#zuko being the little spoon>>>

[ssokkasmoon]

WHEN HE'S THE LITTLE SPOON WHILE CUDDLING (modern au)

SOKKA

You snuggled up watching a movie,you are curled into Sokka's chest as usual.

But tonight he gets a mischievous glint. "You know, I don't think I've ever been the little spoon before."

You laugh, thinking he's joking. But when he pries your arms off and rolls over, you realize he's serious.

You wrap your body around his back, chin fitting into his shoulder. Sokka lets out a content sigh.

"This is kind of nice actually. I can see the appeal now," he admits as you giggle.

Your arms feel so safe and warm enveloping him. He can't help but relax into your soft embrace.

You lay like that for a few minutes, your steady breaths on his neck lulling Him towards sleep.

ZUKO

Zuko is usually the big spoon during your cuddling sessions. But one night he gets the urge to change things up.

He rolls over so his back is to you and hesitantly moves your arm over his waist.

You can tell he's a bit self-conscious so you snuggle in close and hold him tightly. You press soft kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders.

Zuko relaxes into your embrace with a soft sigh. It feels nice to be held for a change and let someone else be the strong one.

He covers your hand with his own and interlaces your fingers, enjoying the intimacy.

He surprises even himself with how much he enjoys being your little spoon. He starts to crave it just as much as giving you cuddles.

© 2024 ssokkasmoon

[azulaaaaaaah]

atla/tlok characters that i think did *it* (but i just can’t prove it)

this is the most unserious post i’ve ever made. (AND I WANT TO PREFACE BY SAYING BY *IT* I MEAN KISSING)

Sozin and Roku

and history will say that they were just great friends…

this is the only one where ill legitimately die on this hill

like i’m 90% sure roku just showed Aang their friendship in the flashbacks to prevent awkwardly explaining to a 12 year old monk that he was romantically and/or physically involved with the person who committed a g*nocide against his people

LIKE CMON WHY IN THE WORLD WAS SOZIN SO PRESSED IN THE BACKGROUND OF ROKU’S WEDDING ??? AND FOR NO REASON?? WHY WAS THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO INTENSE?

sozin i feel loved roku (to an obsessive level) and roku literally dgaf. king shit

Wan and Raava

genuinely what the fuck was going on between these two. like i don’t even have any words

canonically at the very least it was a domestic partnership

S2 korra doesn’t make sense at the best of times. imagine trying to explain the intensity of this pair’s devotion to each other, to someone who hasn’t seen the show- all the while knowing raava is a disembodied spirit practically older than time

she’s the embodiment of everything good and light in the universe and he’s just wan. (and he’s wanough <3)

‘do you think we’re soulmates in every life?’

‘bet’

‘wait that’s not what i-‘

Cabbage Merchant and his cabbages (or at least a cabbage)

yeah i’m not touching this one with a 10 foot pole

Every member of the red lotus squad

ah yes it’s my favourite evil polycule

amidst plans to kidnap children and topple monarchies what else is there to do except… kiss.

let’s be real there’s something so inherently romantic about being apart of an elite, vaguely murderous anarchist squad

they all share one exact bed. it’s canon

(p’li somehow big spoons all of them)

The S2 Nomads

these dudes are the textbook definition of anti-monogamy

like they’re obsessed with love so i fully believe that they think ‘it should be spread amongst others’ or some shit

oh to be a travelling communist nomad in a band, wandering the wilds with my wife, and our several partners

they’re somehow the opposite of the red lotus and yet the same. they all share a single bed/sleep area

The dangerous ladies (but all separately)

i don’t ship any of these particularly and yet can still admit that it’s canon

ty-lee and azula have kissed bc azula probably made up a dumb excuse like ‘oh i don’t want my first kiss with a guy to be… erm… bad’

mai and ty-lee have kissed because they both probably have genuine, vaguely deep rooted romantic feelings for each other

mai and azula have kissed to purely spite zuko (and yknow what ty-lee too)

HOWEVER A KEY ASPECT TO THIS DYNAMIC: azula is completely unaware about the ty-lee and mai thing. it’s uh… better off that way.

Hakoda and Bato

i ship this about 50% but like… it’s got to have happened once right? considering all that down time they spent together on a boat away from the repercussions of water tribe society…

also considering they were leaders i doubt the other warriors were in a position to ever call them out on it

like cmoooooooon what’s a little kiss between the homies every now and again?

hakoda is where sokka gets his rizz/flagrant bisexuality from and i can’t change that guys

[bouncybongfairy]

hey uhm this is my first time requesting so i hope i explain it well😅

could u write a zuko smut with both of them being banished seperately from the fire nation and they both have to search for the avatar and first they are rivals but then when they both join the gaang (gosh i hate that word) and somehow end up together in a cave with crazy sexual tension and one thing leads to another

if youre not too uncomfortable with it could you put in zuko having a saliva fetish

thanks for reading all this my first language isnt english so the grammar is probably horrible sorry for that

Matching Angst

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After you and Zuko fell off Appa while fighting, you find shelter in a cave. After making up from the argument, things get heated.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Rough Smut, Oral Fixation, Saliva Kink. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Zuko and you were currently sitting inside a small cave, trying your best to dry off. While you were all flying on Appa, you’d fallen while pushing Zuko who also plunged into the water below. Luckily nobody was hurt but unfortunately that meant you were stuck with Zuko for the night. Anng and Katara came to get both of you but decided that you both needed to work out whatever problems you had with each other. So now you were sitting next to the fire, happy that your clothes were finally dry. Resting your chin on your knees and watching the fire grow. The fight was over directions; so stupid and you guys had already apologized to each other. Old habits die hard and because you both spent so long searching for the Avatar for your honor's sake, it was easy to slip back into that attitude. It was getting colder and even though you had an unlimited fire, the same couldn’t be said for kindling. 

