#jet answer

[purinfelix]

No ferran headcanons? 🥹

ferran torres bf headcanons ˚⊹♡

a/n: actually can't believe this is my first time writing for our fav shark boy but here u go anon !!! i acc love him sm he's so underrated <33

✧ so smitten, like ridiculously almost annoyingly smitten

✧ doesn't matter that you've been together for almost a year, he treats you exactly the same as he did during your first month - softly holding your hand, pecking your cheek before he leaves for training

✧ acts of service as a love language, and it's just constant. a bunch of flowers one day, a home-cooked meal the next - he can't help that he loves the look on your face when you realise he's done something for you for no other reason than to show that he loves you

✧ soon this extends beyond just acts of service and turns into him straight up spoiling you, everything that's his is yours and everything you want is also yours before you can even word it

✧ somehow both clingy and shy, wants to spend all his time around you but is just a little too shy to be too open about it - you'll never catch him whining or stopping you before a night out with your friends, but you'll definitely catch a little bit of pouting and attitude once you get back.

✧ initially wanted your relationship to be a secret, at least for a little bit but he was the one who spoiled it just because he couldn't not talk about you - like it literally just slipped out one interview because he couldn't help it

"Yeah, I think we've been doing great as a team and I'm always happy to get a goal or two in to contribute," he says, smiling for the camera - cheeks flushed. "Thank you, seems like you're motivation has improved recently, any reason why?" The interviewer presses. "Well, I guess my girlfriend being here sort of helps-" Ferran begins, and it's only once he looks up and catches sight of his teammates surprised looks behind the crew does he realise what he's done. "Oh? Is this the announcement of a relationship I hear?" The curious smile on the reporters' faces is enough to cause him to blush a little, a shy cough making its way out of his mouth - which he's covered now as if that'll keep him from revealing any more.

✧ this works for him though, because now he doesn't have to walk on eggshells in conversations trying his hardest not to mention you - because for him this was proving way harder than he thought

✧ anytime he has away games - whether it's just for a weekend or for a longer national competition, he is calling you any spare moment he has. in the locker room, on the bus, late at night once he gets back to his hotel.

✧ and if you happen to be busy or asleep at the time, just know he's filming his own mini-vlog, talking about his day - though most of it is just him talking about how much he misses you.

✧ ALWAYS down for a sweet treat run no matter the time of day, at first when you introduced the concept to him he thought it a little childish and probably unhealthy - though he didn't dare bring it up to you

✧ now any time the two of you finish dinner or are out on a grocery run he gives you this sort of smirk and says "wouldn't this be the perfect time for an icecream?"

[demaparbat-hp]

Thoughts on bi4bi zutara? My personal favorite headcanon for them is that they both dated jet in every au its SOO funny

Oh! I love ZK having Jet as a mutual ex! It's always such a fun concept to see in fics. So terribly funny indeed!

ZK is my endgame OTP. Beyond Mutual Ex Jet, I can also see him having a huge crush on both Zuko and Katara at the same time. As a matter of fact, this is precisely what happens in my Lee & Kya AU—Jet has a massive crush on the couple.

...and he's also a terrible flirt.

[tiger-balm]

@ nhljets : we asked eric comrie some questions

[emthimofnight]

this goddamn baby picture of rocket i love him

POV ur Jet the Hawk meeting your future adopted son:

[sonknuxadow]

the sonic twitter takeovers are canon when they say something i like and not canon when they say something i dont like hope this helps

[nocturnalmoonmind]

Toph, smug: Katara, let’s play fuck, marry, kill. Haru, Jet, Zuko.

Katara: Fuck Zuko, marry Zuko, kill Ozai.

Sokka: That’s not... THAT’S NOT HOW THIS WORKS.

Sokka: ZUKO ARE YOU INTO MY SISTER-

[bumblebeehug]

I wish we got more like. "Random" teamups

Like in wendys first job, she went with happy and freed. Or in the clock arc, when they were "randomly" assigned teams like Wendy and bickslow and Erza, evergreen and max. Gray and freed etc

I just think it's cool when they mix it up a bit lol

Yeah I definitely wanna see more dynamics. Lucy and Max team up — they work well together magic wise! Lucy pulls up with Scorpio and her stardress, Max just goes loco with his sand stuff. Get Juvia into the mix and we can get an awesome Aquarius-Scorpio attack amplified!! And the three of them would be so fun, Max is just crazy and talkative enough to click with Juvia, and he’s sane enough to reason with Lucy, AND we could see some Juvia and Lucy teamwork again (which we always love)

