Zuko finished reading Aang's manuscript. He rolled up the parchment. The dry sound of the inked paper curling around itself touched him. That sort of sentimental mood always struck him after he read Aang's stories. Turning away from the sunset over the Patolas, he walked into the bedroom from the balcony, the orange light rippling over the mussed comforter.
Before he could set down the scroll and find a scrap of parchment to note his thoughts like usual, Aang swirled through the entryway as if he'd been listening in the hall all along. He leaned into Zuko, "So...?"
"Come here." Zuko kissed the arrow permanently wrinkled by Aang's years of warm wonder.
"You're avoiding the question," Aang responded as he curled fully into his reader's embrace. He placed his hand on Zuko's grip around the writing, and they looked together at the shared sensation.
"I'm a bit biased," another quick smooch, "but I love it." Zuko knew when Aang pulled away to plop down on the mattress and stick his bottom lip out what it meant. Not spot edits for grammar, not goods or bads, not likes or loves. Yet, even at forty, the petulance was still too endearing to immediately give him what he wanted. Instead, he stroked his beard and paced, keeping tabs on Aang's impatience from the corner of his eye.
Just before it over-steeped, he headed back to the bedside, kneeling and aligning his fingertips with his beloved's. "I never believed happy endings were believable," the former Firelord guided their hands into the air as he explained, "until you." Catching Aang's eyes again, Zuko crinkled up his nose, disrupting the lines where his anger had bore down into his scar for so long. "Is that an adequate review?"
"Is that a review of this story," Aang asked, "or just the crush you had from the first time you saw me?"
"Fine." Zuko stitched his finger's through the gaps and into a fist around Aang's hands, trapping him, so that with each compliment, he could aim his lips toward another ticklish spot. "And I always end up tearing up," he concluded as they reclined on the pillows and let their eyes fall into the depths of one another's, "that you can bare to write about kinds of joy that don't exist now."
Aang didn't respond right away. Darkness had fallen. Every object in the room was shrouded by night but lined by the moonlight's silver. Their hands traced around the curls of ears, the course textures of eyebrows, the rigid bones of cheeks and jaws. Soon enough they leaned into the desire those sketches had conceived. Then, nestled together, they dreamed.
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Absolutely vibrating out of my skin thinking about the episode in Earthspark where Hashtag tells Starscream that
"Sometimes bad things happen it isn't always our fault"
Like OOOOOHHUGBAUYRBYUBYU
I fucking adore the way hes written in Earthspark
Hes still bitter and annoying but its actually acknowledged that he has a valid reason to be angry
The treatment he received under Megatron is still very much validated while also acknowledging that they have both changed over time
In an earlier episode when Bee is asking how Megatron used to get control of his troops he says that he used to intimidate them
So its very much established that they Megatron still wasn't good during the war in this continuity
And just
The acknowledgment from Hashtag that what he went through was valid and sucked and that it wasn't his fault while also pointing out that that doesn't make it okay for him to turn around and act like Megatron did
I love it
I love it so much it actually makes me bonkers
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while i don't think the town of silent hill is entirely above toying with its inhabitants from time to time, i don't like the notion of it being a holistically sadistic force by any means. honestly i don't think it gives a fuck about whether or not the people within its parameters live or die but it's known darkness, death, and cruelty for a really long time and sees that as a status quo of sorts. like any amoral entity, it likes to have fun at the expense of its inhabitants, but it draws from the people themselves and uses that as a means to confront them and seeing what they do with that. if you come out the other side a better person, cool! if you die badly, cool! it's just here for a laff xx
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