“Don’t make it weird,” he said, coming up and wrapping one of his arms around you. 

“It’s freezing,” you pointed out, holding onto his arm. 

“We’ll be out of here soon,” he said, making a makeshift bed for the two of you to sleep in. 

“I just feel like it’s my fault, if i hadn’t started that argument this wouldn’t be happening,” you said, kicking some of the dirt into the air. 

“If it makes you feel any better: you were right about the directions. I figured it out while we were arguing but felt too stupid to admit I was wrong. Let’s just call it even,” he said, laying on the bed and gesturing for you to join him. 

“Sharing a bed?” you asked, sitting next to him. 

“Yeah, normally I would make two but I figured because of the temperature it’d be safer to share body heat through the night. I mean- not that I would oppose sleeping next to you even if it was hot or-” he started to ramble. 

“It’s okay, I knew what you meant,” you giggle before laying down. 

It was nice enough for a night, not the best either. You knew there was no way you’d be getting any actual sleep. He was spooning you, using his arm as a pillow; the other arm was draped over your waist. He was breathing into your ear, snoring just a little. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. Your stomach would flip every time his lower stomach made contact with the arch of your back. Zuko could sleep anywhere no matter what, an ability you wish for. You were admiring how muscular his arm was; without thinking you start tracing one of the veins with your fingertip. He stirs in his sleep and pulls you closer to him. Pressing his erection against your ass, making your back involuntarily arch. Your breath hitches and you hope he doesn’t notice. Goosebumps covering your skin, like any contact he made with your skin felt like fireworks. 

Testing out the water, you start grinding yourself against him. Feeling a mixture of relief and excitement once he started rocking himself against you. He started pressing kisses against the back of your head as things started to heat up further. Not satisfied with the lack of friction, he yanks your shorts down. Pulling his member out and pushing it between your warm thighs. Everytime he trusts, his tip would glide against your slit. Spreading your wetness all over himself, loving how your body reacted when he brushed over your clit. Everything about you was driving him crazy. The way you were trying to hide your face in his arm. How hot your sex felt pressed against his length. His hands were exploring your body, starting at your chest. Pinching and kneading your breasts while groaning in your ear. 

He had to stop himself from cumming too early. Getting up and changing both your positions and shedding the remaining clothing. Now laying on your back and he was towering over you. The fire was burning out behind him, the sight making you melt and burn with anticipation. He leaned down lining himself up with your slit. Using one of his elbows to support his weight, resting it by your head. Bringing the other hand to your face; his thumb tracing your bottom lip. 

“Such pretty fucking lips,” he cooed while burning his length deep inside you. 

He maintained hard eye contact with you while pushing his thumb past your lips. Pushing your tongue down and feeling around your mouth. He started slowly thrusting, fucking his thumb in and out of your mouth to match pace with his hips. You curled your tongue around his digit which his hips snap forward involuntarily. The sudden fullness made you cry out, groaning and whining while arching your back. He started smearing your drool over your lips and down your chin slightly. Gripping your jaw and starting to pick up his pace. Nuzzling his face in your shoulder and pounding into you at an intense rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist and raked your nails down his back.

“Fuck!” he loudly growled in your ear as you bucked your hip up. 

You could tell he was nearing his orgasm because his rutting was becoming more erratic, going in and out of rhythm. Sweat was dripping off both of you while using each other’s bodies to cum. Your lower stomach was burning; almost searing as your abdominal muscles started to contact. Clinging onto him and digging your nails into his shoulders while you rode out your orgasm. Seeing you completely cock-drunk, and letting the nastiest cries coming out of your mouth made him cum. Fucking his cock so deeping inside you, your back began sliding forward. Moaning in your ear as he shot ropes of cum into your belly. Pressing wet kisses all over your forehead and cheeks. Slowly rocking his hips, enjoying the feeling of cum leaking out of you.

[angelshizuka]

Seeing someone on YouTube refer to Stolas as “Bojack Horseman if his habit of playing the victim was validated by the narrative”

First of all, Bojack Horseman is a six-season long COMPLETED series that everyone looks at fondly, one because it is a great show, but two because we SEE where everything was leading to because the show is DONE and has been done for YEARS.

Helluva Boss is STILL ONGOING, and we are 20 episodes into a 50-episode-long story, barely over a THIRD of the way done.

But also the claim that the show “validates his victim mentality” it literally DOESN’T???

I could see this argument being a thing when Apology Tour was still the latest episode to have come out, but now that the season is done, the narrative has literally forced Stolas into a situation where he has to address the problems he has put off and address the ways he has fucked up with the people he loves.

He took a gamble at freedom, he fucked up along the way, and his recklessness cost him EVERYTHING. If the narrative validated his “victim mentality” he wouldn’t be estranged from his daughter right now, who called him out on how badly he hurt her.

Is it because the show still wants us to feel bad for him, because not to pull a “back in my day” like a boomer, but I thought people used to understand that a show can ask you to feel bad for someone and STILL hold them accountable for their actions?

Us feeling bad for Stolas doesn’t mean we don’t get how he fucked up. Blitz comforting Stolas at the end of Sinsmas doesn’t mean he thinks Stolas handled things correctly.

Is it because Stolas spent Sinsmas “whining” and not doing anything about it? Because first of all, the guy is off his meds, he’d be homeless if it weren’t for Blitz, he has no money, his daughter hates him, and his abusers got everything they wanted from him.

He is at the lowest he has ever been, so YEAH he’s gonna whine about it!

