitement inside of you, no burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. There was no…

There was no fire.

You had subconsciously looked for Zuko, he should have arrived already but, apparently, he had been feeling rather sick and arrived by the time the ceremony was about to commence.

His eyes were…strange, confused.

Just as yours; it was how your eyes (and your whole body and soul) usually felt around your friend, the more the older you got.

There were feelings there too; different from the ones you held for Aang (or Toph or Sokka, for that matter), these were… complex, infuriating, in a way.

Nothing you could do anything about anymore. Not when you had been walking down the aisle, nor now, as your tiny baby giggles in his father’s arms, already managing to play with the wind around his chubby fingers ever so slightly.

“I promised myself I would always be fair” Aang’s words took you by surprise; you could not completely grasp what was happening to you but, since Tenzin had been born, managing your lack of conformity with the live you were living had become harder and harder.

And it felt horrible, it felt horrible to know one of these days Aang would realise the love you had ever felt for him was in no way comparable to the devotion that made his eyes shine every single time he caught a glimpse of you.

The very one that had made them a symbol for all the kingdoms.

A symbol that could never be destroyed; no matter what.

“And you are” you argued, a bit hesitant, not sure of what your husband was talking about.

“You don’t…” he gulped and, for an instance, he was the little kid that used to love to play with penguins once again. “You don’t love me, not the way we are supposed to love each other. Toph noticed, by accident. She told me…when we were in the Fire Nation and you and Zuko were alone…just… being there …she told me the next day she was so sorry for having told Sokka ours was just going to be a boring-ass arranged marriage, that your heart never accelerated while near me the way it was supposed to, the way mine does…thinking I was the one with you that evening…” he stopped speaking for a second, thoughtful. "Uh…maybe she actually knew what she was doing.”

“Of course she was” you think, not knowing whether you want to murder or hug your friend from trying to help.

“Are you telling me I am in love with Zuko, our Zuko?”

“I am saying you are my best friend and somehow I managed to talk to you into being married to me for almost three years already (plus a lot before practically married) with you not feeling the same way I do. And, yeah, that maybe you have a terrible taste in men…remember Jet?”

“I am not killing you for the sake of our son…” you closed your eyes. The very word son made your head ache.

You weren’t ready to be a mother, you shouldn’t be and yet…

“He is coming tomorrow, you two should talk.”

“And what happens next?” he shrugged.

“Likely? Sokka changes Tenzin’s diapers. “The rest? I wish I knew…just as I know I want you to be happy. Please, Katara, be happy.”

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The point stood yet, you were happy. You had settled for your life, you were compliant of it (sort to speak).

Still…you could be happier, you could not be bounded to help out The Avatar, living your own adventures, as you always wanted, going solo (or with friends, but being able to choose), visiting strange locations for the shake of it, without the need of some important mission to be accomplished.

And, when you returned home, the person waiting could make you feel... complicated.

“Katara” his voice had changed (you weren’t teenagers anymore, after all), but it still reverberated in the very same manner.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Zuko; how is Izumi?”

“Crying a lot. At least when I go to see her.”

“Uh… Is everything with Mai alright?” he tensed, the face you had learned to read so well through the years contorted in his usual I-am-not-speaking-about-this expression.

You weren’t letting it go this time (you had never done, after all).

“At least, is everything alright as friends?” he sighed. “You cannot lie to me.”

“According to her (and Toph), I can. I…do. But, yes, she is also a great housemate, not like others.”

“Those tents were fucking small, even for us back then. Unless you mean Sokka, if you meant Sokka, I haven’t said a word” he chuckled a bit, thankful for the short interruption. “I…You are one of my best friends…but…it’s…what I feel…it’s not…”

“Easy” you two finished simultaneously and, for a second, all tiredness was forgotten and you ran towards him.

There was not even need for a kiss, nor a hug. That was how well you had learned each other, even from the distance.

The mere act of holding hands was more than enough to realise that, right there, right now, you had begun a second chance.

In what, or how, that was something still to be discovered.

And you couldn’t be more willing to do so.

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Sadly enough, even if you eventually realised the way you want to live your life, the World was not necessarily going to comply with your wishes, not even with your needs.

