#jetko renaissance week

[lantianblueskies]

Ever since I read @suzukiblu 's swap AU, couldn't ever forget them. This has so much potential, its amazing 💞 But most hugely inspiring~

Firstly like in first piece Jet would be openly flirty towards Zuko. But also Jet would surely show Dancing Dragon moves to Zuko, when hears about it.

Ps. Had to wonder for awhile new clothes to Jet thinking stealing clothes Episode... Rethinking about it now it was wasteful?

[cowpokezuko]

Jet n Zuko dancing because I am... so soft. 

Zuko is... so pretty, I don’t know how I accomplished that. 

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[jetko-renaissance-week]

Fanart By Chunsip

[smitha-h]

icarus falls. this story always did something to me, so it was wonderful to recreate it. i loved doing it.

[number1villainstan]

The grand finale for Jetko Renaissance Week is here! And it’s Jet/Mai/Zuko because I just can’t help myself.

All of these drabbles are chapters in the same AU, in chronological order.

[sorrythatwasamistake]

A Jetko fic where Zuko goes by Li pretty much the whole time? More likely than you think.

[jctko]

Jetko week, day 1: Confession

Hi folks, here’s my shitty late contribution. I had a world of difficulties with this piece, but I also enjoyed it and felt like I got to vent a little. It’s a bit more Gen than most of my fics, but it was made with Fleabag in mind so...

i. confession

Dear Jet

Please come to my wedding.

Thanks,

Katara.

-

The first time Jet sees the priest, he’s in the bar on the way to Katara’s house. It’s a little bar on the corner of a main street, with a green sign and blinking lights. It is very distinctly English, in the sense that the mist and fog clambers up the windows. But the warm light beckons him in, and before he knows it he’s sitting at the counter waiting for a beer.

Jet lights a cigarette just as the door opens once again with a jingle of wind chimes. 

He’d be a young man if not for the red scar stretching his skin taut. It kind of makes Jet’s heart drop to his stomach, if he’s being honest. From the moment he appears, Jet identifies him as a man of contrast. Sharp white skin beneath a black turtleneck, interrupted by violent red.

The man glances at Jet and narrows the one eyebrow he has left. “Something interesting?” Jet shakes his head. “Not at all.” Then, before he can even feel it, a smile is splitting his face in half. “Hi.”

The man ignores him, instead going to the other end of the bar and ordering a scotch on ice. Red-gold liquid slides, languishing around white ridges of ice. Jet snorts and finishes his beer, leaving a tip. “See you,” he says to the man.

-

It’s Katara’s engagement dinner. Technically, Aang should be there too, but he’s doing something with the rest of the monks. It’s a nicer restaurant than Jet’s used too, a barn location with minimalist food. It’s not exactly what Jet would choose. Glasses swirl around him, and a lazy jealousy fills Jet’s chest. He knows that he needs to reassess his meds, but recently they fill him with an icy numbness that burns as much as it chills. 

“Putting pine nuts on your salad doesn’t make you a grown up,” Katara is laughing.

“Fucking does,” Jet mutters under his breath. 

There’s a bit of a rustle, and then someone is sliding into the one vacant seat. “So sorry, I was- traffic,” Jet is wondering how there could be traffic in a town as small as this when his eyes make contact with red. That’s all there is.

Katara moves in for a hug and then turns. “Jet, this is Zuko. He’s the priest! And Sokka’s best friend.” Jet nearly scoffs but simply waves his hand in a friendly gesture. Zuko just watches him, which makes things really awkward considering they’re sitting adjacent. The two of them sit around their meals, listening to the conversation as it sloshes around the table like water in a fishbowl.

Jet’s gaze slides around the table, and he allows himself a moment to think. There’s Katara, of course, and her father. Then there’s Sokka- who is clearly not going to address Jet in the time of this conversation. Her eyes are alight with that practiced happiness that has eventually become real. 

There’s a crash and some yells, and Jet realises he’s dropped his glass. Red wine has splashed out across the tablecloth, leaving everything a kind of musty pink. 

“Shit,” he mutters, and then repeats it so everyone can hear. “So sorry, I’ll just grab a- some tissues- ahah.” He gets up and is blocked by a speedy waiter. That’s the kind of restaurant this is. Jet turns back to the table, and is met with multiple pairs of second-hand-embarrassed eyes. “I need a piss.”

He turns and goes not to the bathroom, but past it to the alleyway.

