It is public knowledge that I only draw angst from this pair, imagining what their first encounters are like after our Azula fell apart, Aang with his complex of helping everyone would not stand idly by to offer his help, and well, she like a surly cat probably wishing him dead.
(WIP that will probably end someday in the distant future x.x )
Si me dieran una moneda cada vez que los dibujo angustiosos tendría dos monedas, no es mucho pero es raro que pase dos veces ¿no?
I’m not gonna be able to fully start it until I’m finished with the commissions I have left, but I’m constantly jotting down stuff, and have a pretty clear storyline down!
It’ll be 3-5 chapters, probably rated M for some later chapters, include some wholesome kataang, lot’s of Uncle Iroh living his best life, a very confused and stressed Zuko, bisexual disaster Sokka, Toph and Suki just wanting to have a good time, and life on a island off the coast of Ba Sing Se. 
I actually managed a small summary tonight, sooo please, let me know what you think, and I’ll let y’all know when I actually post it over on ao3!
A finding yourself type of fic, where a 25 year old Zuko, in what can only be described as an early mid-life crisis, throws his enitre life in a suitcase, hops on a boat, a train, and then another boat to get to his beloved Uncle, who’s running a seaside café at a recluse island off the coast of Ba Sing Se.
If things weren’t already confusing enough, he soon learns that his childhood friends, among them the boy who was single handedly responsible for Zuko’s gay awakening when they were 13, still lives there.
Do they even remember him? And if they do, would they want anything to do with him now? And why is that somehow a bigger worry to him than what he will make of his future?
rules: make a new post and list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
i have many wips and id love to talk about them!!!!!
• the badlands (azula-centric, but more like fire kids centric, the search au)
• and the fires are smouldering everywhere (gen, zuko-centric, circus! zuko)
• when we were older ( azula banished au, maizulee)
• maybe i like that rollercoaster maybe it keeps me high (maizulee, modern)
• the heath castle ( mai-centric, major canon-divergence)
[ATLA] Sokka x Kyoshi Warrior!reader x Suki x Zuko WIP
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"There's no time to say goodbye," Suki found herself saying not only to Sokka but her girlfriend as well, (y/n). "Not enough."
Sokka furrowed his eyebrows, looking at both Kyoshi warriors before him. "What about, 'I'm sorry'?" Sokka spoke with whole-hearted honesty.
(y/n) and Suki shared a look of confusion. Why would he be sorry? He'd already proven himself to be worthy and apologized for being a misogynistic dick.
Suki spoke for herself and (y/n), "For what?"
Sokka looked between Suki and (y/n), “I treated you both like girls when I should’ve treated you like warriors.” Suki and (y/n) shared a look before they gave each a knowing nod. In a split second, (y/n) was beside Sokka.
Suki and (y/n) spoke in unison, “We are warriors.” They each pressed a gentle kiss to either side of Sokka’s face, putting him in a trance. “But we’re girls too.”
Suki pulled (y/n) into a long hug before she helped the other to her feet and locked eyes with Sokka, “Take care of her for me.”
Part II of that Danny Phantom/Avatar: The Last Airbender crossover! (Part I)
“Something’s wrong,” Aang said softly.
Katara glanced at him, a slight frown on her face. “Sokka did well when he was bargaining. We have what we needed.”
“And no one’s figured out who you are, Twinkle Toes,” Toph added.
“I know,” Aang said, opening his tunic so Momo could come out and sit on his shoulder. They were well away from the village now. Since Sokka had finally stopped glancing over his shoulder, Aang figured it was safe enough. Besides, Momo didn’t like being cooped up, even if he thought it was better than being left behind.
Aang had had to leave him behind last time and, unlike Appa, Momo was small enough to be inconspicuous, so as long as he behaved, Aang had thought he’d be able to bring him this time.
It had been fine, really. Momo hadn’t gotten into any trouble. And Aang had been glad of the company. True, he hadn’t been alone, since he’d been with the others, but Momo…. Momo was a different kind of company. A reminder, like Appa, of—
“Then what’s wrong?” Katara asked, slowing her pace so she fell in step beside him.
“I’m not sure,” Aang admitted. He’d woken up just knowing that something wasn’t right, and that feeling had grown.
That was the other reason he’d been thankful to have Momo with him. Momo understood much more than Sokka gave him credit for. He’d known, before Aang had even admitted it to himself, that something was troubling him.
By now, Sokka had overheard the conversation. “Then how do you know something’s wrong?” he challenged. “Aside from the fact that we’re behind schedule—”
“Roachworms,” Toph growled.
Aang smiled when he caught sight of Sokka’s injured look. He was grateful to have friends, to have Katara and Sokka and Toph and Momo and Appa as his friends. They helped him more than they’d ever know.