Second of all, this is what we call a character flaw. Stolas has grown up on a silver spoon never having to worry about basic necessities because it was all handed to him. So to go from that to living in a cramped one-bedroom apartment where the bedroom is already occupied is probably gonna make him a little bratty, and Blitz gently but firmly shuts that down: “You know what’ll fixed that privileged little attitude of yours? Paperwork!”

Third of all, to reiterate my first point, the show is STILL ONGOING! Stolas is in the MIDDLE of his character arc, he’s not gonna snap his fingers and become a better person just like THAT, and S3 is going to begin with him in a place where he needs to rebuild his life and learn from his mistakes.

I swear to fuck these people would never have survived ATLA with Zuko’s redemption arc.

I've never seen Bojack Horseman, so I can't comment on that, but everything else you said is definitely correct.

These "critics" have made up their mind on Stolas long ago, making up whatever arguments they feel justify their hatred for him, and even now that the narrative has full blown debunked their arguments, they're too stubborn to let them go.

These people need to understand they don't have to make themselves look media illiterate just to hate a character, sometimes you just don't vibe with them and that's okay. I have plently of HH/HB characters I find overrated, but just don't bother with, because people are allowed to have fun with them.

But yeah, it's like saying Zuko is a godawful character when we were only 1 season in, or just got to the s2 finale. I get being worried about a character not being written well, because I definitely have my fair share of getting emotionally invested in a character with so much potential, only for the conclusion to be literal ass. But when a show has a clear finish line in sight that we're clearly still building up to, you need to acknowledge your arguments on the matter can change when new information/developments are presented.

(The main reason I said "a clear finish line" is because one of the reasons I salt about Miraculous so much is because it just keeps going and going and going and going, so there's never a satisfying conclusion, because "there's always more to come".)

Speaking of, just imagining ATLA airing in modern day and the discourse that would've come with it... I mean, it already happened when it came to the US Netflix some years ago. I'm so happy I just peacefully watched it as it aired on Dutch TV and even if there was online discourse going on, I wasn't aware of it.

[bluespiritshonour]

okay, picture this: zuko being mai's heating pack when on her periods

Damn you made me wish I had a firebending partner for that 🥲

That's so sweet though. Mai's set for life, she doesn't even have lift a finger. I've always been little spoon Zuko truther but Mai is grumpy enough that her being the little spoon is also very adorable. 🥰

And we know Zuko would absolutely do that because he's the kind of person to do things for his girlfriend. “If you could have anything right now what would it be?” and “Do you think you could find a fruit tart for the lady?” he'll definitely fuss over her too when she's on her periods. Mai would roll her eyes and not complain because he's cute. And I have a feeling she'd like being pampered.

[sulkybender]

the poem of you: a Zukka fic

tags: established relationship, hurt Sokka, hurt/comfort, Sokka has OCD, loving and protective Zuko, modern au

He finds Sokka curled on the floor next to the bed and his heart falls.

He always looks like he’s trying to make a shell with his body, a shell against the world he doesn’t have. 

Zuko gets down on his knees, touches his back. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, and Sokka starts to cry. Zuko covers him with his body, protection. The soft weight of Sokka crying underneath, the raggedness of his breath. 

“I’m here,” Zuko says, kissing the back of his neck, that vulnerable place, the short hairs delicate under his touch. “Baby, I’m right here.”

“It’s bad,” he weeps, inarticulate. 

“I know,” Zuko says. “I know. I love you.”

He curls around Sokka and tries, so hard, to protect him. 

—

Sometimes the thoughts are bad; they don’t relent. It’s like being kicked in the head, Sokka tells him, by the same thought over and over. 

Fuckup. 

Fuckup. 

Fuckup. 

He helps Sokka from the floor and tries to be gentle with him. Zuko spoons him in bed, pressing kisses to his hands. His whole body is stiff, delayed, fighting an infection from within. And the infection is Sokka, and the infection is killing Sokka. Or trying its best. 

“I love you so much,” Zuko says, arms slipping around his waist, snug. “You’re my baby, you know that? You’re my turtleduck.”

Sokka is cried out, hunched in on himself, hurting. The shakiness of his breath is painful. Zuko wants to take the pain away. It’s always seemed so unfair that he can’t. 

He would do anything for Sokka, but there’s nothing he can do. 

“You want me to tell you about my day?” he asks, and Sokka nods. 

Sokka is the talker—Zuko isn’t the talker—but Zuko can do this, can talk for him, fill the silences that Sokka’s mind would try to fill with unkind things. 

“Hmm, let’s see.” Zuko noses at his ear, nuzzling kisses. “It was a slow day. Did some client research. Ate a shitty croissant.”

He hums, thinking. 

“I wrote poems for a bit.” He can feel Sokka smile a little. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Zuko says. 

He falls into silence again for a while, feeling the soft rise and fall of Sokka’s chest. He’s no good at this, the steady patter, the lull of it. He tries to think of other topics but all he can do is wonder how long Sokka was on the floor. 

“What kind of poems?” 

Sokka’s voice is hoarse. 

“Nothing special.” Zuko kisses the back of his neck. “I wrote them on sticky notes and then I hid them in my desk.” He can feel the little motion that means Sokka is laughing, suppressed. “Yeah, yeah. Go on and say it.”

“Nothing,” Sokka says. 

“It’s never nothing.”

“I just love you,” Sokka says, his voice cracking slightly, and Zuko feels warm all over. He could cry. 

“I love you so much it’s crazy,” he says. He cards his fingers through Sokka’s hair. He wants to take care of Sokka so badly. It’s this ache in him all the time. 

“Were the poems about me?” 

Zuko snorts. 

“I wanna know,” Sokka whines. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he says. 

“That’s why you love me.”

