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[cartoonfangirl1218]

A Day at the Carnaval

Author’s Note: If you were here during the early days of Eoa you might recognize the kid ocs of the former pizzaandsunshine and @lovelyrugbee. So they are totally not mine, just letting everyone know. Nonetheless, hope y’all enjoy. 

Streamers, flowers and party horns decorated the street. Feathers and music filled the air and all manners of walking “animals' ' danced to the infectious samba rythemns. Yes it was Carnaval Day and the small family caught a break from the cheers and applause that came with appearing on the royal family float to be hidden among the throng. 

Bianca was gleefully enjoying a flan in a small wicker container while Julian more daintily licked his mango ice cream cone which the worker swirled into the shape of a macaw to match his sisters’ vibrant outfits.Now it was a headless macaw with all of Julian’s licking. Elena and Mateo opted for more subdued outfits with him donning his usual red wizard robe to be decorated in feathers at the shoulders and tail-end. Contributions by his children so it looked like he was a little more in tunewith the celebration. Elena forgoed the animal theme by wearing a filmy golden number and several star-shaped jasmines in her hair echoing the blinding light of the sun. 

They had already rode around in several of the impromptu amusement park attractuins though the couple drew the line ar a particularly unsteady swing contraption that shot its riders up in the air in a circle before putting them back down to throw up in the nearest trash can. It looked too unsafe and they managed to take the kids away despite their puppy dog pouts. 

Luckily, it had been lunchtime by then so they brightened their faces with some delicious tapas and desserts. Elena even mischeviously attempted to smash a piece of cake in Mateo’s face which he quick-wittedly slapped her hand back and she ended up smashing it back in her own face. Still delicious though. 

Now they roamed the streets, cloaked in relative anonymity with their masks though if anyone knew Elena, they’d recognize her beautifully-made, one of a kind outfit. As it was, people barely glanced at her costume among the feathers and fur or they admired its uniqueness. Everyone was too involved in the celebrations of the day. 

“Well, what do you want to do next?” Mateo asked, discreetly swiping a taste of ice cream with his pinkie finger. 

Elena winked, letting him know that she caught on to his sweet finger and they smiled. “Your papi’s right. We can do anything! Rides, one of those ring tosses or we can go back to your tias and go around town again in the float. That’d be fun,” Elena suggested. 

“How about we try one of those water squirting ontests?” Mateo asked their children who eagerly nodded. 

What Elena didn’t mention was that she had always had a small attachment to the water squirting games when she saw them at festivals. 

When she had started fencing around 8, her mother decided to use the water squirters as an impromptue lesson in teaching her how to aim. She had been having trouble with that, the point of her foil veering off course from the aim in mind. It had been frustrating and she had begun to dread when her mother said they were going to fence again. 

Her mother was not oblivious though and decided to pause their fencing spars. After all, Elena wouldn’t be fencing professionally any time soon and she wanted her daughter to have fun.

So her mother cleverly took an opportunity that presented itself when the annual All-Kingdoms Fair came around. She and Elena would play the squirter, her mother offering advice on how to concentrate and soon Elena was winning. They were having fun competing and ‘accidentally’ drenching the other. 

So when it came time for fencing again, Elena’s water aim transferred her to her fencing. She learned to visualize what she was seeing, not letting her enthusiasm overwhelm and just look at where she wanted to hit. It worked and she had looked for that water squirting booth at every festival since. 

They soon found it as Elena had taken note of its location near the edge of Castillo Park and expertly led the group there where coincidentally there were five targets, enough for the whole family to do. 

They too their seats. Bianca bouncing with anticipation before Ana Lucia reminded her to focus. The bell rang and they began. Hunched over, tongues peeking out, teeth clenching, eyes squinting as they balloons connected to the targets began to fill with water. Elena’s balloon popped first bursting water and victory as she jumped into a small victory dance. 

Julian got second, Mateo third, Ana Lucia fourth and Bianca fifth which she frustratedly hit the water squirter with her hands, pouting. 

Seeing Bianca‘s pouty face, Mateo handed four gold coins to the booth owner and they took their places again though Elena he;d herself back a bit as did Mateo. Though some others had obnoxiously touted their own parenting advice that it was wrong to hold yourself back for the sake of sparring your kids feelings, they can’t win all the time and must deal with disappointment—But it was a lighthearted day so why not let them win?