But there were some things Katara, Sokka, and Toph, at least, didn’t understand, and some things he couldn’t explain to them.
This…. This was one of them.
Aang shrugged. “It’s just a feeling.”
There was silence for a moment, then Katara’s tentative suggestion: “Maybe we should stay here until we figure out what it is.”
“We can’t!” Sokka protested immediately. “We don’t have time to waste! We have to keep moving.”
Aang swallowed. He knew that. They all knew that. He didn’t know fire bending yet, but without a teacher travelling with them, he wouldn’t have time to learn it anyway. Sozin’s Comet was getting ever closer, and if he—if they—couldn’t stop the Fire Nation….
“It’s probably nothing,” Aang said. He wanted to believe his words, but he wasn’t sure if he did. “Sokka’s right. We need to keep going.”
As they continued back to the campsite, he tried to focus on Sokka’s triumphant expression instead of Katara’s worried one.
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It didn’t take Danny very long to lose track of time. He never stopped for long, but he wasn’t sure whether it was because he was too restless to try to get some sleep or because he wasn’t getting as tired as he usually did, even in ghost mode. He was betting on the former but couldn’t bring himself to dismiss the latter. Not when he hadn’t come across any food or water and wasn’t feeling the stress of that, either.
It was like that stuff wasn’t needed here. Like the life that was here was sustained by something else.
Or, maybe, like the life here wasn’t really life at all.
A branch snapped off under his foot, and Danny jumped into the air, adrenaline coursing through him. He settled back down when he realized what had happened. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get back to the Real World. This couldn’t be the Real World, not even some obscure one in a different universe or reality or whatever. It just…couldn’t.
Danny walked carefully, trying to ignore the whispers he could hear. He could make out snatches of words, some familiar, some not, but definitely in a language he understood as English, even if it wasn’t. The whispering had been getting louder. He hadn’t walked on in complete silence for a while now. He’d hoped, initially, that it might be a sign that there was a doorway nearby, some way out, but now….
Now, he was resigned to the fact that it was probably just something else that passed as normal in this creepy place.
He’d been doing well, overall, with the notice-me-not thing. But when he came to this one clearing, the creature that already occupied it—some twisted form of a bear, maybe—growled at him. Danny held up his hands in a placating gesture; he did not escape from the familiar realm of the Ghost Zone to end up in this place just to get eaten. “I’m just passing through,” Danny said softly. “Won’t even touch you. I’ll just skirt your territory, okay? Won’t harm anything. Promise. I’ll be quiet as a mouse. You won’t even notice me.”
Apparently a running monologue did nothing to calm the creature. It watched him for a moment, during which Danny tried to make his way along the edge of the trees, and then it leapt at him. He yelped in surprise but dove and rolled, his survival instincts kicking in as he went invisible. After spending so much time fighting ghosts, he was quick on his feet. He had to be.
Unfortunately, this time, he wasn’t quick enough.
The creature either had a good sense of smell or it could sense him. Either way, he now hung from its mouth. It hadn’t hurt him yet—it had only grabbed onto the HAZMAT suit—but he wasn’t going to be so naïve as to think he’d get out of this easily. As the creature turned and started to carry him back to the centre of the clearing, he tried intangibility, but it didn’t work. That, or it was no more effective than his invisibility had been. It had worked on the trees and stuff in this world, but if its creatures could somehow cancel….
He was in trouble.
Danny closed his eyes, trying to figure out whether something this big would just try to swallow him whole if he tried ectoblasts next—he wouldn’t put anything past a creature of this world—or if he’d be better off trying to hold a shield until his strength gave out or he miraculously managed to get away.
Danny’s eyes snapped open when the creature let him go. He landed in a crouch and immediately swivelled around to face it, but it was gone.
Actually, everything else was gone, too.
He was in a different place.
“What the heck?” Danny asked, getting to his feet. He shaded his eyes with one hand; there was sunlight! He could hardly believe it. It was such a welcome change from the constant greyish light of that other place. Peering around, he could see blue sky above, dotted with clouds, contrasting the odd tuft of green grass in the dirt and ash below his feet. He was standing on prairie, or what would have been prairie if it didn’t more closely resemble scorched earth. Either way, it was just starting to recover, with new plants and any old ones which had survived just managing to poke through.
Best of all, he could pick out the telltale signs of a village on the horizon.
He was back in the Real World, and he had undeniable evidence of humans to boot.
So maybe the creature in that other world hadn’t wanted to eat him after all. Maybe it was nice and had just wanted to get him back where he belonged. Danny couldn’t be more grateful. He shot up into the air and set off toward the town. The sooner he figured out where he was, the sooner he could get home.