You knew it is wrong, everyone that you had told, everyone that should have been aware of your new situation agreed on this point. However, your society was far more numerous ( and far more short-sighted than me even; Toph had said, scoffing, while believing if she became something in the line of a law enforcement she would be able to finally change the system -you (and she) were lucky enough your older brother almost accidentally talked her out of the idea-). So you were going to put in a public face…no matter who you held in a fraternal and who in a passionate way behind doors.

There was only one thing in which, under no circumstances, you were going to surrender to again.

You were no consort. You were Katara, the Waterbender. A hero and, beyond that, an adventurer.

That was why, that very morning, your people had to understand you were leaving with your brother, in search of a lost civilization’s remains; likely to be joined by your mutual friend Lord Zuko.

After all, the team of Iroh and Mai had always been better when it came to ruling.

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No one is watching you.

Well, that is not exactly true, he is. As you pretend to sleep; just delighting in the touch of his surprisingly cold fingertips in your collar bone.

It is a tent again; it is half in hiding, as the first time you actually trusted him.

For a second, you feel a blinding pain, realising that whatever life you are about to head right into is going to be always behind shadows, even if just partially.

However, it only last that, a second. After all, second changes are always stronger than merely thoughts with the length of its epitome.

#zutara month 2022 #second chances #katara #zutara #zuko #avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender fanfic #fanfiction #bitterswee

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the-badger-mole · 3 years

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Scarecrows and Big Stones

Arguments like this kill me. First of all, not all Zutarians ship Taang. Not all Zutarians hate Aang. In fact, despite the best efforts of myself and a few other Zutara shippers, many actually still like the little snot sorry....sorry this isn't an Aang salt post. What I'm trying to say is that just because we all ship Zutara doesn't mean we have all the same opinions on any other character or ship.

Secondly, just because a lot of us the recognize abusive tendencies in Aang's canon relationship with Katara doesn't mean that when we put him in our stories or ship him with someone else we transfer those same abusive tendencies with him. Most of us when we write him are trying to fix what was wrong with him in canon. Fanfiction is transformative. That's the whole point.

Third of all, I'll bet the Venn Diagram of people who genuinely hate Aang and who ship him with Toph is pretty much two separate circles connected by a teeny tiny sliver of truly creative people. I know I certainly don't ship him with Toph. Trust me, if we want to get Aang out of the way of Zutara, we don't have to pair him with anyone at all. We just have to write Katara the way she was before Bryke decided that her whole entire world was Aang. The problem just takes care of itself from there.

#atla #atla discourse #zutara #anti aang #anti kataang #strawmen and monoliths #in case you were wondering what this title meant.#gee! it's almost as if zutarians don't share a hive mind #and we can have different opinions on different characters and ships #anti taang #just in case

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felidlycanthrope · 4 years

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Bandages

zuko x reader

fluffy bliss w maybe a teeny bit of angst if you squint

The battle raged on for far longer than any of us were used to. I felt like Zuko and I moved like a finely tuned machine-bursts of fire and water flew as enemy soldiers surged from the wings.

It seemed like hours until the battle was won and we were finally able to trudge home (or at least back to the patch of ruined Western Air Temple that we set up camp at).

“I’ve never been so tired in my entire life,” Aang groaned as he sunk to the ground. He curled up in a ball as Katara gathered a few logs and sticks from the pile we’d accumulated in the corner beside my all but abandoned tent.

“At least we know that village is safe for now,” Katara sighed, “they won’t have to worry about their rations mysteriously vanishing

After a while, the silence became mind-numbingly painful. Katara was the one to break it in typical Katara fashion: “It’s been a long day, we should all catch some sleep while we can.”

“Who am I to argue with that?” I laughed half-heartedly. I looked over to see Zuko pretty much falling asleep beside me with his empty bowl still in his hands. I stood on aching muscles and turned to face him. I brushed a strand of hair from his face, jolting him awake. “Sorry- it’s just..you should get to your tent. It’s not safe to sit by the fire like this.” I held my hands in front of me in offering.

He grunted in agreement, taking my hands with what little energy he seemed to have left. I halfheartedly pulled him to his feet, lacing my fingers with his. We said our goodnights to the remaining members of the group and retreated to the corner of the temple we’d claimed as our home.

