#A few months later Hakoda left her to go back to the wife and son he had left behind in the South. He didn't know Kya was with child.

[the-firebender-girl]

Thick As Thieves (Zuko x Reader)

-> In which Azula got her redemption arc and gets to be the cool aunt.

Zuko has been equally dreading and anticipating this day for months. The day his sister will finally be released from the asylum on a nearby island. She was continuously monitored and deemed stable now, safe enough to roam free again and insert herself back to society. His last encounter with her a few years back wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience so he doesn’t know what to expect now, will it go awry again? or has she really turned a new leaf? guess he’ll find out sooner than later.

His worries extend far beyond his own discomfort of facing his deranged and misguided sister because he also has others to worry about, he’s got his own family now. A wife, a daughter, and a son. His wife had briefly met Azula when she tagged along with him at one of his visits but he can’t say the same for the younglings. Izumi and Isao, the new beloved princess and prince of the Fire Nation, his pride and joy.

Being a father suprisingly comes natural to him despite his dreadful childhood and having no father figure to look up to. He learnt a lot from watching Hakoda though, he owed that man a lot. Especially now that the closest thing that he has to a father is gone. Uncle Iroh decided that he had done all he could in the material world and chose to ascend to the Spirit World, leaving his mortal body behind and letting his soul make a new home there.

It was a decision that Zuko supports wholeheartedly, but still sometimes he wishes that Iroh is still around to guide him with his wisdom. Now he has this world of ruling and fatherhood that he has to navigate on his own, hoping that he won’t mess it up.

“Love, are you ready?” Y/N’s gentle voice broken his train of thoughts, pulling him back into the real world.

“Yeah... just thinking about... things” He replied lamely, reaching out for her hand which she gives. He always love playing around with her fingers, the contact brings him comfort.

“Don’t get lost in your head too much, okay?” She said, giving him a tender smile.

He stares back at the love of his life appreciatively and gives her a sure nod.

“I just... I don’t know how to feel, it’s like i’m scared of expecting anything if it’ll just put myself up for a disappointment. You know how much of a wildcard she is” Zuko said timidly, looking small and more vulnerable than he has been for years.

“I know Zuko, this must be soo confusing for you, i’m scared too but we’re in this together right? I’ll be with you every step of the way” Y/N assure him, trying to subdue his worries as much as she could. Rubbing comforting touches at his shoulder.

“Spirits, Y/N. What did I ever do to deserve you?” He leaned his head back a bit so that he can nuzzle it into her stomach.

She hums, “I don’t know, you must be a hero or something with what a great catch I am” She grins teasingly, easing up the tension.

She considers it as a triumph when her husband lets out a scoff of disbelief, “Woman you are unbelieveable” Shaking his head at her.

“Part of the charm, love”

To that he can’t help but burst out laughing.

Oh the married life.

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Azula stood on her own two feet, no longer bounded by straitjacket nor in a wheelchair. She stood as a free woman now. She wouldn’t go as far as to say ‘free and changed woman’ because some things just scarred too deep too remove but the therapies she undergo definitely did some good. So was the time she spent away from the capital and from the expectations she used to bear.

Now she stands face to face with Zuko, all out in his Fire Lord regalia. It suits him, not that she would admit that out loud, her pride is still very much intact after all.

“Should I bow to you now?” Her voice sends a cold chill running through Zuko, despite being locked away it seems that his sister managed to keep the bite in her.

“According to formalities you should, but no” He replied, feigning indifferent.

“Whatever you say, Fire Lord Zuzu”

Zuko’s composure cracks at the sound of his childhood nickname combined with what is now his title, one of his eyes twitching in annoyance. From his peripheral vision, he saw Y/N raising one of her hands in front of her mouth to hide her growing smile and a laugh that threatens to escape.

Even the guards who are standing by and thus being a part of this reunion seems to have trouble doing their part after witnessing this exchange. The sound of giggling little voices reaches his ears, at this he softens and put his hands on Izumi and Isao’s shoulder.