The lighter sparks in his fingers to the point that he nearly drops it. Who in their right mind has a wedding in November! He curses, but halts at the sound of a soft voice. “Careful.” He looks up and sees a woman; red hair bobbed to her shoulders and eyes the type of blue he can’t catch in the moonlight.

“Thanks,” he says, but all there is is shadows passing over a dumpster. The air smells kind of like blood, so he covers it up with nicotine.

He’s halfway through his cigarette when the door opens and the priest steps out. There’s no eye contact, but Zuko awkwardly shuffles closer. 

“Want a cig?” Jet holds it out and Zuko takes it in silence. “So you’re a cool priest, huh? Cigarettes and alcohol,” Jet laughs as Zuko glares. They don’t know each other well enough for this kind of banter. 

Smoke drifts through the alley in its comforting disgust. “Who were you talking to, just then?”

“What? Oh, nothing.”

Zuko turns to go, clearly satisfied with their interaction.

“I wasn’t staring because of your scar,” Jet says suddenly, and Zuko stops at the end of the street. He makes a half-turn, and his gaze glances over Jet’s body. “I have a few grizzly scars too, so it made me-”

“Our scars have nothing in common.” Zuko raises his speed and is soon gone. Jet chuckles to himself, pitifully.

He leans his head back against the brick and feels static in his scalp. Cool wind soaks over his skin, bathing him in a type of quiet light. 

“That was smooth.” It’s the same voice of the woman before. She’s amused. “Thanks, Suki.” He doesn’t open his eyes, instead hearing the soft ramble of her voice. The cigarette burns to the filter and he finally drops it into a pile of trash. His stomach burns something awful, like he’s going to throw up. He turns and heads to the car. 

-

Over the next day, Jet finds himself thinking about the priest. There’s not any reason to, it’s not like they’ll bump into each other before the wedding. But there’s something about that frightened scowl that reminds Jet of the kids he helps in social work. He’s known several kids who go to religion as a source of healing, but most of them haven’t exited it.

He doesn’t know what it is that brings him to the churchyard. Not the building itself, of course, but he finds himself lingering among the gravestones. Part of him feels slightly dead, he thinks. He finds kinship with these people below the ground; no doubt by now rotting and hollow like old fruit. 

“Are you stalking me or something?” His attention is tugged to- of course- Zuko. He’s even in his priest habit, a black thing with a white collar. It looks good on him, Jet thinks, in the time it takes to process Zuko’s presence.

“It’s illegal to go for a stroll through the graveyard now, is it?” 

“It’s morbid,” Zuko tilts his face so that he’s giving Jet his good eye. “You don’t know anyone here, do you?”

“Sure I do,” Jet grins and puts a piece of grass between his lips. He found it on the border of the property, “Or- I don’t know them yet, but I will one day.”

If his eyes don’t deceive him, Zuko makes a snort. He twists away from Jet, catlike as he starts to walk along the path. He stops down by a grave and reaches to pull weeds from the flowerbed. Florence Doyle, 1874-1917. Beloved wife and mother. 

“Poor woman,” Jet mutters, tracing his fingers along the stone rendered green by time. Some of the other headstones are now so old that they are illegible- this woman will join them one day, Jet thinks. And so will I. “I wonder if anyone at all visits her.”

“The dead don’t care. Those aren’t them, just skeletons under the ground. They are with God now.” Zuko pauses, because he is currently doing just what he thinks strange, “This is my job. For the presentation of the church.” He frowns a little and pulls out the final weed. 

He starts to head back to the parish but Jet clears his throat. “Have dinner with me tonight, at the pub.”

Zuko doesn’t answer.

-

Jet goes anyway, waiting at the bar for someone that might not even come. He’s got a pint of beer inside him already, but all he does is watch the horse races on the pub TV’s. It makes him feel like more of a waster than usual. He sips foam from his glass and sighs. This is hard. Zuko sets down beside him, and sniffs. 

“Why’d you come?” Jet asks, and then regrets it. His voice sounds slightly raw under the influence of alcohol, and he’s been finding it difficult to sleep. Someone behind him reminds him that alcohol is a depressant, but he ignores it. “You didn’t have to.”

“You are very uniquely irritating,” Zuko shrugs and the bartender immediately goes for the usual. Jet is quiet; watches the man unscrew an amber bottle and pour it over rectangles of ice. It burns like fire, like Zuko’s eyes, swirling around the shimmering ice. Jet realises he’s missed hearing that. It feels like years.

