#karuvapatta

[thorkizilla]

Hello! You wouldn't, by any chance, have one of those lovely fic rec posts you occasionally do for Good Omens? :D

Hi!  I’m blaming you, @karuvapatta, for dragging me back into this!  I did my one list!  I spent my five minutes reading fic and yelling at people about it!  (Which you can find here.)  And then you asked so nicely and I’m like, I KNOW SOME GOOD FICS I’LL JUST SPEND 10 QUICK MINUTES COLLECTING THEM-- OKAY, JUST HALF AN HOUR-- and then like THREE HOURS LATER, HERE, LET ME CRY AT YOU ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FANDOM EVEN IF IT STOLE SO MANY OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS AWAY FROM OTHER FANDOMS I LOVE.  /lays down and cries quietly after yelling myself outGOOD OMENS RECS:✦ The 21st Century, In Which They Finally Work It Out by chaya, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 17.6k wip    This is light speed in comparison to the last few centuries of their relationship, but Crowley is barely holding on to his patience.✦ 5 times Crowley was Summoned on purpose + 1 by orphan_account, aziraphale/crowley, 10k    Crowley had no idea who'd let slip how to summon demons, but it was a damn pain in the arse sometimes. Recently, however, things had just been getting ridiculous.✦ Absconding with Harry verse by obaewankenope (rexthranduil), aziraphale/crowley & harry potter, 37.7k    Anthony J Crowley accidentally acquires a nine-year-old child when he comes across the scene of a middle-aged woman smacking said nine-year-old child with a frying pan while screaming about something to do with ‘cooking the bacon properly’. Now, Crowley is, at his core, a bastard. But he’s a bastard who cares.✦ and I won't tell them your name by suzukiblu, aziraphale/crowley, 4.2k    Falling hurts, or so some people have implied. Nothing particularly hurts about sauntering vaguely downwards, though. ✦ and I would know him in death, at the end of the world by dunk_on_em (the_author_at_221B), aziraphale/crowley, 5.5k    There, in the tub, was Crowley. Or what looked like Crowley, at least. Or; Crowley waits for Aziraphale to return from Hell. He doesn't.✦ blown and tossed by the wind by kyrilu, aziraphale/crowley, 1k    Aziraphale and Crowley have a conversation over wine, while lounging on the balcony of Crowley's flat.✦ breathe the air, slam the door by brinnanza, crowley & god, 1.3k    Crowley looks up from his mobile to find someone has joined him on the park bench, where he’s been waiting for Aziraphale to tear himself away from his newly restored bookshop for lunch. She’s an older woman, thin, with a polite smile and halo of curly hair that’s gone grey. Her eyes are very blue, and there’s something vaguely familiar about her, like she’s someone Crowley had seen once a long time ago or maybe in a film he can’t quite recall.✦ the bucket list by darcylindbergh, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 13.3k wip    If you're going to go native, you might as well go all the way.✦ Chiaroscuro by drawlight, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 9.9k    There are rules. The trouble with hearts is that they play by none of them.✦ Do Angels Dream of Electronic Catalogues? by DownToTheSea, aziraphale/crowley, 1.4k    While staying the night after the apocalypse at Crowley's place, Aziraphale is on edge about his bookshop. Crowley attempts to calm him down.✦ Every Atom Belonging to Me by triedunture, aziraphale/crowley, 5.5k    A cozy, sweet evening with tea, drinks, food, poems, and warm blankets.✦ Everything Else Is A Substitute For Your Love by Aria, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 7.5k    "You can't have been a demon," Aziraphale said. "No one used to be a demon. Why would you say that?"✦ Feathers on the Bedroom Floor by dunk_on_em (the_author_at_221B), aziraphale/crowley, 1.2k    Aziraphale looked to his right to see Crowley, struggling to keep his head aright.✦ First Feast by reserve, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 3.6k    “Do you feel different?” Aziraphale asked. His gaze was intent, flicking between Crawly’s mouth and eyes. He was twisting his plump, fruit-reddened fingers in the folds of his robe like he couldn’t manage to keep still. He was squirming. “Give us another taste,” he whispered. Crawly dropped the forbidden fruit. Crawly lunged for him.