#genuinely can’t wait to share once I collect enough iq coins to spend on the fic writing machine lmao

[the-last-cuddlebender]

happy ffwf!! what will your first posted fic of 2021 most likely be? what project are you most excited to start/continue working on? feel free to drop a snippet of one or both! (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)

Happy *ignores calendar* FFWF!😅

I honestly have no idea what the first will be. I have bits and pieces of so many, and I really need to finish them up and get them out. 

The fic I’m most excited to “start” (I say that in quotes because a lot of it is written, but it’s not posted yet because I still have to tie everything together) would probably be “But You Called Me Here”. It’s an ATLA/LOK crossover that’s become my go-to comfort-writing fic at the moment ngl.

Here’s a snippet!

Mako sighed. He tugged down Aang’s headband so it was wide enough to cover both his arrow and his eyes. “Just sit still and look pretty, will ya? Let them handle this.”

Aang, blinded and grumbling, crossed his arms and slouched so hard into the booth’s cushion that he nearly disappeared into it. “I hate not being able to do anything…”

“Tell me about it.” Mako thumbed through the next file, careful not to keep anything face-up on the table that might raise suspicion. Without looking, he passed Aang another handful of photos. “Hopefully, we won’t have to.”

Aang grumbled some more, but, nonetheless, he took the offered stack of photos and police sketches and flipped through them. He only uncovered one eye, though, and he didn’t stop bouncing his leg even when Mako’s signature sigh reached beyond the limits of I’m-too-tired-for-this.

Aang stole a glance over the top of the next police sketch, and he would have jumped out of the booth if Mako hadn’t insisted they sit so Aang was situated between the wall and the detective. Across the room, the thug with the tattoos let his arm fall from Kya’s shoulders to, assumedly, her waist, and she laughed at whatever he said next.

“Easy, now,” Mako pried the crumpling photos from Aang’s fingers. He tugged Aang’s headband down to again cover both eyes, and Aang would have blown fire into his huff if he could still firebend. The furious blow of air that escaped him nearly whirlwinded the papers from their table, but Mako held them down just in time. “Would you cut it out already?” he hissed. “Or would you rather us be kicked out because you can’t blend in for more than two minutes?”

“Sorry...”

It’s given me quite a challenge since there are so many characters (especially characters that I’ve never written before), but I’m loving all of the fun times and feels that are coming from it🥰