Julian came up first the second time but Bianca won the third round and they played enough times till Ana Lucia could get her victory before finishing. That would have been that but the barker called out, “Wait! You guys are good. So for just seven gold pieces, one of you can try to win this!”

He pulled out an adorable stuffed alpacamundi almost the size of Julian and the kids immediately squealed. 

“But be careful. This target is going to move so choose your aim wisely,” He drawled, placing the stuffed animal on a stool of honor beside the booth attracting curious onlookers. 

“I’ll do it!” Mateo volunteered/ 

”Are you sure. . ?” Elena teasingly nudged him, “I do seem to be the best at it.”

A competitive sparkle entered Mateo’s eyes while a placid smile spread across his face, “I can handle it.” 

The group huddled around Mateo as he took position, eyes following the zig zagging balloon, his fingers clenched so tightly on the squirter that Elena thought they might have to pry them off later if he cramped. 

However, a mischievous idea sparked in Elena’s head and she couldn’t help but give in to the urge of messing with Mateo’s concentration. 

“Careful with the right, left, right pattern,” She whispered which Mateo immediately jerked back, the water balloon deflated. 

He shook his head, scrunching his shoulder to cover his ears though that did little to block her voice. 

“Ooof you better go doubly fast to keep up.” “Shuuush!” 

“Mmmm like you tried to shush when we sneaked into that alcove and. . “ Elena purred, trailing off so Mateo can remember the rest of that steamy embrace. The blush creeping up his neck and burning his ears red were clear signs that he remembered every moment. 

Then to her surprise and some delight, he grabbed her by the waist and with a deep low bow, he abandoned the game to kiss her. 

Perhaps it was the sponteninty, the suddeness but all of Elena’s limbs melted against him, savoring the fervor. 

She pulled away a bit lovestruck, watching Mateo pay the barker another seven coins and won the game with the onlookers capping appreciatively from both performances even as the kids ‘ewwed” and hid their faces at their parents’ ickiness. 

Mateo gifted ge alpacamundi which needed all three kids to care for it. Elena slipped her hand to gently pat Mateo’s butt once and flashed a feline smile which he looked even more proud to have recieved her smile than a stuffed animal. 

The four automatically started walking towards the royal booth, once again admiring the sights and the people around them and a familiar song picking up in the air. 

Crowds dispersed to the sides of the road as a giant jaquin float rode around the corner with the royal family. 

They picked up their pace, Ana Lucia and Bianca singing athe top of their lungs as they ran while Julian struggled to keep up. Mateo swung a giggling Bianca up to Francisco’s waiting arms while Elena took Julian and Ana Lucia who cautioned her not to muss her feathers.

Elena lept on and helped to grab Mateo’s hand with Isabel until they were all on the float, its rolling motion unsteadying Elena for a bit as she got used to standing on a moving vehicle again. 

She threw her hands over Mateo and Julian’s shoulders, pulling them close in a family hug as they swayed to Love Always. 

Voices raised, Elena felt her eyes grow misty as she looked at everyone around her and the joy that was suffesed in practically everything. Mateo’s smooth tenor combined with Julian’s young alto and the sopranos of her daughters created delicious harmony that Elena wished she could pause this moment and rewind so she could hear the one note where it felt their voices soared across the blue sky. 

And the words. . . hearing this song after playing one of her favorite amusements from childhood, well she felt safe. Secure in the familial love all around and listened with an almost child-like belief that the words were all true. 

Which they were. Love binded them all together.

It was the best feeling in the world. 

[elizabethsnowflake]

When did you start shipping eleteo? because it is OTP!!!v3

Initially, as soon as the animated series came out, I was for Gabe and Elena. but then I lost interest in the animated series in principle, because it seemed to me that everything here is banal and predictable. One day, after a long break, I came across some amazing art with Elena and Mateo from Lovelyrugbee. I liked them so much that I decided to give the animated series a second chance and reviewed it. And I found such an amazing connection between these two characters! at that time there were only 2 seasons and the third was about to come out, so I arrived on time! Since then, Elena and Mateo have sunk into my heart and to this day are a huge source of inspiration.

[staffcommandershepard]

So I commissioned the Tokka queen herself @lovelyrugbee to draw me a piece to go with my fic and I am absolutely in love with how it came out!! Give her all of the love in the world <3

(also check out her insta and reach out to her through there for a commission!)