“Now who might these be?” Azula said as she redirects her line of vision to the source of noise, raising both of her eyebrows expectantly.

“This is my children, Izumi my eldest....” Zuko said while patting her head lovingly then he moves to do the same to his son, “And Isao, her younger brother”

Azula’s eyes roamed over them, taking in every features as if sizing them up, then she stops when she reaches their faces. Molten gold meets its exact pair, a courtesy of the royal family (superior) gene pool if she say so herself. That eye color might as well be their trademark after all.

“Well hello there little ones, i’m Aunty Azula” She said as she carefully took a step closer towards them. The guards almost block her away but Zuko raised his hand to signal them to be at ease and let her pass.

Izumi shrinks back, scared but at awe at the same time at her aunt’s cat-like movement. It’s soo smooth she looks like she is gliding across the floor and now she’s in front of them in no time. She may be 7 but she’s old enough to understand things, things that she heard people say in a whispers about her aunt whom she never met before. And that is enough to make her reluctant.

Izumi looked to her right at her little brother but Isao doesn’t show the slightest hint of being unfazed. In fact he looks intrigued.

There was a small awkward silence moment before a huge grin bloomed on Isao’s face, making his puffy cheeks even more prominent.

“Hey there aunty! i’m sooo pumped to meet you” He said innocently, excitement oozing from his very being.

Azula is caught off guard by such a welcoming reaction, this is not something that she expected at all. She never even realized her inadequacy in dealing with children until she’s finally forced to face one. What’s the first thing that she should even do? feed them flaming fire flakes? use them as target practice? Agni, Zuzu better not do anything stupid like leaving her with any of them.

Y/N watched as her sister in law seems to be frozen in place, looking at her son as if he’s an alien being. Who knew that the great Azula will one day be stupefied at a mere interaction with a 4 years old child? well the more you know.

“Sooo... lunch, anyone?” Y/N said, a pathetic attempt to break the ice.

Azula just walked past them without a second glance. Making her way inside the palace that she once called home, with Isao tailing behind. Small feet attempting to catch up to her long strides. Zuko and Y/N shared a glance at each other, to which he just shrugs and they too follow after her.

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A week has passed since she came back and Azula is adjusting pretty nicely, well people still cower at the sight of her and most of them stay as far as they can but not that she mind that.

Well everyone except this little bugger called Isao aka his brother’s second spawn. He loves following her around and looking at her with those annoying big round eyes, think that would work on her too huh? too bad she hates children. He really doesn’t know what’s good for him.

Tonight they’re having a family dinner. To formally celebrate her coming back or whatever. At least the food is good. The mouth-watering scent of smoked sea slug, roast duck, komodo sausages, extra spicy fire noodles, and fruit tart filled the air. It’s starting to look more and more like a feast instead of a nice and quiet family dinner. Trust her brother to always make a spectacle out of everything.

Azula was minding her own business, scooping bits of this and that into her plate when the empty chair beside her got dragged back by a pair of small hands. Isao’s round face greeted her as she watches his sorry attempt at climbing the chair. Grumbling, she picks him up and put him securely on top of it before he hits his head on the side of the table or something.

“Thanks Aunty Azula!” He said, giving her his signature wide grin.

“Ughh whatever kiddo”

Azula turns her attention towards the head of the table where Zuko and Y/N are currently sitting, haven’t yet realized that their son has disappeared from his designated chair.

Azula clears her throat, that successfully got their attention.

“Zuko, Y/N would you mind giving some help over here? it’s trying to bond again” A hint of awkwardness creeps into her voice, face scrunching, she’s even shifting left and right in her seat.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “It’s got a name, Azula and he’s your nephew so play nice”

“B-but....” Before she could voice her protest, the couple has already turned their attention away.

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, Isao’s curious stares burning into her.

Once she opens her eyes again, the boy is already stuffing his mouth full of sausages.

“I guess i’m stuck with you then” She said defeatedly as she watches him happily munching his food down.