He rolls over onto his back, smiling up at Zuko. And the smile is hesitant, his eyes still bright from crying, but he looks so handsome Zuko doesn’t know what to do with himself. His hair spills on the pillow, rich brown flecked with gold. He cradles Sokka’s cheek, thumb stroking the line of his jaw. 

He wants to write about the way Sokka’s hair looks, the way his face looks, the particular tilt of it, the thoughtful way his lips purse. He wants to write about wanting to take care of Sokka. Inadequate: his care, his words for it. 

“I would write such shitty love poems about you,” he says. 

“I’d love that,” Sokka says. 

“I’m sure you would.” He kisses Sokka’s head. “Only the shittiest.”

Sokka gestures, a little beckoning movement, and Zuko lies back in his arms, warm, Sokka’s hand protective on his hip. He can feel the tremor in Sokka’s hand, the exhaustion. He’s exhausted himself with the thoughts in his head, been pummeled by them. He’s pummeled still. 

“You’ll read them to me sometime,” Sokka murmurs. 

“I will not.”

“Someday you’re gonna be a famous poet,” Sokka says. “And then I’ll have to see your poems. There’s no avoiding it.”

He’s tracing circles in Zuko’s hipbone, delicate enough to make Zuko shiver with love. He wants to make Sokka dinner; he wants to wash his hair. He wants to do everything, because he can’t do the one thing, the thing that matters. He wants to fall asleep holding Sokka safe from the world. 

“Can we go on a walk later?” Sokka asks, hesitant. “Just to, um.”

It helps when he’s tired, too tired to think circles around himself. Zuko nuzzles him. “Of course, baby. I’d love to walk with you.”

He feels Sokka slump a little in relief. 

“God, you’re fucking lovely, you know that?” he says. 

And Zuko doesn’t know that, because there’s an infection inside him too, the thing that makes him doubt himself. The thing that makes him write poems on sticky notes and hide them away. 

He takes Sokka’s hand, presses it to his cheek. He’ll write a poem someday about that—the feeling of Sokka’s hand on his cheek. 

But he doesn’t have the words for that now. His words are so much less beautiful than that, such ordinary things. 

“You can always ask me to walk with you,” he says. 

And Sokka smiles like it’s a poem anyway. 

[fandom-smutty-shots]

The gaang's fav positions (18+)

Request

Masterlist

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Characters: Toph, Katara, Azula, Aang, Zuko, and Sokka

Warnings: p in v sex, f on f sex if you squint, uhhh other sexual like things so read at your own risk!!

A/N: Haha, I'm going to try a ~fun~ version of these imagines. Enjoy!!

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Toph Beifong

Toph would be a pillow princess.

She likes whatever can get her off the quickest while feeling amazing.

After all, at the end of the day, she knows she's more than worth being pleased.

Katara

Katara would love the shoulder holder.

She'd want to look you in the eyes, but she'd want her legs pushed all the way up so you could hit those better angles.

And you'd love doing it, the sounds she made when you did were like nothing else.

Azula

Azula would top you every time.

Her control issues would shine through as she handcuffed you to the bed, followed by tying your legs apart so she could have all the access she wanted.

"Aw, is my little slut feeling good?"

"You look like you're having too much fun, (Y/n. Should I spank you?"

You would cum of course, but only after she did. Two or three times.

Aang

Aang, of course, is a missionary kinda guy.

He wants to see every expression of pleasure you make as he makes love to you.

He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while playing with your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between the pads of his fingers.

"Is that how you like it, baby?" He'd ask as he hit each and every spot you needed.

Zuko

Zuko would want you in doggy every time.

He loves pushing your head down while using his free hand to slam your hips into his thrusts.

"Fuck, right there," you'd be moaning in seconds.

He could last so long like that, just watching how your ass jiggled with every stroke.

He made it worth your while when he'd reach around and toy with your clit, always making sure you finished all over him before he even got close.

Sokka

Sokka would be happy with any position.

But, if he had to pick, his favourite would be lazy, sloppy, sideways sex.

He's be spooning you and playing with your clit, making you drip for him. You'd twist forward so he could position himself, and he'd slowly slide inside.

His thrusts would be slow and lazy, just enough to make you finish right around the same time.

[avatar-legends-confessionblog]

I lowkey hate the way so many Zukka shippers mention and acknowledge Zuko’s mental health issues and trauma and such, but don’t even spare a glance at Sokka’s issues and are quick to categorize Zuko as a struggling person who always needs comfort and Sokka as the one who’s got everything together all the time. I love seeing Sokka comfort Zuko, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I’d just like to see Sokka being comforted for once. I wish more Zukka writers would at the very least acknowledge Sokka’s issues as well, it’s just tiring seeing Sokka always regarded as the calm, always-happy one.

Obviously there will be times when Zuko’s trauma is the sole focus of a story due to the plot, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m just talking about how so many Zukka shippers fail to recognize any of Sokka’s trauma, both in and out of fics/plot. It’s just a little sad to me, I guess.

They’re both big and little spoons, your honor. They both have major trauma to unpack!! Stop recognizing one and forgetting about the other!!! :(((

X

[rennelelorren]

Let's be real and discuss important things here

[bellatrixobsessed1]

I Am Blackened Bones (Part 28)

She is sick, Katara informs her as if she can’t deduce as much for herself. Too much time outside, prone and exposed to the cold. And so it is that she is buried under a rather weighty pile of furs and blankets, sitting in front of a fire with a steaming bowl of stew in her hands. She hopes that it isn’t more seaweed stew. She doesn’t think that she can stomach anymore of that. The texture is so slimy and gross on her tongue. And the taste is soggy.

Right now she isn’t particularly in the mood for any meal at all with her stomach being as unsettled as it is. And so she stares forlornly at the soup until Katara says, “you need to eat something, Azula, how are you going to fight off a cold if you don’t have any nutrients?”