Currently working on Missing in Action along with a companion piece for that in the works, if you’re interested!! 

[chrissybell648]

MY QUEEN! @lovelyrugbee @lovelyrugbee-art 👑

MY HEART AND MY SOUL!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ How BEAUTIFUL is this Reylo picture the GORGEOUS Jenni drew!! 🎨

She is just BEYOND talented! 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I can't stop SCREAMING!

[camelottree638]

The Royal Family Portrait (Ana Lucia, Bianca and Julian belong to @lovelyrugbee-art and @pizza-n-sunshine -if I forgot someone, please tell me)

[lostbutterflyutau]

I've cheated and I've lied I've broke down and I've cried I've got nothing to hide no more I've loved and I've hurt Broken people down with words More grace than I deserved, for sure

Known to be crazy Known to be wild Papa had himself A little devilish child Ain't no stranger To the troubles at my door

I've been at the wrong place At the wrong time Chasin' all the wrong things Most my life Been every kinda lost That you can't find But I got one thing right

Been the kind of girl Guys’ mamas don't like Runnin' with the wrong crowd On the wrong nights 'Cause I've been wrong About a million times

But I got one thing right... You

(Art by @lovelyrugbee​. Used with permission.)

[fromageinterrupted]

Y’all need to see this! This is a commission by Lovelyrugbee and I’m very happy with it. Plance in the fall! (Please do not repost)

[gijinkagal]

Commission the outstanding @lovelyrugbee did for me! I wasn’t too sure about this pairing at first, but they’re really growing on me ; w ; <3

[avatraang]

Summary: Toph stills. “You did this for my baby?” Her voice is a whisper.

Swallowing, Sokka nods. “So that they’ll have something to remember us by. So they’ll know how we felt.”

[A gift of Sokka’s, to Lin. Traced from the moment of creation, to the moment of relinquishment. Oneshot. Written for Tokka Week 2020, Day 4: Vision, Art.]

Notes: Tokka Week 2020, Day 4: Vision, Art. I originally wasn’t gonna write a fic for today, BUT @lovelyrugbee published some BEAUTIFUL tokka art, and I was inspired. Check it out here! My fic has nothing directly to do with her art, but it was just so beautiful that it moved my shipper heart to submit my own piece for today, lmao. 

Due to this being written so last minute, this fic is not beta’d. So if you see any mistakes, it’s all on me. Please forgive me in advance.

I used the prompt “Art” heavily for this fic, but the last few scenes could definitely include the prompt “Vision” as well. I’ll leave it up to interpretation! The Toph/Sokka interactions are not very heavy in this fic… but it’s definitely still got that Tokka goodness we love, lol. You’ll see what I mean. Without further ado, enjoy.

Preview: “What is that?” Zuko asks Sokka one day, leaning over his desk to peek at the swell of color Sokka is adding detail to.

“Nothing.” Sokka’s response is quick; he tucks the sheet of paper away, where prying eyes can’t find it. But it’s too late; Zuko’s good eye had settled on the paper as a whole, and he registers the subject of Sokka’s musings in one quick second. “It looks just like her.” He smiles, just a bit.

Sokka looks up at Zuko. Sunlight pools into the room; Zuko’s palace is very open. “You think so? I think she looks too nice.” He hesitantly brings out the paper, allowing Zuko to look at it again. Toph stares back at him, eyes closed, laying down on what he thinks must be a rock. Her hair is loose, fanned around her. He sees her small nose, sharp jawline, plump cheeks, and the bangs that fall in wisps on top of her forehead. The drawing is definitely Toph, right down to the meteorite bracelet that Sokka’s drawn on her arm. She’s smiling up at them. She looks happy.

“What do you mean?” Zuko frowns. “Why is that bad?”

Sokka shakes his head, “It’s just… I don’t know. It looks like Toph, but it doesn’t feel like Toph.”

Zuko pauses for a moment, digesting his friend’s words. He adjusts the top knot on his head. Glancing back down at the drawing, he understands what Sokka is trying to say. “Hm. I see your point. Maybe it’s the smile? Toph doesn’t really smile, she more… smirks? Or smiles at your pain? I don’t know. It’s not ever really a princess-y smile like the one in the drawing, though.” Zuko pauses, “I don’t know if that helped. Sorry.”

