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Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko, Sokka, Aang, + platonic pairings

platonic!gaang x fem!reader

The First Hair Bender

2.2k+ words | fluff | Team Avatar has enough to worry about without taking time to fix their hair before and after every fight. That's where you come in, but it's not quite the same as it used to be.

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The taglists on my last few fics were missing/incomplete which is completely my fault! I just updated the list with all the entries from the Google Form so that it will be correct moving forward. Sorry!!

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Marvel Comics

Peter Parker, more coming soon!

Peter Parker x fem!reader

shut up, peter, just get in the car.

3.3k+ words | light angst to fluff | Peter Parker has been watching you from a distance, wondering where you are. After a night out with his friends, he wakes in your apartment and confesses that he craves the darkness because he knows there, he would never leave you. — inspired by dracula, tame impala

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i fear that there's this unperceivable amount of love that i have for peter parker that will inevitably take over me (as if it hasn't already lol) and i just cannot voice it 😭 ugh how are you supposed explain to people that peter parker is just him and that you used to pray that he were a real person so that you could love him the way he deserved to be loved ohmygodddddd they just don't get it, they just don't get it at all.

(crashing out don't mind me)

He's just so... so ugh in the best way possible, you know? There are simply no words to properly describe what he means to us😭

sigh... ig imma go write some fics to help us with this

edit to add: have I never posted for Peter before yesterday?? i have failed.

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I'm very slowly coming back! That Peter Parker idea was just clawing at me and I had to get it out haha. I'm doing better, thank you. Hope you're doing well too!

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shut up, peter, just get in the car.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader (both in college)

Summary: Peter Parker has been watching you from a distance, wondering where you are. After a night out with his friends, he wakes in your apartment and confesses that he craves the darkness because he knows there, he would never leave you. — inspired by dracula, tame impala

Warnings/Word Count: light angst (insecurity/doubt), fluff, banter, alcohol consumption and depiction of drunk characters (Peter and his friends), confession, no specific characterization though Peter's friend is Ned bc it's an easy name idk. no spoilers for any spider-man media. 3.3k+ words

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“New York has a massive bug problem,” J. Jonah Jameson reports from his desk at the Daily Bugle. “And its name is Spider-Man!”

“Does he ever sleep?” Peter murmurs to himself, swinging past a bright television display as a truck horn sounds in the distance.

Because of recent occurrences — including but not limited to the continued slanderous accusations of Jameson — Spider-Man has disappeared from the New York spotlights. Peter hasn’t donned the suit while the sun was still up in weeks. Working nights isn’t supposed to be a permanent change, and, tonight, Peter hopes he can go back to his usual schedule soon. But too many people are scanning the skyline for Spider-Man through the day, so he has to take the night shift or hang up the mask for an indeterminate amount of time.

It seemed like an easy decision at the time. But now Peter is forced to face everything he thought had been hidden by the dark.

Peter lands silently on a gargoyle in Queens, his gaze drawn to a darkened apartment. The horizon past the city is brightening, a familiar shade of blue painting the sky as the hairs on Peter’s arms stand on end. It was once a bizarre feeling, the amalgamation of his arachnid senses often at odds with his human instinct. Now, Peter senses the vibrations of the person inside the apartment waking, fighting the desire to roll over and stay in bed, opting to stand and stretch their arms over their head.

Straightening, Peter continues watching the curtained window as he prepares to return home. The night is almost over, Spider-Man won’t be welcome in his own city soon, but Peter still doesn’t know where you are. He’s been searching all night — between dodging punches and muttering puns — but has yet again come up empty.

Peter knows where you are. You’re in your apartment, yawning as you enter your kitchen. Knowing where you are physically is no substitute for what he really wants to know. He wants to know where you are compared to where he is, wants to know if you think the same about him as he does about you.

“Good morning, New York,” Peter greets as he shoves his window open. Inside, he pulls his mask off with a sigh and looks at his bed. “Hi, bed. Someday you and I will be acquainted again.”

While jumping on one foot to get out of his suit and navigating to his closet simultaneously, Peter gets a call. Whoever decided that New York should be dubbed the city that never sleeps was far too accurate.

“What are you wearing?” Ned asks.

“Whoa, buy me dinner first,” Peter mumbles.

“Dude, you can’t send me midnight texts about the girl and then not think about what you’re going to wear on one of the few days a week you get to see her!”

“Right. Because wearing a nice outfit today will be the thing that makes her finally notice me.”

“You’re killing me, Peter,” Ned groans. “What’s your most expensive outfit?”

“Cloak of invisibility.”

“Peter,” Ned warns.

“Look, I will dress nicely today,” Peter offers. “Is that all?”

“Are you ever going to actually, you know, talk to her?” Ned wonders.

Peter squints at the picture from his last birthday party pinned above his desk. He’d been too nervous to give you the invitation himself, so Ned handed it off to one of your friends who then got it to you. Peter nearly passed out when you walked in. He didn’t speak more than a few words to you, but you’d hugged him and kissed his cheek before whispering, “Happy birthday” on your way out. Ned had been convinced that was the start of your romance, but you haven’t done anything more than wave or smile in passing since then.

“Hello? Earth to Peter?” Ned calls.

“It’s different,” Peter offers weakly.

“If you give me the she’s so pretty and unreachable and I like clinging to the shadows because having spider DNA is basically like being Dracula spiel again, I’ll puke.”

“My voice isn’t that squeaky,” Peter defends. Then, he looks away from your picture and checks, “It isn’t, is it?”