Jet and Wendy. Sibling dynamic as per usual, but I feel like they could match up attacks really well? Just a vibe though

Natsu and Freed. At first I feel like those two could clash, not work well at all, but once Freed gets the hang of it (Laxus-ish-strength with Bixlow-ish-personality — not an impossible task) he could get some really good tactics and enchantments going. Natsu x brainy partner is always a good move! I was close to put Levy and Natsu together bc they are technically childhood friends, and Levy also has that brainy thing going on + she can use script magic to get Natsu some power ups, but I feel like Natsu would bring Levy’s potential down a notch. So Freed it is!

Gajeel and Laki. They’re freaky weirdos and they become BESTIES. Gajeel loves weird people, and weird people are attracted to Gajeel like a moth to the flame. Gajeel collects weirdos like Pokémon cards (if he can manage Juvia ha can manage just about anyone)

Gray and Lisanna. I just think it would work! They mentioned Lisanna and Lucy were a lot alike, and Gray and Lucy are a great team!! And they’re both creative when it comes to their magic, I feel like even if it isn’t the ideal match (nothing tops water x ice) they could practice and become really in tune with each other. And they’d mock Natsu to death, which is always fun in my book😼

[not-5-rats]

Sugarboo with a Scottish accent. Or at least doing one out of habit cuz I’ve always been good at picking up accents since I was a kid and I would do it for my mum and sister all the time.

Love the idea of SB having a Scottish accent, but every once in a while it gets super intense and the other two can't really understand wtf they're saying.

And obviously they would say/spell words differently than the boys at points which they wouldn't get to live down.

"Oh you just 'nipping tae the shops aye?'"

'colour' 'you misspelt color' 'no. no I didn't 😔'

"Come on lads, yer jus takin the piss noe" "...'scuse me Sugar, what the fuck?"

"Come on Boo just say it again, please" (they said literally anything kinda differently)

(All of these based on interactions I've had with American friends lmao)

[that--unusual-person]

Talk about the Seekers legs or I'm taking Soundwave's cassette door

Seeker leg joints are more complex than the rest of their skeleton since the majority of the work is put into getting them in the air and flying. They are also quick on their feet and just as fast on ground as they are in the sky (some very acrobatic).

Their thighs interworkings are comprised of stabilizers to support them getting into the air without the weight of gravity crushing them.

A good reason why the inside and outside (sides of their knees) are exposed as well as their hips is so the plating of their legs can have room to move while the interior tension rods keep their structures from collapsing during take off. There is also an extra tension rod located inside the shin for the landing gear (landing gear also allows the Seeker to move their extra foot joints if that's how they're built, some won't have this extra tension rod if the landing gear is limited).

The strength of a Seekers legs varies on the size and/or speed of the air craft. A smaller jet could only need two, a medium needs three, and a heavy can need 4-6. Or 8, but only if your a wide load mf (such as Astrotrain, Blitzwing, Lugnut, etc). The tension rods can come in different lengths and sizes (so even if the jet is small but the speed is powerful, their tension rods may be few but thicker).

example: Starscream is a medium-sized aircraft (f14 Tomcat) that needs to exceed speeds of 1,500 mph. he's got three tension rods located in his thighs and one in his shins along with his landing gear.

[in-my-loki-feels]

💙 President Loki + Don

A prompt so nice, I answered it twice. <3 Second fill is under the read more. I didn't set out to have them connect, but you could read it that way.

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

“This is everything?” Loki asked, frowning as he held up one of the many miniature bottles Don had brought home. 

“Well, not everything. It’s a pretty big store,” Don said, sitting beside him on the couch. “I got a few options since I didn’t know what you’d like.”

After sneering at Don’s beer and refusing to even consider the wine at the grocery store, Loki had demanded Don bring home something more potent for him to enjoy on the nights he was there. Don, who mostly stuck to hopps-based beverages, had made a special trip to the liquor store and brought home a variety, though he stayed away from the wildest flavors. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine Loki liking watermelon-flavored anything. 

Halfway through sampling the collection, Loki showed no sign of being affected by the amount of alcohol he’d consumed, other than a light flush in his cheeks. Don guessed it was the different physiology.