Sokka shakes his head, “No, yeah, I… I think you’re right. That might be it. Thanks, man.” He takes out a blank sheet of paper, preparing to start all over again.

“Why…” Zuko hesitates. “Why are you drawing her, anyway?”

All at once, Sokka stills. Then he bursts into action, rising from his chair.  “I think Aang was looking for you,” Sokka responds, rapid fire, while motioning towards the door. “It seemed pretty urgent. Probably some Fire Nation-Avatar stuff, right? You better go look for him before the world falls apart!” He practically pushes Zuko out of the room.

Zuko sighs, looking back at Sokka, who’s made his way back to his desk. Whatever, Zuko thinks. Some things are better left a mystery.

Ty Lee’s head pops out from the tree under which Sokka is sitting. She’s always loved the palace gardens. She’s dangling from a branch, a happy smile on her face as she takes a glance at what he’s drawing. “What is that?” Ty Lee asks. Sokka looks up at her. He’s got a frustrated look on his face, a paintbrush clamped between his mouth. With a tired sigh, he takes said paintbrush from between his teeth and pouts.

“You can’t tell?” Sokka groans. “This is awful.”

Ty Lee’s eyes narrow. “Hold on.” She says, and swings herself back up into the tree. She disappears from Sokka’s sight, but a second later she reemerges, landing on the balls of her feet, the grass cushioning her touchdown. “Okay, now I can see better.” Sitting down next to Sokka, Ty Lee inspects the drawing. “Oh! That’s Toph!” She proclaims, looking at Sokka’s masterpiece. Ty Lee takes in Sokka’s handiwork. Toph is lying on a rock, her hands behind her head, hair loose around her. Toph’s eyes are closed. Ty Lee thinks she looks very relaxed. There’s a playful smirk on her lips, as if she’s imagining a fight that she’s (obviously) winning. Tilting her head, Ty Lee takes note of the detail Sokka’s put into the drawing. The light scar Toph has on her neck is visible in the drawing, and Toph’s feet look just the right amount of dirty. “It’s so good!” Ty Lee gushes. “You’re so talented!”

Sokka sighs. “Thanks.”

She pinches her lips, confused. Sokka’s never sounded so down about being complimented. “What’s wrong?” Ty Lee asks, glancing back at the painting. She tries to find an imperfection in it. Except for Toph’s nose being slightly crooked, and her left ear being a little wonky, Ty Lee can’t find any.

“It looks like Toph, but it doesn’t feel like Toph.” Sokka shakes his head, “Yesterday, Zuko said that maybe it was because I had her smiling and not smirking, but I fixed that, and it still doesn’t feel right.”

“Hm.” Ty Lee taps the side of her left cheek. Inspecting the drawing, a long silence settles, before she brightens. “Oh!” Triumphant, she taps the earth that the drawn version of Toph is lying on. “She’s not earthbending. Earthbending is integral to Toph’s aura.” Ty Lee’s tone is matter-of-fact. 

Sokka looks as Ty Lee, impressed. “Huh. I would’ve never thought of that. Thanks, Ty Lee.” Standing, Sokka curls up the sheet of paper, ready to head back to the palace, where everyone else is. Everyone else. The thought of everyone in one place makes Ty Lee happy; they should have reunions more often.

“Of course!” She smiles up at him. “Why are you drawing Toph, anyway?”

His eyes narrow. “That’s classified.” The sun is blinding behind him.

If Ty Lee were still fourteen, she’d launch into incessant teasing about how he must have a huge crush on Toph to be drawing her so intently. After all, paintings last longer. But Ty Lee has aged gracefully, so instead, she simply smiles. “Okay. Well, if you need any more help, just come find me!” Waving, Ty Lee watches Sokka go.

His aura has always been similar to Toph’s. Maybe that’s why him drawing her doesn’t surprise Ty Lee too much.

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[rmg91]

lovelyrugbee replied to your post: <.< >.> Random Eleanteo/Matena Headcanon time!!...

Mateo did say he knew how to dance the Sambarosa! ��

I know! My bestie and I had a few dance headcanons some months ago (Donno where they are in our chat tho...) and I just randomly remembered to post the one I remembered X3 Also that song is like officially on my Matena playlist and I can’t help but imagine them dancing to it :p

[chrissybell648]

HOW AM I ONLY JUST SEEING THIS! 😍🔥

 Here it is, Part II of the Tokka fanfic comic based on the story[ THAT NIGHT ] a bonus story of [ CHOICES. ] I recommend reading both to get some insight on what’s happening in this fancomic. Damn, nocturnal-eyes and lovelyrugbee did such a wonderful job. I’m so grateful for these two!  Go check out there tumblr pages and browse their fan art. You won’t regret it. 