✦ the first week of the rest of their lives by Deputychairman, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 4.6k    “Port gives the worst hangovers in the world, did you know that?” Crowley slurred when the bottle was all gone. “Don’t know who got credit for that one. Nice drink, lovely drink, shame it makes you want to die in the morning.” “Such a shame,” Aziraphale agreed sadly, watching Crowley stretch out on his sofa. He did like port. He liked Crowley stretched out on his sofa, too.✦ The Game of Snakes and Angels by gaslightgallows (hearts_blood), aziraphale/crowley, 15.1k wip    A place for me to put all my short Aziraphale/Crowley ficlets. (Tags will change as the collection grows.)✦ Gardening for Beginners by triedunture, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 3.8k    A brief interlude during Crowley and Aziraphale's stint as domestic servants-slash-godfathers.✦ get religion quick (cause you're looking divine) by brinnanza, aziraphale/crowley, 4.2k    So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.✦ A Home at the Beginning of the World by stereobone, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 5.8k    "Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me."✦ human childcare for the occult (and ethereal) by suzukiblu, aziraphale/crowley & warlock, 11.9k    The Dowlings miraculously need a nanny and a gardener at the same time, and Aziraphale suggests they flip for it. Crowley takes one moment to picture Aziraphale nannying anyone and calls dibs. It’s not that Aziraphale’s terrible with humans, he’s just, well. Terrible with humans. Truly, truly terrible.✦ I Will Get Up Now And Go About The City by drawlight, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 30.1k    This is the story of six-thousand years and a borrowed jacket. (A tale told in vignettes.)✦ i'd like for you and i to go romancing by dollsome, aziraphale/crowley, 6.7k    In which people keep mistaking Crowley and Aziraphale for a couple, and Aziraphale starts to wonder if there might be something to it.✦ In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather, aziraphale/crowley, 2.6k    Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.✦ An Invitation You Can't Decline by thehoyden, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 1.9k    “I have standards,” Aziraphale huffed. “Don’t I know it,” Crowley sighed. And then, like he’d done it a hundred times before, he covered Aziraphale’s hand with his.✦ it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) by Handful_of_Silence, aziraphale/crowley, 5.7k    It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale. Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is.✦ Just a Taste by fabrega, aziraphale/crowley, 2.4k    "Not you," Crowley says, wrinkling his nose. "I know what you taste like."✦ Least of All by stereobone, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 16k    Every so often, Crowley talks to God.✦ let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) by thehoyden, aziraphale/crowley, 5k    Aziraphale saw him sometimes in all-staff meetings, sitting toward the front but off to the side, lounging against a wall. Even then, he’d had style—wings tipped in gold and face painted with gold flakes in the pattern of the first constellation he designed. He was amazing, and eye-catching, and it was no exaggeration to say that he did not know Aziraphale even existed.✦ Lie Back And Think Of Dinner by jessthereckless, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 11k    Aziraphale attempts subterfuge. Crowley sees right through him.✦ listen (he's already told you five times) by darcylindbergh, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 1.8k    Not everything Crowley says is said out loud. Aziraphale doesn't always hear him at first, but he's learning to stop being surprised.✦ Love Hath Made Thee a Tame Snake by thehoyden, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 3.4k    He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing.✦ The Nesting Habits of Angelus Prinicpalum by obaewankenope (rexthranduil), aziraphale/crowley, 5.4k    “Angel,” Crowley draws out, dragging the word along behind him as he somehow manages to emulate a snakes slithering while in human form along the north corridor—between the shelves with books on space and science-fiction—looking at their contents suspiciously. “Is that—it—is that a 3D model of the moon? How—where did you even get that?”✦ Of Celestial Sonnets and Pitiable Poets by triedunture, aziraphale/crowley, 6.3k    Crowley takes to anonymously publishing his poems with...unexpected results.✦ Of Dust and Quilts by dunk_on_em (the_author_at_221B), aziraphale/crowley, ~1k    Aziraphale has a nightmare about what could have been, and what it could have cost him. Crowley has open arms.