#atla sapphic week

[sakhmetandhathor-1]

day four: secrets @atlasapphicweek

What if Yue lives and goes on an ambassadorial trip to the South after the War, and meets Suki and falls in love with her? What then? Huh?

[korrasamibottles]

For @atlasapphicweek day 3: stars/stargazing

Lacking sufficient sideways velocity, two celestial bodies orbiting each other will eventually collide.

Korra and Asami have been caught in each other's gravitational pull for years, flung apart by circumstance but drawing ever closer until they reach a point of no return and a choice must be made: step to the side and pass each other by, or stay the course and see what beauty is born from the impact.

Or:

Six times Korra and Asami were apart under the night sky, and one time they experienced the pull of the stars together.

5.9k words 🌠 Rated T

[zukkaoru]

with every drop of rain, singing (i love you)

It’s a dreary day, by anyone’s definition, but there’s something peaceful about existing in the middle of a spring storm with the weather unable to touch you. There’s something peaceful about the way Asami’s fingers seem to fit perfectly with Korra’s. There’s something beautiful about the fact that despite everything, they’re together, and they’re alive, and they’re happy. And they get to have moments like this, when the world expects nothing from either of them, when Korra doesn’t have to be the Avatar, when they can both simply be. The deep grey storm clouds paint a foreboding picture in the sky above them, but Korra has learned there is beauty in even the darkest night.

or: korra and asami enjoy the peace of a rainy day

🌧️ korrasami || 1.3k words 🌧️ written for day 5 of @atlasapphicweek: neurodivergence/disability & after the war/post-canon

[violet-prism-creatively]

I'm a day late with this, but here's a drawing for @atlasapphicweek day 2: mythology/spirits. And hey, it's Moon Landing Day, so it's actually perfect for a moon-themed drawing. My original idea was to include the two fish to more directly tie it to spirits, but that got lost in the process. The water and moon still represent Tui and La though. I'm not sure if I 100% ship Yue and Katara, but the themes make for some cool artwork!

Image description: A digital drawing of Katara and Yue from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Katara has one hand over Yue's heart and one raised above her head, guiding a stream of water that starts at the top of the drawing and curves across the bottom left corner. Yue gently touches Katara's face. Both girls are smiling. There is a crescent moon in the sky above Yue and the dark background is speckled with stars.

[atlasapphicweek]

prompt voting is open until april 21st!!

[erisenyo]

For the prompt game, can you do “You don’t have to stay.” “You can trust me.” or “Don’t fucking touch me.” for Azuki or Azutara.

For this prompt game! (and also for @atlasapphicweek Day 4, Secrets!)

“You can trust me, you know,” the princess says, cocking her eyebrow when Suki just keeps her face stony. “Or dehydrate yourself, if that’s your preference,” she drawls, withdrawing her hand, lips twisting into a little smirk. “I’m sure that will serve you well, going into—”

“Fine,” Suki snaps, immediately pressing her lips together at giving even that much away as Azula stills.

Suki holds herself determinedly stiff, hyperaware of her cuffed hands and cuffed ankles and the free, loose way Azula moves. Her skin prickles as Azula crouches in front of her, the water cup held tauntingly out of reach until Suki grits her teeth and cuts her a glare.

“There we are,” Azula murmurs, gaze intent as she brings the cup to Suki’s mouth, holding eye contact, and Suki finds herself suddenly unable to look away as she parts her lips and drinks, messy and dribbling down her chin but sweet, sweet, sweet after a long day of being hauled along a dusty road in a dusty cart like a dusty sack of grain.

“Not so bad, hm?” Azula asks, something amused flitting over her face as she draws away, something in Suki nearly unwinding when Azula suddenly pauses.

“After all, I wouldn’t be going through all this trouble if I were going to poison you on the last leg of it all, would I?" she adds, tone unsettling even and face unsettling still. Then she takes a sip of the cup as if to demonstrate, mouth right where Suki’s was, and Suki can’t stop herself from staring, trying to keep her thoughts still, her body still, before finally jerking her eyes away.