“I am very unique.” Zuko laughs at that. It’s a frightened sound, like a mouse. Jet doesn’t dare look in his direction as he says, “Would you like to walk back to the parish after this? I could do with some night air.”

-

They walk in silence through the streets. Jet knows him. This is a sensation that grows inside him over the moments that they spend together. They go for almost an hour without talking, and the sounds of Zuko’s breath makes something clench in Jet’s chest. 

Without speaking, they drift into the church. Jet has never been religious. He tried to be for a time, but it didn’t really gel with him. He believes that something might be out there, but it certainly isn’t embodied by men of cloth- God would never exist inside a capitalistic system. He smiles at his own predictability.

A shadow moves at the corner of his eye and he turns without thinking. A curve of red hair glances out behind a pillar. He twitches, takes in a deep breath, and accepts the fact that Zuko is looking. 

“Who are you looking at?”

“No one-”

He winces at the twist of his words. “I would like to make a confession.”

-

He sits awkwardly on the wooden seat, his hands fumbling. He doesn’t know how to do this. “Well, I have a lot of sins to begin with,” he laughs awkwardly, “Sodomy, self-pleasure, queerness. I’m a manic depressive wreck who is clearly possessed by something wicked, and I think my former self drowned a village or something because I just can not get a break.” He laughs around his fist, his fingers gripping his skin a little too tightly. “But mostly I think I’m just- everything is wrong. It’s never felt right. And I wish- I wish I could believe in God, because I just wish I could step in a direction without wondering where it’s taking me.”

He waits for something, anything, but Zuko remains quiet behind the wooden screen door. Not a breath escapes either of them, the tension lingering in the atmosphere that smells of pine and sweat of thousands before him.

“I want love but I don’t know if I can get it. Because I- I had love once and- and I lost it.”

“Katara?” “No. Some- someone else. And it was a different love.” He closed his eyes, “The kind of thing that makes me know what I’m going to do tomorrow. I’m going to call her, I’m going to arrange tea, I’m going to compare traumas. I’m going to look after her and I’m going to be looked after. I had it, once, and it was so much more beautiful than anything I can describe to you. Not a thousand encounters with heaven could ever compare to the beauty of that stability. But the stability was broken, and I can’t ever get it back.” His hands shake. “You can’t fix a relationship with a dead woman.”

He swears he can hear voices travelling past the confession box. He hears his name in a soft, cool voice. 

“The only reason I was invited to this wedding was pity and concern.”

Zuko makes a sound and Jet feels like he’s crumbling inward. He’s not okay. He wishes he were okay. It feels so much less escapable the older he gets, as if he’s wandering the earth in a cage of his own mind. Something burns, like alcohol, and he wishes he were still at the pub. The opposite of taking his suffering away, he feels it washing through him like a tsunami of pain. He is silent, not even making a whimper. Not a tear leaves his eye, and yet he sits there feeling like a marked Cain. A struck Abel.

The curtain slides open and he tilts his face upwards, to where Zuko stands above him with a face of calm understanding; pressed into that testimonial frown like paint over cement. He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t move. His golden eyes look like honeycomb moons; and before he knows it, Jet’s starting to cry. At least a year’s worth of tears build up and crash; and he rocks his body forward so his face is buried in Zuko’s habit. He shudders and sputters, nearly gagging from the pain of it all. A hand rests on the back of his head, holding him stable. 

He cries so hard that hours must have passed; though it is still dark. All the energy is gone from his body by the time he wipes his eyes. Zuko doesn’t look at him, but it’s not from embarrassment. It’s from respect. 

It’s pretty obvious that Jet can’t walk home tonight. Silently, Zuko leads him back to the parsonage and gives him a bed to sleep in. Jet’s words are all gone, his throat completely wracked. Still, Zuko senses the note of panic at the motion of leaving. Still clothed, Zuko slides into bed beside Jet. 

He’s still there when Jet wakes up.

[zarter4eva]

So I have always been obsessed with Jetko, and am currently living for this ATLA Renaissance! Since I cannot get them out of my head no matter what I try, figured I would draw them out instead.

*Reference pose from GoldenTar on deviantart. 

