#flirty queens | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-badger-mole · 2 years

Text

For the Days When You're Not Yourself

The day began disastrously. First Katara woke up later than normal, which meant she was scrambling to get breakfast started before Zuko and Aang finished their morning meditation and training. That task was interrupted by the frantic arrival of Sokka to tell her that Suki was sick and needed to be seen to immediately.

Fortunately, Suki wasn't in any serious danger. She would be bed ridden for a few days and the others would have to stay away from her to keep from spreading whatever she had. Excepting of couse Sokka, who had volunteered to care for her, and Katara, who would inevitably be called in to alieviate Suki's physical symptoms. Suki had also thrown up in her bed during the night, so Katara gathered the soiled sheets, adding a surprise laundry pile to her to-do list.

Once she had Suki settled and left her to the care of Sokka, put the sheets in the wash basin to soak, and gotten herself cleaned up, she returned to the kitchen to find Toph, Aang and Zuko finishing up thier breakfast. There was barely enough congee left for half a bowl. She stared at the nearly empty pot in shock.

"What happened?" she asked turning to her friends. "I made double what I normally make." Toph gave a sheepish shrug, and Katara saw that both she and Aang had taken the largest bowls they could find.

"We were hungry," Aang said apologetically. Zuko's brow drew down in consternation.

"Sokka said that you had set aside a bowl for yourself already," he told Katara. She sighed and rolled her eyes hard. She had set aside some breakfast for Sokka and Suki, having decided that congee would be gentle enough for Suki's sensitive stomach. Sokka had helped her carry the food to Suki's room in fact, but somehow had missed the fact that his sister had only made two bowls, not three. He must have spoken with the others while Katara had been busy and told them to help themselves to breakfast. Katara took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden stinging. It was a misunderstanding. Her friends hadn't meant to be inconsiderate.

"You can have the rest of mine." Aang shyly held up his bowl. From where she stood, Katara could see the syrupy sheen of the sugar he'd dumped into his bowl. Katara hid a grimace. How he could stand to eat something that sweet, Katara would never understand. She sighed and shook her head.

"It's fine," she said, gesturing towards the pot. "There's enough for me until lunch." Speaking of which, she would have to make a stop in town if she was going to make sure there was actually something to make for lunch and dinner. And Suki would need medicine. And while she was out, she should see if she could find something for Momo's fleas. The lemur didn't seem to mind a readily available supply of snacks in his fur, but they were beginning to attack Appa and it wouldn't be long until they made their way into the rest of the villa.

"Hey." Katara was surprised to find Zuko standing in front of her. He frowned with a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Katara nodded. "It's just been a hectic morning."

"I'll handle the dishes," Zuko offered. Katara smiled gratefully and accepted the offer. Zuko found a bowl and scraped the rest of the congee out for Katara. It was even less than she thought, but, she reminded herself philisophically, she'd gotten by with much less. Toph and Aang finished their meals and then Toph dragged Aang away for his earthbending lesson. Katara managed to get two bites of her own breakfast down before Sokka rushed in asking for a bucket or pot or something in case Suki got sick again. Her breakfast was laid aside and forgotten in her scramble to make sure that she made it to the market before she had to train Aang that afternoon.

Lunch was as big a hurry as breakfast. Katara realized she'd forgotten about Suki's sheets, and she wanted to see that them before they got mildewy. After she'd thrown together a quick lunch and saw to the sheets, Katara went to train with Aang. To her utter frustration, he was messing up on basic techniques. Techniques she had spent weeks correcting him on. Today he seemed to have forgotten everything and needed her to adjust his stance and show him how to hold his arms. She tried to be patient, but her irritation bled through anyway.

"Are you practicing on your own?" She snapped somewhere through the second hour. "The comet is less than a month away. This is not the time for you to be lazy."

"I-I am practicing," Aang stamered, his face bright red.