It wasn’t until Zuko lit the lantern near his tent that I noticed a small patch of blood that had seeped through his shirt. “You’re hurt, you idiot,” I hissed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, obviously trying (and failing) to hide the pain that the movement seemed to cause.

“I’ll go get Katara, she can heal some of the deeper ones real quick before they all-“

“No!” His voice pierced the quiet of the night. “I mean, no thank you. I don’t want her to…I don’t want to be…I’m fine, I promise.” He tried to lift the flap of his tent, but paused for a moment as he doubled over, clutching his right shoulder.

“At least let me try to bandage some of them,” I pleaded, “so they don’t get infected. I know for a fact that you haven’t washed this sleeping bag since last week.”

He paused for a moment, trying to hide the rolling of his eyes. He sighed and replied, “fine. Do whatever.”

He tried to shrug his shirt off with a wincing groan. I pulled it back the rest of the way when his arms slumped to his sides, brushing against my thigh in front of him. I discarded it to the side as I examined the damage. Scrapes and bruises littered his torso and arms, but it wasn’t until he turned around that I saw a painfully large burn covering his right shoulder blade.

“There’s a little jar in my pack,” he mumbled as he laid down on his sleeping bag. He shuffled around for a moment before decidedly shoving his face into the pillow.

I stood up from my position kneeling on the edge of his sleeping bag to oblige. A sea of clothes and trinkets covered my prize- a tiny red clay pot, wrapped carefully in sinew-y ropes and tied with an impossibly neat little bow. It even seemed as if it were polished; its surface was much more smooth than any handmade pottery I’d seen before.

“A little bit should do,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Aloe and clay from the swamplands outside the palace. Uncle made it.”

“It definitely smells like it’s effective.” The moment I opened it the smell of eucalyptus and mint burned my nose. I grabbed the bandage that was tucked beside it, and shuffled back toward him. I settled beside his body, sitting cross legged. I uncapped the vial again, scooping a small amount onto my fingers and gently brushing it onto the bloodied surface.

He groaned, clutching the pillow. “Guess I forgot how much it stings.”

It broke my heart to see him in such pain, especially knowing it was probably because he was concerned with protecting me. I also knew he would never admit it.

A silence washed over us as I continued to clean and dress his wounds. The lantern was barely flickering by the time I finished maneuvering a very fragile battlefield. “You know you don’t have to hide this kind of thing,” I scolded him. I patted his less bandaged shoulder, motioning for him to sit up. “You’re all patched up. You’re welcome, by the way.”

He fiddled with his thumb for a moment before responding. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“You’re actually welcome,” I emphasized. “We’re a family here, we take care of each other. If you’re hurt we’re not going to exploit it and add to your emotional trauma, or whatever it is that Azula does with papercuts.”

He let out a small chuckle before flicking a hand toward the lantern. The flame responded with a fervent uptick before settling at an enthusiastic pulse. Shadows danced on the walls of the tent past the darkness of the night, painting a portrait of the awkward silence that enveloped the room.

“You should get some rest,” I said, trying to break the silence, “it’ll help you heal faster, or something. I think. I’m not really sure, Katara usually makes the healing recommendations around here.”

I started to stand before a hand around my wrist stopped me in my tracks.

“Stay, please,” he said. “I don’t know what happened the other night but…it helped a bit. Or something.”

I couldn’t help but let a smile creep across my face as I settled down beside him. He lifted the covers as I shuffled closer to the warmth of his body. His head hit the pillow with a satisfying thud. He tried to hide a wince, but failed absolutely miserably. The pain crept across his face, contorting his features.

“You’ve gotta be more careful, you idiot,” I scolded him. “Just.. scoot over a little bit more. Carefully.”

He obliged with a pained chuckle. He settled back into his position, staring at the ceiling before letting his eyes drift shut.

The cold assaulted me through the thin fabric of the tent. A shiver ran through my body; I could feel Zuko’s side eye after a few blasts of wind filtered through the flap of the tent.

He turned onto his side- this time without so much as a twitch of the eye. “Come here. I don’t get cold easy. Should be warmer.”

“No, no it’s fine,” I assured him, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or-“

“It’s not uncomfortable, promise,” he replied.