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“You know you look exactly like your father when he was little” Azula said to the boy whom she’s babysitting, it pains her to even think about this. What were Zuko and Y/N even thinking when they decided that leaving their son to her care for the day is the best idea. Does she look like she’ll make a good nanny? Spirits, the audacity.

This carbon copy of Zuko is currently sitting beside the pond, with two little feets dangling in the water, creating small ripples here and there. The turtle ducks happily swam around him, waiting for him to throw in another good measure of breadcrumbs.

“Yeah I know that! Grandfather Iroh used to say that a lot” He said to which Azula scoffed and tsked under her breath, “Grandfather Iroh”

“Of course of course....” She said while lazily drawing patterns on the grass, “Good ‘ol Grandfather Iroh”

Isao stops his feeding session and crawled to where Azula is sitting.

“Do you know that my name means ‘honor’ or ‘meritorious’ ? How cool is that huh!? father picked that out himself” He said, wide eyed. Visibly bouncing in his seat while giving her this piece of information.

Azula lets out an incredulous chuckle as she shakes her head, “Of course Zuzu would choose something like that as a name, your father was obsessed with his honor” Drawling out the word obsessed to make her point clear.

“But I think it suits you, little one. So there’s that” She said giving him a shrug. That earned her a smile and Isao makes an exaggerated air fist pump, clearly pleased.

Azula reached out for the picnic basket that Y/N has earlier prepared for them, taking out the wrapped mochi and some tea. She then gives it to Isao, right on time as she hears his stomach rumble.

“Hungry are we? the mochi looks delicious but too bad the tea is already cold”

“Not to worry about that Aunty Azula! I got a little trick I can show you”

Imagine her surprise when fire sparks out of his fingertips, dancing on the bottom of the teapot, warming it quickly to a nice temperature.

“What?!?! how did you do that?” She said still pretty much in shock, watching as the fire slowly dies down.

“I once watched Grandfather Iroh do it, I haven’t figured out how then but now I can do it on command”

This boy really has no idea that he just executed a firebending trick perfectly didn’t he? warming up tea is a complicated form of art, it has to be done perfectly for the leaves and spices to fully release its essence. Such a raw talent in someone so young.

Come to think of it, even if he knows, he wouldn’t have thought about it too much nor dwell on it. If Azula got it right, Zuko’s eldest is a non-bender so Isao most likely or not has no experience in watching a firebending training.

“Kiddo, you can firebend? is there any other tricks that you can do?” Azula asked in an encouraging tone, this attitude is unusual coming from her but even she can’t deny that she has developed a soft spot for her nephew.

“I can create little fire here and there or warm myself up if I needed to but that’s all” Isao replied, looking her straight in the eye.

Azula hums as the gears in her brain is starting to turn, “Would you like me to teach you some things?”

Isao jumps up and down in excitement, this is all soo exciting! he is actually bonding with his aunt.

What an interesting turn of event indeed.

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They are in the middle of a rather pleasant dinner that night when Azula decided to break the news to her brother and sister in law.

“Do any of you know that your son is a firebender?”

The reaction that she earned is priceless, Zuko starts choking on his food whereas Y/N’s jaw dropped open, mouth forming a perfect O-shape.

“He hasn’t shown any sign of firebending abilities, we thought he’s a non-bender like his sister” Y/N answers for her husband because Zuko is still trying to clear up his air pipe.

“Firecracker, why don’t you show the trick that I taught you earlier?” Azula said to Isao, beckoning him with her fingers.

He excitedly nodded and turns to face his parents. He took a deep breath and concentrate, sparks of fire lights up from his fingertips. Slowly he guides the fire into forming a small circle in front of him, the circle then starts to take shape into a dragon, a fire dragon.

Y/N gasps as the shape becomes more and more prominent, flying across the dining hall but never too hot to burn anything. It’s an incredible thing to watch, she is indeed a proud mother. Even Izumi is enjoying the show, her eyes following the dragon’s every movement. Zuko is at loss for words, he can’t believe that his 4 years old son not only can firebend, but he’s damn good at it too. Azula may have discovered his potentials, but of course it’s up to him to mastered it.

