#hukki

It dawned on him, then, both achingly slowly and yet with a suddenness that almost stung. He watched her laughing and realized that he wanted to hear that laughter every day (and hopefully be the cause of some of it). That he never wanted to sit at a breakfast table that didn't have her there, smiling excitedly as she told him her plans for the day. That he wanted to know what she thought of every piece of art he would ever make. That he wanted to stand by her side for every single scheme she could possibly come up with (either to help or be a voice of reason). That he wanted to listen at the door as that voice sang children with those gray eyes and that same wide smile to sleep. That what he wanted right now, more than anything else... He'd never be able to say afterwards which of them moved first. One moment they were looking at each other, the laughter in their voices dying in a slow but barely perceptible breath, and the next her hands were on his shoulders and his were at her waist and their lips were pressed together in a kiss that was soft and gentle and decisive and effortless. It only lasted a moment-- or maybe an eternity-- and then they both pulled away just enough to lean their foreheads against one another, gazing into each other's eyes. He noticed a slight wetness in her eyes, and he might have self-loathingly mistaken it for sadness or disappointment if he didn't feel the same moisture gathering in his own. And that's when Huan-- cautious, hesistant Huan, who never made a single decision without thinking and reconsidering and worrying over it for at least a week or two-- said the easiest two words of his life. "Marry me." It should have felt reckless and impulsive and crazy. Anyone else probably would have thought so, but in that moment he couldn't bring himself to care. He was ready to be home. Ikki smiled, pulling away to wipe at her eyes. "I was going to say that," she said, giggling. "I can't let you say everything first," he said, standing and reaching out a hand to help her up. She took it with a smile, leaning on his shoulder as the two of them walked away together.

Silence blanketed the room as the whirlwind of preparations came to an end as Ikki's family (and family-to-be) all made their way to their seats. Her mother was the last to leave after sliding a heavy beaded necklace around her neck and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Ikki took a deep breath before turning to look at herself in the mirror. It was the first time she had seen herself since stepping into the room and for a moment, she almost didn't recognize who she was looking at.

"You look beautiful," her father said, startling her gaze away from the mirror. "Are you ready?"

Ikki looked back at her reflection, her gaze trailing over the places where air meet earth in her wedding attire, before she nodded. "Let's get this party started," Ikki replied, skipping over to her father's side.

A glimpse through the door behind him showed the wedding ceremony where Huan was waiting for her. Her nerves dissipated as eagerness took its place. Ikki grabbed her father's arm and half dragged him from the room.

Hukki handholding #29, request from @ljf613

Huan: Ikki we shouldn’t run in the rain like this we could-

Ikki: Oh come on Huan! Don’t be a party popper we are going to get home completely fine let’s go!.

It’s my first time drawing them so they are not perfect but I enjoyed drawing this sketch.

The great artists of the world are never Puritans, and seldom even ordinarily respectable. No virtuous man — that is, virtuous in the Y.M.C.A. sense — has ever painted a picture worth looking at, or written a symphony worth hearing, or a book worth reading

Can I be honest and say when I read ‘term of endearment’ the first word that popped into my head was ‘bitch’. Go back to sleep, bitch. (This is def something my friends would say to me lovingly.)

On a more serious note, this prompt is kinda dark tones and made me really sad. Trigger warning for trauma/nightmares.

32- "Go back to sleep, (term of endearment)." Hukki

Ikki gasped and shot up, feeling her sister’s name stuck in her throat. She took a deep breath and scrubbed the tears from her eyes.

Not real. Not real. Not real.

Even years later, she still had nightmares. Reaching out for her sister’s falling, unconscious body. Sometimes she wouldn’t make it in time.

Sometimes the scenes would change, and it was Dad or Rohan, sometimes it was a man in a mask taking their bending. Sometimes it was a man taking her very breath from her lungs.

She hated these nightmares. She hated that her brain would bring up her worst memories and replay them, twisting them into something more sinister.

Ikki could clearly picture the fear in her sister’s eyes, and her heart clenched in panic. Her sister, her best friend, who she looked up to and Ikki didn’t know what she would do without her—

A sob escaped her throat and she clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes falling to the sleeping figure next to her. But it was too late, Huan was blinking his eyes open.

“Go back to sleep, hon.” Ikki whispered, tucking his hair out of his face.

He ignored her suggestion and sat up, flicking on the lamp. “Another nightmare?”

She sighed and nodded, eagerly slipping into his offered arms. Hearing his heartbeat put some of the anxiety to rest.

Huan didn’t ask her to go back to sleep, or if she wanted to talk about it. He knew better than that by now. So instead he brought up other topics to distract her until she couldn’t see Jinora’s falling body behind her closed eyelids anymore.

They stayed up for a while, softly talking about their plans for the day, or something funny Meelo said, or who won the last pro-bending match.

So here’s another ship I have never ever written! I have to say, it was tricky but interesting. I hope I managed to pull off at least a glimmer of their dynamic. Anyway, 18 days to 24!🌼

Oh, hi!! I'm so so happy to be put in the niche chip group!

I gotta admit I'd never thought of ships with the air babies, because well, they're pretty small during LOK, and everything I've thought about post-canon has always been far from Tenzin and his family. More focused on Lin, Bumi, or the Fire Nation royal family.

I have to admit (just searched for it) it looks like a lovely pair!!

I can totally see Ikki being very understanding of Huan's passion and "rareness" and he could embrace her romantic view of the world. Just two odd little birds finding each other.