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[bladeslinger]

This is a private portrayal of Jet from Avatar: The Last Airbender, with heavy influences from City of Echoes canon. Default timeline set approximately 10 years after the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Jess ( she / her, 42, pst ). est. Sept 2025.

An exploration of ... loss of innocence, trauma and the cycle of violence, identity and purpose, redemption and the possibility of change.

destiny intertwined with ⸻ @droplct [Katara ♥] @jintletealeaf [Jin]

[bladeslinger]

“I can see when I’m not needed.”

[bladeslinger]

@droplct said: ❝ Have . . . You ever told anyone ? About us ? About us . . . Back then ? ❞

Jet went still for a moment, but not because he hadn't expected the question someday, but because he had. He'd just hoped she’d never actually ask it. A crooked smile tugged at one corner of his mouth, though it lacked its usual easy confidence as his gaze briefly drifted away from Katara toward some distant point neither of them could see.

"Once or twice. Not details." He shook his head. "Never names." Jet wasn't proud of many things from those years. Most of what happened between them had been tangled up in trauma fueled bad decisions and feelings he hadn’t known what to do with, but that excused none of it and she doesn’t deserve for him to go telling people how her firsts were ruined because of him. "People asked questions sometimes, like why I get weird whenever the Southern Water Tribe comes up or why I look like somebody had punched me when someone mentions your name." A short laugh escaped him. "I wasn't exactly subtle. But no. I never go around telling stories about you."

Because that was what she'd been asking, wasn't it? Not whether people knew or whether he'd shared her. Whether he'd taken those horrible memories and turned them into something for other people to pass around.

"Those years were messy enough without me dragging strangers into them." His thumb rubbed absently against his palm. "And honestly?" He huffed another laugh. "Most people wouldn't have believed me anyway." The idea was still ridiculous when he thought about it. The fierce waterbender who'd threatened to knock his teeth out, the girl who'd challenged him at every turn, infuriated him, fascinated him, and somehow managed to carve out a permanent place in his chest, why would she feel anything for him?

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5 drafts. I need to slow down so I don't get these big numbers piled up.

[solo-walker]

buddy.......

[bladeslinger]

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘

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[honorabledragon]

"Lose your mind, huh?" Zuko replied with a smirk, leaning into Jet's grip. Part of him wanted to believe that was true, as he sometimes doubted if Jet returned his feelings.

Zuko's hand moved to gently grip Jet's wrist, his thumb stroking there. "Well, I am the fire lord, but we just can't have that," whispered Zuko. He still wondered how they got here, considering Jet's past feelings on firebenders in general. Now the man was kissing the fire lord of all people — and keeping him from his baths. "I might have to abdicate."

[bladeslinger]

Jet barked out a quiet laugh at that as his eyes narrowed with amused disbelief. “Oh, yeah?” he murmured. “Gonna throw the whole nation into chaos because your boyfriend missed you too much?”The word slipped out naturally and Jet hadn’t even realized he’d said it until after it was already hanging there between them. His gaze shifted briefly to Zuko’s hand around his wrist, thumb brushing there slow enough to distract him for half a second. When he looked back up, the teasing in his expression had softened into open fondness that Jet rarely let show.

“That’d be one hell of a scandal,” he added quietly as his thumb brushed once along Zuko’s jaw before he leaned in again, resting his forehead briefly against his. “I’m still not sure how we ended up here,” he murmured, voice low enough to almost disappear into the steam curling through the room, “You being the Fire Lord and all.” His eyes searched Zuko’s face for a moment longer.

[honorabledragon]

Zuko eased as Jet kissed him, relaxing in his posture at the reassurance. "You matter to me," replied Zuko quietly as they pulled apart. "And… that makes me worry. I've been told I worry too much, so I'm sorry," he apologized, giving Jet's arm a squeeze.

He smirked as he told him he'd notice too. "Would you now? teased Zuko, folding his arms over his chest. "I think I could head back to the Fire Nation for weeks on end before you'd wonder."