✦ a picnic plan for you and me by theappleppielifestyle, aziraphale/crowley, 20.8k    (Or, Crowley makes Aziraphale food after the world doesn't end. It has absolutely nothing to do with how much he wants to make Aziraphale smile.)✦ Ordinary People (The Anything But Ordinary Remix) by cimorene, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 14.4k    Crowley has started to take a proprietary interest in Aziraphale's bookshop.✦ Pride Goeth by triedunture, aziraphale/crowley, 2k    Aziraphale and Crowley end up with a kid. It's mostly Crowley's fault. Happy Pride!✦ Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) by drawlight, aziraphale/crowley, 3.4k    It's an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching.✦ Snakes and Stones (Never Broke My Bones) by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee, aziraphale/crowley, human/college au, 4.5k    No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.✦ Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 17.1k    "Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.✦ Stopgap by RC_McLachlan, aziraphale/crowley & gabriel, 7.4k    "Can you imagine ruining something so frustratingly perfect just to get a leg up with Management?" Crowley then remembers who he's talking to and why he's here in the first place. "Sorry, bad example, of course you can."✦ A Stone's Throw from Jerusalem by RC_McLachlan, aziraphale/crowley, 2.7k    "Are you honestly going to make me listen to bebop in my final moments?”✦ Strange Bedfellows by fabrega, aziraphale/crowley, 2k    "You know, humans say that a good bed at the end of a long day feels heavenly."✦ Sudden and Surprising Moments of Overwhelming Affection by darcylindbergh, aziraphale/crowley, 2.7k    Aziraphale has not shut up in thirty-four minutes. Crowley’s been counting.✦ The Warmth Found in the Stars by dunk_on_em (the_author_at_221B), aziraphale/crowley, 1k    Every so often, if the night was fading into the early hours of the day, and if Aziraphale was especially gentle, Crowley would talk about his life before the fall. ✦ Think of Me Always by walkalittleline, aziraphale/crowley, 4.4k    There are many times Crowley comes a little too close to saying—or doing—something about how he feels. Plenty of times he finds himself dangerously close to getting too close to Aziraphale, stepping into his personal space and waiting to see how he reacts before getting even closer, so close there's not enough space between them even for God—that damned ineffable bastard—to interfere.✦ TwoFish by Grindylowe, aziraphale/crowley, 6.6k    A love story about angels and demons. Also, fish✦ vintage demon art, vape pens, & other treasures by kyrilu, aziraphale/crowley, 1.8k    Love, Anthony J. Crowley is aware, is a very foolish thing. He’s seen humans do stupid things based on love or lust, whether it’s tacky Disney movie themed weddings, internet catfishing, or matching couple shirts.✦ The Weight of Well Tailored Clothes by reserve, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 5k    After the crêpes, Crowley helps Aziraphale get his clothing back. Then he helps a bit more.✦ what I like about you by suzukiblu, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 5.9k    “It’s really very nice. Seducing people, I mean,” Aziraphale says, and Crowley really does nearly discorporate. ✦ When in Rome by reserve, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 3.2k    “Well.” Crowley stood and stretched, looking rather more serpentine than usual. “See you at the orgy then. I’ll look for you by the buffet.”✦ When in Rome by walkalittleline, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 4.5k    “Crowley?” “Hm.” “Have you ever… have you had sexual relations before?” Crowley nearly inhales the oyster he’s slurping into his mouth, swallowing it rapidly before staring incredulously across the table at Aziraphale, who’s not looking back at him, rather gazing off into the middle distance with a thoughtful frown.✦ Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture, aziraphale/crowley, nsfw, 10.1k    Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?✦ You, Soft and Only by thehoyden, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 9.4k    He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel. “Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.✦ the yet unknowing world by Ark, aziraphale/crowley, NSFW, 8.3k    A half-step is all it takes to get Aziraphale close enough to murmur into Crowley’s ear, “Put the light out when you go to bed, and I’ll come to you.”