“Oh, you’re hopeless,” Ned sighs. “Wear the brown pants and any shoes besides those busted Converse, okay?”

Ned hangs up before he gets an answer. Peter reaches for the aforementioned brown pants and muses, “That’s what Deadpool said, too.”

“Do you have a date for the thing on Saturday?” one of your friends asks, sitting opposite you at one of the picnic tables in the courtyard.

“I’m not going,” you reply with an apologetic frown. “I’ve got a few projects to work on.”

She nods, saying something else about her weekend plans, but your attention is stolen by someone standing in the shadow of a sugar maple tree. Peter Parker looks like a movie star, standing with a hand in his pocket as he talks to who you think is his friend Ned. The light filtering through the leaves above him accentuate his jawline. While you watch him, he turns toward you, like he could feel your eyes on him. You smile and lift a hand to wave, wondering if he ever thinks about you.

“I need to go,” Peter tells Ned after he returns your wave.

“You’re pathetic,” Ned replies.

Peter immediately agrees, thankful for the shadow he’s standing in as his cheeks heat at your attention. With too many people watching Spider-Man and you smiling at Peter, he feels like daylight itself has become dangerous. He’s too visible, too open like this.

“You’ve been wearing the mask too long,” Ned muses lightly.

“Maybe,” Peter hums. Or maybe I only care about being perceived by one person, and I’m scared she won’t like what she sees.

“You have plans Saturday?” Ned asks. “A couple of the guys from my apartment building and I are going out. You should come, get your mind off everything.”

“I have…” Spider-Man duties, Peter thinks.

“I said get your mind off everything.”

“Is Ebbs going?” Peter wonders.

Ned barks a laugh, then offers, “I’ll make sure he’s there with the good stuff.”

In the end I hope it’s you and me, Peter finds himself thinking as he paces on a rooftop down the street from your apartment. The city lights overpower the stars, but he knows they’re still up there. He finds himself half-tempted to make a wish on one.

Deep down, Peter knows you’re easy to talk to, that you’d be patient and understanding and, at the very least, hear him out. If all of his friends are wrong and you don’t feel the same, you’d let him down easy.

I can’t ask, he reminds himself. If you become part of this world — part of my world — you’d be at risk for the rest of your life.

Another voice, the small one at the back of his mind that sounds more like Uncle Ben than Peter, remembers, The same darkness you hide in exists in her life, too.

If you allowed Peter into your life, let him bring the darkness he feels so safe in, he knows he would never leave your side. Maybe he’d be drawn out into the light again.

Without thinking about what he’s doing, Peter pulls his phone from a hidden pocket in his suit and calls you.

“Hi, Peter,” you greet softly after just a few rings.

“Hi- hey,” Peter stutters, turning on his heel. “Sorry to bother you, I just, uh, I just have a question.”

“You’re not bothering me,” you promise.

Peter hears you shift and knows that you’re on the plush chair tucked in your living room corner, likely either watching a nostalgic tv show or reading a book. He wonders what it would be like to be there with you.

“Peter?” you ask.

“Right, sorry,” he murmurs. “Could you remind me what equation to use for time and temperature?”

You hum, then check, “Newton’s Law of Cooling?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Temperature at time t quals ambient temperature plus initial temperature, minus ambient temperature times Euler’s rule to the power of negative positive constant times elapsed time. I can text it to you, if you want.”

“No, no, that’s what I needed,” he lies. He knows the formula. Doesn’t even need it for the homework he has to finish in the morning. But he got to hear your voice, which is what he really needed. And now he knows it’s true — you exist in the same darkness he hides in. Uncle Ben would be proud.

“Are you okay, Peter?” you check.

“Yeah,” he replies. “I’ll see you around?”

“I hope so.”

You wait until Peter hangs up, then smile at your phone. Peter Parker is a difficult guy to read. Still, you wonder if he’ll ever truly see you. You cross paths at school and around the city, and he calls to ask ridiculous questions he knows the answer to. Yet, when you have opportunities to be together, one of you smiles or waves then continues living in the circles you’ve grown used to. It’s like the old ships passing in the night analogy, but you’d really like to jump off of your ship and swim to Peter’s.

It seems that it’s too late for that to do any good. Perhaps you missed your chance by not making a move at his birthday party. He’s a friend now, you hope, and that can be good enough. If you try really hard.

Down the street, Peter spares one more glance toward your window, sure that the time has come. He either has to do something now or give up on it all.

Saturday night traffic in Queens is abysmal. That is a large part of why Peter decides to walk. Unfortunately, it can’t be blamed for him going to wrong direction. Peter is moving on pure instinct, feeling the air shift around him as he walks toward your apartment. He’s only a couple blocks away when he stops and asks himself what he’s doing.

I’m on the verge of caving in, he realizes. If he had made it to your apartment, he has no idea what would have happened. Checking his watch, Peter turns around and walks to the other way. He’s running back to the dark, though he tells himself he just doesn’t want to be late to meet his friends.

“Peter!” Ned exclaims when he enters the dim bar in a random New York basement.

“Buddy!” Ebbs adds, tossing an arm over Peter’s shoulders. “C’mon, I brought you something!”

“Yes!” Ned hisses, bouncing in place.

“I don’t think this is why your dad is paying for you to get a science degree,” Peter points out as he accepts a repurposed half-gallon milk jug.

“Who cares?!” Ebbs yells, smiling. “We gotta get you loosened up and I can do that.”