Isao can only holds the form for 5 minutes before the fire burns out, after all he’s still young and has a lot more to learn, but that display is enough to make everyone clap their hands.

“Firecracker, you are marvelous! told you they’ll love it” Azula said as she moved one of her hands to tussle his hair teasingly.

Both Zuko and Y/N rushed from their seats to engulf Isao in a hug, Y/N peppering little kisses all over his face, meanwhile Zuko looks as if he’s high on cactus juice.

“Father, mother...stop....I can’t breathe” Little Isao complaints as he attempts to break free.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Y/N said as she bends her knees so that she can be at head level with her son.

“I want to do it right, mother. That’s why I learned some new tricks first before I showed it to you. I don’t want to accidently burn something” Isao replied.

“And you will do it right, son. I’ll make sure of it” Zuko said as he gaze at his son fondly.

“Yeah! you’ll be a great firebender, brother” Izumi joins in and smiles encouragingly.

Azula can’t help the small smile that tugs at her lips. This is a scene that she and the palace walls never got to witness before, a loving and supportive family. Zuko has done it right.

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That night as Azula makes her way down the corridor of the Royal Wing and passes by Isao’s slightly ajar bedroom door, she can’t help but sneak a peek.

The little boy is being tucked to bed by his mother, Y/N who sensed the presence of someone else turns her head around and gives her a small smile.

“Would you like to wish him goodnight, Azula?” Y/N asks her, inviting her in with a nod.

Azula nodded back and let herself in, meanwhile Y/N stands up and gives Isao a kiss to his forehead, “Sleep well my little prince” Azula can hear her whispers the word softly.

After that Y/N walks out of the room. Azula took a few steps closer to the bed and sit at the edge. Hands rubbing comforting circles at his blanket-covered feet.

“You know you’re literally a mini Zuko but I like you much much better than him, firecracker” Azula said in a teasing tone.

“I’m glad you think so Aunty Azula because I like you too! people said you’re scary but I don’t see it, I think you’re a nice person”

Isao’s words got Azula holding back a choked sob, her eyes starting to get watery. No one had ever told her that she’s a nice person. People just see her as this monster, even her own mother.

Coming back here was a hard thing for her to do, she never had a home anyway or anyone to come back to. That does not comes as a surprise to her of course, her family is as dysfunctional as they come anyway. But this little firecracker proved her wrong. Maybe she too deserves to belong somewhere after all she’s been through.

Azula gives him a smile and a kiss to his head, “Sleep well, firecracker” to which she got a “Goodnight Aunty Azula” back as a reply.

As Azula steps out of the room and closes the door slowly, she turns around and came straight in contact with Zuko, nearly tumbling to the floor.

“Why you..” Azula started before Zuko puts a finger in front of his mouth in a shushing motion, reminding her not to wake up Isao.

Zuko made a motion for her to follow him and she did, they walk side by side along the hallway.

“He’s really fond of you, you know” He said, staring straight forward.

“Agni knows why, but despite him being your son he is actually.... tolerable” Azula said curtly.

“You know you should learn to express yourself better, sister. Some emotions won’t hurt you”

“Are you just gonna lecture me or is there a point to this conversation?”

“Fine, fine” Zuko said as he rolls his eyes in a childish manner, “Will you be Isao’s firebending teacher?”

Azula stopped on spot, “Did I just misheard you or do you actually trust me enough to train your son?”

“Hey, you’re a great firebender! no one can deny that. I can’t think of anyone better to be his master, your moral compass might be crooked but that’s what me and Y/N are here for, right” At this he earned an elbow shoved to his chest.

“You don’t have to be so abusive you know” He mutters.

Azula gives him a grin, satisfied that she caused him a slight pain.