“With my own immune system.” She grumbles. But she dips her spoon into the stew anyhow. She has herself just enough of the stuff to appease Katara and then sets the soup on the dresser an curls herself up under the blankets.

“I knew that we should have gotten you inside earlier.” Katara mutters as she pulls up a chair. She sets a bowl of water next to the half empty soup bowl. Azula wishes that she wouldn’t do that; one of these days she is going to try to heal her with soup broth by accident. She spreads the water over Azula’s forehead. 

“Have you ever gotten a cold before?”

Azula shakes her head. “I don’t think so.” She has been sick before, especially since leaving the palace. But never like this. She has dealt with viruses from insect bites and more rounds of food poisoning than she cares to admit. She certainly won’t miss having to taste test fruits and berries that she doesn’t recognize. This illness feels like none of the ones that she has had before. It is more uncomfortable than it is painful or terrifying. She is congested and her throat is terribly sore, likely from such persistent coughing. While her stomach is at least a little achy, she isn’t throwing up. Not like she had been after sampling one of the jatropha berries. Really it was her own fault for accidentally swallowing the seed too, and here she had been worried about cherries. The purple berries that she has no name for hadn’t been a fun experience either. Never in her life had she endured cramps so intense.

At least this time around she has a decent bed to lay in and furs to wrap around herself. And an air nomad who keeps bringing her warm teas. “Chamomile is good for sore throats.” He says. “But lemon is good too and I think that it tastes better.” 

Azula isn’t particularly fussy over how her tea is taken so long as it helps clear that horrid congestion. She finds that she rather likes breathing through both nostrils, a luxury that this cold is taking from her. 

Usually the tea does help clear her sinuses so she takes it from the Avatar with eager hands. She closes her eyes and inhales, to the best of her ability anyways. The scent of chamomile is kind as she breathes the steam in. 

As the tea begins to soothe her throat, Katara attempts to soothe the ache in her head and her stomach. “You’re not worried?” Azula says in way of conversation. 

“Worried?” 

Azula nods. “About getting sick too.” 

“Not really.” Katara replies. “I don’t catch colds very often.”

Truth be told, Azula misses being able to retreat back into that dark place in moments like these. But she supposes that if she did that she would deprive herself of Katara’s doting. Her stomach gives another flutter; Katara is caring for her. The real her with all of her edges and complexities. Aang is tending to her. 

“Just so you all know, I can take care of myself. I…”

“You’re a very powerful firebender and you can hold your own. We get it. Just shut up and let us make things a bit easier for you.” Katara rolls her eyes. “You and Toph.” She shakes her head. “And Zuko. What is with all of you and wanting to do things on your own all the time?” 

Azula shrugs. “I’m used to it.” She furrows her brows. She had been used to it anyhow, it has been a while since she has had to fend for herself. Since she has endured sickness of some variety alone and with a lack of adequate remedies and rest.

It is nice. Very nice to have people care for her. She has taken care of herself on her own for so very long. 

“Used to doing things on your own or afraid of letting people help you?” Katara asks. 

“People have been doing that a lot lately.” Azula says in spite of her desire for doting. “Too much, maybe.” Every other day seems to be a day where she is getting herself hurt or into some situation. She is beginning to wonder if she really can take care of herself. But she had managed to merge herself back with the spirit on her own. 

“There’s no such thing as too much.” Aang insists. “You wanted friends right?” At her nod, he continues. “Well that’s what friends do. If you want friends, you’re going to have to get used to letting people help you when you’re hurt. Spirit Azula was really good at that.”

“Spirit Azula was really…shameless.” Spirit Azula liked to wander around melodramatically. And it had won her the affection that she had been aiming to get. “I have dignity.” As much of it as she can have with a bright red nose and bedraggled hair. She looks sloppy. She should be grateful that she once again has the luxury of worrying about looking sloppy. Before she had been too anguished to put too much thought into her appearance. But now that she is healing and not warring over who gets to inhabit her body, she would like to go back to putting work into what that body looks like and how it is dressed. 

“We know that, Azula. We know that you’ve got poise and elegance. And that you’re incredibly smart.” Katara assures her. “So you don’t have to act proper and refined all the time.” 

They like her better when she doesn’t, if their love of her spirit counterpart was anything to go by. She thinks that she likes herself better when she is able to let go. Even just a little. She likes herself the most in those moments where she can smile. When the mood is just comfortable enough for whimsy wins over. 

But she is still so, so scared of that. Of what people will think of her when she goes back home and doesn’t so closely embody that which her nation values; the rigidity, the stoicism, the ability to stand tall and well put together. Honor.

“You’re not in pain, are you?”

Azula shakes her head. 

“Then what’s that expression for.”

“I’m just thinking.” 

“About going home?” Katara asks. 

Azula nods.

“I have a feeling that most people know you’re not going to be the same person that you were when you were fourteen.” Katara squeezes her shoulder. “We all like the new you, I’m pretty sure everyone else will too.”

The new her…

“They’ll probably have to get used to you?” Sokka shrugs from his own little corner.

She’ll have to get used to the new her. 

To this person who may or may not be okay with doing stupid things like chasing penguins every now and again if nobody is looking. To this person who is so familiar but so different.

“Not helpful.” Toph mutters. 

“Not particularly helpful, but probably true.” Azula replies. She pulls the blankets tighter around herself and falls into another one of her coughing fits. Katara rests a hand on her back and waits for the fit to pass. 

“Alright, I think that it’s time for you to rest. The sooner you get better the sooner we can get you back home. Aang will leave your tea on the dresser. The rest of us will let you get some sleep and I’ll be back with more soup for you at dinnertime.”

