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Looking for fic recs!!!

Aang and the gaang, zuko and sokka, katara and aang, something cute, feel good, adventures with the gaang, anything

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Morale was low on the Argo 2. They were all homesick, tired, drained, and anxious for the upcoming events. Tension between members were rising, there had been a lot of bickeringover small things. Hairbrushes were being misplaced, toothpaste was being left open, clothes were being borrowed and not returned. It’s hard for 7 teenagers to be stuck in such a small space together. Though they each mostly spent time trying to keep busy as to not let theirminds wander too far.

Annabeth spent most of her time in the meeting room, which was also where they ate meals. She had been trying to draw up a plan for their next attack, their next mission, their next steps. Being a daughter of Athena, strategizing was what she was most good at. She could stand there in that room for hours, finding every possibility, every strategy that could work in every possible scenario. She was rarely seen doing anything else, as much Percy, her boyfriend, had tried to persuade her to just take a break. But he knew there wasn’t much he could say, she was right, they were on a time crunch and things needed to get done, if they didn’t have a plan… he didn’t want to think about what that would mean.

Leo spent most of the time in the engine room, tinkering away, making improvements on the ship, and fixing any malfunctions. Being a son of Hephaestus meant he was in his natural habitat. He felt at peace surrounded by the noise of all the mechanics around him. Sometimes, he even found himself sleeping down there. Whenever he did sleep, that is. Percy would go downoccasionally to make sure he ate something for the day, maybe had a sip of water, he didn’t see Leo outside of that room other than for team meetings or if there were things to be fixed above deck.

Everyone else, Piper, Hazel, Frank, Jason, and Percy, they were just killing time, training, doing chores around the ship, sharpening the weapons, or helping Annabeth strategize. Hazel and Frank spent a lot of time in the kitchen together, sharing recipes as a form of distressing. The 2 of them made most of the meals for the crew. Piper spent some time mending clothes for everyone, which came easy to her as she was a daughter of Aphrodite. Jason spent a lot of time planning with Annabeth. He had a good sense of these things. Being a son of Zeus, he felt he should be involved with a lot of the planning.

When the 7 weren’t occupying their time with something, then they were left waiting. The waiting was the worst part for all of them. They were all anxious for what was coming up, aware that they may not all come back from this quest. Percy, being leader, tried to lighten the mood where he could, making jokes every now and then, but he himself felt as anxious, if not more, than everyone else. He was getting very little sleep, too stressed to close his eyes. On the rare occasion he could fall asleep, it always ended with him waking up in a cold sweat from the nightmares. He doubted any of the others were getting much sleep either.

At the next meeting, he decided to try and boost the morale a little. Especially because of the recent bickering between members, everyone’s patience was running thin, and it was making it difficult to live around each other. They’ve been at sea for weeks, not peacefully either. They seemed to be attacked every other day by some other type of monster out to stop them from completing the quest. This was actually the longest they went without any attacks, 3 days, which made Percy more anxious if anything. He couldn’t have his friends at each other’s throats when they had actual enemies out there trying to kill them.

After everyone gave their updates and everything needed was discussed, including the person who kept leaving the toothpaste open (Cough-Leo-cough), Percy concluded the meeting with a few words of encouragement.

“ok I think we covered everything,” he started, checking the list of things they planned on discussing beforehand, “but before we go, I know we are all feeling the weight of the mission right now.” He paused, trying to pick his words carefully. He could feel the little bit of tension in the room. He knew how his friends were feeling right now because he felt the same.

“Let’s just remember who were doing this for ok,” he continued, “our friends back at camp, they are waiting for us to succeed. Let’s not let them down. We have people waiting for us, rooting for us, we were chosen for this quest for a reason. Don’t lose faith in yourselves. And most importantly don’t lose faith in each other. Right now, we are all we’ve got. We need to work together on this.”

A soft silence fell on the room. The midnight kind of silence. When your mind wanders and you’re reminded of people from your past. They were all thinking about their friends, their cabins, camp was their home.

“Percy is right,” Annabeth’s voice lifted the silence, breaking everyone out of their thoughts, “we only have each other right now, we are on the same side trying to accomplish the same goal. If one of us falls we all fall-”

“like a ship,” Leo interrupted, “a ship is made of many components, different mechanisms play different roles, and they all rely on each other. if one isn’t functioning properly or broken, the whole ship will feel it.”