Hopefully, we’ll have Part III up quicker, but no promises. By the way, things are getting steamy and yes, Mai and Zuko are witnesses… Hope ya’ll enjoy. Much Love! 

Here’s a link to [ Part I ]  [Part III]

[shasta627]

Happy Birthday Jenny!!! @lovelyrugbee

Here's a little drawing I made in honor of your special day 😉 Thank you for being my personal motivator and encouraging me to keep writing, and for also inspiring me with your amazing artwork to practice my own drawing skills 😊 I hope you have a wonderful day, amiga! The EoA fandom would not be the same without you! 💕

[camelottree638]

Elena and Mateo's kids Ana-Lucia, Bianca and Julian belong to @pizza-n-sunshine and @lovelyrugbee-art. I made the story acording to my basic knowledge of their characters. Nardo and Marisol Nunez are my OCs.

PLOT:

Naomi and Gabe have a holiday in the mountains of Norberg, where the kids enjoy snow for the first time. Nardo and Marisol can get into arguments and Gabe comforts his daughter. But on the way back to Avalor the ship is attacked by pirates and Marisol realizes how much her brother loves her when he bravely defends her from the pirates.

Meanwhile, at the palace Mateo tells his kids the story of how Elena was freed from the amulet. Elena watches, remembering the first time Mateo wore his Prince Consort suit the time they posed for the Royal Familty Portrait which hangs in the library. Esteban is in the library as well and Elena dreads the time she has to open up about the past. Ever curious about magic, Julian asks Esteban about dark magic and he reluctantly explains his former betrayal, the tme he fought magical battles agains Mateo and Elena before he was allowed to come back. When a storm hits the castle Bianca and Julian are scared and soothed by their parents. Though being the drama queen she is, Bianca quickly pretends to not be scared at all. Ana Lucia is the most adventurous of the three and Julian has an overeager fascination with magic, his lessons with Olivia often end in explosions.

Naomi and Gabe have arrived and they are welcomed with open arms. During the celebration Elena and Mateo announce the date for Ana-Lucia's ceremony to become Crown Princess, a fact her sister Bianca is not happy with. She is certain that her horse-riding, spirited sister could never be a propper princess like her. At dinner Bianca and Nardo form an unlikely friendship (considering Nardo and Ana-Lucia's similar personalities) that grows over time.

[cloudshapedpatch]

@mamirugbee​ ma’am please don’t hide these wonderful tags im dying

[sunjaesol]

because your kiss is on my list

alternatively: four times juke snuck up on each other for affection and the one time they didn’t have to | based on the achingly beautiful fanart by @lovelyrugbee

1. 

Luke was being manic again. And not in a cute: “Oh my God, he’s so passionate about music!”-way, but in a: “He might actually tear his eyes out from these infuriating lyrics that aren’t working”-way. Every once in a while, songs didn’t flow out as easily as they usually did. The topic was a bit trickier, or the instrumentals didn’t mesh, or something was just off. Julie wasn’t too stressed about it. They had plenty of time to rework and fix things before the gig in two weeks. 

Unfortunately, Luke didn’t have the same mindset. 

He has been holed up in the studio all day, cramped on the windowsill to the point of submitting himself to a hernia and scrapping writing scrapping scrapping scrapping. The sound was infuriating, Alex being the first to poof out and Reggie following soon after when Ray became far more interesting than a guitarist going haywire. Which was sad, cause her dad was just unloading groceries. 

Alright. She had to do something. Standing at the doors of studio with a somewhat amused expression, she took in as her boyfriend was oblivious to the world and her. In any other situation, he’d notice and compliment the orange dress she was wearing. She thought about calling his name, maybe singing or jamming her fingers on the piano, but then a better idea came. A fun one.

Quietly slipping closer, a mischievous grin crawled on her lips. Thank God she was barefoot, or else her sneakers would’ve squeaked against the cement floors. He still hasn’t noticed her, the pinch between his brow so deep and lost in thought. 

Three, two, one... 