[unfried-mouth-wheat]

Day 7: Free Space - Chibi

[Image ID: A black and white sketch of Jet and Zuko. They are both in a chibi art style, because it was the only thing my brain allowed me to make. Jet is on the left while Zuko is on the right. They are both on a mattress. Jet is laying down, chin resting on a pillow. He has his arms stretched out like a cat. He has a content look on his face. Zuko is resting his head on Jet’s, his hands running through Jet’s hair. His eyes are close and he has a peaceful look on his face. His hair is up in a Top Knot with the Fire Lord head piece. End ID]

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[suzukiblu]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jet/Zuko (Avatar) Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Smellerbee (Avatar), Longshot (Avatar), Jet (Avatar) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Fix-It, Spirit Shenanigans, Ambiguous Set-Up, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Not Compliant with Avatar Comics, Not Canon Compliant - The Legend of Korra Series: Part 4 of Jetko Renaissance Week Summary:

Zuko wakes up under Lake Laogai with no idea what he’s doing here and less idea what Lake Laogai is doing here.

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[laotzu-1]

CHAPTER 16 IS UP!!! SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Jet/Zuko (Avatar) Characters: Jet (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar) Additional Tags: Jet finds a fire nation baby, because why not?, Eventual Jetko, Not all angst, okay a little angst, Jetko, Jetko Renaissance Week, Jet Alone - Freeform, More than one chapter, Jet didn't die, you can't convince me, Jet redemption, Freedom Fighters, To Be Continued, Jet joins Team Avatar, Enemies to Lovers, People have told me this story is funny, So I guess its kinda' a comedy, There's romance, heartwarming af, Eventual gay dads Summary:

"When they parted, heavy and panting, lips swollen and reddened, the wake of stillness after was nothing but enchanting. Zuko's face was flushed, his hands still knotted, knuckle white, in Jet's tunic. And Jet thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

Jet smiled, meaningfully and truthfully, not an act of any sorts.

"Hey," he said.

Zuko's lips lifted in a shy smile too. "Hey," he repeated."

 Summary: Jet survived in Ba Sing Se. On his way to reunite with his gang (who he predicts is with the avatar), he is forced to contemplate his morality. He is pit up against situations that question his understanding of the humanity of the Fire Nation. What can he learn from a Fire Nation animal? Or a Fire Nation kid? And eventually... a Fire Nation prince?

[cowpokezuko]

Since it’s Jetko week, here are some soft cowboys. Jet using a wool shears to cut Zuko’s hair bc why not.

This doesn’t really go with todays theme, but time is fake so *shrug*

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[jetko-renaissance-week]

Jetko Renaissance Week is soon!

In case you don’t know, there’s an AO3 collections page you can submit your fics/art to. 

Also, in order to make sure nothing gets lost, feel free to @ this blog with whatever you post so we can reblog everything!

[casualdadnomad]

modern hc for every possible atla ship

Alright, I said I’d do it and now I’m doing it. We will not be arguing over ships because it’s impossible to argue if I include..... all of them. I’ll include some nice ship things and then rate the likeliness of the ship happening in my au.

Kataang: my babies. soulmates. they would be that adorable couple that has been together since the eighth grade. they work well together because they’re both kind hearted and care about each other deeply. they hold hands in hallways, call each other pet names (the infamous “sweetie” that makes sokka want to die), and always try to give each other little surprises to brighten each other’s day. they’re very into valentines day. would it happen? yes. 100/10. 

Sukka: my babies part 2. sokka comes to every football game to cheer her on during halftime. he also goes to every winter guard competition. Suki goes with him when he does his graffiti. she insists it’s to be a lookout in case the cops find them, but she just loves watching him make his art. they don’t go out much, and are just as happy watching anime in suki’s room as they would be on a date. would it happen? YES. 10/10.

Zukka: the hottest ship of the ATLA renaissance. probably the best ship of all time. they just have this perfect dynamic. sokka is a genius with terrible ideas and no impulse control. zuko is just a guy with anxiety. sokka would definitely help zuko come out of his shell a little bit. and iroh loves his nephew’s boyfriend. sokka helps out for free in the jasmine dragon if zuko is working. would it happen? maybe. i do love them a lot. 8/10.

Zutara: okay. everyone has an opinion on zutara. my opinion is that i don’t like it unimportant. they stay up late on facetimes and talk until like 3 am. they play a lot of games and katara is super competitive, so zuko lets her win a lot. she’s cute when she’s convinced she’s the king of gamepigeon 8 ball. would it happen? unlikely. 4/10.