Loki snagged the sample bottle of coconut rum, twisted the top off, and downed it with the same determination Kevin and Sean used when forced to take medicine. He made a face after finishing it and threw the bottle over his shoulder. 

“Hey! You don’t have to drink it all, you know,” Don said. “I could’ve finished that.” 

“Of course you would’ve,” Loki said. “You and your horrid taste.” 

“What can I say, I like sweet things.”

Don gave him a sly grin and Loki’s eyes widened when he caught the implication. 

“How dare you! I am not sweet.”

“No, but you are very cute when you're drunk.” And he was definitely getting there, if he wasn’t tipsy already. His posture had already softened out of its usual stiff bearing, leaving him slumped into the couch. Not to mention the bottle he’d thrown. 

“I'm not drunk,” Loki said primly. “As if your Midgardian alcohol could compare to what we serve in Asgard. Now there one could have a drink worthy of a god! Golden ale, brewed to perfection. The finest mead, sweet but not overly so like these abominations.” He gestured at the collection of bottles on the coffee table. 

“Oh yeah? Tell me more.” Don smiled innocently when Loki shot him a glare. 

“Mock me if you dare.” He snatched up another and downed it before Don could warn him. “Eugh! What was that?” 

“Bailey’s,” Don said and chuckled when Loki glared at the bottle like it had caused personal offense. “I like it in coffee.” 

He was expecting the reaction this time, so when Loki’s arm came up, Don caught it, plucking the little bottle from his hand and setting it on the coffee table. 

Loki gave him a look bordering on a pout—Don waited for a lecture about grabbing him—and then his half-lidded eyes took on a calculating light.

“Come here, I need something to chase away that vile flavor.”

Don was more than willing to be pulled closer for a kiss, but his eyebrows shot up when Loki deepened it. Loki’s mouth was a nightmarish cocktail. The Bailey’s and rum were the strongest, but underneath that were hints of gin and whiskey and everything else Loki had had so far. It was very distracting, as was the hand sliding up Don's thigh. 

When their lips finally parted, Don was halfway into Loki’s lap and felt he should be tipsy himself from second-hand exposure. He sat back, watching Loki's expression turn considering.

“All better?”

“I think I need another taste,” Loki said and drew him back in.

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Don should've known the alcohol would be stronger on Asgard—they were gods, after all—but the ale he'd been offered had gone down so smooth, he couldn't resist drinking more. Thor didn’t help by constantly refilling his flagon. 

Flagon. That's a funny word, he thought with a giggle, followed by, Uh oh. The giggling was a bad sign, but also everything was looking a lot blurrier than it had before. Thor suddenly slapped him on the back, nearly knocking him over, and raised his flagon for another toast. Don grinned and did the same. 

When he finished his drink, the room was spinning, so Don put his head down to wait out the dizziness. 

The next thing he knew someone was yelling. 

“He’s from Midgard. Did you give any thought to that before trying to drown him in ale?”

Oh, that was Loki. 

“How were we to know it would affect him so? He showed no hesitation when accepting the drinks.”

That was also Loki. Don giggled again.

“Thing 1 and Thing 2,” he mumbled. Sean and Kevin loved Dr. Seuss. 

Silence. 

“See, he's fine.” That was Thing 2. 

“Brother,” said Thor. 

“Don’t.” Ooo, Thing 1 sounded mad. 

Don made the monumental effort to lift his head. The room was still swaying unsteadily but gradually the shape in front of him resolved into something he recognized. 

“Hiya, handsome.” He tried to reach out to touch Loki’s face and missed. He didn’t realize he’d tipped sideways until Loki caught his arm. “Wuzzat an earthquake?” 

“We’re leaving. Stand up,” Loki ordered.

Don did, or tried to. His legs didn’t seem to want to cooperate. When he said as much, Loki closed his eyes briefly. Uh oh. Someone really was mad.

“Stop. Talking,” Loki snapped and hauled Don to his feet. Don swayed before Loki wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright. 

Don beamed up at him. “My hero.”

A range of emotions crossed Loki’s face but Don couldn’t follow them. Someone snickered and Loki shot a glare in that direction. Don tried to twist around to look, but Loki turned him with the arm around his waist. Suddenly, their guest room was in front of them, where the rest of the dining hall should’ve been. 

“Huh,” Don said. The room spun again as he was deposited on something soft. “Bed? How’d this get here?” 

“Is every thought going to come out of your mouth, or will this stop at some point?” Loki crossed his arms and glared at him. Even irritated, he was unfairly handsome.