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“Does Aang look all right to you?” Katara whispered.
Sokka glanced towards Aang, who sat on the scruff of Appa’s neck. He shrugged. “He seems fine to me.”
Katara bit her lip. “He just looks so…dejected.”
Sokka looked at Aang again before turning back to Katara. “I can’t see it.”
Katara rolled her eyes. “Of course you can’t. Sometimes I’m surprised you can see past your nose.” Without giving Sokka a chance to choke out a retort, she continued, “I’m going to see if he’ll tell me what’s bothering him.”
“I thought he didn’t know what was bothering him,” Toph said, making it clear that she could hear their whispered conversation even if she hadn’t been able to chip in before.
“I think he might have a better idea than he’s telling us,” Katara countered. She picked her way towards Aang and settled down behind him.
“Hi, Katara,” he said without looking at her. Even his voice lacked his usual spirit.
“Aang, what’s wrong?” Katara asked softly.
“I don’t know,” he replied, idly scratching Momo behind the ears. “I just know something is. Something that shouldn’t be.” He sighed and sat back, looking at her for the first time. His hand dropped to his side and Momo stirred in his lap. “I think I need to fix it.”
“But how can you fix it when you don’t know what’s wrong?”
“I can’t. That’s my problem.”
Katara looked at him for a moment, hating that she had to say what she was about to say but not seeing any way around it. “Perhaps you really are worrying over nothing.”
Aang didn’t say anything. He just starting scratching Momo again, who let out a happy trill before closing his eyes again.
Whatever was wrong, Katara knew, it certainly wasn’t nothing. But there was nothing that the rest of them could do until Aang was able to clarify the problem. Nothing besides being there for him as he figured it out, at least. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile, hoping the presence of his friends would be encouragement enough.
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Danny stayed in ghost mode when he reached the village, opting to just stay invisible rather than shift back to human. He’d change if it came to it, but people he asked questions of always tended to ask questions in return, questions he certainly couldn’t answer. Where are your parents? How did you get here? Are you hurt? Is that why you don’t remember where you are?
Yeah, he could see it going downhill fairly quickly if he wasn’t careful.
Granted, when he finally did find something resembling a billboard, it didn’t take him long to realize that the signs on it weren’t going to help him. They weren’t in English. They didn’t even use the same alphabet. He wasn’t even entirely sure which language it was supposed to be. Something Asian, probably, which meant….
He was halfway across the world.
Crud. He was in so much trouble.
Now would be a really great time to develop and perfect teleportation as a ghost power, but he somehow doubted he’d be so lucky. If by some miracle he did manage it, he’d likely run out of power somewhere along the way and end up in the middle of the ocean, weak and exhausted and…. It wouldn’t be good, at any rate.
“Great,” Danny muttered, taking care to speak softly lest someone hear him. Spooking the locals wasn’t the best way to start. That would be the last thing he needed.
As Danny wandered around the village, he realized just how much he didn’t know about the world. He was definitely getting the ‘third world country’ vibe, but he had no idea which country that might be. Most of the buildings were modest, and he could count the ones not made out of wood on one hand. He didn’t have an architect’s eye, but he’d guess while they were suitable, they weren’t well put together. He was fairly certain at least a few of them would topple if a strong wind came along.
Danny spent most of his time lingering in what he guessed was the town square. It didn’t look like it was market day—most of the stalls set up around the periphery were empty—but he could see some people bartering for various goods. The odd chicken scampered around, pecking at the earth, and….
Danny paused, mid stroll, and took a closer look at the nearest chicken.
It most certainly wasn’t the type of chicken he thought of when he thought of chickens.
It wasn’t exactly what he thought a turkey or a pheasant or a duck or anything else looked like, either, but, man, there were some weird breeds of chicken out here. Speckled dark brown, sure. Feathered feet, okay. The fact that the chicken that just came around the side of the well just about came up to his waist?
That had to make it a turkey, right, even though it looked like a chicken?
This was probably one of those things he should just roll with and not question. He was too ignorant about farm animals to particularly care, anyway. He just knew they tasted good, even if Sam would never dream of eating one.
There was a pair of children playing a game of tag around the well—which Danny belatedly realized was likely there just as much because it was a source of drinking water as it was of water to put out a potential fire—and he made sure to keep well out of their way. Their clothes, like that of the adults, didn’t resemble any styles he recognized. In fact, his overall impression was just that a lot of people here had to like red.
Sure, there were browns and yellows and oranges mixed in, but there were an awful lot of people in red. And there might still be fewer than ten people in his current line of sight, but he had to be the only one here not wearing red at the moment, still being in his HAZMAT suit. It wasn’t that he had anything against the colour; he just found it strange that everyone was wearing it.