“So, drink!” Ned finishes for him.

Peter ignores the acidic smell of the drink, forcing himself to focus only on this moment, on the people around him, and on the guarantee of getting drunk off of… whatever Ebbs made.

Within minutes of finishing the drink, Peter feels ready to take on the world.

“Dude,” one of Ned’s neighbors slurs, moving to Peter’s side. “That girl you like, how’s that going?”

“How do you think?” Peter asks. His cheeks and the tip of his nose have gone pink, his eyes unfocused and his senses dulled enough to lose his inhibitions. “I’m Mr. Charisma,” he continues, “like- like Pablo Escobar.”

“But you won’t call her,” Ned reminds him. “You’re chicken.”

“’M not chicken,” Peter defends. “I could totally get her to fall for me even without…” He trails of and extends his hand as if he’s shooting webs.

“How?” Ebbs asks as he pushes another glass toward Peter.

“I- I don’t drink,” Peter replies. He hiccups, then adds, “I drink milk, like a good role model with strong bones.”

“A good role model would go get the girl,” Ned scoffs under his breath.

“I’ve got moves,” Peter assures, jutting his thumb toward his chest. “I could- I could, like, get her a pretty bouquet and knock on her door like a gentleman. And I could take her out to dinner and then to Serendipity or Junior’s for dessert.”

“So could I,” Ebbs adds with a laugh. “What’s your signature move?”

“I know what she wants.”

“We all think we know what they want, but women aren’t like us, bro,” someone offers.

“No, I know,” Peter insists. “I can feel the changes.”

“Must be nice.”

“I’d show her I love her,” he continues, leaning heavily on the bar. “If she wanted, I could totally bench press her, too.”

You’re starting the last chapter of your current read when your phone buzzes. Despite the suspense building in you and the desire to see how the story ends, you put your bookmark in and retrieve your phone from the table beside your reading chair. The text is from Peter’s friend Ned. Based on the typos and the fact it takes him four individual messages to create a sentence, you assume you know what they’re doing tonight.

“Peter… talking about you,” you piece together. “Peter’s talking about me?”

He must be wasted, you think as you turn your phone off and return to your book. I’ll call him in the morning and check on him.

“… and her perfume smells like-”

“Shut up, Peter, just get in the car,” Ned groans, pushing one of Peter’s arms toward the Uber Ebbs got for them to share.

“I love her,” Peter adds, pouting at Ned. “I want to see her. I just want to be right where she is.”

Ned nods along with his pleading, helping Ebbs turn Peter so he’s sitting in the seat properly.

“Let’s get you home,” Ebbs announces as he climbs over Peter’s legs to get in beside him.

Peter’s pout deepens, his eyes glassy as he argues, “I want to be with her.”

“You can do that tomorrow,” Ned says before he assures the driver that they’re ready to go.

Peter gasps excitedly, nearly slapping Ned when he lifts his arms. “You should call her!” he exclaims. “She’ll answer if you call and then I can talk to her and tell her that I love her and that she smells good and that I’d like to—”

“Fine,” Ned interrupts, shifting to pull his phone from his pocket.

None of them know that you don’t answer because you left your phone on the kitchen to go get a snack and don’t hear it ring. Peter starts hyperventilating the moment your voicemail recording starts, and Ebbs has a genius idea borne out of his eagerness for Peter to stop talking about you.

The Uber driver agrees partly because he understands what it’s like to be as in love as Peter is and partly because he doesn’t know if or when the three boys behind him are going to get sick in his car.

When Peter wakes, his internal body clock knows it’s close to sunrise. He opens one eye enough to confirm that the light above the curtain is a familiar blue pink that means it’s morning. Closing his eyes against the light so he doesn’t get a migraine from the rapid return of his spider senses and the intense change of the bar lights to direct sunlight, Peter tries to remember last night. He remembers Ebbs giving him the drink and he might have talked about you, but he doesn’t remember getting home. It’s a good thing he has good friends.

Peter takes a deep breath, stretching his fingers as he feels his senses returning. His eyes snap open when he feels it. You’re closer than usual, even closer than when he lingers across the street just to feel close to you.

“Oh,” Peter says when he sees you standing in an unfamiliar kitchen. Your kitchen, he realizes then. Spectacular view, that voice deep inside muses.

You have the curtains closed and the lights off as you carry a glass of water and a plate of breakfast to Peter’s side. “How are you feeling?” you ask quietly.

“Better than usual,” he answers. It’s the first time he’s had Ebbs’ creation without waking to a migraine. And your presence certainly isn’t hurting.

Smiling, you rub your hand against his arm and mutter an encouragement to sit up and eat. As he moves, you lower to the chair across from him.

“Your friends dropped you off here last night,” you explain as he gulps the water like he’ll never get more. “Uh, Ned said you were asking for me, and you were close by… If you want me to get you a taxi or Uber or something, I will.”

“Did you think about what it might mean?” Peter blurts out.

“Think about what it might mean?” you repeat, tipping your head.

That when I was stripped to my barest, realest desires, all I wanted was to be close to you, orienting myself to you like a spider uses light? Peter thinks but doesn’t find the courage to say.

“I’m glad you were thinking of me,” you answer. “And—”

“I dream about you,” Peter adds suddenly, watching your hands in your lap rather than your face. “Even- even when I can’t sleep and I’m lying awake in the darkness, I’m thinking about you and you’re there. I can feel you, but it’s not the same, you know?”