“Ah!”, she cried out like a warrior, snapping her arms around him from behind and snatching the damned songbook from his grasp. Before he could react, she smacked a wet kiss on his cheek and added a “Mwah!” for good measure. 

The startled Luke began chuckling, trying to get his book back, her peppering more kisses on his cheek in retaliation. He had to get out of this funk! Breathe a little! Turning his cheek to look at her, he smirked. “Sneaking kisses now, Jules?”

Julie hummed against his skin, eyes sparkling. Whispering in his ear, she said: “Stop breaking your head over these lyrics and relax. We have time.” 

His smile softened, gaze tracking the way she hugged him and then- “I like the dress you’re wearing.”

Ah, yes. There he was. 

2. 

Julie Molina truly made the afterlife less boring and a whole lot more bearable. Which became really apparent whenever she had an avalanche of homework and couldn’t hang out. Luke loved his boys, but damn did he miss his girlfriend a lot now. If the situation were different (you know, had he not been head over heels in love with her), he’d poof up to her room and annoy her until she came to the studio. Alas, he respected his girlfriend and her interest in getting good grades, so he had to deal with it. 

Bleh. “Dealing with it” was like a curse word to him. 

He hasn’t seen her all day though. She left early for school and didn’t pass by the studio when she got back. All he needed was a quick look and talk and maybe a hug and then he wouldn’t be so antsy. 

(What he’d give to wrestle her into cuddling right now. He was honestly blessed he found a girl who saw all of his need for affection and then gladly gave triple the amount.)

Yup. Screw homework. He had to see her. Without telling the boys, he stood up with a huff and poofed out. The offended “hey!” from Alex he ignored. 

Dropping into Julie’s room, a smile instantly bloomed on his face at the sight of her. She was on her bed, textbooks and notes splayed out in front of her while her curls danced with each breath she took. Even when tired, his girlfriend was pretty as hell. 

“Hey,” he grinned.

She didn’t look up and mumbled: “Hey.” A page turned. “What’re you doing here?”

Luke sat down on the edge of her bed, far enough so her pens wouldn’t roll away. “Haven’t seen you today. I missed you.”

This time she did look up, her weary eyes softening and smiling. “I missed you too. I have homework though, so...” The implication was there: please leave so I can finish. His hope for a hug quickly dwindled.

“Yeah,” he muttered, not ready to go back and get slapped by Alex. “Uh...” His eyes fell on her right hand, slightly more outstretched then the other. It just... laid there. Teasing him. Freaking tantalising him when he knew how good it felt whenever those fingers brushed his cheeks or raked his hair. 

It happened before he thought about it. Crawling onto the mattress, he snatched her hand and pressed soft kisses on the knuckles. Julie caught his gaze again, that smile he loved so much melting into an adoring puff - like she couldn’t believe this idiot was her boyfriend.

He didn’t mind being her idiot.  

3.

Sometimes, Julie was just that more adorable. Like now, with her hair spread around her shoulders and that small smile stuck on her lips and her eyes that seemed impossibly soft today. All for him, only for him. 

Sure, it was probably because they were working on one of their personal songs, but the fact remained that his girlfriend still left him rendered speechless months into dating.

“What if we try it in a lower key?”, Julie proposed, nodding at his guitar. 

The song in question was a song about them. It wasn’t so lovey-dovey that it would turn the guys off, but it was still blatant. Only they would write about ‘the sea glass green of his eyes’ and ‘the smile that put Mona Lisa to shame’. 

He did what she asked, her singing the same verse again. It held more depth now, soulful and lively. The rasp in her tone made it playful and egged him on to join, like it was truly banter between lovers put to music. It was them. It was her. It was-

Luke abruptly stopped playing, pushed his guitar aside and grabbed onto her. She hardly had time to chuckle as he pressed his lips onto her forehead and held her as tight as possible. Warmth filled his chest, that strange sensation of being loved and loving back twice as hard, as she clutched his body. He almost got choked up. Here he was, in the sundrenched studio with the girl he adored playing the music they created together and she was singing it in such a quintessentially ‘them’ way. No one but them would ever truly understand the magic they conjured. How it was only explained through grins melting on skin and the giddy skip in his heartbeat. 

“What’s that for?”, she smiled. 

His hand trailed from her back to her cheeks with an elated shrug. How could he explain to her her ‘Julie-ness’ was dialled up to two hundred without sounding insane? Caressing the skin, he murmured instead: “I guess you’re just irresistible today.”   

