#bato

Wake up! A new wanted poster just dropped!

Happy WIP Wednesday after *checks notes* 84 years! I have two fics to share snippets from:

won’t wait for time (we’re living for tonight)

“Are your parents Southern?” Bato wondered. Everyone’s eyes widened, and Bumi stammered out, “Uh, my mother is, but um…she’s very nomadic. I don’t suppose you’d know her, she’s always been a traveler, ever since I was young.” This was true. Between her months of travel during the War, becoming the best healer the world had ever seen, and being married to the Avatar, an Air Nomad, his mother was quite the nomad herself. In a way, they all were—even aside from Tenzin, none of them could settle in one place for very long. They all itched to travel, to see the world…and they could also adapt pretty easily to changing circumstances. The perks of being half Air Nomad and half Water Tribe, Bumi thought wryly, recalling how their friends would teasingly call them cloudbabies to cement the point. A rush of longing swept through him at the memory, and he forced himself to keep smiling through it. “It’s very hard,” Bato said softly, casting his gaze from Bumi, to Sokka, to Katara, “being away from home. Even if it’s to help the Avatar.” “Yes,” Bumi agreed, his voice thick, “it is.”

That's right, the Bumizumi AU is back in business :D everyone cheer

and poor Bumi is very, very homesick 🥺 good thing the Gaang + Izumi are there to support him

Lucy AU ESB fic

“Chewie, get up here! Switch over,” he added, once Chewie had taken the co-pilot’s seat. “Let’s hope we don’t have a burnout.” “And you say we’re not encouraging,” Lucy muttered. Thankfully, though, the Falcon started up just fine, and Han grinned triumphantly. “See?” Leia scoffed. “Someday you’ll be wrong, and I just hope I’m there to see it.” “I don’t!” Lucy protested. “I’d rather hear about it from afar, thank you very much!” “No sense of adventure, Kenobi?” Han teased. “An admission that one day you’ll be wrong, Solo?” Lucy retorted. “Just get us out of here, if you’re so confident.” “Working on it! Chewie, punch it!”