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“Wow,” he muttered under his breath as Zuko finished. “Weeks?” He let out a short laugh, shaking his head before stepping close enough that the folded arms between them barely counted as distance. “You really think that little of me?” There was a teasing edge to his tone, but underneath it, he was offended by the idea.

Jet reached up, fingers hooking briefly beneath Zuko’s chin to tilt his face toward him. “You disappear back to the Fire Nation for weeks,” he said, gaze steadily fixed on his, “and I’d probably lose my mind by day three. Day four if I was trying to act cool about it.”

[droplct]

● — || Was she in danger ? Oh , how she [ [ felt ] ] like she was in danger when she recognized that glint in his eye . ❝ Well , maybe you should learn . It's not like you're [ [ doing ] ] anything with your mouth , right now . ❞

[bladeslinger]

“Is that what you want, Kat?” He asks, his voice dropping lower as that smirk deepens into something tender. “For my mouth to be busy?” Did she know how beautiful she was when she was like this, with her skin flush and her eyes telling everything he need to know.

[unstablecryptid]

Jon Bernthal

Sicario (2013)

[droplct]

● — || Katara's cheeks turned subtly pink as she glanced up at Jet then looked away , ❝ Shut up , Jet . ❞

[bladeslinger]

Biting down on his bottom lip, Jet let out a hiss that seeped into a chuckle coming from his chest. “Oh, Kat. That’s the best way to make sure I don’t shut up.”

[bladeslinger]

“I’ve known she has it in her.”

[bladeslinger]

Taea. You're killing me with that ask.

[nowadayz]

Heath Ledger as Patrick Verona 10 Things I Hate About You, 1999

[bladeslinger]

What are your last words?

" . . . "

[honorabledragon]

"No, no, it's fine," replied Zuko, dropping the haughty banter as soon as Jet did. He hadn't wanted it to be so obvious that he'd been hurt, but maybe Jet knew him too well.

He eased a bit at the gentle touch, putting his hand on Jet's arm. "I just like to know if you're going to be late, that's all," said Zuko. "I'm not trying to like… police you or anything."

[bladeslinger]

Jet exhaled through his nose and his shoulders easing the second Zuko’s tone softened. “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes flickering down to where Zuko’s hand rested on his arm before lifting back up. “I know you’re not. I just didn’t think,” he admitted, “I didn’t think it mattered that much to you. I’m not used to mattering to anyone but Katara.” His thumb shifted again, a small, absent motion against Zuko’s skin before he huffed a faint, self-aware breath.

“I can tell you next time. Not because you’re policing me or anything,” there’s a hint of a soft smirk there, “but because you wanna know.” Jet’s gaze dropped for just a second before he leaned in and caught Zuko’s lips in a slow kiss, and when he pulled back, he didn’t go far.

“For what it’s worth, I’d probably notice if you didn’t come back when you said you would, too.”

[honorabledragon]

Zuko froze a moment when Jet responded. Then he turned around, but only slightly, looking at Jet from the corner of his eye. "Oh," replied Zuko, turning his attention back to the bath, testing its temperature.

He took a deep breath, staring forward at the building suds. "That's… that's good. I was just wondering," he said, back to Jet. "I hope you had a nice time."

[bladeslinger]

Jet caught that split second where Zuko stilled and his voice came out just a little too even. And just like that, the smug edge slipped. “…Hey,” Jet closed the distance between them like he was trying to catch something before it slipped too far out of reach. “Don’t do that,” he muttered, a faint crease forming between his brows. “Acting like you don’t care when you obviously—” He cut himself off with a breath, jaw tightening briefly as guilt flickered across his face.

“Look, I—” Jet exhaled, “I shouldn’t’ve said it like that.” His grip settled at Zuko’s hip, “I wasn’t trying to make it sound like that.” There was a pause as his eyes searched Zuko’s face and his thumb shifted slightly where it rested in a small, absent motion before it stilled.

“I’m sorry.”