“I’ll teach him, not because you asked me to, but because I genuinely wants him to be even greater. He’s got potentials, Zuko” Azula said, more serious than Zuko has ever heard her.

“Yeah I know that, he’s a great kid”

Azula and Zuko look at each other, sharing a silent understanding, and gave each other a nod.

Zuko reaches a hand out for her to shake, “Truce?”

With no hesitation, she reaches out her own hand and take it, “Truce.”

They both then part ways but before Azula turns around the corner, Zuko speak up again.

“Hey, Azula?”

She turns around and raised one of her eyebrow, silently asking him what.

“I’m glad you’re here.... welcome home” Zuko said, giving her a small smile before he turns around and walk to his chamber.

Azula stood in that same spot even after Zuko’s silhouette has disappeared. Contemplating to herself, before letting out a sigh and a smile that is actually meant for her brother despite him not being able to see it.

“I’m glad that i’m here too, brother.”

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A/N : I’m a sucker for Azula’s redemption arc so I can’t resist myself from writing this one. What do you think about it? would like to hear more from all of you darlings ♥️

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[konggodzuko]

Momtara & Dadko

Hello! Back with some more fics, just in time for Zutara month!!! This one is a piece of an old WIP on mine, modified a but and chopped down, but I still think it’s a cute fluffy thing. Ao3 link 

Story:

When the airship had descended to about twenty feet above from the snowy airfield, several crew members rappelled out to the ground, meeting the airfield’s ground crew.

“—and now, the they will work together to use the ropes the aircrew came down on to pull the airship a few more feet and then fasten it down,” Zuko explained.

There was a burble in response, then a small, yet strong hand grabbed his hair and pulled.

Zuko barely reacted, only readjusting the baby in his arms before pulling the hand away from his hair, and muttering, “No, Ursa, don’t grab Daddy’s hair,” before smiling, “Well, you seem to be in a better mood now, Moon Peach. Come on, let’s get back to Mommy and your siblings.”

The father and daughter left the observation deck and made their way through the ship to the royal family’s cabin.

Zuko opened the door and was relieved to see that things had calmed down a bit from earlier. Twelve-year-old Kya was reading a well-worn copy of Love Amongst the Dragons, while seven-year-old Haruki was working on a large drawing of… something he couldn’t see from this angle, and three-year-old Kiviuq was playing with animal toys.

Katara was sitting by the cabin window, and alternated between reading a document — Zuko was fairly certain it was a report on Nationalist movements in the Fire Nation — and staring out the window with a slightly giddy expression.

The entire family was dressed in Water Tribe blues, but the parkas had been foregone as the airship was still warm. Splashes of purple, red and gold accented the blues, to pay homage to the family’s mixed heritage.

The room itself was stately and well-furnished — reflecting the scaled-back royal aesthetic Zuko had come to prefer, with a distinct Water Tribe influence in the decor — but still rather cramped for a family of six used to having a full palace to themselves.

Zuko entered the room and Katara looked over at him, “How is she?”

“She’s fine, we were watching the airmen and ground crew bring the ship in,” he tickled Ursa under her chin, causing her to squeal happily, “And Ursa found Daddy very interesting, right?”

“Mama!” Ursa suddenly called out through her giggles, “Mama!”

Katara put her scroll aside and walked over to the pair. Ursa held out her arms and made grabby hands, so Katara plucked her daughter from Zuko’s hands and began peppering kisses all over the baby’s face.

“It should just be a few minutes before we disembark.”

Katara pulled away from Ursa and said, “I hope so, I want to be out there already,” she smiled at Ursa and started to coo, “isn’t that right, Moon Peach? Mommy is soooo tired of this cabin, and I bet you are too!”

Zuko gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the mom and daughter and moving to look over the shoulder of Haruki, “What’re you working on?” The drawing was clearly supposed to be a human, or at least humanoid, but the head looked odd, even for a seven-year-old’s drawing, colored a green-blue with big red eyes. It reminded him of an insect.

