#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.

[emthimofnight]

this goddamn baby picture of rocket i love him

POV ur Jet the Hawk meeting your future adopted son:

[tiger-balm]

@ nhljets : we asked eric comrie some questions

[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]

plsplsplspslpsl write calling bf barca boys (pedri, fermin, joao) + jude bellingham "bro"

"bro"

featuring: pedri, fermin, joao, gavi (i had to include my bby sorryyy!) and jude warnings: teensy bit cringe at times, be warned ...

a/n: once again apologising for being ia, but an eternal thank you to anon and every one else who's still interacting with me and sending me requests!! trying my best to get through them, thank you all for your patience &lt;333

You don’t remember how it had happened honestly, the two of you had just been hanging out in his bedroom, a situation you had come to find comfort in since its frequency had become almost like a routine to the two of you. The air outside was cool, giving the two of you an excuse to curl up together under the blanket and binge watch episodes of your favourite show in a comfortable silence. That was, of course, until you heard the chime of your phone - causing you to perk up out of your boyfriends arms.

“Bro, could you get that for me?”

Pedri

Honestly he doesn’t think much of it at first, since your guys’ relationship has always been pretty casual in the way that you both trust each other enough not to overreact. He reckons that it probably slipped out by accident, and given that it’s what most of his teammates and friends call him, he doesn’t react that much. Sure, he noticed it, and filed it away to the back of his mind as a sign that you might be mad with him but he’s a pretty calm boyfriend only offers an amused eyebrow raise.

It’s only when he leans over and grabs your phone do you realise what you’ve said - but only decide to double down on it to get a reaction out of him.

“Thanks bro,” you say as nonchalantly as you can manage when he hands you your phone, immediately going to respond to whatever message had caused the notification sound. And at first it seems like he’s not going to indulge your obvious bait for a reaction - of course until you hear the rustle of bed sheets and his strong arm snake around your waist.

He lets out a soft mumble that roughly translates to - “What is it baby?” - as he buries his face into the crook of your neck in a loving, yet almost pleading manner. It doesn’t take long for you to give in to his charms.

“I’m only messing with you,” you giggle, patting the top of his head reassuringly.

Fermin

If there’s one thing you know about Fermin, it’s that he’s observant. However, another thing about him is that he’s a sly little shit. So whenever he feels he can sense you trying to prod at his temper it only ends in him serving you back your own attitude.

“Of course, bro,” he says, and even though you’re not looking at him as he turns to grab your phone, you can tell he has a wide smirk spread across his face.

You only give him a knowing look, and try your best to maintain your composure while stifling your laughter - but the minute he drops your phone into your hands you know he’s not going to back down on this.

“Thanks, dude,” you quip.

“Any time, my man.”

Silence, and you’re trying to figure out your next comeback while ignoring the weird way him calling you ‘my man’ made you feel. You feel oddly stupid for starting a game you know you couldn’t keep up with, but luckily your boyfriend has already caught wind of this by the look of amusement on his face.

“Something wrong, mate?” he chuckles as he leans over to peck your lips that you hadn’t realised had formed a pout. All you can do is sigh in faux-exhaustion before erupting into a fit of laughter.

Joao

It’s only once he’s reached over to grab your phone, that he clocks the odd new nickname. Immediately, but silently, his mind starts racing through the possible reasons as to why you’ve bestowed it upon him - did he do something wrong? He did only kiss you twice before leaving for training that morning, and he did accidentally move away from you when the two of you were cuddling earlier. He’s worried, but he’s also up to play your game if need be.

His grip on your phone tightens, and you hear his voice low, daring - “What was that darling?”

You truly meant it as an accident this time, and he manages to snap you out of it with his words. “Oh, sorry, babe,” you correct yourself and he nods as if to silently say that’s better.

You get your phone from him, and a quick kiss on the cheek before he settles back to wrapping his arms around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck so he can look at your phone next to you.

Gavi

Whilst something like being called “bro” might not matter to most other guys, it definitely did to your boyfriend. His reaction to your words was immediate, his head whipping up from where he had been laying beside you, eyes round and pleading.

“What?” his voice was quiet, almost unbelieving and you had to try your best not to laugh at how dramatic your boyfriend’s reaction was. Still, a small chuckle escapes your lips, only making you feel worse as a small pout forms from his lips.

“Sorry, it slipped out,” you reassure him, reaching up a hand to stroke his cheek lovingly. He furrows his brows as if to pose the question - are you sure? But you only take this as a sign to mess with him, just a little more.

“What, you don’t like me calling you bro?” You’ve completely forgotten about your phone at this point.

“No, definitely not.” He’s oddly serious when he says this, but this only adds to how amused you are by this situation.

“Alright baby,” you hum out your apology, trying your best to further express this through your thumb on his cheek - and luckily he seems to get the message. Before you know it, he’s melted back into your arms, your fingers curling lazily around his hair.

Jude

“What?”

Jude is quick with it, turning to you immediately as soon as the word leaves your mouth with an expression that makes you realise your mistake all too quickly.

“Bro?” he asks again, almost daring you to repeat it, but the shocked laugh he lets out reassures you he isn’t taking it to seriously - only getting an unfair amount of amusement from your mistake.

“Whatever, babe, there,” you say in mock-annoyance, not wanting to let him get the better of you.

“Nuh-uh, you called me bro,” he pushed, leaning in close to you, his voice teasing.

“It was an accident, okay?”

“Sure,” he hums, finally grabbing your phone and handing it to you, all the while having a stupid smirk on his face, “I’ll just have to start calling you mate or something, yeah?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter through pouted lips and he finally gives up the act, settling back by your side and pecking your cheek as an apology.

[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.