#ooc: Maybe Grace could run into him somewhere on her blog?

[flameohotfamily]

mai being jealous of katara due to the FN gossip?

i understand the point (especially with katara and not any other girl) and normally i would be glad to write some good drama, but i'm so so tired and deeply shocked by ship wars and insulting people based simply on their taste, and bashing real people because of a bunch of pixels in the kid show, and other mess which is going in this fandom... i won't write it.

if you want to read something about it or other mai/zuko/katara and vice versa situations, there are, i'm sure, plenty of fics on ao3, fanfiction.net and other sources. even though i actually have some thoughts and hcs, i'm not willing to write it here. i joked once about the certain ship. and people claimed me toxic and vile, thank you very much.

so i choose for myself to write in my maiko blog only about maiko (i'm not saying it about my fics!!!), and as i mentioned earlier, i'm really tired and overwhelmed of how far people can go and how rude they can be, and how easily they can assume ~everything~ about you as a human being (and blame you for your skin color or other things you didn't choose haha) because you ship this drawn boy with this drawn girl and not that. besides, maybe i run not the biggest maiko blog, but i have a decent number of followers and sometimes(!), some of them(!) look up to me, and i feel some responsibility for my blog and my audience. so when other people claim my followers toxic etc. because of my lame joke/post/any words... wow, i really don't want and don't need to see it.

so thank you, but no. i'm done with toxicity in atla. of course, it doesn't mean i'm the biggest pacifist here and spread only positivity and love and yay, and it doesn't mean i'm against more heavy topics in fiction (jealousy is one of them). but if i'd ever want to raise an issue of jealousy in maiko relationship, i'd rather think up some ooc person for example/for drama. i don't want to be involved in ship wars.

i must add, that i genuinely like and respect katara as a character, and i won't bash her here or somewhere else, like... ever :) i'm just saying, okay?

also i must add, that considering mai's interaction with jin in comics, and her behavior in 3x05 and 3x09 when she had been watching personally a very... active part of zuko's fan club and hadn't said a word to him, i could assume that she's not a jealous person in general. to write really jealous mai takes some grace imo.

so yeah, that's it. thank you for the ask anyway and have a great day!!

[askharryhook]

Met By Moonlight [One-Shot]

@daaialove Requested: Hello. I love your blog so much! It feels so good that I'm not alone in my akward adoration for these two. Dare I ask you to write something about them dating in a beach (swimming together in the sea at night maybe)? I read your stuff, you're such an artist!

OOC: Thank you so much, it means a lot to us that you’re enjoying our work!!! This was SUPPOSED to be fluffy I don’t know what happened. If you want something a little lighter feel free to request again lol.

This fic is not NSFW but it does get intimate and has mild mentions of nudity so read at your own discretion

“C’mon, love. Keep up!” Harry grinned over his shoulder, pushing his sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes. Uma glared at him, clearly panting and equally sweaty under her typical layers of pirate garb. They’d been hiking for HOURS through what little untouched wildness remained on the Isle, upon Harry’s insistence.

He’d been planning this for years; a vague dream he never thought possible until two days ago when some wooden beams in the chip shop finally rotted through and threatened to tear the whole place down. They’d had to close for repairs, and Uma was free to trek across the Isle with him for at least one day.

“Seriously Harry, can we take a break?” Uma groaned, stumbling slightly as she dragged her feet.

“It’s not but a few minutes away now.” He stopped, carefully catching her arm.

“You said that twenty minutes ago.” She growled, shoving him back, very clearly tired and irritated.

The spot he’d planned to rest was indeed a few minutes away… followed by another hour of walking. Maybe he really hadn’t planned this well…

The clouds above were turning threatening shades of red and purple when they could finally see the mountain ridge, fuzzy and glowing gold as the sun set behind it. Uma’s stomach was audibly growling and they were both panting, but adrenaline and excitement ripped through him nonetheless. They weren’t going to be late after all!