Floating just high enough to be able to dodge the mutant chicken things, Danny flew over to one of the stalls that was selling some sort of fruit. He knew he’d be getting hungry pretty soon, even though he didn’t really want to admit it. And while stealing was typically Vlad’s thing, he had to eat, especially when he did shift out of ghost mode.
If he had money, he’d use it. If he had something to trade, he would. But bartering was out of the question, too, and not just because he had nothing tangible to barter; he couldn’t even speak the language, so there was no way he could—
Wait.
That was English those people were speaking.
Danny glanced at the posters—something equivalent to a price list?—on the stall. It couldn’t be English. So why could he understand it? It’s not like being a ghost gave him some sort of universal translator; it would be an awful lot easier to speak with Wulf if it did, and he’d be doing much better in Spanish class. Maybe, anyway, depending on how the translation thing worked.
More likely, it was some quirk of this place or a side effect of travelling here through the Ghost Zone and that…other place, whatever it had been. Whatever the reason, he wasn’t going to question it. That was Jazz’s thing, not his. He could file it in the same folder of ‘where did his clothes and everything else go when he changed forms?’ and ‘was the fact that his HAZMAT suit could stitch itself together really just a ghost thing?’ and be thankful for small mercies.
Unfortunately, this probably meant he was a bit farther away from home than he’d thought.
The chicken-like birds suddenly seemed like a good indication of that, too.
Crud. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d thought.
He needed to find out where he was. Hopefully, the fact that he heard English meant it either was English being spoken or that when he spoke English, it was translated…somehow…into whatever it was these people really spoke.
Danny winced; even to him, that sounded like a stretch. Then again, his mother marrying Vlad also sounded like a stretch, and since this wasn’t the Earth he knew, it could well be some alternate dimension where the whole language thing was normal.
Or maybe he’d just stop thinking about it and instead focus on figuring out how the heck he was going to get home, especially since that just became a whole lot harder.
Danny made his way over to a stand that was selling…. Well, it looked like vegetables. Definitely not his first choice in food, but then again, beggars can’t be choosers. And thieves….
He wasn’t going to think about that right now, either, especially since he somehow doubted he’d ever have the chance to come back and repay whoever he was about to steal from.
Of course, he intended to just reach out, grab something, and turn it invisible.
Except he couldn’t.
His hands just slid through food, flesh, and wood alike as if he were intangible.
“C’mon,” Danny muttered softly as he tried to grab the carrot-like vegetable. He was sorely reminded of the times, early on, when he’d dropped his pencil and couldn’t get a grip on it to pick it up again, much to his increasing embarrassment as he drew the attention of his classmates. Or when the test tube he’d been holding in chemistry suddenly wasn’t being held anymore. Or when his spoon fell unbidden through his fingers to clatter back into his cereal bowl.
He didn’t want to think about what it meant if he couldn’t control his powers here.
No. His powers were working just fine, this bout of intangibility aside. He was still invisible now, after all, and he’d been flying without trouble. If he just focused, he could reach out and pick up that carrot-that-wasn’t-a-carrot….
This time, Danny’s fingers closed around his prize, and he lost no time turning it invisible. That, at least, was something he could do without any trouble.
(I had this theory where Danny in Ghost Mode was invisible/intangible as a default here instead of tangible as long as he’s in the real world of ATLA, but solid/visible as a spirit while in the spirit realm, so he’d have to concentrate to be seen/interact with everything as Phantom now that he’s out of it. Except Aang, being the Avatar, would see Phantom even if he wasn’t concentrating on being visible... Danny just hasn’t figured out the new rules yet.)
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“It’s not balanced,” Aang realized.
“What’s not balanced?” Sokka asked.
“Our world and the spirit world.”
“They’re supposed to be balanced?” Sokka queried, raising an eyebrow. “How can you tell?”
“You really have to think about that one?” Toph scoffed, the amusement in her voice clear. “You can’t see that a balance between life and death would be a good thing?”
Sokka shot her an annoyed glare before he remembered she couldn’t see him. Huffing, he crossed his arms and said, “You know what I mean. With the…spirits. How that works.” But he couldn’t help but think of Yue.
After 10 years of a stable marriage, the people of the four nations still can't understand how the Avatar, the mediator of the four nations, ended up married to the girl who once ended his life. People are still afraid to speak the name of the Avatar's wife, but she takes it with grace. After all these years, she doesn't blame them for their looks filled with hatred.
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Ceremony in the Fire Kingdom! I've missed drawing them so much, this pairing really makes me happy. ♡