Loki raised an eyebrow. Oops, guess that thought escaped, too. 

Don patted the bed. “Wanna join me?”

Loki’s eyebrow crept higher so Don grinned, hoping to win him over. He felt less dizzy now that he was horizontal, but he’d feel even better if Loki kissed him. He always did. 

Loki uncrossed his arms and bent to put one hand on the bed by Don’s head, trailing the fingers of his other hand across Don’s cheek. He rounded out the touch by rubbing Don’s bottom lip with his thumb. 

“Is that so?” he murmured, then lowered himself to replace his thumb with his mouth. 

Don didn’t have that much experience, but he couldn’t remember a time kissing had felt like this, like a fire was lit the moment their lips brushed, one that only burned hotter and hotter with each nip of teeth or brush of tongue. Like he could drown in these sensations, let himself be swallowed up by the hunger that rose up in Loki whenever he got his hands on Don. A hunger only rivaled by the desperation Don felt driven to when Loki drew out their pleasure, tormenting him—

“Don.”

Don blinked his eyes open to find Loki braced over him, once again annoyed. 

“You fell asleep. While I was kissing you,” Loki said. 

“I did?” He didn’t remember that. Wouldn’t he remember that? 

Loki closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then threw himself to the side, landing on his back with enough force to jostle the mattress. Don stared at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled onto his side and felt around for something to put under his head. Now that Loki mentioned it, he was feeling sleepy.

The pillow he’d found rose and fell with a sigh. 

“I hope you have the most monumental headache come tomorrow.” 

The words vibrated through Loki’s chest up into Don’s ear, leaving him with a smile as his thoughts slipped away. 

From this ask game. Other ficlets here.

[missaccuracy]

So obviously Azula and Jet would not get along since she's the opressor and he is the opressed. But do you think, if they got to know more about each other, there would be something they respect about each other? Azula might respect Jet's leadership, his savvy and his willingness to make tough, questionable decisions. And his resistance to get back on his feet after being deprived of so many. Azula might find him strong and not underrestimate him.

I agree. Even though they wouldn't get along, Azula might respect Jet for his will and the fact that he's not afraid to do morally questionable things for what he believes is right. If they had to work together, it could make for an interesting dynamic. Despite their obvious differences, they definitely have some things in common.

[purinfelix]

Franco Colapinto, where his girlfriend gets jealous of his interviews, so she does everything to make him jealous in return.

a taste of his own medicine ⋆.ೃ࿔*･- franco colapinto

summary: you've had enough of your boyfriend's shameless flirting during interviews, and hatch a plan to get back at him for it w/c : 1.3k

a/n: AAAA this is such a cute idea anon - i wrote a good chunk of this a while ago but only just finished the last bit today, thank u for the req and i hope u enjoy !! <333

You wondered if your boyfriend could feel the stone-cold glare you were giving the back of his head from your spot in the VIP lounge - though if he could, he surely wasn't doing anything about it.

Initially, there hadn't been any problems with keeping your relationship secret - in fact, it had been your idea for a number of reasons. You just didn't consider yourself ready to be swarmed and scrutinised by the media or have the title of 'F1 wag' bestowed upon you. It didn't feel right, if anything it felt like a disservice to boil down your relationship with Franco to something so sensationalized. Keeping it private seemed the best decision, at least for the time being. But now, the longer you watched your boyfriend shamelessly flirt with anyone who crossed his path, the more you grew to regret this decision.

You weren't by any means a jealous person by nature, but something about the fact that no one but you had any problem with this situation - and only because they didn't know about your relationship - irritated you. If only you could figure out a way to make Franco feel the same way you were. Just at that moment, as if by fate, you spotted a young-looking boy in a race suit walking casually past the lounge. His carefree walk, curly brown hair and boyish smile - bingo.

"Hey there," you called out, hopping up from the chair you were sitting in and walking over to the boy.

"Oh, hello," he replied, seemingly taken aback by being addressed by you.

"Sorry, it's just that I'm a little new to all of this and," you look him up and down, "you look like you know what you're doing, do you think you could show me around?"

He laughs shyly, hand rubbing the back of his nape. "Well, I mean, alright then, I'm Ollie by the way."

"Lovely to meet you, Ollie." You offer a girly giggle which you try your best not to cringe at as you follow the boy, who begins to walk around the nearest garage.