“exactly.” Percy beamed, pleased with how this was going. Everyone seemed more at ease, like they all collectively took a deep breath and reset the system. “so let’s remember that, none of us are alone in this”

as soon as Percy said that Leo shot up and started singing “we’re all in this together” clapping his hands on beat. Percy and Piper ran to either side of Leo to join him in the song, even frank got up as well. The 4 of them stood side by side, arms around each other’s shoulders, swaying left and right as they sang. When all they got from the other 3 were blank stares and a few confused laughs, Leo took full offense.

“why aren’t you guys singing? You're telling me you never watched high school musicals?” he said in shock, breaking away from between Piper and Percy, “Annabeth?” he questioned.

“I mean, I ran away from home at 7, so it’s not like I had the option, all things considered.”She defended herself.

“hazel??” Leo looked at her as if his heart had just been broken by Annabeth’s words.

“did you forget I was dead for a good few decades?” she laughed at the sheepish look on his face.

He turned to Jason but cut him off before he could even explain himself, “I already know about you, wolf boy.” He said with a wink, causing Jason’s ears to turn a soft pink. Piper laughed at how easily Jason blushed.

“wait I don’t get it.” Annabeth confessed. Although she seemed to be spending a lot of time with Jason recently, she didn’t really know him well.

“I was raised by wolves,” Jason explained, which truthfully wasn’t much of an explanation. But she just rolled with it. It’s not the weirdest thing she’s ever heard.

“so what you're saying is, if I throw this stick,” she picked up the map pointer, “you’ll fetch it?”

This caused an eruption of laughter from everyone else as Jason turned even redder, though he was also laughing.

Percy smiled at his success. The shift in the atmosphere was felt by everyone. The air was lighter, and it seemed easier to breathe now. Percy decided he was going to start his own version of the campfire they would have back at camp in the evening, it will give everyone a small taste of home and allow them to let loose for a bit at the end of the day. This will help keep everyone more at ease when days feel too long and the weight of their responsibilities were keeping them down.

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I love the way the ocean loves. With passion. With devotion. With all of me. I love the way the ocean loves. Dramatically. Proudly. My love is noticeable. My love is loud. Ill crash into your life continuously, the way the ocean crashes into the rocks. Destructively. Ill care for you the way the ocean cares for the shore. Patiently. Gently. Continuously. To be loved by me is to be engrossed by it. Drenched by it. To be loved by the ocean is to be struck by it unexpectedly.

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The sight of her gets my skin crawling and my hands shaking. My heart in my throat, my eyes unsteady, she takes my hand and smiles at me, I melt on the inside, eyes frantically taking her in as if starved from the sight of her.

Her hair fell almost perfectly in curls around her face, purple peeking through the back.

Your hair! I exclaimed fighting the urge to reach out and run my fingers through it

Omg its giving mermaid, I hear my frnd say from beside me

She releases my hand, reaching to touch her hair, accepts the compliments, laughing in conversation

I try to function like a normal human being and give maybe 3 words into the conversation, but my mind is elsehwere, focusing on how to stand and where to put my hands and where to look and how to smile and how to breathe and I'm so sure she's looking at me rn

My eyes dart in her direction, she's already looking at me, smiling at me, talking to my sister but smiling at me

Ofc she's smiling at me

I feel my heart settle ever so slightly

And I'm reminded what home feels like

And then I hear the words we should get going and our movie starts soon and she says smthn about visiting her at work but I don't really hear any of it

And then she's hugging me goodbye and I could stay like that 4ever

And then she's holding my hand as we both walk away and not letting go until our fingertips graze against each other and I feel her eyes on my back and I should've looked back too

Because now she's imprint in my mind once again

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The best thing u can do for urself is allow urself to exist without feeling guilty for it

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He stared out as the world crumbled down around him. He realized that everything he fought for had just burned to the ground. And his pain, was for nothing in the end. He was left with less than he had before. All his efforts, the sacrifices, it was all worthless. He lost sight of the cause and now he was truly alone.

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One thing I hate is when I forget how a certain feeling feels to me after not experiencing it for a while

I feel emotions are the quintessence of our human existence and if not that then what?

If I experienced something once shouldn't it be embedded in my memory for the rest of my life? Shouldn't it be etched into my skin? Carved into my brain? Sewn into my very soul?

Then why don't I remember what it felt like to hate my existence

Why don't I remember the pain of not wanting to be alive anymore

Why don't I remember the weight of carrying a heavy heart

Why don't I remember feeling what I felt when I felt it and what it was like to feel it

What's the point of existing when my past isn't a part of my future

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I need a name for the story, so when I speak about my characters u guys know what im referring to...