I wasn’t one to turn down a human fireplace- I obliged with cautious enthusiasm. I laced my fingers with his right by his side, pressing my chest flush with his side and wrapping my other arm over his waist. I maneuvered my hand over a battlefield of cuts and scrapes before settling over his other hip.

It wasn’t long before his quiet snores overwhelmed the croaking badgerfrogs and chirping cricketmoths. And it was even less time before his steady heartbeat and admittedly gloriously warm bedmate.

#zuko #zuko x reader #prince zuko #firelord zuko #zuko fic #zuko fanfiction #atla #atla imagine #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #avatar #firelord zuko imagine #firelord zuko x reader #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko imagine

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writebecauseyoucannotbreathe · 3 years

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Sokka: How can you have feelings for Azula? She zapped you! To death!!

Aang: I don't know! It's confusing. Have you ever been scared and attracted to someone at the same time?

Sokka: *thinks back to the first time he met Suki*

Sokka: Shit. Okay, we need to find a way to reverse this before you end up marrying Azula and moving to the South Pole.

Aang: Why would we move to the South Pole?

Sokka: Chief duties and family. Although we plan on splitting time with Kyoshi Island—

Sokka: Never mind. It's irrelevant.

Aang: Okay...don't forget to also factor in visits to the Air Temple.

Sokka: Of course! But first we need to do a teeny tiny operation to remove the part of you that has a crush on Azula.

#azulaang #atla #avatar the last airbender #azula #aang #sokka #incorrect quotes #atla incorrect quotes #aang x azula

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chiptrillino · 3 years

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Based on the flashbacks showing baby/very young Aang being around nuns rather than monks in Appa's Lost Days and The Avatar and the Firelord, it looks like baby air nomads would've been born and spent their early childhoods at the all-female Eastern or Western temples, and when the boys got a little older, they would move to the all-male Northern or Southern temples. That being said, I can imagine Aang being such a cute and sweet little baby/toddler that the nuns would end up fighting over him.

this whole ask feels like Gyatso just knocked on my door like, “hello! can you spare some of your time?”

#chip!ask #atla #gyatso #a teeny tiny aang and roku is somewhere there if you squint #i do in fact think that aang was cute #but i won't fight the elder or superior nun for nanny rights #if i do live in the atla universe i would be nothing more then a humble useless tearbender #and baby aang would airbend himself out of my arms #and i would be there at the edge off the cliff being like #oh no i killed the baby #while the toddler will float next to me as if nothing happend #Anonymous

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nadisabug · 3 years

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Oh Baby // First Day // Part Two

Pairing: Sokka x reader

Warnings: mom friend slur is used 😌, secret group chats, reader is still oblivious, zuko and mai are a thing

Summary: Y/n and the gang go to the first day of their shared home ec class.

A/N: ahhhh I KNOW I just posted two chapters but I am in LOVE with this story and I have a teeny tiny rat brain hehe so have another~

Part One // Series Masterlist // Part Three

“Do you know how I feel every time you say aloud ‘Hey Siri, text Y/n’s lover,” I blushed. I tried to hide my embarrassment, but it wasn’t working well.

“I know. Don’t care much though,” my sister responded. She was lounging in the passenger seat with her legs kicked up on the dashboard. “If you have such a problem with it either run him over like he asked or kiss him.”

“There is no in between with you is there,” I huffed. I swiped on my phone to make a tweet before we left. I looked up and saw Sokka in the middle of the road waving like a maniac. I put down my phone and waved back. “I am not running you over!” I yelled.

Sokka deflated immediately and sulked over to my car. Once he hopped in and shut the door, I finished my tweet, put my phone down, and put the car into drive.

“Took ya’ long enough, snoozles,” Toph grunted.

“I prefer my other name, if you don’t mind,” Sokka shot back, wrinkling his nose adorably. Or normally. Maybe I was a little biased.

I knew I had a crush on my best friend, but I did my best to hide it. Well, it wasn’t the best since everyone in the gaang except Sokka knew about my crush. I’m still denying it to their faces, but they know. They’ve told me a million times that he likes me too, but I have ignored them. He was just a good friend, there was nothing to say that he liked me by the way he acted.

“Y/n’s lover?” Toph smirked.