He begins to explain things, the process of getting ready to drive, the roles of different team members and the physics of the car itself - all of which you could care less about, but you nod earnestly regardless. Along the way, you even offer any mechanic or engineer who seems your age a friendly smile, and even a wink if they're particularly good-looking.

It's just your luck too that all of this is happening just close enough to the media hubs where your boyfriend has been stuck all afternoon. You try your best not to look too often over at him, not wanting to give away the true intentions of this mini tour you're scored for yourself. He doesn't seem to share the same sentiment though, based off of how many times you've caught him stealing glances at you, his eye following watchfully as you laugh and tease your impromptu tour guide.

"And so every element of car design has the purpose of making it as fast as possible, either through aerodynamics or by making everything lightweight," he continues to explain excitedly, and even though you're starting to feel dizzy from all the nodding you give him a quick one.

"Oh, wow!" You say, and before you know it you've landed yourself in the perfect position - within both earshot and line of vision of your boyfriend who seems to be wrapping up one of his last interviews for the night. Now, for the cherry on top.

You watch as Franco finishes saying his goodbyes to the last of the media crew, his eyes now searching the paddock for you. Knowing that he's looking at you, you throw your head back in laughter at nothing in particular and bring a hand up to graze Ollie's upper arm. Though you have his back to him you know your boyfriend well enough that when you feel a hand on your own shoulder mere seconds later, you aren't too shocked.

"Oh, hello Franco," you hum, feigning innocence. "Ollie here was just showing me around and keeping me company, isn't he the sweetest?"

"Very sweet." He grins through gritted teeth, though his strengthening grip on your shoulder says otherwise.

"No problem, oh but hey I forgot to show you just one more th-"

"Thanks, kid, but my girlfriend and I have got to get going."

Trying not to make it too obvious on your face how pleased you were that your plan had worked, you thanked Ollie once more before you felt Franco's grip sliding down your arm and intertwining his fingers with yours. Desperately, he dragged you off and away from your tour guide - who had a slightly confused expression painted on his face as he watched the two of you disappear into the Williams garage. You were amazed by how quickly your boyfriend was walking as he pulled you into his driver's room, shutting the door behind you quickly.

"What was that?" he huffed immediately, not giving you a second to say anything. You only smiled in response, watching his normally calm expression morph into one of frustrated confusion.

"I told you, Ollie was showing me around, you were busy with your interviews anyways," you decide to keep up the act of innocence, though you can tell he's not buying it.

"Bullshit, what sort of showing around involves touching him."

"I didn't think you were watching, those reporters seemed to keep you pretty occupied," you say in a sing-songy tone, throwing yourself down on the couch in his room. You wait for him to respond - something equally sarcastic or quippy, but when you turn to look at him you see him staring at the wall in front of him, eyes furrowed in confusion. Slowly, the cogs in his mind seem to start working as his expression slowly changes into one of realisation.

"You were jealous," he breathes out, turning to you with eyes wide and brows raised.

"Oh pfft- I wouldn't say jealous, bored now that might be more accurate but-" You're interrupted by him taking a seat on the couch next to you, face now painted with a smug look.

"You didn't like that I was talking to so many reporters, did you?" His teasing tone is enough to make your heart race a little, though you try your best to keep calm.

"I'm pretty sure you were doing a little more than talking babe, you were flirting!"

He looks at you with a slightly offended expression, "flirting?" It's almost as if he's just realising what he was doing.

"Uhm, duh."

"Did it really look like that?" His brows curve up into a pleading expression, "I didn't mean to, I swear!" You let out a soft chuckle watching his apologetic expression.

"It's fine baby, just try to be a little less friendly next time - I think your PR team would appreciate it anyway." He nods, scooting a little closer so that he can lay his head on your shoulder. There's a beat of silence before he speaks again.

"You were jealous," he hums, almost as if he's talking to himself.

"Wh- so were you! Poor Ollie is probably terrified of you now!"

"Whatever, he's a big boy, he'll live," he sighs, reaching for your hand and intertwining it in his "Plus, don't act like you're any better using that kid to get back at me."

"Hey, I had to do something before you walked out of that media room with a second girlfriend," you crossed your arms in annoyance, refusing to even look at him.

"You're cute when you're jealous," he laughs, before turning to peck at your jawline. Before you can stop you're melting into his touch, bringing a hand up to brush his curly hair away from his face. It might be a weak apology to some, but to you - to be here with him, in the privacy of his driver's room, away from Ollie, the reporters, and the rest of the world - it's more than enough.