“Oh how delightful…more soup.” Azula grumbles. At least when she gets home she can look forward to more exciting cuisine. Dishes with a punch. She quite misses spice and the smell of grilled meat. She quite misses home. One by one she watches the Avatar and his friends file out of the room until it is just she and Katara. 

Katara who brushes her bangs out of her face and kisses her forehead. 

“You’re going to get sick.” Azula cautions. 

“And you need to stop worrying so much.”

Yes. Maybe she does. Maybe she needs to just let things happen as they will. She has already tried holding control in a vice grip. She had only shattered it in the process. Maybe she just needs to let go and let herself grow into whoever she is supposed to become. 

She snuggles her cheek against her pillow. 

Katara gives her arm a little squeeze and bids her a nice rest. Azula tries to thank her but only manages several harsh coughs. She thinks that Katara understands anyways. Azula finds herself absentmindedly stroking her pillow. She has been both Azula and the spirit, but mostly Azula, for several days now and Katara still likes to kiss her forehead and squeeze her hands, arms, and shoulders. She has been whole for several days and people still want to talk with her.

[biconickyoshi]

I imagine Aang would be messing around or doing little braids on Zuko’s hair when he’s sleeping. On another note, given the theory about Zuko being partially blind and deaf, would he sleep on his right with people like Aang because he trusts him? Who is the spooner between Zukaang?

Yessss this would be so cute 🥺 After they get together in my AU, I’d like to imagine that Aang does this to help Zuko fall asleep. And then he wakes up with his hair looking crimped when he takes the braids out lol (I used to do this when I was younger).

As for the fan theory, I would say yes, Zuko would totally feel comfortable sleeping with his scarred side exposed around Aang! And I personally think that Zuko is more often than not the little spoon lol

[empressofthesunwriter]

Yin and Yang: Book 1.13

Balance is a key aspect in the world, so why shouldn’t the Avatar have an opposite?

In a world where Raava and Vaatu merge with humans, the Avatar and the Daimon try to keep the peace between the four nations.

Aang and Hua are the current incarnations, but wake up 100 years in the future.

How will these two learn all four elements in one year and defeat the Fire Lord?

Book 1.13: The Blue Spirit

Water. 

Earth. 

Fire. 

Air. 

Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. 

Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. 

Only the Avatar and Daimon, masters of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed them most, they vanished. 

A hundred years passed, and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar and Daimon, an airbender named Aang and an earthbender named Hua. 

And although his airbending and her earthbending skills are great they have a lot to learn before they’re ready to save anyone. 

But I believe Aang and Hua can save the world.

***

A pot with vegetable soup was sitting on the fire pit Hua made.

The Daimon stirred the soup and tasted it.

“Mmh, a bit more salt.”, she mumbled to herself.

She added the spice, as Katara called out to her: “How is the soup going, Hua?”

“Nearly done, Katara, how is our patient?”

Together they looked at poor sick Sokka. He was lying against Appa, coughing and sweaty, huddled in his sleeping bag. 

Thank the spirits they had found this old ruin to make camp or Sokka would suffer more.

At least here they were safe from the weather and it was cosy warm.

Katara pressed a wet rag onto Sokka's forehead.

“This should bring your fever down.”, she cooed at her brother.

Hua put the soup in a bowl and joined them.

“Here Sokka, something to eat. It will help you too.”

But the older boy was so delirious from his fever that he just said: “You know what I love about Appa the most? His sense of humour.”

“That's nice. I'll tell him.”, said Katara a bit amused.

Appa growls.

Sokka laughs. “Classic Appa.”

“Come Sokka, eat a bit of the soup.”, pleaded Hua and raised the spoon towards his mouth. “It will help.”

“I want meat soupy.”, he whined like a child.

The Daimon signed so Katara shovelled the soup down her brother's throat. 

At least he eats it like that.

That’s when Aang returns from his little scavenger trip.

“How's Sokka doing?”

“Not so good.”, tells Hua with crossed arms.

“Being out in that storm really did a number on him.”, adds Katara, shovelling the last bit of soup down his throat.

The sick Sokka gulps down his soup but starts sniffing pitifully.

“I couldn't find any ginger root for the tea, but I found a map.”, explained Aang, putting said map on the floor. “There's an herbalist institute on top of that mountain. We could probably find a cure for Sokka there.”

“Aang, he's in no condition for travel. Sokka just needs more rest. I'm sure he'll be better by tomorrow.”, says Katara, however suddenly she starts coughing too.

This alarms Hua and Aang.

“Not you, too!”, they shout together.

“Relax, it was just a little cough. I'm fi-”

She coughs again, this time with greater force, and lightly groans after.

“It’s like how Sokka started yesterday.”, reminds Hua. “Now look at him, he thinks he is an earthbender like me.”

“Take that, you rock!”

“See?!”, waves Hua to Sokka as flails his arms as if he is hitting something.

“A few more hours and you'll be talking nonsense, too. I'm going to go find some medicine.”, decides Aang. He grabs his glider and begins to head out just as a flash of lightning strikes. “Uh, maybe it's safer if I go on foot.”

The black-haired girl steps towards him and holds him by the shoulder.

“Wait a second Aang.”

“Mmh?”

Hua gives him a big hug, which makes both blush, as she whispers in his ear: “I take care of Sokka and Katara, you be careful. You will be all alone, the last we need is you getting captured by Prince Zuko or somebody else.”

Aang hugs her back, nodding.

“I promise.”

They let go of each other and with a last smile, Aang runs out of the ruin.

The girl signs, wondering why her stomach feels all flattery before she turns to the water tribe siblings.

“Don’t worry guys, I will take care of you.”, she promises.

From her friends came only pitiful groans.