Forcing his legs to run, he strode over the small distance to the ridge, Uma following reluctantly. He didn’t have to look at her to hear her awed gasp.

Directly below them was a small, sandy bay carved into the rocky cliff-face. It faced the back-side of the Isle, where the sun set and the ocean stretched for miles and miles, beyond what the naked eye could see.

Harry let Uma clutch his arm as she leaned over the ridge, her dark eyes lit up like the sunlight bouncing off the water. She’d never been to this half of the Isle before, never seen the sea for it’s true, expansive beauty.

Harry grinned at her awe, moths fluttering in the bottom of his stomach. Carefully he pulled his arm from her grip, opting to hold her hand instead as he led her to an unkempt trail down the cliffside.

Uma didn’t take her eyes off the sea, and Harry didn’t blame her. The first time he’d seen this side of the Isle on his father’s ship, he was the same way.

There may not be magic under the barrier, but the way the infinite sky bruised and bled purple and red and orange into the crashing water was, in itself, magical. A twisted sort of heaven in their hellish prison.

They descended the trail faster than Harry had anticipated, both forgetting their exhaustion in the pursuit of the sea’s beauty. The full moon grew brighter and brighter with each step, hanging just above the horizon.

The pale sand was deep here, and Harry’s boots sunk in as soon as he touched it. Uma was lighter, and far more cautious of her footsteps, so she didn’t sink in nearly as far. In fact she bounded across the beach in a graceful sprint, ditching her bag near the cliffside. Harry trudged behind, a grin no doubt permanently etched into his face.

Uma dropped to her knees in the shallows, the foamy water rushing over her hot, sweating skin. Save for a few large pieces of trash (a dented aluminium garbage can, the ripped up remains of chairs and a sofa, and a huge log stripped of most of it’s bark and branches) the bay was free of the Isle’s usual amount of waste and pollution, leaving the water clear and blue like it was meant to be. She grinned up at him as he joined her, a bright, genuinely happy smile Harry hadn’t seen her make in a long time.

He loved it so much, he never wanted it to go away.

Grinning right back, Harry undid two of his three belts and yanked his shirt over his head. He shivered at the cold of the growing night, discarding the tattered shirt on the sand. He was working off his trousers when she finally spoke, confusion overcoming her smile,

“What the hell are you doi- HARRY!” Uma shouted, trying to grab him. She was too late; he’d already kicked off his boots and trousers and dove into the water. It wasn’t too deep, so he pulled himself a few feet away, until the water came up to his navel. He stood up, grinning at her look of panic,

“No monsters here. S’only water.”

Uma’s face relaxed, though she still seemed guarded. She kicked off her boots, tossed off her hat and waded up to her ankles, testing each step before taking it. Harry watched her step into the light of the full moon, the gold accents on her clothes shimmering slightly; she quirked an eyebrow when she caught him watching, but Harry continued to grin. Without breaking eye contact, he bent over and ripped off his boxers, throwing the wet fabric at her. He gave a shrug as Uma glared at him,

“C’mon! It’s safe, promise!” To make his point, Harry ducked under the surface, paddling out a little further to where the water reached the top of his ribs. The water was still gentle enough to stand, but it pushed against his naked body, making him sway and hold his arms out instinctively for balance. Uma watched him silently for a moment before shedding her jacket and tossing it into the pile with his own clothes.

Harry tried (and failed) to look away as she started pulling her shirt off, suddenly feeling shy; the times they’d been undressed together were fiery, desperate, and wrapped up in blankets. Yet here, her dark skin reflected the silver moonlight in a way that captivated him. Shivers ran down his spine as she turned to look at him, locking eyes with him until he couldn’t move. She discarded the rest of her clothing before stepping into the water, walking into the sea like the Goddesses of her heritage.

He was spellbound.