[kedreeva]

Hi! I have a question. What do you think about the "real miracle" line from the Church scene? (No, I'm still not over the Church scene.) Is it Crowley telling Aziraphale to save them both and he just saves the books later? Or do they each save themselves? Is it so that Aziraphale can explain the miracle to Heaven as "I had to save myself from the bombs falling over London" rather than "I had to save myself from my own moronic plan backfiring"? I just never fully got the writer's intention...

I think we’re seeing a little bit of the effect Falling really had on the angels that Fell- they’ve lost the ability to perform real Miracles.

Think of it this way- both sides have the ability to do magic. Crowley can use his magic to influence reality a bit. He can nudge people to do things in his favor (like redirecting the bombs), or cause people not to notice him (like in Paris when they’re standing in the cell still and no one notices them, or when they’re walking out of the convent through police that are arresting everyone and no one stops them), or to do little things like turn off the light Aziraphale conjured or fix the broken headlamp of his car, or even protect the books by making the rubble not quite fall on the bag. This sort of magic, while still very magical and oft can be used to do powerful things, is a lesser form of magic than a true Miracle.

Because a real Miracle takes reality and reshapes it entirely. It is something that there is no explanation for except divine intervention. RE: the above, Maybe the planes just got mixed up in their directions. Maybe no one noticed them in paris or at the convent because things were hectic. Maybe she hadn’t hit the headlamp to break it, maybe there hadn’t been a light in the darkness, maybe the rubble didn’t quite bury the books. But for two humans (or humanoid forms) to survive a direct impact from a bomb? No, that can’t be explained any other way. That’s a real miracle.

Alternately, and please don’t tell Greenberg I told you this, but I believe that demons may have lost some of their healing/protective abilities in the Fall, too. I know in the book, Crowley is the one to bring the dove back to life after the birthday party shenanigans, but in the series he’s not, and Crowley repeatedly shows he has an exceptional hatred for the 14th century- which was right around when the plague went rampant and was killing all manner of people. With no healing abilities, I think that would have been quite the bad time to be around. So, I think that protective and healing abilities may have been taken away from demons, meaning he could not have saved them in the Church- he might have been able to prevent the destruction of an object (the books) but not a living thing (them). He had to rely on an angel to do a real miracle for that.

Which, you know. Means that he went into that church ready to die.

He’d just, 80 years ago, had a big fight with Aziraphale, and likely not seen him since. He has no idea how Aziraphale is going to react to him turning up again. He has no idea if Aziraphale will be willing to save both of them (he knows, but he doesn’t KNOW, you know?). He trusts that he will. Trusts Aziraphale with his entire life, and he waltzes in and tells Aziraphale “You got yourself into trouble and I’ve come to be in trouble with you and brought along MORE trouble to take care of the first trouble, but you’re going to have to keep us both safe through it” and Aziraphale does, the same way he put his wing up over Crowley at the start of all things.

[keire-ke]

@karuvapatta, here is the drawing!

(I this this is Ursa from Avatar the Last Airbender? Not my usual, but nice)

[cheeseeatingtrashmonster]

I would love to read more of "Cats Adopt You"! :D

*clutches heart* It means the world to me that you enjoy that fic! I have a few half-started chapters for it that I need to sit down and look at and figure out what’s not working, so more is definitely coming at some point. I’m working on too many projects at once, so I have no idea when I’ll get to it, unfortunately, but knowing that someone likes it enough to come tell me that they like it? Yeah, that’s some motivation there :D

Thank you for sending this ask :) Feel free to message me if you don’t mind spoilers and you want to help me spitball those half-done chapters. (That goes for pretty much anybody, I am vain and love talking about my writing.)

Also I’m working on an angst spinoff from the Cats Adopt You universe, if anyone would be interested in that?