Don’t give her attention, Suki reminds herself. Don’t give her focus, don't give her anything. Suki knows what Azula wants, she knows. She doesn’t know why, but—

“You know you don’t have to stay,” Azula says, almost conversational and always the right thing to drag Suki’s attention back no matter how determined Suki is to ignore her, not saying anything else until Suki looks at her face again, at her precise lipstick and high cheekbones and long eyelashes and yellow, yellow eyes that are always looking, looking, looking.

Her lips twist into a smirk, having Suki’s focus back.

“There’s an easy way out of here,” she continues, low, reaching out, Suki going tight and stiff and Azula’s hand casual and relaxed and so, so precise as she plucks a twig out of Suki’s hair, contemplating it a moment before flicking it away. “You know that.”

Suki refuses to flinch, to sway, to do anything at all no matter how much her body wants to shudder under the strain of it, inhaling slow and controlled and not letting herself think a single bit about all of what Azula might be offering.

“So, so easy,” Azula sing-songs softly, continuing to pick bits of forest out of Suki’s hair, so delicate Suki can barely feel the brush of strands against her neck. "So easy to get out." She watches herself work, almost lazy before her eyes suddenly cut back to Suki’s. “If you take it.”

Suki stares, caught, clenching her jaw against any expression. Then she deliberately shifts her gaze away, even though everything in her is trembling and tight and painfully aware of having Azula this close. Close enough to feel the heat of her body. To see the way her hair shifts in the barely-there breeze. To hear her quiet hum beneath her breath as she considers Suki.

“Don’t you want to see your friends again?” she murmurs, flicking away a leaf this time, Suki keeping her breath carefully, purposefully steady.

“Don’t you want your hands untied?” she asks, lips pursed as she evaluates Suki’s hair.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to move again? To stretch?” she says, drawing the word out languid and low, her own body ripping in demonstration, Suki tightening her abs and clenching her thighs and refusing to give her anything, refusing to even move.

“To move under your own power again?” she says like she can see into Suki’s head. “To work out all that tension inside you?” A little smile dancing around her lips, so small that Suki shouldn’t even notice it. “You must be so full of it, after so long like this,” she nearly sighs, leaning in almost like she’s confiding, Suki’s breath catching to hear before she can stop herself.

“You don’t have to stay,” she repeats, so soft Suki can barely hear it. “You can trust me,” she whispers, almost intoxicating in the way she whispers it, in the way Suki feels like she’s caught on her words between breaths, head spinning. In the way every inch of her skin feels like it’s trembling as Azula reaches out, nails perfectly lacquered and sharp, not for Suki’s hair this time but for her—

“Don’t.”

Azula freezes, her fingers barely a hairsbreadth above Suki's skin.

“Don’t," Suki forces out again, making her voice hard, making it nothing but ice, "Touch me."

Azula is still another moment, unmoving. Then she withdraws, body relaxed as it always is, smooth and languid and it takes everything Suki has not to let out a messy exhale as Azula sits back on her feels, to not show the way she suddenly feels unsteady, off balance, without anything to brace against but herself.

“As you wish,” Azula finally murmurs, her face cool and contained and assessing as she picks up the cup, sipping again, holding Suki’s eyes. And then holding the cup to Suki’s lips to finish the last drops, Suki's heart hammering so loud in her chest that it feels like there’s no space left for her lungs, so loud that she almost misses Azula’s parting words.

“I won’t, until you ask me,” Azula adds, rising to her feet, something amused in her again that feels like a trap, a risk, like something Suki can’t say. “We’ll see what you have to say next time,” she tosses over her shoulder as she hops off the back of the cart, almost breezy, and Suki can only stare after her, so tight she feels like she might snap and finally slumping the second the princess is actually gone

Suki breaths hard and harsh, folding to press her forehead to her knees, gasping, feeling herself flushed and shaky and tasting that last cool sweetness of the water and wondering how long her resolve is going to last.