Taang: i don’t hear about this ship a ton. it’s not one i ever thought about. they’re both super protective, even though neither of them really need to be protected. aang is definitely more affectionate than toph, but toph can and will beat the shit out of anyone that hurts aang. would it happen? they’re the only two freshmen, so maybe, but still unlikely. 5/10.

Tokka: i’ve always thought toph’s little crush on sokka was adorable. they would skip school, go break the law for fun, that kind of nonsense. this is one of those rare instances where sokka has the most common sense. they would be more of a “what’s up you ugly idiot” kind of couple than a “hey baby! :)” kind of couple. would it happen? I could see them getting along. it would be pretty chaotic. 6.5/10.

Mai Lee: MY GIRLS. they’re perfect for each other. Mai is peak alt girl. She’s a goth queen, eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man, chains, little shirt big pants, and a nose piercing. ty lee is the exact definition of cottagecore. strawberry dresses, lots of blush, makes her own earrings. ty lee even gave mai a pair of earrings she made to look like knives. they walk down the street holding hands. if anyone throws them a weird look, mai throws a knife right back. would it happen? HELL YES. 1,000/10.

Tyzula: here’s the thing. azula never did get that sweet sweet redemption arc, so in my au she’s still a bit of an asshole. if they got together, i can see azula really trying to improve herself as a person for ty lee. i see ty lee really trying to sell the idea of including azula to the rest of the friend group. i’m really into the idea of instead of ty lee “fixing” her, having azula work on herself with ty lee as some extra motivation. would it happen? if azula put in effort to be a better person, sure. 7/10.

Maitara: what, did you think i was going to forget maitara? i did say every ship. katara vibes with the softgirl aesthetic while mai is on the egirl side, and honestly i am living for it. would it happen? this one is definitely a rare ship. but i think it could work. 5/10.

Maiko: ah yes, the canon one. zuko’s not quite as edgy as mai is. he’s like, if you diluted the eboy aesthetic a little. but i think it would maybe work between my two emo babies. they’re a couple that you never really see engaging in any pda so you just assume they’re friends until someone tells you otherwise. they’re very cute together, but dare i say kind of boring...? would it happen? goth x goth solidarity is cool, so maybe. 6/10.

Azutara: dude, there’s not a lot to say for this one. it’s been a little while since i’ve even seen an azutara shipper. are they extinct? (azutara babes pls tell me if ur not extinct). yeah so if this happened i think it would be because azula put in the work to be a good person and was welcomed back into the group. once she was in the group, katara would have gotten to know her real personality and liked her. but katara also holds her accountable for her actions. she puts up with no bullshit because she knows her worth. would it happen? i don’t think so. 2/10.

Sutara: this seems like chaos. these ladies would be the power couple of the century. i think with two women so strong and powerful, they’d butt heads a lot. they would be out in the world and actively changing it. would it happen? they’re both badass awesome women, but i’m not sure. 3/10.

Zukaang: uhh... i can’t say i ever thought about zukaang before now. but i guess you would have this bright ball of energy and a dark brooding type, so i can see how it could be cute. would it happen? um... no. i’m not sure if opposites attract that much. 0/10.

Tophko: another one that has literally never crossed my mind! i’m not sure how i feel about angry + angry as a dynamic. i think they would make great friends. okay, i think they would be a couple you mostly wouldn’t want to mess with. they can mess with each other, but no one else is allowed to mess with them. would it happen? no. i’m a slut for height differences, but not at the expense of a good personality match. 0/10.

Jetko: ah, the infamous jetko. the thing about jet in my au is that he’s kind of a sports boy. jock vibes. i guess i haven’t thought about his personality much except that he’s, well, a cocky sports guy. even if mans was bi or gay, i think he would have too much internalized homophobia to openly be in an gay relationship. would it happen? here’s the thing. i could maybe see them having kissed once or something, but not together currently. 4/10.

Jetka: okay i see a handful of people saying jetka rights so i thought i’s include it. i think the most likely scenario would be, maybe, they kissed once or twice and then sokka got ghosted because jet was closeted and scared. since jet obviously didn’t try to burn down a village, maybe that could be the reason sokka doesn’t like him. would it happen? maybe they never got together but jet could have been sokka’s first dude crush or something. 2/10.