A sweatdrop runs down Hua's forehead.

Well, better start caring for them.

So Hua helps Katara into her sleeping back and feeds her then with the soup.

Then she rotatory wipes away the sweat on her friends faces and entertains Sokka's hallucinations.

This goes on for a while, with wiping their face and giving them food and entertaining them, till Hua notes they are out of water.

“So thirsty.”, croaks Sokka.

“I know Sokka.”, coos Hua at him. “I will take a quick trip to the river and fill our water skins, okay?”

“Be careful”, coughs Katara, even sick she still worries for her.

“I promise, maybe Aang will be back then. He is taking his sweet time.”, grumbles Hua a bit.

She really hoped he was just taking his time and not something terrible happened to him.

With a sign, she slugs the water skins to herself, gets out of the ruin and earthbends an avalanche under her with it she surfes down to the river.

As she reaches the river and starts to fill the first water skin, she feels eyes on her.

Fast she twirles around and creates a whole of ice between her and the unknown danger.

“An arrow?”, she mumbles stupified.

More arrows struck the wall before two more landed in the same spot and sliced the arrows that came before it. 

The ice cracks and another set of arrows pin the green sleeves of her kimono top to a fallen tree in the water.

Before she can react a net is launched at her.

Scary Hua looks into the face of the archer who captures her.

Who are this?

And what are they gonna do to her?

***

As it turns out they cart her into a Fire Nation fortress and lock her up in a cell.

Hua was bound at her legs and arms with chains, barely able to move. 

Angrily she struggles against the chains.

Oh, whoever did this to her will pay?!

Her cell door opens and Commander Zhao enters with a smug look on his stupid face.

She growls at him.

“Feisty aren’t we?”, he musses and stands before her. “So this is the great Daimon. One of the two masters of all the elements. I don't know how you've managed to elude the Fire Nation for a hundred years, but your little game of hide and seek is over.”

“I will show you who is feisty!”, she growls back. “Untie me and I will make you pay for implying that I hide from cowards like you!”

“Uhh, no. Tell me, how is it to find yourself in a world where all your loved ones are dead?”

Anraged Hua shows him her teeth. How she wants to bite this asshole!

“Don't worry, you won't be killed. See, if you die you will just be reborn and the Fire Nation would have to start searching all over again. Even if you would be reborn in the Fire Nation. We simply don’t have time for this. So I'll keep you alive, but just barely.”

The arrogant asshole turns his back on her to step out of the cell, as Hua takes a deep breath and spits a fire stream after him.

Sadly he can bend it away.

“Nice little trick, who taught you this?”

“I learned it myself!”

Strangely Zhao laughs and the next words make Hua shiver all over. “You are indeed a feist one, the Avatar just attacked me with an airblast, but you…you were going for the kill.”

“Avatar…”, she repeats shocked. “You have Aang?!”

“We caught him before you. Sadly you won’t be seeing him, who knows what you two would do together.”

With a last arrogant smirk Zhao leaves, leaving a panicked Hua behind.

Oh no.

Oh no!

OH NO!

This was so bad you needed a new word for bad!

The Fire Nation had both of them.

Oh spirits!

Angry tears fall from Hua’s green eyes as she tries to free herself.

She needs to get out and find Aang!

How long she tries to free herself she can’t tell, only how out of nowhere she hears battle sounds.

Surprised she looks up and that’s when Aang steps into the room!

“Aang!”

“Hua!”

He runs up to her and hugs her the best he can.

“Did they hurt you?”, he asked worried, taking her face in his hands.

“No, No. Did you get hurt?”, she asked back, looking him up and down.

“No, I’m fine too.”

Both signs relieved, then Aang steps away, Hua misses his hands on her face, and a tall man in all black with a blue spirit mask steps towards her.

“Aang, who is this?!”, she asked scared.

“A friend. He released me.”, he explains. “He will do the same for you. Don’t get scared of his swords.”

Hua does haven’t the time as Blue (she will call him this in her head) takes out Duo-Swords and frees her from her bindings.

She thanked her saviour with a bow, and then she and Aang embraced each other again, happy the other was okay and that they were together again.

The Daimon can’t explain since when she craved so much Aang touch, she just knows she felt safe and happy in his arms.

“Yeah, you are right, we should go.”, says Aang to Blue, who had pointed at the cell door.

The Avatar and Daimon take each other hand and follow Blue through the fortress.

They managed to reach the innermost wall of the fortress, scaling it on a rope as they got spotted!

A soldier appears at the top of the wall they are climbing. He cuts the rope and the trio falls down the wall.

Thankful Aang airbends them to a soft landing. 

When the dust clears, the Blue Spirit unsheathes his swords and they run.

A wild prison breaks take place, where they have to fight and climb up the walls of the fortress.

Thanks that Hua was an earthbender, she just smashed holes into the walls, where they could escape.

They are nearing the last wall, however, four firebenders unleash their flame on them, but Aang and Hua put the masked man behind them and he airbends and she firebends the flames away.

“Hold your fire!”, commands Zhao. “The Avatar and Daimon must be captured alive!”

The Blue Spirit instantly comes up behind the two children and crosses his swords in front of their throats, surprising Aang and Hua.

A stand-off takes place, in which Zhao gives in and commands to open the gates.

The gate is opened and the Blue Spirit backs out with his captives, swords still at their throats.

The Blue Spirit continues backing away from the fortress. Zhao now looks on from the top of the main gate.

Then all happens fast.

Hua recognizes the archers who capture her and tries to warn Blue and Aang.

“Get down!”

Blue takes the swords from their troats and wants like them to drop down to the floor, but the arrow hits him in the shoulder!

With a pained groan, their silent ally falls down on the floor.

“No!”. scream Hua and Aang together.