Your brows furrow, but you decide not to interrupt him. Despite not knowing what exactly he means, you have an answer to his first question. He continues rambling, so you elect to wait until he takes a breath.

“… and I think of you because, well, who wouldn’t?” Peter continues. “Even though I wonder if you would ever love someone like me?”

“I already do,” you interrupt, your gaze soft as you watch him lift his head to meet your eyes. “Peter, I don’t answer the phone at midnight to answer questions you don’t need to ask for fun. I do it because I get excited that you’re calling and because I want to hear your voice. I think… I think the real question is, why do you only seem to remember me at night?”

Peter nods, leaning forward as if you’re drawing him in. He feels your breathing shift, the internal tension you’re feeling moving into something closer to anxiety. You’re worried about what he’s going to say. Peter offers his hand, palm up, and his entire body relaxes when you place your hand in his. It’s the first time in too long that his senses haven’t controlled his entire being.

“I remember you all the time,” Peter says. “But I do something about it at night because that’s when I feel the most like me.”

Your wipe your tongue over your bottom lip as you think, unaware of how enraptured Peter is. He’s been listening to you breathe and move for an amount of time he’s suddenly scared to admit. Holding your hand is like seeing the world in color for the first time.

“Why?” you wonder.

“I- I’ll tell you soon, I promise,” he replies.

“Whenever you’re ready,” you reply. You move to the edge of the chair and lean over the table to kiss Peter’s cheek. “I’ll be here.”

“Sorry my friends dumped me here,” he says, dropping his chin so you don’t see the smile that spreads across his face.

You laugh, then reply, “Ned said Peter wouldn’t even shut up about you long enough to get in the car.”

Peter groans, tipping toward you as he decides, “I’m never drinking with Ebbs again.”

Peter shivers when you brush your fingers through his hair, then blinks slowly when you direct his face toward yours.

“Last night wasn’t all bad, was it?” you whisper.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, unintentionally ignoring your question.

“You are too,” you reply, leaning toward him. Just before your lips meet, you add, “Especially for someone who likes to run from me in the sunlight, Dracula.”

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check-in post for when you return! (in due time ofc x)

just making sure that you know that you're a spectacular human being, and that no matter what life throws at you, i fully believe that you'll get through it. i hope you're taking the time to recharge and reset because you deserve to be peaceful and with a clear mind too!! please don't be too hard on yourself and make sure that you get some fresh air every now and then!!

im very grateful to interact with you girly, and i hope you know that you always make my day better xx here's to a good soul reset because everyone needs that once in a while!!

my wishes and luck and love and SLEEP to you Han, can't wait to yap with you again xxx

lots and lots and lots and LOTS of hugs and love to you my girl 💗💗

😭😭😭you’re so sweet and kind and ilysm😭😭😭

YOU are the spectacular human in this conversation!! I genuinely cannot thank you enough for this message, for being such a great friend, and just being you. I’ve looked at this several times since you sent it and still don’t have the words to describe how much it means and how it has helped me through some really tough moments🥹

I’m so incredibly thankful for our interactions and always look forward to yapping with you; you make every day so much better!! Thank you so so so much!! Sending lots of hugs and love back to you🫂💗🫶🏼 (and hopefully I can get to some more of your amazing ideas soon!)

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guys I swear I’m going to post fics soon but shōgun has me in a chokehold and I can’t stop reading yet

ps. I’m making some pretty major changes to my character list so please take a look at that when reqs reopen <3

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slight change of plans. I’m not sure when I’ll have anything new worth posting. I’m dealing with one of the most emotionally taxing changes of my life and I’m just not in the place to think about or worry myself with finishing reqs.

I know that’s not fair to those of you who have been waiting for months at this point but I can’t imagine writing something I’d feel good sharing now. I’m sorry.

I probably won’t be as active on tumblr in general for a while but I’m still around and I’ll be back when I’m ready. Thank all of you for understanding and being amazing💗

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guys I swear I’m going to post fics soon but shōgun has me in a chokehold and I can’t stop reading yet

ps. I’m making some pretty major changes to my character list so please take a look at that when reqs reopen <3

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The First Hair Bender

Pairing: platonic!gaang x fem!water tribe!reader (+ implies future Zuko x fem!r)

Summary: Team Avatar has enough to worry about without taking time to fix their hair before and after every fight. That's where you come in, but it's not quite the same as it used to be.

Warnings/Word Count: r is a nonbender from the southern water tribe, banter, fluff, r braids everybody's hair (Aang gets left out :( ). takes place between the comics and the movie, no spoilers. pic credit. 2.2k+ words

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The first time you reached for Zuko's hair, you didn’t think about it. Didn’t think about how he might react or what assumptions he’d make about your intentions. Growing up in the southern water tribe, you had never been in a position to hesitate to touch another person.

Even when you reached for Zuko that night, Sokka’s arm had been tossed lazily over your shoulder. He was rambling about a new invention he was working on when you noticed a dried leaf in Zuko’s hair, just out of his reach. Without thought, you stepped forward and extended your arm to remove it. Zuko turned before you could and wrapped his warm fingers around your wrist.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“There’s a leaf in your hair,” you replied easily. “Hold still.”

Zuko hadn’t released you. But he did hold still, watching with tensed muscles as you used your other hand to brush the debris from his hair.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “But don’t think this means you can braid my hair now. I’m not Katara.”