Jetara: my immediate thought was that jet asked her out and they went out for like a week but katara quickly realized hey, he’s an asshole. ALTERNATIVELY, katara recognized him as the guy who hurt her brother or zuko and never went out with him at all, because hey, i don’t need all that drama. would it happen? maybe awkward exes. 3/10.

okay these took soooo long! if you have another ship, questions, or headcanon ideas, my ask box is always open!

[number1villainstan]

Forgot to post Chapter 6 for Family yesterday. Shit goes down in this one.

[dykejet]

favorite jetko fics right now? asking for recommendations that don't make the pair too angsty

here’s sum !!! maybe im just too picky but its truly criminal how little jetko fics there are that arent total angst fests</3 im not too good w links so all are under the Keep Reading !

Jetko Drabbles/ Short Stories by LaoTzu 

it’s as the title describes ! the first chapter is particularly sweet :)

Less Talk. More Fight. by Barb_Wires

Summary:  Zuko always knew that being FIrelord would land him an assassination attempt or two. He didn't expect his first one would be during his coronation, and he especially didn't expect that it would be by his boyfriend Jet, who was under the impression that Zuko was a lowly tea server named Lee, and is also dead. 

this one is so lovely <3 its got quite a bit of crack elements lol and theres vague allusions to nsfw eep but otherwise its >>

Jetko Week 2020 by marvelousrats

this is a series of fics, so they’re of varying moods and summaries. my fave is ‘See You Space Cowboy’ :)

I wanna raise your spirits, I want to see you smile by voices_in_my_head

Summary: "“This is a terrible idea,” Jet says, not for the first time. “You already said that,” Zuko replies, also not for the first time. “Which should really tell you how bad of an idea it is!” Jet’s sitting on their bed, back straight, watching as Zuko goes through their closet, deciding what to wear for dinner. Dinner with Zuko’s friends, who hate Jet."

this one is so mfin sweet it makes my heart Hurt

You don’t have to hide, I’ll be by your side by voices_in_my_head

Summary: "Jet isn’t good at love, he doesn’t think. Which makes him and Zuko kind of perfect for each other, especially when they first meet, because Zuko isn’t all that good at love either.His uncle looks at him like he’d fight an army for him and Zuko is rude to him, even though it’s obvious he’d do the same for him, he just doesn’t know how to say it."

man... o man. this is Tender!!! its kinda angsty but mostly its sweet and also jetko proposal<3

Jetko Renaissance Week by vl_kyrie

again, a series of fics w differing plots but very sweet <3

And when that sun goes down, hope you raise your cup by voices_in_my_head

Summary: "“Hey,” Jet says, putting his arms around his waist, then leaning forward so that his forehead is against Zuko’s back, rubbing it on the sweater he has on, which hangs loose on him. “I like it when you wear my clothes.”Zuko smiles around his hot chocolate, “I know you do.”Jet continues to rub his face against his back, like a cat. Zuko keeps smiling and changes his grip on the mug, so he’s holding it with just one hand, lowering the other to Jet’s, putting his fingers between his."

this person’s jetko fics r just so good hdfdjdh....

Flora Lingua by mercu

Summary: written for a prompt: jetko + puppy love. zuko refuses to acknowledge his feelings. his friends try to help. 

this was the fic that first got me a lil bit interested in jetko !! its free serotonin

still, i think i’m doing fine by zeitgeistofnow

Summary: jet stands in the middle of the airport, letting the other travelers with their suitcases and duffel bags and trains of wailing children move around him like water around a rock. the airport feels like an otherworld, like a pause from his usual life. people don’t usually recognize him in airports- mullet hidden under a beanie, wearing a sweatshirt for a band he’d loved in college, one whose record sales the freedom fighters outpaced years ago. he’s just another nobody in a building beyond time. zuko would call it a liminal space. zuko likes words like that, fancy education-signaling things that make him sound smart. sometimes jet likes listening to him explain things. sometimes he doesn’t. he usually lets zuko know if he’s in the kind of mood when it pisses him off and zuko sometimes stops explaining. he’ll stop more often these days, really, and it bothers jet less often too.

this fic... It. It Changed Me. i wasnt too into jetko just yet, i just considered it a nice ol minor ship of mine. This Is the Fic that got me wholeheartedly into em. emotionally mature, healthy and happy jetko man!!! that is Everything 2 me. Sum angsty undertones ?? but its just too good to not read

-   And not to self-advertise hahah but i’d consider my own jetko fics p neat too ^__^