She ducked under the surface and swam out to him, springing up again with her hands on his shoulders to help stay afloat. They exchanged a shy smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling their bodies together. Their body heat soaked into each other, an extremely vulnerable, intimate sensation foreign to Isle kids like them. The water may have been cold, but they had their own tiny bubble of warmth and love and suddenly to Harry nothing else mattered.

He’d wanted to bring her here to share some of the joy he’d experienced as a child on this beach. Yet here he was...falling so deeply and madly in love with her that those happy memories were but a blur to him. Neither of them spoke for several pounding heartbeats, Uma’s dark eyes eventually wandering from his gaze down his bare chest to her own pressed firmly against his stomach.

Harry’s breath caught at her gaze, his fingers tightening against the skin of her waist. Shaking slightly, he moved one hand to her chin, tilted it back up, and lightly dragged his thumb down her lower lip. He wanted so badly to kiss her… he flicked his gaze back to hers, pouring the question into his stare. Uma returned it, tongue darting out to worry at the trail of his thumb.

Bending down slightly, he caught her lips in a tender kiss. Flames flickered somewhere deep in his chest, making it difficult for him to pull away when she tensed up.

His heart stuttered, fearing that he’d acted too quickly. Suddenly her weight solely bore on him, her hands moving from his shoulders, up the back of his neck and into his hair. She grabbed fist-fulls of his wet locks, pulling him down into another kiss. Less gentle, but just as passionate.

The flames in Harry’s heart exploded, sending white-hot fire coursing through his veins. His hands grabbed her hips, yanking her closer as they toppled back into the water. Lips and limbs melting together, they floated a few for a few heartbeats together before they sank into the the sea foam. Harry didn’t mind until his chest strained for breath. His mouth opened reflexively, his arms and legs tensing in anticipation to scramble to the surface.

Suddenly he felt her tongue drag across his lip and find his own, her merfolk blood pounding in the skin under his fingertips. She breathed into him, and he drank eagerly, the tightness in his chest dissipating with the rest of his mind. She was the only thing that mattered.  

Harry’s brain fuzzed so much he didn’t notice she’d dragged him to the surface until she broke from the kiss, letting him breathe on his own. Audibly sighing, chills raced through his skin, already missing her proximity.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with Uma’s playful grin, her cheeks reddened but an eyebrow quirked in mischief. Harry blinked, confused for a moment, before she splashed him, sending him rolling backward in the wave. The nostalgic joy he’d come to this beach seeking blossomed inside him, and the pirate boy laughed genuinely, slapping the water to return the spray. Uma ducked out of the way, swimming away from him with a giggle.

“Hey!” He protested, attempting to chase her, though he knew she was a much better swimmer than he was. The exchange continued, her splashing him chasing, until their sides hurt from laughing and their limbs screamed for rest, a few hours later.

Again, Harry tried not to stare when she emerged from the sea, her skin shimmering even more in the moonlight with the sea clinging to her. Instead, he retrieved their bags from the cliffside, offering her an old, ragged and thin towel to dry off with, wrapping a similar one around his waist.

They stretched out together on the sand, his arm around her shoulders, her head resting comfortably against his chest, as they snacked on sticky, hard granola bars and stale potato chips. Still giggling, they pointed out patterns in the stars on the distant horizon and Harry told her about learning to navigate with them when he was a little boy.

They had fallen quiet for several heartbeats before Uma let out a sad sigh, “I don’t want to leave this place.”

Harry swallowed hard, his arm around her tightening, “Me neither.”

A solemn heartbeat passed,

“Harry?”

“Aye?”

“Can we come here again?” They both knew the answer; her schedule didn’t allow for selfish nights alone on the beach.

“Anytime you want.” He lied anyway. Her hand sought his and he twined their fingers together, rubbing her thumb gently with his own. She let him kiss her knuckles gently, her eyes fluttering closed at the tender gesture. Harry watched as she drifted off to sleep, nestled perfectly into his side as if she were made to fit there.

If they only had this one night to themselves, to him, it had been worth it.