Katara muttered something while you smiled at Zuko. Sokka never brought the occurrence up again, though he began to carry two spare hair ties. It was like he knew something you didn’t.

10 Years Later

“Wow,” you muse, squinting in the bright Republic City sunlight. “Trying something new with your hair?”

Toph spins on the ball of her foot and drops in front of you. With her back to you, she blocks the light and presents her tangled hair to you. 

“Yes?” you press, wondering if she’ll ever say please or thank you again. Not that you care if she deserts her manners — you grew up with Sokka. And she’s the world’s greatest earth bender. 

“Aang made me reinforce the foundation of the new air temple,” she sighs. “My power isn’t for free labor!”

Humming, you gather her hair in one hand as you reach into the bag beside you in search of a comb. 

“Me next?” Sokka asks from behind you. 

“Toph can’t see where the tangles start, Katara’s arms get tired from bending… What’s your excuse for having someone else do your ponytail?” you question. 

“My arms get tired too!”

“Well, if Sokka isn’t next… does that mean I am?” someone else interjects. 

You laugh, Toph snorts, and Sokka sighs. Aang crosses his ankles and sinks easily to the ground. He smiles at you, then taps a scar on your arm. 

“You okay?” he checks. 

You detangle a section of Toph’s hair before answering, “Great. How’s the temple and the exploring going?”

“He’s doing too much of the exploring,” Katara murmurs, standing behind Aang with her hand cupped over her brows against the sun. “Why are you sitting outside?”

“I found her here, not my idea,” Toph defends. She raises her hands to show her innocence. 

“I’m next,” Sokka tells Katara. 

“Do your own hair,” she responds. “But do it quickly. The Order of the White Lotus invited us to dinner.”

“Tell Piandao hi for me,” you request. Toph holds her hair in place atop her head while you pin it in place, then earth bends to push herself up. 

“She said we’re going to dinner,” Sokka repeats. He reaches down, takes your hand, and pulls you to your feet. “Team Avatar.”

“Since when does that include me?” you wonder.

“You were supposed to be with us when we found Aang!” Sokka reminds you. “And you made him his first homemade meal after he came out of the ice!”

“Which he hated!” you point out. “And it’s your fault I wasn’t with you! Your snow shovel contraption buried me in the snow and Gran Gran told me I had to stay warm!”

“I didn’t hate it,” Aang offers quietly, ever aware of your feelings. “It was just… different.”

“Shouldn’t we be leaving?” someone else interjects.

You, Sokka, and Aang turn toward Zuko the moment he begins speaking. He looks tired, his royal robe exchanged for a simpler red and gold tunic and his hair tied back out of his face. 

“She won’t come with!” Sokka exclaims, gesturing toward you with both arms. 

Zuko’s brow lifts as he looks at you. “Why not?” 

You shrug, suddenly unable to think of an excuse. You were in the air temple with the others when Zuko joined the team, so arguing that you aren’t part of this team seems unlikely to work. 

“My uncle would like to see you,” he adds. 

“Iroh!” Aang yells at Sokka. “Why didn’t we think of using him?”

Within minutes, you’re all seated in Appa’s saddle and leaving Republic City for Ba Sing Se.  Toph has Sokka’s arm in her grasp, Katara and Aang are whispering, and you and Zuko are sitting beside one another with your eyes closed against the setting sun. 

“Is he still talking?” Zuko checks softly. 

Cracking an eye open, you confirm that Sokka is still telling a story with much enthusiasm and animation. Zuko sighs and links his hands against his stomach. 

“Hey, hold still,” you murmur, shifting closer to him.

“Right. I was planning to jump.”

You tap your knuckles against his arm, then pull a loose strand of hair away from his face. Sitting up, you twist his hair gently until you find the fraying red thread you noticed before. Only when you stop touching him does he turn his face toward you and open his eyes. 

“What?” you check. 

Zuko’s lips quirk up, and then Sokka announces that you’ve arrived in Ba Sing Se.

“So,” Katara hums as you comb her windblown hair in Iroh's tea shop. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It?” you repeat, setting the comb aside to brush your fingers through her hair and part it.

“You’re playing dumb? Really?”

“I don’t know what we’re talking about either,” Aang interrupts. He’s resting his chin on crossed arms, watching Katara as you twist a section of her hair.

“Me next!” Sokka yells. “I’d like to try a braided ponytail.”

“Get in line, Sokka,” Zuko calls from the back of the Jasmine Dragon.

“I miss when I was the only one getting my hair braided,” Toph sighs.

“You guys focus on saving the world,” you hum. “I’ll make sure your hair looks good while you do it.”

“What?” Zuko asks over his cup of tea.

“You tell me,” Iroh hums.

“Nothing.”

“She doesn’t seem like nothing.”

Zuko huffs a laugh as he sets his cup down. “We’re on the same team, Uncle.”

“Which seems to be the entirety of the problem. You and the Avatar are friends, no?”

Without thinking, Zuko’s gaze strays to you. You’re nodding along to a conversation between Sokka and Piandao, sharing a look with the master when Sokka lifts an arm to demonstrate something.

Suddenly, a shadow crosses over the sky. You lift your chin to view it, then turn toward Zuko. He doesn’t have to ask. He’s by your side before you manage to draw Sokka’s attention away from his story.

“Go get Katara,” Zuko tells him.

“For what?” Sokka wonders.

“A fight,” you murmur. “One that I don’t think Aang is anticipating.”

“Perhaps the Avatar should anticipate fights everywhere he goes,” Piandao deadpans. “Seeing as they find him so easily.”