[markwatnae]

@karuvapatta replied to your post: question i don’t know how to google: does putting...

so probably if they are young, healthy, and properly hydrated, it might take them a while to die

I think so. this all started because I saw this on Facebook:

and I was like “is 100C/212F really deadly” like i’m sure if you put a human in boiling water yeah they’re probably going to go into shock and die pretty fast but just with general weather? i had my suspicions 

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karuvapatta replied to your photoset “So “#DndSelfie” is trending on Twitter and I’m living for it so have a...”

oh man, this is incredible :D our d&d looks nothing like this...

Thank you so much! It was the first major story point in the game so I wanted to go all out! Though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t take time/money to set up (getting the maps printed and shipped in time ended up running me about $30.) BUT it was a lot of fun! If you have the time to set up a big map or commission it for a Chapter/Campagin Climax, I highly recommend doing so! :D

[sky-kiss]

Urzai, Unheavenly Creatures Verse: Ursa has a habit of hugging Ozai when he's upset. Unfortunately, he's mostly upset because he wants to bang Ursa but can't.

A/N: As per your request. Have some fluff and aggressively mediocre dad!Ozai.

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Moody

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“You’re broody this morning, dad.”

Ozai shot his...the child a dark glance over the rim of his coffee mug. Azula regarded him with a knowing air, her mouth pursed near the corners. About five seconds away from laughing. She chewed her breakfast with an exaggerated thoughtfulness. In the otherwise silent kitchen the crunch of her cereal was deafening. He set his glass aside, “Eat your food, Azula.”

“I am,” she grumbled, dragging her spoon along the bottom of the bowl. It made an unpleasant scraping noise, “Don’t like it.”

“Your mother was supposed to cook.”

Azula sighed, “She did. She made cereal.”

The devil shook his head, hiding a smile behind his hand. Azula’s glared down at her meal. The cereal was rapidly losing its structural integrity, bits of wheat floating in the milk. He reached over without thinking, smoothing her bangs away from her forehead. The hair fell back into place, obstinate, “She likes to think she’s providing for you, pet.”

“I wish she’d provide something that tastes better.”

The celestial lacked a fundamental understanding of human taste. She kept a perfectly balanced view towards nutrition with flavor rarely factoring in to the equation. Ozai took the bowl from his daughter, standing and crossing towards the kitchen, “Tell her you ate it. There’s bacon in the fridge.”

“That’s a lie, dad,” but she snickered as she said it, already bouncing up to traipse after him. The girl’s fondness continued to baffle him. He did not protest when she caught his free hand, little fingers tangling with his own. If she wished to tie herself to him, so be it.  In the end it would only make his task that much simpler. “Mom says she you shouldn’t lie.”

“If she doesn’t know to ask then we call it subterfuge or evasion,” he set the bowl on the counter. Azula was a small child, delicate. It took little to no thought to lift her, seating her in one of the high bar stools that lined the kitchen island.

Azula watched him with obvious pleasure, chin resting on her palm. Her amber eyes were too keen for her age, too old in an otherwise youthful face. The effect was jarring. Potential was the word that kept coming to mind. She was ripe with potential. Ozai plucked the materials from the refrigerator. They were running low on most everything edible. Only the angel’s strange little...experiments remained.

“You never made me breakfast before,” she shifted forward in her seat, curling her knees beneath her.

“And I won’t again.”

She hummed. It said she doubted. Azula tugged her own hair down and out of its tail, passing the hair tie to him, “Here. Mom usually keeps a few in the kitchen but…” they had a habit of migrating in their family. Ozai nodded his thanks, fumbling his hair up into a passable bun. She waited until his back was turned to speak again, “So why are you so cranky this morning?” He pursed his lips. Azula tired of her games if she was not provided the correct response. Today, she chose to tap a finger against her chin, considering, “Is it Zuzu?”

He continued whisking the eggs. The absurdity of performing this mundane task for a human child did not escape him. It was one detail he would be omitting from his report later, “No. Not your brother.”

More quietly, “Is it me?”

The devil sighed, “No, pet. Not you either.”

She grinned at him, ducking her chin.

