They're Besties, Your Honor.

im sorry i literally cannot get this out of my head since last night

when katsuki and izuku survive puberty and their moms can finally plan some joint family trips again yuppp

my type

tired men who need a fucking break/sleep:

injured men who need a fucking vacation/retirement:

has this been done yet

First time smut writer: Um. Hope this is OK? It's only a bit of smut at the very end of the epilogue and you can skip it, it's ok. So sorry, um. Oh dear me. Please don't judge me. Nobody read this omg what have I done 😳

Seasoned smut writer: *ringing bell* Come get uR PORNOGRAPHY! 10k pwp, it's KINKY AS HECK so share it with all your friends!!! If you've got any suggestions for my Kinktober just drop it in the comments, I will write whatever wet, messy & DOWNRIGHT FILTHY fic about these two idiots 👏

My one true AtLA wish is for Katara to not have noticed that the Jasmine Dragon was run by Iroh and Zuko in disguise until “Lee” was standing right in front of her serving her tea and, like that one Perry the Platypus and Doofenshmirtz scene, she can’t attack him because she too is bound by societal conventions to not cause a scene in a nice public fine-dining area (after all, the Jasmine Dragon is in the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se) so they just make awkward small talk until she leaves or the end of his shift because Katara orders multiple cups of tea in order to pseudo-interrogate Zuko whenever he brings it over (as quietly and fake-politely as possible) and because Iroh undeniably makes the best tea. Katara walks away thinking “Zuko’s a pretty ok dude once you get past all the teenage angst” and Zuko walks away thinking “Did I just make a friend?”