“Uh oh,” you whisper before Zuko circles his right leg behind his left and raises an arm to block an errant flame.

“Aang!” he yells. “I think it’s for you!”

When the fight ends, Zuko is lowered to one knee, panting for breath. Katara and Aang are balancing on the edge of a cracking roof, and Sokka is straightening a wheel on his new moving platform.

“Are you alright?” Zuko checks when you step out of a nearby alley.

“I’m fine,” you assure him. “You?”

“One time,” he sighs. “I’m waiting for Aang to visit somewhere one time that doesn’t end in a fight.”

“Hey, I didn’t start it!” Aang calls from above you.

Zuko rolls his eyes and gathers his hair in one hand to lift it off his neck.

“Want some help?” you offer.

He drops his hair and nods, straightening so you can reach him. Since your first visit to the palace after he became fire lord, you’ve begun asking Zuko before you touch him. You straightened his headpiece in the courtyard once, then overheard people talking about your so-called carelessness and overstepping for the remainder of your stay. It seemed that being careful was no substitute for being mindful.

“Sorry,” you whisper when your fingertips brush the edge of his scar.

“I have a present for you!” Sokka singsongs. He slides to a stop beside you and elbows you lightly in the ribs.

“For me or to me?” you question suspiciously.

Sokka ignores your question and gestures for you to finish fixing Zuko’s hair. In all his years of fighting, he’s yet to find a way to secure it so that it stays in place. Perhaps that has been your place in Team Avatar all along — pre- and post-fight hairstylist.

Katara and Aang join you, Sokka, and Zuko in the street. Katara narrows her eyes at Sokka, then shrugs. Aang taps your shoulder twice before asking if you’re safe.

You look at Zuko’s hair as you slide the pin into his headpiece. For years now, you’ve lingered around Zuko when the team is all together. He’s the only one who doesn’t act like you need to be protected, like you can’t take care of yourself when things get hard. He’s saved your life more than once but never brings it up. He simply does it because he’s good.

“Presenting…” Sokka begins. He pulls a thin plastic tube from his pocket and announces, “The Air Clip! Get it? Like hair clip but air because of air bending. Oh, and the construction of this clip has an extra piece that squeezes the hair, like pushing the air out—”

“Let me see it,” Katara interrupts, extending her hand toward her brother.

“Why is it blue?” Zuko wonders. He stands then, his shoulder pressed to your side.

“Have something against blue?” Aang asks. “You liked it before.”

“No, let me guess,” Toph interjects. She has a cookie in her hand as she posits, “It clashes with the red?”

“No,” you and Zuko answer together. Only you add, “He looks good in anything.”

“Oh,” Toph utters. She waves toward you and asks, “Is that new?”

“No,” Sokka and Katara reply.

“Is what new?” Aang checks, tipping his head.

“Who wants to be the lucky first user of the Air Clip?” Sokka asks after he snatches it back from Katara.

“Any new inventions I can try?” Aang asks hopefully.

Sokka thinks for a moment, then nods. “South Pole. Next week?”

“Sure!”

“Give me the clip, Sokka,” Zuko mutters.

Sokka hisses excitedly, then passes it. Zuko hands it directly to you, then lowers to one knee.

“Oh,” Aang sighs. He nods at Katara and asks, “Toph meant the—”

“Yes,” she interrupts, rubbing his back. “That’s what she meant.”

“Oh, Twinkle Toes,” Toph sighs. “It’s a good thing Katara puts up with you, and you didn’t have to try to get a date.”

Aang doesn’t really listen past Katara’s name, and you’re too focused on twisting Zuko’s hair in the clip to come to his defense.

The sky above Ba Sing Se is black, stars sparkling far above the walls of the city. You’re lying on a plush bed, staring out the window to see the city and the night above. Until someone knocks quietly on your door, at least.

“Yes?” you call.

“It’s me,” Zuko says.

“Come in,” you invite, shifting to sit up.

Zuko enters, closes the door behind him, and lowers to sit beside you.

“It’s stuck,” he murmurs.

“Huh?”

“The clip Sokka made. I can’t get it out.”

“Oh. Hold still.”

Covering your mouth, you stifle a laugh at his predicament. Then you shift onto your knees and tap your fingers along the clip in his hair.

“Does it bother you?” you wonder.

“The clip being stuck?” Zuko clarifies.

“No. Uh, I mean me touching your hair.”

“Why would it bother me?”

Your only response is a shrug. You can understand that Zuko might not want to be touched after all he’s endured. Maybe that’s what the women in the fire nation meant. Or maybe they were jealous Zuko allowed you close enough.

“It’ doesn’t,” Zuko adds.

“Good,” you hum, struggling to unclasp the bottom of the clip. “Bad news… this is really stuck.”

Zuko leans backward, pressing some of his weight against you. “Figure it out.”

“Why is everyone so quiet?” Toph asks, holding yet another cookie when she enters the Jasmine Dragon.

“We are admiring Zuko’s hair,” Iroh admits.

“Please stop,” Zuko groans, his voice muffled.

“Why are you talking like that?” Toph wonders. She focuses on the floor, then smirks. “Oh.”

“Hey, where’s the clip?” Sokka whines.

Zuko presses his chin harder against your shoulder, hiding his smile.

“It broke,” you admit. “Sorry, Sokka.”

“I’ll get started on version two,” he decides. “Uh, Katara, you want try this one?”