Her eyes squeezed shut at his words, like she was embarrassed how much delight it brought her, and pressed her face back in his shoulder. 

Letting that giddy skip in his chest kiss her again, he gently pulled away to sent her a wink. “Let’s finish ‘Wicked Love’, yeah?”

4.

“So, Flynn’s been thinking-”

“Mh-hm.”

“-about a new poster for the gig we’re playing. The old one is a little amateur and she made some new concepts. Wanna see?” Julie held her phone at his face, his hand leaving the strings of his guitar to gently push it back. Falling back on the bed, she frowned. 

“Maybe later, I’m figuring out this progression...” His back bend over his guitar again, only giving her a view of the black muscle tee. 

When Luke told her he wanted to hang out that Saturday afternoon, she had hoped it would be a bit more ‘Julie and Luke’ and not ‘Luke and His Guitar’ - alas, the girlfriend was competing with a piece of wood and some metal. While texting Flynn about graphic design was fun, it was time for Luke to start doing what he promised her.

Then again, she was a sucker for music talk. “Why don’t you try switching up the chords? Start with G instead of C.”

He tried it out, a grin crawling on his cheeks. “Yeah... yeah, that works. Thanks, Jules.”

“So?”, she sang. 

“Hm?”

With a sigh, she grabbed onto the strap of his guitar and gave it a tug. Luke’s neck rolled backwards in surprise, catching her playful smile.  

Chastely pecking his forehead, she said: “Your head is in the clouds.”

The teasing look of his matched hers. “You’re kissing my head right now.”

“Mh-hm,” she mumbled, loving the way his hair had that perpetual scent of apple and something inherently Luke. Kissing the locks, she added: “And you’ll be getting a lot more if you actually start hanging out with me.”

His book and instrument slid off his body just like that as he speared her into hug. Luke collapsed onto her body with the cutest grin and she knew she caught him. Their laughs chimed throughout the house for the rest of the day. 

+5.

Luke poofed onto her bed with a grin, his girlfriend automatically snuggling into his side and finding each other’s lips with ease. For a beat, they’re cherished the quiet passion shared between them. They didn’t need to do a lot to feel loved by the other. 

He pressed his nose into her curls. “How was school?”

“Good,” Julie whispered against his neck. “How was the studio?”

“Chill. Reggie scared a spider.”

She giggled, the sound making his grin widen and hide his face so she wouldn’t see how ridiculously giddy she made him. Turning her head so she’d see him anyway, her nose scrunched. “I know you’re smiling.”

“That’s my line, Molina,” he huffed, the teasing glint shimmering in his eyes. 

A signature brow quirked. “You got that on paper?”

He didn’t miss a second. “I love you.” He didn’t need to ponder or linger or rewrite or scrap or workshop the thought. It wasn’t even a thought. It was a truth and he’d repeat that truth over and over again until the universe knew it too and kept it in their books for centuries to come. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her. 

The smile that came was worth the truth, how her love for him broke through without a moment of hesitation. Now she’d say the same, over and over and over again, so the universe knew they were talking about each other and would always keep their names together in said books. 

Julie kissed him again, long and sweet and as easy as breathing. Her utters were barely audible, but his heart caught it. “I love you too.”

Locked in their embrace, they shared earphones listening to their favourite music until they fell asleep. (How Luke could fall asleep, but only when in her loving touch, he wouldn’t question. Some oddities of the universe were best unsaid.) 

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i love ur fics, & i have a few questions. 1) Do you still ship toph and sokka? the fanbase has perished and you're literally one of THE legends coming back. 2) Did laikusseia, lovelyrugbee, savvyseverine, and rhoeysama leave tumblr? i dont think they're active anymore, but i want to know if they moved accounts 3) if you've looked into the tokka and linzin fandom, do you want the old fandom back, or do you like the new one?

Thank you!! 1. I do still ship Tokka- majorly, but I've lost some hope in ever having them become canon even though I used to be convinced they would be after Su was introduced.... No matter! That is what fanfiction is for! 2. I don't know that they *left* but I know for sure that they all still post art regularly on instagram! Find them below: laikusseia lovelyrugbee savvyseverine rhoeysama

3. I want the old fandom back! The tags are slowwwww these days. I miss the hype. Maybe once Avatar Studios starts releasing stuff we will see an uptick!