"Oh, it's very apparent how much work you're putting in," Katara snorted sarcastically. "I can't teach you any of the advanced forms until you get the basics down. Just because you've technichally mastered waterbending, it doesn't mean you don't have to practice. This is the last time I'm going to go over stances with you. Now, put your dominant arm here, and you opposite foot here!" Katara stood behind Aang and moved him into the correct position. Aang flinched at her unusually rough handling, but he did as he was told, and by the end of their training session, Katara was nodding in approval as he went through the foundational stances. Her face was set hard, though, and Aang hurried away from her with his shoulders hunched and cheeks flushed in exertion and embarassment.

Katara's anger didn't fade after the training session. If anything, everything seemed to be conspiring to aggravate her further. Toph and Aang were laughing too loud. The sun was too bright and too hot for this late in the day. Suki had kicked Sokka out because his overly enthusiastic care was making it impossible to sleep, so he decided a better use of his time would be to pester his sister about medicine and teas. Zuko had offered to make dinner, which rubbed Katara the wrong way, as if he didn't think she couldn't handle something as simple as getting dinner on the table. The final straw, though was when she went to go gather Suki's sheets from where she'd left it to finish drying and found that Momo had decided they were there to play with. They were in a heap on the dusty ground and Momo was frolicking in them in all his flea-ridden glory. Katara startled all of her friends to the porch with her enraged shrieks and demands for Momo to stop ruining everything. Aang hurried over and gathered his frightened companion into his arms.

"He was only playing, Katara," he said, reproachfully. "You don't have to be so mean!" Her anger spiked with a frightening flash and momentarily stole all power of speech from her. She pointed to the sheets now in a heap on the ground.

"You're washing those," she hissed at Aang. Then she turned on her heels and stormed inside the villa. A moment later, her friends heard her bedroom door slam shut.

Katara could sense the others tiptoeing around. She couldn't explain how she knew with such certainty that that was what they were doing, except maybe there seemed to be less noise than normal. It didn't matter. She would spend the evening in self-imposed exile as much to give herself space to calm down as to not further subject her friends to her touchy temper. Guilt was a distant, but distinct presence in her mind. She would feel the full weight of the shame of her outburst later, but right then she was just tired. Her limbs felt heavy, and her head throbbed at her temples. She had been fighting tears for the last quarter hour, but she didn't know why. A good cry actually sounded pretty good just then. She had just decided to run a bath and let her emotions out in the priviacy of the luxurious tub when she heard a gentle knock at the door.

"Zuko." Her brows shot up in surprise. She had been expecting her brother, or maybe Aang, but Zuko stood in front of her with a sheepish smile.

"I just wanted to check on you," he said.

"Wanted to make sure I'd finished my breakdown, you mean?" Katara sagged against the door frame with a sardonic smile. A faint wash of pink colored Zuko's neck and face and he shook his head quickly.

"N-no!" he stammered. "What happened out there...listen, from where I'm sitting, it was totally warranted."

"Yeah?" Katara's brow shot up in surprise. "Even yelling at Momo?"

"He knows better than to play in clean laundry," Zuko shot her a smirk. "Aang's washing the sheets. I told him he can't have dinner until he's finished. I figure he should be done by midnight. Oh, speaking of dinner-" Zuko motioned down with his eyes and Katara noticed for the first time that he was carrying a plate of dried fruits and a couple of pieces of toffee.

"This is dinner?" Katara asked, wrinkling her nose dubiously.

"No," Zuko said. "But dinner might take a while to finish and..."

"And?" Katara prompted him.

"It's probably none of my business, but have you eaten today?" he asked. The concern in Zuko's eyes almost staggered Katara. He must have taken her silence for annoyance because he scrambled to add, "I just mean you only had a couple of bites of breakfast, and I didn't see you have lunch. And I know when I'm hungry, I can get a bit...tense." The day passed through Katara's mind, and she realized he was right. She hadn't eaten.