“No!” Both Sokka and I yelled at the same time. I looked at him and saw that his face was red and he was glaring at Toph. See? I thought to myself. The idea of being my lover is so terrible that he was getting upset with Toph.

“When will you get it through your thick skull that we’re just friends,” I sighed.

“Yeah, just friends,” Sokka echoed softly.

Toph turned up the music after that, her signal that she didn’t want to talk anymore. So we didn’t. We drove to Toph’s school and dropped her off.

Once Toph was dropped off, Sokka climbed up into the passenger seat.

“Hey watch it,” I cried, pushing on his leg that was in my face. “I’ll crash!”

“Should have given me more time to get into the front,” Sokka retorted.

“Our school is five minutes away, you could have waited,” I sighed.

We drove the rest of the way in silence, though it wasn’t long. We got out quickly and raced to our classroom so that we weren’t late. I sat down next to Suki, who had Katara and Aang on her left. Sokka sat on my right with Zuko at his side.

“Okay class,” the professor started. “My name is Dr. Sorenson and I am your professor for HECO 123. I know many of you find this a joke class, but I will assure you it is very serious. Though, I have some good news. There will not be a final.” The entire class cheered at that. I looked over to Katara and smiled in an I-told-you-so-way. “Instead there will be a project worth 60% of your grade with an essay on this project worth 20% for a total of 80% of your grade.”

The entire class groaned. I looked over at Katara with a sheepish look on my face. Oops.

“You may pick your partner though. Your welcome,” she added dryly. “Pick them now and then at the end of class before you leave write down on this piece of paper.” After that she turned to the board and started lecturing.

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#oh baby 🍼#sokka smau #sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka imagine #atla smau #atla x reader #atla imagine #atla x y/n #atla x you #atla

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sifu-sugarqueen · 3 years

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Aang and flower crowns hc’s! 🌸

Aang learned to make flower crowns as a kid at the Southern Air temple. He would make them to apologize to Monk Gyatso when he goofed around too much during airbending training.

When Aang visits the Northern Water Tribe, he leaves moonflower crowns beside the pond in the Spirit Oasis to honor Yue.

Aang weaves flowers into Katara’s braid when they’re hanging out and have nothing to do. He always blushes at how pretty she looks with them in her hair.

Aang spends hours helping Sokka pick the prettiest Earthkingdom flowers and teaching him how to make crowns for Suki.

Toph won’t let Aang put the flower crowns on her, so she always wears them lopsided. Aang tells her that she looks great regardless.

Aang and Zuko sit by the turtleduck pond between meetings and try to make teeny-tiny crowns for the duckies.

Aang brings Azula a fire lily flower crown whenever he visits her in the hospital. She always burns them, but he’s determined to persist until she gives in.

#atla headcanons

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littlelovelyspiderling · 4 years

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I could definitely see Zuko trying to retaliate every now and then, but failing miserably, because he just doesn't know how to properly tickle someone. This would lead to general amusement and probably even more tickles for the poor guy😂

omg I never thought about this

I’m sure Zuko and Azula had some cute lil sibling tickle fights when they were teeny-tiny, but like...that was probably the last time Zuko tickled someone?? he doesn’t really seem like the kind of person who’d initiate anything that, especially into his teen years, so he hasn’t exactly had a lot of practice

meanwhile, the rest of the gaang are very good ticklers and have no trouble getting each other and poor Zuko thrashing and giggling up a storm...there’s a lot of playful back and forth tickling between them, one person starts then the lee eventually gets their revenge, except (they quickly notice) when it comes to Zuko

Zuko gets suuuper flustered when he gets tickled and never thinks to retaliate by tickling people back; it’s just not in his nature...but maybe one day Sokka and Aang gang up on the poor prince and REALLY get him good and just totally wreck him, and once he finally gets away all flushed and embarrassed he’s like that’s it

and out of nowhere he lunges at Sokka and just kind of...awkwardly shakes / rubs his hands against his torso 😂 and Sokka just stares at him like 😯🤨 “lol dude what are you doing”

cue Zuko getting more flustered and being all “I’m...trying to retaliate!” 😡😡😡

and Sokka just cracks up like “oh man have you never tickled someone before?? do you not know how? is tickling illegal in the fire nation or something?? sounds pretty legit. don’t worry —I’ll teach you!”