The earthly manifestation of his displeasure breezed into the room in a rush of jasmine and honey. Ozai bit the inside of his cheek, fingers curling in to bite at his palm. He refused to look at her. Ursa’s voice filled the kitchen, clear and pleasing. She reached over to tousle Azula’s hair, cupping the girl’s cheek before bending to press a kiss to her forehead. The girl made a show of gagging, reaching up to scrub the mark away but both immortal’s felt the truth of her reaction. She was delighted. The girl radiated pleasure and an undercurrent of love, strong enough to feel stifling.

“Are you cooking, Ozai?” She leaned past him, brow gently furrowed. The devil ground his teeth, ignoring the press of her breasts against his back. Her innocence was equal parts intoxicating and maddening.

“The girl…”

“Azula,” she corrected, flicking his bicep, “You know her name.”

“Azula,” he hated having her near. He hated the way she left his skin itching, crawling. “Was still hungry. That...nutrient brick you insist on feeding them…”

“It’s healthy,” she mumbled, staring down at the eggs. The bacon left her wrinkling her nose. The scent bothered her.  He took a savage glee in that. “Well, whatever your reasons. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank him,” Azula grumbled, leaning on the counter, “He’s grumpy. He won’t listen.”

The celestial’s eyes widened, “Ozai. Is something bothering you?”

Human women were impossible. Celestials were impossible. He found himself longing for the Lower plane. The succubi never cared what he thought or how he felt. They never hounded him. “For the final time: I am well.”

Ursa worried her lip between her teeth, glancing up at his face. The idiot creature shook her head, stepping into him, her arms winding around his back. He let out a sharp hiss of breath, throwing a dark look heavenward.

This. This was the cause of his latent frustration. The celestial insisted, blindly, on touching him. On comforting him. Of pressing every inch of her perfectly formed body against him, ignorant of his reactions. She had read somewhere, early on in their tenure on the Prime Material plane, that physical contact was reassuring. Since then she had been unable to stop.

The Celestial tweaked her nose against his clavicle, breathing instinctively mimicking his own. He could feel the steady thrum of her heart. The scent of jasmine and honey was nearly overpowering with her this close, her head tucked under his chin. She squeezed him once. As if the little gesture would somehow inspire him to relax.

It did not. It would not.

Ozai grit his teeth, reaching up to take her shoulders. He held her out at arm’s length, “Enough.”

She was beautiful. Frustratingly, maddeningly, achingly beautiful; her eyes, a charming shade of amber, stared up at him, guileless and a little hurt. She nodded, turning on her heel. She was only trying to help. The devil took a steadying breath, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

Every touch worsened his affliction. Every stray brush; every attempt to comfort him reminded him of the sheer wrongness of their situation and his inability to act on it, to find relief. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. The sudden wash of pain brought some clarity with it.

How had June phrased it? The succubi's words echoed in his head, teasing and pitying. He had caught feelings for the idiot creature.

Unacceptable. Wrong.

Azula’s voice brought him back to reality. The girl tugged at his hand, “Is that it? Do you like mom?” He scowled at her. The girl didn’t shy back. She was...frustratingly immune to his temper nowadays. She stiffened before wrapping her arms around him, “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“I do not have…” the words were too sharp. He bit them back, starting again, “No. I do not have feelings for Ursa.”

“It’s okay if you do. She’s really nice. And pretty,” she rested her chin on his stomach, staring up at him with her huge eyes. Too knowing, too intelligent for her age, “I hope you like her. Zuzu does too.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Go sit, pet. I still have to feed you.”

But the girl still wears that irritating little grin, as if she’s privy to some great secret and his skin still itches everywhere Ursa touched him.

[finasol]

Ozai, Ursa, Iroh

Marry Ursa because she’s BEAUTIFUL AND BADASS

Fck Ozai because he’s also beautiful and the most powerful firebender in the world. C’mon, who wouldn’t be curious about what it’s like to bang him. (Plus, all the Urzai fics about Ozai feeling like fire have made me veeerrry curious about what physical contact with him feels like.)

And, unfortunately, kill Iroh. I’m sorry Iroh, I’m in too deep with your brother and his wife.