"Thank you." Her voice was unusually small as she accepted her pre-dinner meal. No one ever noticed when she got too busy to eat. She barely noticed. The knowledge that Zuko not only noticed, but thought to do something about it-

"If you want," Zuko started hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck, "I can handle dinner. You know, just so you're not doing all the chores every day."

"Dinner?" Katara repeated.

"I'd offer to take breakfast, but training Aang ends too late-"

"Zuko." He stopped mid-sentence and bit the inside of his lips. Katara set her plate aside and squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden sting of tears. Then she threw her arms around Zuko's midsection and buried her face in his chest. He stiffened in surprise, but quickly gathered himself and wrapped his arms around her. She was shaking a bit, and he tried not to notice the light sound of sniffles coming from her.

"Thank you," Katara said finally. She pulled away, wiping discreetly at her cheeks and smiled at Zuko.

"Any time," he found himself smiling back. He rocked back on his heels and cleared his throat. "I should- uh- I should go get started on dinner. I can bring you a plate."

"I can join you guys," Katara protested weakly. Zuko shook his head and waved her off.

"If you don't feel like it, it's fine," he assured her. "Besides, it's good for us to miss you every now and then. Remind everyone how much we need you and all."

"Oh..." Katara felt her cheeks heat up. The thought of spending an hour or two in that gorgeous bathtub instead of dodging her friends' awkward silences and tiptoeing sounded wonderful. "Yeah, I'll think I'll hang out in here. Thanks."

"I'll be back later with your plate." Zuko turned and started heading back towards the kitchen. Katara leaned against her doorframe and watched him leave.

"Hey, Zuko," she called when he was halfway down the hall.

"Yeah?"

"I hope you know," Katara's mouth slid into a grin. "You're stuck with me now. If you keep being this helpful, I'll never let you go." Zuko grinned back at her.

"Sounds okay to me."

#atla #zutara #hangry katara #helpful zuko #flirty flirty #aang thinks he's slick #katara gets support #self care queen #fanfic

197 notes · View notes

noa-ciharu · 2 years

Text

Dragons of Earths meetings are funniest thing ever if you look past the drama angst. Seals are all mopping and trying to live normally while Dragons of Earth are unapologetically unhinged. Receipt? Oh well...

Fuuma transformed into antichrist, did all sort of nasty crimes worth of horny jail time and invented fastest way to solve love triangle in few mins, then kidnapped Kakyou from hospital bed so he can fulfill Kakyou's dream. That'll be all emotional and touching if guy didn't wish to die. Tbf alot of them do be like that... neither therapy nor common sense exist in this manga.

On side note Fuuma detected he was being filmed so he had to out bad boy persona on. Although I believe Satuski and Beast were more engrossed by those mattress length shoulders. Also Beast detected him as Kamui so Fuuma is his dead name now: sorry Kamui you're one in wrong here, Fuuma changed gender from good boy to horny antichrist along with name. It’ll be awkward to scream own name ik, but deal with it boy.

His evil vibes woke Kanoe up from probably another prophetic dream where she's tormenting her sister. Kanoe the queen always serving looks ❤

Also yes, that's a penis throne. I think I don't need to explain why she has it, do I? But where you find furniture like that?? Last time I've been to IKEA I haven't seen anything that interesting. Is penis throne mass production or custom order? I need answers.

Also - no Kakyou. Where's Kakyou you ask? Let's backtrack a bit:

Fuuma laid him down on floor. Because carrying Kakyou would spoil his dramatic entrance. How to be cool when you're carrying a sad twink prophet? You can't. God forbid. At least he's in coma and would remember none of disrespect

If you needed more proof how gay Fuuma is here you have it. He's touchy with Kamui, Nataku, Kakyou, Kamui (yes he gets to be mentioned twice because Fuuma can't keep hands away, or tongue), but hot woman hugs him with her chest revealed and he's standing there passively? Straight 17yo boy would have gone feral. Same vibes as when Tenou tried to woo Kendappa, just more suggestive.

