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Five years after the war, Fire Lord Zuko accidentally agrees to be temporarily cursed in an attempt to help the near extinct dragons. He needs a healer to help get him through one summer of regular transformations. Katara, of course, is the best one for the job.
Even if she exacerbates certain side effects; even if the side effects may require a new arrangement.
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“You are sunlight, and I moon
Joined by the gods of fortune
Midnight and high noon
Sharing the sky
We have been blessed, you and I”
— Miss SaigonSeven years after the war, fragile peace forces Katara and Fire Lord Zuko into a political betrothal neither expected but both agreed to. What begins as duty slowly unravels into something deeper, as two young adults—once enemies, then friends—navigate letters, loyalty, and the quiet pull of midnight toward high noon.
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The Space Between Tides or, what fire does when it meets the sea by AngelWynn
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
18 Apr 2026
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"I think about you," he said. "More than is appropriate."
The city continued its business around them, indifferent. She could hear a distant tram, a restaurant's spillage of laughter. The magnolia tree dropped a petal onto the stone between her knee and his.
"For how long," she said.
"Longer than I've allowed myself to think about it clearly."
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“Rin, is that you,” he whispers.
The man chucks off his hat, leaving no doubt in Osamu’s mind: this is Suna Rintarou, alive and well and not six feet under like Osamu believed him to be.
Osamu’s shoulders sag in relief, the weight he'd been carrying all this time vanishing at once. He rounds the bar to walk towards Rintarou, arms outstretched in a welcoming hug.
“Rin,” he calls again, the name rolling off his tongue so tender and bare.
His cheeks hurt from how big he’s smiling. He’s aware he looks like a lovesick idiot, but this is Rintarou. He found Osamu again, after all this time.
A cracking noise rings out suddenly, the sound thundering through the quiet atmosphere of the saloon.
There’s no mistaking that sound. Osamu looks up in panic—not again, he thinks, opening his mouth to yell at him to take cover, when a sharp sting tears through his gut.
It burns ugly and knocks the air out of his lungs; he stumbles back, arms still open in an awaiting embrace.
A flash of silver. In Rintarou's right hand is a revolver, still smoking from the shot he aimed at Osamu.A ghost from Osamu's past returns to seek revenge for a crime he didn't commit.
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It’s a terrible, very bad idea, but he chooses to ignore that. He’s just glad Atsumu choose his own room. He has no idea how messy this will get, and he doesn’t want to ruin his sheets.