Aang creates a huge dusty cloud as Hua checks for Blue.

“This is bad Aang.”, she tells him. “The arrow pierced his whole shoulder, if we don’t help him, he will bleed to death.”

“Alright, let’s take him with us!”

Hua grips Blue's arms and Aang his legs, together they airbend away from the scene.

***

Luck was on their side and they reached their campsite with Blue without any more problems.

Hua and Aang put Blue on Hua's sleeping back, as Katara called out to them: “Aang, Hua, where were you, who is this?”

She coughs pititful.

“Ah, I forgot the frogs, I will be back soon, okay!”, proclaims Aang and races out.

Hua deadpan after him.

“Sure, I will try alone to save the life of our saviour.”

She signs at gets to work.

As she collected the things she needed, she explained to Katara what happened. 

Thankful her best friend was lucid enough to understand, other than Sokka who said Blue was a Demon and here to eat his heart.

Sitting beside Blue, Hua checks their supplies. Bandages and some salves. Thankful she had one full water skin before she got captured so she could clean his wound.

Careful with her knife she opened his black shirt up where the arrow had gone through and checked it.

Okay, it seemed no bone was hit, this was good and the arrow had gone through nicely.

Alright, she could do it.

First, she slowly cleaned the wounds in front and in the back with water and put the antiinfection salve on it.

Then she cut the rest of the arrow with her knife away.

Only the little bit who looked out of his back remained.

Now she needed to carefully slip it out and pray he didn’t bleed to death.

Taking a deep breath she pulled the arrow out.

Blue screamed in pain.

Katara gasped.

Sokka shrieked about how the demon hoards would come for them.

And a blood fountain gushes out from Blue wounds.

OH NO!

Shit, shit, shit!

Hua let out some really creative curses, which made Katara even more gasp, as she tried to stop the bleeding with the bandages.

They get soaked in seconds.

She tries with water to wash it out and then bandaids over.

It bleeds and bleeds and bleeds!

“Oh come on please!”, she cried, holding her wet hand on the wound. “Stop please.”

Then something unexpected happened.

Her hand and the water started to glow blue and like a miracle closed the wound!

Unellegant Hua's chin meets the floor.

What happened?

What had she done?!

Whatever it was, it had probably saved Blue life.

***

“So let me get this straight you get captured by Zhao, Blue Mask over there saves you and you manage to get him wounded and then you bring him here without knowing who he is?!”

“Sokka, he saved mine and Aang's lives he can’t be bad.”

“I don’t trust masked vigilante! They always have something to hide.”

“What done is, is done. I’m with Hua and Aang. He can’t be that bad if he saved them.”

“Katara, you are too trusting.”

Zuko woke up to loud voices squabbling over him. 

He blinked behind his mask the black dots away and turned his head.

There were the Avatar and Daimon together with the two teens of the watertribe and their three animals.

The humans were sitting around a fire, eating something which looked and smelled like soup, which made him notice how hungry he was himself.

What should he do now?

His prizes were before him, but also a bison, a kyuubi, a waterbender and a guy with a club.

He couldn’t just snatch them up.

Also, his shoulder still hurt.

No, he had to analyse the sitation before he did something stupid.

“Ah, I think our guest woke up.”, said the water tribe girl and walked over to him. With a friendly smile, she kneeled beside him, offering him a bowl of soup. “I don’t know who you are, but you saved Aang and Hua. This makes you in my eyes a friend.”

The water tribe boy groaned behind her.

Zuko just said nothing.

He wasn’t used to people who treated him nicely, well besides his uncle.

So he better stay still.

“Not a talker are ya?”, giggled the girl. She put the bowl and a spoon beside him. “You have your reason to hide your face, so no one will look when you eat. Enjoy it.”

“I still think this is stupid.”, grumbled the water tribe boy.

“Sokka, people have a right to their privacy.”, scolded the water tribe girl.

With that, she stood up and joined her friends again.

Incredibly they really turned their backs on him and talked just with each other, even if he could see how the water tribe boy fought with turning around.

Slowly Zuko got an idea.

If they already trusted him for saving the Avatar and Daimon…maybe if he stayed a few days with them, and played their ally, they would leave him eventually alone with the two youngest and he could take them to his ship and then the Fire Nation.

Yes!

He could play a few days being nice, he just hoped his uncle wouldn’t worry so much.

Maybe he could send him a message?

Whatever one thing after another.

He ate the soup, which was after years on the sea with a cook with a bad temper, really tasty and enjoyable.

Soon, he would get his honour back.

He just had to be patient.

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[theolddivorcedzukka]

little spoon sokka except every night zuko gets a black eye because sokka fidgets so damn much

sooo trueee!!!!! sokka wakes up in the morning and he's like "oh shit did i give you that bruise while sparring yesterday? why is your eye swollen? what happened to your arm? why are you holding your crotch in pain?" as if he didn't rock zuko's shit up in his sleep every time he shifted and zuko isn't going to tell him anything cause then sokka will be like "oh so we just won't cuddle like that" because he loves being the one to do the holding while they sleep and if sokka fucks him up like he's still chasing him and his friends around the world then so be it. happy sokka, happy life-ka (?)

[angellknives]

Little spoon Sokka lovers have we considered Sokka star fishing and taking up all the room in the bed and Zuko slotting in to whatever space is available and just hanging on to the closest limb

[that-was-anticlimactic]

I see sokka spooning debate and can I just say: they switch every night so they both have the opportunity to be held

[lotussokka]

one of my favorite personal zukka hcs is that they will often fall asleep with one of them spooning the other but theyll flip around in their sleep so that the other person is the big spoon when zuko wakes up at sunrise (sokka is still asleep bc hes a normal human being zuko)