which of course leads to Aang pinning Zuko down with earthbending and Sokka sitting beside him, pointing out all the areas on his body that are typically ticklish on people, explaining in depth what techniques tend to work best in which areas, and then demonstrating all the different techniques in every spot - pinches, scratches, squeezes, etc - maybe quizzing him on what tickling techniques work best where and tickling him with said technique if he gets it wrong, rendering Zuko a laughing, blushing mess 🙈

but now at least Zuko knows how to get him back, which might make Sokka regret teaching him in the first place 👀

#💗#ticklish zuko #ticklish!zuko #sfw tickling #asks #zukka

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attackfish · 4 years

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5 headcanons for a ‘verse where Sokka was born a girl?

Continued from: [Link], [Link], [Link], [Link], and [Link].

1. Sokka is desperately disappointed to find out that Suki isn't home when they fly to Kyoshi Island to gather information to prove Kyoshi's innocence in Chin the Conquerer's death. Desperately disappointed, but also kind of relieved? Because the thing is, last time she was on Kyoshi Island, she had no idea what this thing she was feeling for Suki was, but now she does, and she has no idea if Suki feels the same way, or if Suki even likes girls. Add to that her complicated and extremely unresolved feelings about Yue and how she left this world, and Sokka is maybe okay with not seeing Suki again quite so soon.

2. And she might have a slightly different reaction to seeing Toph take down a punch of big buff masculine earthbenders at the Earth Rumble Six. When she comes out into the arena, Sokka shoves her fist into the air with a great big, "HECK YEAH!" Of course her brother has to be all, "It's probably all staged." Shut up Katara, let her have this.

3. And then they go to the Blind Bandit's house and see her as she is every day when she's not in the ring. She's in a pastel silk dress, with flowers, and little trailing bits of hair, long cumbersome skirt, and diaphanous sleeves. She looks delicate and helpless, and part of Sokka is just a teeny tiny little bit jealous that she can pull that off, and pull off the awesome warrior thing. But she's also clearly very unhappy, and trapped, and Sokka feels kind of bad for her. People who have things Sokka wants need to stop having such a crappy time. It makes her uncomfortable.

4. But then Toph is kidnapped, and they rescue her (kind of) and she runs away with them. And Toph is great! She's loud and crude and uninhibited, and Sokka feels like this is a girl who can be her best friend the way the other girls in her village talked about. Yeah, that's not the way Katara sees it. Katara is straight up sick of his big sis joking about how he's a perfect little mother, and going to be a good little wife (especially since he's not exactly sure what to make of the fact that he likes a guy, specifically Aang) and yes oh, he's the one who's been doing all the cooking and tidying up and making sure everybody has what they need, and ever since Sokka started refusing to do it he's been the one doing the laundry and the mending and sure Sokka is kind of terrible at it and keeps getting distracted and pricking her finger every time she tries to sew anything, but now there's three of them who are refusing to help out and pitch in with any of these girly chores, which let's remember, Katara is not a girl and he's doing these, so he is like somebody else to start picking up the slack thank you very much. Toph is not at all sympathetic to this argument and anyway can't sew or cook, and has no idea how to do laundry, so it looks like it's all still Katara's problem.

5. And Toph decides, fine, she's not going to add to Katara's problems. She's out. Sure, there might be a band of dangerous ladies, as Sokka dubs them, after them, but Toph can take care of herself.

#avatar the last airbender #sokka #katara #toph #aang #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #aang d'awww #sokka the meat and sarchasm guy #katara is the answer #a little toph love

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flameohotzuko · 4 years

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teeny tiny drabble: The gaang love breakfast. Katara loves something Zuko loves. Katara resolves not to love something Zuko loves.

It’s a strange consequence of Toph, Sokka, and Aang’s free-wheeling, very risky scamming days that the gang now have more food than they know what to do with. All those stealthily fought-for pieces of silver giving way to more than ten types of moon peach jam, a few loaves of salty fish village bread, Earth Kingdom roti, and a whole lot of oddly shaped fruits, vegetables, and buttery residues being kept safe in Appa’s saddle. And Sokka’s pockets. And Momo’s grabby hands.