Katara pinches one of her ‘hair loopies’ worriedly and suggests, “Maybe you try it?”

“You’d betray your own brother’s invention to have her braid your hair too?” Sokka exclaims, pointing at you with both hands.

Zuko pinches the end of the braid you did last night. He’d fallen asleep with your hands in his hair. Perhaps the fire lord is the one member of Team Avatar who asks you to do his hair for more than convenience. If you’d asked Iroh, he could have told you that years ago.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Hii

So I'm new here and saw your 'their reactions to finding out you don't like fireworks' and was wondering do you write for Price? Because I didn't find anything else and was wondering. He just sounded insanely sweet as you wrote him.

Also just read stood too close to a devil and that was insane, really had me hooked.

Hope you have a good day and thank you for your time

Hello!

I have not written anything for else for Price but I am absolutely willing to!! I would love to write something more substantial for him soon. Thank you so much; I'm glad you think so!!🤍 If you have any ideas you'd be willing to share, I would love to hear them (my reqs should reopen in a week or two)!

Ahh thank you! That's one that I'm pretty proud of so it means a lot to hear that. I hope you have an amazing day too and thank you for the kind words!!

[fluentmoviequoter]

BABY IM SO SORRY IM LATE I WAS WORKING

*sucks in a deep breath*

*screams into the pillow*

thank you dear. Though I fear my addiction has not been fully sated, this is beautiful and I thank you

(And seriously, what ‘creative liberties’ did you take with making ‘changes’ because I didn’t notice anything)

-💎💎💎

I'm so glad you liked it!! Thanks for trusting me with your idea and being so kind!🤍

I think the only real change I made was that r didn't actually tell Gates about what Javi was doing, just stopped Ryan from joining him! And maybe the order certain things happened? They were pretty minor changes but I mentioned it in case it was an element you really wanted to see. :)

[pierrotdoesnteat]

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

[normanscupcake]

Thxx, @gingermatchalatte 🫶💕💕

@bubblepeep @strawberrycherrycola @l0ngdog @wintersldier @coconutprincesspassion @xoxycodonex @kwatzaya @fawnzquee @ilegalyungjaws @pinkcottonberry @angeldel-rey

There are so many more moots to this list, just know I love ya all 😭🙏💕🫶

[strawberrycherrycola]

Thank you sm! @normanscupcake 💋💗

@popecodysgirl @sleepingbeautiiies @cuti3-81 @andrewpuppycody @jackabbotsarms @sabrinajamesluvbot @princessofphiladelphia @babystrwberry

There’s more to this list but these blogs come to mind!! 🪽💘

[popecodysgirl]

tysm for the tag @strawberrycherrycola ily mwah 😘🫶

@shoniebalognie @robinavitchslut @ceriseangels @mariasont @whatif-ialreadydid @lostalioth @mast3rbait3r @mahoganybimbo @romantic-insomniac @atlaslapis @mysatnin @lanadelreyylover @baransdollie @neverendingdreamers @tanely @80sfilmclub @lavenderchaise @iheartshawn @wistfulyears @in-ky

i'm probably missing some moots but i love you all so much!!! you're the best 🫶

[mast3rbait3r]

thank you for the tag, baby <3 @popecodysgirl

my loves :3

@whitakersbabymama @in-ky @romantic-insomniac @nightpitt @yuyuch3rry @neverendingdreamers @m4mm4ls @theariespov @baransdollie @mariasont @di1fluvr @honimoon @froggyzworld @dirtygir1 @wistfulyears @grimgasm @groovyangelkisses @sunbonesss

[groovyangelkisses]

thank you for the tag angel, mwah!💋 — @mast3rbait3r

a few cuties that i looveee seeing on my dash—

@romantic-insomniac @in-ky @nightpitt @mochapuppy @ceriseangels @j4ckr4bbits @lovaeir @moodyabbott @lipsliketangerines @dollsonlyhurt @cherrywineisawaltz @sugartalkingwrites @lostalioth @missmanlykink @misspossexxive 😽

[missmanlykink]

awww thanks for the tag <33 — @groovyangelkisses

some of my fav writers and moots 💕 love u guyss:

@mayhemi @s4ngel @str4wbsstuff @deansdeer @j4ckr4bbits @ccandlehead @murdrdocs @hanasnx @midniqhtt @wistfulyears @pittsick @pinksplace @avashifts06 @kill3ill @kryptidfiles @kissophile @dirtygir1

[deansdeer]

aww ty aydellaa <3 smooches

I love seeing yall on my feed

@beausling @inbred-eater @slashedgutz @d3ad-aliv3 @filthgf @honeyroots @scariffs @basicasfusername @bleachedduck @yyvnille @bitemysin @bunnyyrot @bruisedfig

[beausling]

AHHH EHEHEHEHEHE THANK YOUUU SMM MY BELOVEDDDSS @deansdeer & @lostalioth for the tags🫂🫂

some more of my beloveds n fave ppl to see on my feed/in my notifs 😽💟

꩜ meow meows : @abbotsbunnygf @arkhamknightmares @badbish-suki @beecomingnothing @bleachedduck @bluestrd @bruisedfig @catmg @chevroletdean @cosmicbucky @cowboycastles @crystalcider @cryptic-doe @diner-girl @faiszt @floralscented @funkycoloured @g0thamgirl @honeyryewhiskey @honeyroots @inbred-eater @irisgrrl @jasvtsc @jackcody @kill3ill @mystic-writings @notaviolentdog @pittsick @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @psychsworld @rh1nestcned @rockerbarnes @rottndeer @sacr1ficialang3l @soldiersgirl @thefourhorsies @thesevnthseal @tortureddarkstar @voidsuites @wildwestdean @xoabbot @6milesdeep

nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad

also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣

[irisgrrl]

OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3

my most favourite people here🙂‍↕️: @cherryvvave @moviecritc @bloomcissa @cryptic-doe @rh1nestcned @lechelovestoyap @luviery @vianawaits @scissorhvnds @dreamersentity @kamislop @batwngs @sakunai @mystiquevoid @1nsignia @patientofarkhamasylum @arfemiz @froggibus @tinafication @bitemysin @torupng @brinawing @biovomit @evilmanhater @gr0und-zer00 (i'm sorry if i didn't tag someone, but know that you're very dear to me too<3)

i feel like i don't say it enough, but i love you all, and y'all are very very dear to me. here on tumblr i found the community i feel sort of belonging to and with who i have experienced peak girlhood♥️

[torupng]

@irisgrrl and @toruii and @sugurusbeloved @llovelygood thank you for the tags mls i lobe you guys <3

my favorite writers and people on here !! : @1nsignia @bloomcissa @neotoru @vianawaits @mystiquevoid @sakunai @arfemiz @brinawing @batwngs @luviery @kamislop @rengoatku @sugurusbeloved @satoriee @waltzingphantoms @ryomenlettuce @indiewritesxoxo @gyarujo @oncasette @mayhemi @liahcharms @fukiouh @moviecritc @toruii @choivae @chososprettygirl @kireampie @kooriandr @vanillakirstein @honeysucklewatr @infinictus @froggibus @gothamorphosis @rottndeer @pillsatoru @purrtoru @pixelbfs @patientofarkhamasylum @6x-x9 @scissorhvnds @gr0und-zer00 @tokkushin @llovelygood (i most likely missed some but if i follow u i love ur work)

[oncasette]

ahh tysm @torupng + @dontyouworrydaddy !! right back at you :))

some more mutuals/favs!! @mayhemi @aphrahdite @mattsundaes @nashusglasses @froggibus @bradleybeachbabe @cocoaxia @always-just-red @l13 @luviery @kooriandr @kitkatscabinet @gretagerwigsmuse @ghostlyfleur @fluentmoviequoter @dissociativewriter @srenique @sapphireplums @aeyumicore @prettyglad @oldtowrs @ohcaptains @of-apollo @webslingingslasher @caskethrill + some others I'm sure I missed !!

[of-apollo]

thanking you and the lovely @voidreynolds ! sending heaps of love!

@starburstbarnes @aures-nook @keeryspullman @lovesflourmorethananything @thought-you-knew @nomajdetective @r6ven @quickdeathwritessometimes @cozyvanillacashmere @finco99 @jackys-stuff-blog @kryptidfiles @weird-is-life and many others i am sure i missed! you’re all super duper lovely and add so much joy to this silly little app <3

[finco99]

Wait, this is SO cute and makes me so emo that I'm tagged here 😭😭😭😭 thank you so so much for tagging me @of-apollo ! You're a true treasure 🩷 Now, here's me doubling and passing on this love! Here are some folks who I cherish in the fandoms I'm in, fandoms that are made better with them in it, and above all, just gold-standard folks:

@satellite-evans @kryptidfiles @devisedplan @hellilovedit @amnatreal @justagalwhowrites @3pirouette @docrobinavitch @inkdippedquills @paigepie213 @damneddamsy @penvisions @pellucid-constellations @sweetestcowboy @almostfoxglove @onlyasteelmancanbealover @purplespiritimagines @millermouth @skyesdelight @butyoudidthis4what @redd-blushing-roses @fangirl-dot-com @bluetimeombre @redsakura101 @snoopysupe @fluentmoviequoter @w1nter-fairy @berryispunk @theworstwolvie @softly-potter @familyvideostevie @rr-after-dark @raccooninthemachine @mcybank @thatcorporategirlie @honeysucklewatr @afterdarkbydel @lovebugism @thegingerjameson

[fluentmoviequoter]

thank you so much @finco99 @oncasette @toomanyfanficsbruh 🤍💗 sending my love + many hugs!! pls ignore anything that sounds like me sobbing

@chiefdirector @elephants-bubbles-brachosauruses @bradleybeachbabe @sleepymissy @ttulipwritezz @boozy-the-ghost @person-005 + everyone who interacts with my posts/shares with me!!

[fluentmoviequoter]

I have a deep desire to braid Zuko and Katara's hair... I might have written a oneshot about it... Anyone want to read it?

I posted it! The First Hair Bender

[fluentmoviequoter]

Hey hey hey! How are you??

I just saw your spidey!reader x tim drake fic. Honestly that is one of my favourite things I’ve read all year. Another bestie masterpiece xxx

Hi bestie!!! I’m pretty good! How are you?? Up to anything fun? 🤍

Ahh I’m honoured you read it and very happy to hear you enjoyed it!! I had a lot of fun with that req. You’re the sweetest, thank you!😭🫶🏼

[fluentmoviequoter]

Not the overused white boy names 🤣. But as a black woman, thank you for including all hair textures in your recent Tim ramblings. It’s very much appreciated

There’s too many of them😂

I’m glad it was inclusive!! I always try to be cognizant of that but am never sure it works, so I really appreciate the kind feedback!🤍