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[demaparbat-hp]

what is your Lee and Kya AU based off of ATLA

I've always been a little bit obsessed with Zuko's journey through the Earth Kingdom in Book Two, especially the time he (and the Gaang) spent in Ba Sing Se. The city, the people, the Dai Li, the conflicts... Everything is amazing. I love Jet's arc, and I never get tired of seeing Zuko (however briefly) feel happy and complete with a humble life.

There's beauty to the simplicity of life, and I'd like to explore that with ZK.

Book Two AUs will always be my go-to. From reluctant-travelling-partners to Bluetara-in-Ba Sing Se—I love all of it, so it's only natural the Lee and Kya from the Tea Shop AU came to exist.

The AU itself is only a bunch of scenes in my head so far. Of all my AUs, it's one of the most focused on the vibes and characters than the plot itself. That's not to say there's not a story involved. It's just not my main focus.

It's one of the most common Book Two AUs ever. Zuko and Katara are separated from their companions, find each other and travel together to Ba Sing Se, learning how to work together and falling in love along the way. Nothing new there, except for a few scarce scenes that are so precious to me and, by extension, to the AU itself.

They get help from Uncle Iroh and the White Lotus to get to Ba Sing Se, but they go alone (he'll eventually join them, just not for a long while). No Uncle Iroh = no Jasmine Dragon = more time in the Lower Ring.

There's also a lot more of Jet (and his antagonistic, one sided crush on both Kya and Lee), and possibly some spy/informant work for the White Lotus. Also short hair Zutara because we need more of that.

For some reason, Katara isn't searching for the rest of the Gaang (maybe she believes them dead, or perhaps they were forced to leave her behind at the Swamp and her deeply ingrained abandonment issues resurfaced).

Zuko is Tired with a capital T. Tired of the war, tired of trying, tired of everything.

Uncle Iroh is off on some obscure White Lotus business, and he trusts them both enough to draw them into the Order and ask for their help.

So, a little drama, some spy shenanigans, and lots of fluff.

[just-jetfire]

Hello again! This is an anon with question about shuttles culture. You have very interesting ideas, just like the user from the reblog! I will offer some of my own, hopefully not very silly ones:

Shuttles are rarely in the company of other shuttles due to long flights, so they are more used to being in the company of other Cybertronians;

They are most often quite unpretentious to the place of rest, so it is not unusual to see recharging shuttles in hangars or even in the open air, some are recharged in alt modes;

A sign of special affection is help with washing, as it is difficult for shuttles to clean themselves because of the large wings and backpacks. Despite the presence of washes, cleaning each other is a common ritual;

The need to process data from multiple sensors in flight in the processor has led to the fact that shuttles are very good at complex and monotonous data processing in other areas. Which helped Skyfire quite a lot in his scientific work.;

Usually, the calm behavior of shuttles is a sign of either initial programming when a spark appears, or subsequent behavior correction, since a big evil Cybertronian is a big problem. Which, however, does not prevent them from periodically losing their temper under appropriate circumstances, as demonstrated by Skyfire in the cartoon.

I love these! Especially the grooming each other thing! I love that! This is awesome!!!

[erisenyo]

Jetko week prompt: Jet gets some new clothes

“Do you know how hard it was to get my hands on one of these?” Zuko snaps as he wrestles out of his teashop uniform, moving fast enough to tangle himself in the still-unfamiliar ties. “Let alone two? Two full ones?”

“Oh, should I care about all the work you put in?” Jet calls back from what passes for the living room in this barely-one-room apartment, tone snide and full of jagged edges. “It's important just because it was hard?”

“Well, you’re the one who wants to sneak into the Upper—” Zuko presses lips flat at the smack of fabric hitting the wall and kicks his own teashop uniform into the bathroom wall, which is much less satisfying. Agni, if Jet wrinkles the uniform Zuko spent two weeks acquiring—as if any administrator under Azula’s purview would dare to—

“I bet you don't even know,” Jet hisses, words dripping venom, “what this position is called.”

“It’s—” Fuck, Zuko can never keep the middle administrative levels straight once they start talking the military-adjacent hierarchies. “It’s the territorial adjunct—” Or is it the secretary? Assistant? “—to the, uh—the city administr—”

Jet lets out a wordless, angry noise and Zuko lets out a growl of his own, frustration tight over his skin as he tries to find the proper underlayer amidst all the shades of black and red and gold.