[theicequeenwrites]

nothing makes you want to fall in love like fighting with each other every morning, right?

katara/azula fic; day 1: sparring for @atlasapphicweek

[aromanticmara]

disabled yueki for day two of @atlasapphicweek!!

[id: a drawing of yue and suki from avatar the last airbender. yue is in a wheelchair and wears a purple top and blue jeans. she is drawn to have vitiligo and she smiles. suki is behind yue and rests her arms on the back of yues wheelchair. she smiles at yue and wears a hearing aid, green shirt, and brown shorts. end id]

[thebrotherskaramazovs]

“I want you…” Mai’s heart flips, “to kiss me.”

(reasons not to kiss ty lee, and reasons to kiss ty lee, in mai's eyes.)

written for @atlasapphicweek day seven: polyamory // fake dating // free day

also written to go with this fic of mine <3

[zukos-firebending]

A late one for @atlasapphicweek : enemies to lovers

ID: digital art of a close-up on Katara and Azula's faces, in side profile. Azula is smirking at Katara and holding a knife to her throat while Katara glares back. There's electric blue lightning between the two women. End ID

Tried to do some paint-style stuff with the coloring. Anyway here's Katara and Azula bc I think they're perfect for enemies/rivals to lovers :D

[that-was-anticlimactic]

one night may be forever (but that’s alright)

written for @atlasapphicweek day four: weapons

And in this moment of bliss, of what should have been never-ending, a sudden, horrible realization struck her across the face.

“You’re leaving tomorrow,” Yue whispered, reaching up and tracing the curve of Mai’s jaw with her thumb.

Mai nodded, slowly so as not to shake off Yue’s touch. “Yeah,” she muttered, eyes closed as if that would change the circumstances. It was easy to pretend when it was just the two of them, sitting in the silence together.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Yeah.”

But she knew Mai’s lips, she’d tasted, swallowed, inhaled her words. "Yeah” really meant “I don’t want to leave”.

[or, yue and mai have one last night together]

☾2,720 words | yumai☾

[zukkaoru]

🍊 i love you. i'm glad i exist. 🍊

The pain comes in waves, and it’s eased a bit at the moment, though she knows it’s still too sharp for her to stand. She focuses on her breath, inhaling and exhaling, until the scent of something citrusy floats into the room. She opens her eyes, maneuvering herself into a sitting position before looking over to the kitchen. Lin is standing at the counter, a fiery bright orange in her hands. It suddenly seems to be the only color in the entire apartment - the fruit in Lin’s hands and the peels discarded on the counter next to her. It’s something like watching her partner hold the sun.

kya has a chronic pain flare up and lin peels her an orange

kyalin 🍊 1.4k words late entry for @atlasapphicweek day 2: disability

[sokka-with-his-hair-down]

anyway gay people guess what!! @atlasapphicweek is starting this week! I already have a piece ready for tomorrow so….. :)

[atlasapphicweek]

[ID: a banner with colours of the sapphic flag and the text “avatar sapphic week”. /end ID]

and we’re back for another year of sapphic week! without further ado, these are this year’s prompts:

day one (july 17th): tattoos // sparring

day two (july 18th): mythology/spirits // growing old together

day three (july 19th): stars/stargazing // soulmates

day four (july 20th): secret relationship/secrets // dancing

day five (july 21st): neurodivergence/disability // after the war/post-canon

day six (july 22nd): hurt/comfort // touch

day seven (july 23rd): kyoshi island/warriors // free day

here is a post with all the prompts that were available for voting. here are the rules and guidelines for the event. if you have any questions, the ask box is open!

[wandesu]

I can't believe I've been finishing these while I'm so sick...

Bumbleby week day 4: (Air)Nomad Blake & (Earth/Fire Nation)Farm Girl Yang 🌊⛰️🔥🌪️ I wanted to spice things up~

I like the A:TLA AUs where Blake is a Kyoshi warrior, but I am a firm believer in Lavabender Yang supremacy... Tai or Raven can be from the Earth Kingdom/Fire Nation descent its fine

[comradekatara]

ty lee and suki sparring for day 1 of @atlasapphicweek