Katara, of course, won’t eat any of it. Has everyone gone mad? She and Toph got thrown in jail because of those scams! And Sparky-Sparky-Boom-Boom-Man came after them! And she’d had to sweat her own waterbending water to get out of it. Eesh.

Even the idea of accepting whatever salty bread slice Sokka’s shoved on his person for ‘a surprise mid-battle snack’ makes her want to gag.

Of course, Toph doesn’t have any suspicions about it. She’d eat anything. Gosh, she’s even happy to arm-wrestle Sokka for crusts! Toph loves bread and Toph dunks literally everything in the sweetest slice-tinged jar of moon peach jam - to the extent that Katara once asked her if she’d rather just have the jar, why waste time with anything else? And Toph and Aang and Sokka had declared that a great idea and licked a few jars clean with just their tongues.

Katara had had to squirm through their sticky faces for the whole day after that. No one had listened to her telling them - even politely - that maybe they could wash their faces before they went into town for anything. She could even waterbend a facial if they really wanted! Of course, Sokka was remiss to remind her of the many times, back home, when he’d only slept in on the day’s chores for a few minutes and she’d waded in, Gran-Gran by her side, and ‘waterbend-facialed’ him into a face full of ice. An almost-permanent grimace. An embarrassment - and an invasion of his privacy she’d got Gran-Gran involved in - that he’d hold onto forever.

C’mon, Katara. Who wants their grandma to see them sleeping with their hair down, in just their.. y’know... undergarments, hugging their boomerang?! And I couldn’t move my face for three hours! Three!!! Hours!!!

Katara couldn’t believe her brother sometimes. That was in the North Pole, Sokka! Water freezes there! You don’t have to worry about that here. And she’s washed your... undergarments a billion times!

Yeah? He’d dunked his face in more jam. Well, I’m not taking any chances!

In any case, Katara buys her food and keeps it separate from the scamming food. She just doesn’t trust it. She can’t. She won’t. Well, she might sometimes steal a bit of the plain butter. Just for her own separate sandwiches. Just because she likes the consistency of the yellow stuff. It reminds her of days at home, skinning the scales on the fishes that were never as rough as she expected. Smooth. Spreadable as a garnish on just about everything. Not that anyone needs to know her reasons.

Mostly, the gang are just glad that Katara’s stopped being such a goody-goody about everything. Those scams were hard work! Sokka’s offended anyone wouldn’t want the fruits of his labour. And if Sugar Queen wants the boring yellow stuff, well, that’s fine with Toph. And Aang’s just happy she’s eating properly. If it means more moon peach jam for everyone else, that’s... good, too. Great, even.

So great that no one realises Zuko quite likes that plain old butter, too. His tastes and hankerings for the lavish riches fading pretty quickly after his disgracing the Fire Nation and joining the Avatar. And Uncle Iroh always liked the simple things. Maybe it’s time for him to accept that, too.

He never really intended any offence, firebending his bread and spreading the butter over the browned bits. But the way Katara looks at him — mid tear-and-share with Momo — makes him feel like he’s done something wrong.

Oh, he sees her angry blue eyes. Is only Aang meant to feed the.... monkey-bird? Um, monkey-lemur? Lemur-monkey?

She doesn’t say a thing as she storms off. She resolves herself to never eat butter-and-bread again. Not if he likes it. All.... golden and burned somehow. Smelling... delicious. Glistening and gold. No! No way!

And Zuko makes sure to ask Sokka one day, if he did anything wrong. If he’s upset Katara.

And Sokka laughs, and throws an arm around his shoulder, and says all women are mysteries. That includes his sister.

But Zuko isn’t quite sure. So the next time he’s having his breakfast, he asks Katara if she’d like him to firebend her some bread she can butter.

And Katara is adamant she can make her breakfast herself.

But he makes sure to ask her. Every morning. Until one dewy dawn where he doesn’t have to finish his sentence. He hears the rumble of her stomach. Watches as she just shoves the bread next to his hand. And unfurls his palm. And tells him to just get on with it.

And Zuko can’t help the smile that breaks on his face. Her eating with him is even better than eating alone. Even if it means they’ll have much less butter to go around.

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