“I don’t hear any better ideas from you!” he snaps, shoulders tight and fingers buzzing with adrenaline.

“A better—! We can just fucking—”

“Shut up, the walls are—”

“We can just break in!” Jet shouts.

“You agreed!” Zuko yells over top of him as he shrugs into his first layer, fighting through the flounces and volume and this tiny fucking room and if he didn’t need this fucking mirror— “You agreed that undercover would be easier!”

“Well maybe I changed my mind. Or," Jet adds, voice saccharine sweet, "are only you allowed to do that?”

Zuko nearly tears the silk of his collar in reflexive anger. “This isn’t about—”

“Oh, isn’t it?”

“You said you wanted—”

“Maybe I change my mind about that too!”

"And you said you'd tell me if you did!"

"Maybe I lied! That's a thing we do, right?"

"You can't keep bringing that up! You said you forgave me!" Zuko slams out of the bathroom feeling like his fire is trying to claw its way out of his skin. "Why are you—I don’t see why this is a big deal for you!”

“You wouldn’t,” Jet hisses at him, bare-chested and pacing with restless energy and so clearly furious, so clearly spoiling for a fight that they don't have time to have, that Zuko can’t even fucking enjoy it. "I'd like to see you try."

“You’ve worn disguises plenty before,” Zuko scowls, ignoring the stung feeling in his chest as he ducks back into the bathroom. “I’ve seen you.”

“Oh, so what? I have to like it now since I did it once?"

"That's not—"

"Like you didn’t bitch about your hair? Every day, 'oh, my honor', 'oh, the shame', 'oh, my family'—”

“And I did it, didn’t I?” Zuko snarls, barely stopping himself from turning to hurl his newly-acquired hairpin right into Jet's face. He forces himself to face the mirror instead and his hair growing out in its new Earth Kingdom style, shoving away the sharp feeling in his chest at the sight and about the act of dragging it up into a Fire Nation topknot because he doesn’t have time for that. "I listened to you, didn't I?"

"Oh, is that what you call—"

"And I did it!"

Jet lets out a savage noise. “Well you can do this too, then!”

“We don’t split up!” Zuko shouts, his frustration threading through with a tangled confusion because— “After Jin and—we agreed! We don’t—”

“Don’t tell me my own orders!”

“Then don’t act like they don’t apply to you!”

“Don’t act like you know anything!”

“And don't get mad at me for not—you said you’d tell me—”

Another furious noise. Then the crash of their one chair being kicked over and the thunk-snarl of Jet punching the wall and Zuko squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his hands flat to the narrow walls on either side of him and pushing, arms too-cramped and straining and frustration and anger and confusion boiling up in him, his fire practically choking him with the need to—

Zuko exhales a long, purposefully controlled breath. Then he forces himself to shove his fire back down, to relax his arms. To let his hands drop back to his sides, to lift his head, to open his eyes, moving step by step until he can focus on how the fuck this middle layer of robes is supposed to tuck and Agni, how masquerading as a palace majordomo was easier than this...

“Look,” Zuko says into the tight silence, carefully not thinking about the memory of Jet's hands smoothing his disguise into place or the reality of Azula looking for a single thread out of place, “I know it—it probably feels like a risk,” he says, the peace offering sitting awkwardly on his lips, the even-indirect admission of uncertainty and discomfort and the fact that Zuko knows how much Jet loathes feeling out of control, “But just—trust me, okay? I know how we’re supposed to look.”

He holds his breath a moment, sighing when there’s no answer and just feeling…tired as grabs his sash and ducks back out of the bathroom. “And look, I can show you what to do, okay? I can make sure…that…we...”

For a moment Zuko thinks he must be dreaming as he takes in the utterly incongruous sight of Jet fully dressed in front of him, every inch of his adjunct to the territorial overseer uniform—that’s the name—perfectly put together. Sash tied with the correct knot, sleeves adjusted to the correct angle, not a wrinkle in sight or strand of hair loose as if he smooths his shaggy hair back into a Fire Nation topknot every day.

“I do not,” Jet bites out, tone nearly vibrating with barely-contained fury, “Need your help.” His gaze scrapes over Zuko. “And your overlayeer is tucked wrong,” he growls, slamming out into the hallway and leaving Zuko staring numbly after him.