Kanoe should try hugging Sakurazukamori!Subaru as a welcome too, she'd get pretty much the same reaction.

Shout out to Satsuki for always serving looks with 😐 expression. That outfits rocks. Actually ya know what? Everyone in X is serving looks.

Kanoe is still trying to persuade Fuuma onto roads of bisexuality (no, not heterosexuality, nothing would stop his attraction towards sad beautiful twinks drenched in misery) but alas. It’s probably at this point that Kanoe decided to gift penis throne to Fuuma, he clearly deserves it more.

Fuuma finally remembered about Kakyou's existence on hallway floor so he went to fetch him. Leaving him on floor was so extra and evil. Another thing to add on list of all Fuuma’s crimes.

Yuuto recalled the days when Fuuma was a good normal boy. Good old days. He's a changed man now however, even fixed his hair. You can be an antichrist without serving look.

In meantime what's happening outside?

Kusanagi is talking to animals. Kotori did this too before so very Disney princess out of them <3 best quality mid aged man can have is being a babygirl

Kusanagi is closest to normal we have on Dragons of Earth’s side so that tells alot about all of them collectively. Who’s the least normal you ask? Well....

But then he sees Nataku flying around with a sword. Apparently holly sword somehow calls to Fuuma; other once calls to Kamui. I was about to make joke how sword battles (that occur only between two of them) are a metaphor for..... yea. But you don’t want to joke about things like that because you never know what Clamp actually planned. What if it turns into be careful what you wish for and world ends because of UST? God forbid World ends because of gays’ bad breakup and load of UST.

Back to Kusanagi. His initial though upon seeing twink fly around with sword wasn’t ‘wtf is he 20 meters up in air’ so that speaks volumes. And what does Kusanagi do?

Obvs he follows. What else is to do there than to jump in air yourself, duh. When Dragons of Earth see unhinged behavior it’s in their genes to join. This was all impulse. But damn is this jumping ability useful I wish I could transport like this :< like you arrive at work and hear coworkers complain about lack of parking spaces and you’re like ‘nah I don’t have those problems, I jump to work place :D’

And how can people be unhinged without Seishirou joining? God forbid. He saw Kusanagi flying up in air towards government building and was like ‘people doing crimes without me? Heartbroken :<’

Do you think he flew-jumped too or walked like normal human being for once? Since his 😎 hobby is to hang on top of churches and crosses, is that even a question?

Fuuma, the king of lack of shame, detected rest of unhinged gang arriving. Fuuma and Seishirou (and maybe Kusangi too?) should have a widest shoulders competition, just to see who’s the winner once and for all. Tho jokes aside I’ll never be over how detailed, symbolic and gorgeous backgrounds are in X. I could get a degree in symbolism just from reading Clamp mangas.

Nataku is being a taxi service in other words. Fuuma got a discount 100% for looking like Nataku’s father. Just like everything else sword is detailed and gorgeous. And then you remember women exploded giving birth to them....

Fast forward through Seals talking and Hinoto’s prophetic thing, we come back to this:

Sword taxi service arrived, Kusanagi who missed the dressing codex arrived, 😎 arrived - gang is complete. Although, out of all people Kakyou, with close to least big dick energy in a crew, put in penis throne? Dying shame. If it were about who’s the biggest dick (bastard edition) it’d be 😎, no competition. If it’s big dick energy them idk, too many candidates.

In conclusion they’re all unhinged and Kakyou is lucky he’s in coma and remembers none of day Fuuma kidnapped him from hospital, laid down on floor so he could have a dramatic entrance and brief heterosexual moment and then put in penis throne. Fate just won’t let him die.

#back with my bs #x/1999 #fuuma monou #kakyou kuzuki #he gets a tag bc of mistreatment #kanoe #gets a tag for pulling a move on a homosexual #ik it's her go-to action to be flirty (go queen go!) but she saw Fuuma's dreams she should have known better #clamp

32 notes · View notes