“It’s my costume!” Haruki proclaimed, “It’s what I’m gonna wear to fight bad guys!”

Zuko raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Mmhmm!”

“Where’d you get this idea?”

Haruki turned, and looked at his dad with large eyes that sparkled in wonder, “Kya told me about the Blue Spirit and Painted Lady! And how they fought bad guys all over the Fire Nation after you became Firelord!” He gasped, “Did you ever meet them?”

Zuko glanced off to the side, internally cursing his oldest daughter’s obsession with history, then said, “Erm, once or twice.”

“Wow! How cool were they? Are they spirits? Or are they people? Oh! Or are they spirits and people combined? Oh—”

“Sorry, kiddo, but again, I only met them once or twice, and it was very quick. I know what they looked like, but not much else.”

Haruki’s face fell, “Awww…”

Zuko ruffled his son’s hair, then asked, “So why green?”

“‘Cause it’s my second favorite color besides blue! And the Blue Spirit’s already Blue, so I can’t be blue!”

“Ohhh, okay. Well, your drawing’s very, very good.”

“Thanks daddy!” He went back to furiously scribbling with crayons.

“Daddy!” Zuko felt a tug on his pant leg, and he looked down to see Kiviuq staring up at him, holding aloft a wooden dragon. Kiviuq smiled widely when he saw he had hid father’s attention, and then asked quietly, “Dragon breath?”

“Er,” he glanced at Katara who had shot him ‘The Look’, “sorry, Snowball, but dragon breath is an outside thing, remember? Ask me later, okay?”

Kiviuq pouted slightly (and boy could Zuko see Katara in their son’s pout) but said, “Okay…” and wandered back to his corner to continue playing with his toys.

Zuko glanced at Kya and grinned, but didn’t go over to her. She was nose-deep in a book, and he knew that any sort of “unnecessary” distraction would be barely acknowledged. It was how he used to get way back before his banishment, when he just loved to read.

He went back over to Katara, who was bounding Ursa on her knee, much to their daughter’s delight.

“Exited to be back home?” He asked, smiling.

Katara grinned broadly, “I’ve needed this for a while. Everything’s been so—” she waved her hand irritably, “everything in Caldera, I can already feel myself relaxing.”

“You realize that the Council will probably immediately request you to show up at sessions, right?”

She laughed, “That’s fine, I’d still much rather deal with fishery disputes than, well,” she gestured at the scroll she had been reading.

“It’s nothing new, right?” They had had a briefing about the current situation regarding Nationalist violence shortly before their departure. The scroll had arrived via messenger hawk about a day into their flight, along with several other documents that their ministers had deemed important enough to pass on.

She sighed, “Apparently they’re starting to leave the Fire Nation and set up shop in the Republic.”

Zuko pinched the bridge of his nose, “Of course they are,” he shook his head, “Well, nothing can be done about that right now.”

“True,” Katara said.

Their conversation was interrupted by Ursa, who yelled angrily and patted Katara’s knee, which had stopped bouncing at some point.

The parents chuckled, and Katara resumed a gentle bounce.

The family sat in quiet peace for a while as the crews worked to secure the airship so they could depart. Ursa eventually tired out and fell asleep on her mom, but after a few minutes Katara transferred her to Zuko, who had donned a sling to carry the sleeping baby. As the Firelady went back to the report she had b been reading, her husband strode around the room, rocking the baby to keep her asleep.

Eventually, there came a polite knock at the cabin door.

“Come in,” Katara said.

There was a creak as it opened to allow Qibolin, the airship’s captain, to step in. He fell into an immaculate bow and said, “Your Majesties, I am delighted to report that we have officially arrived in the Southern Water Tribe. It also appears that Chief Hakoda has already arrived to greet you.”

“Thank you, Qibolin,” Zuko said, as Katara was already pulling out the parkas and bundling up the children.

It took a few minutes to get everyone properly dressed, but soon the family was moving through the passageways and arrived at the starboard hatch, where a gangway had been extended to the ground. And at the base of the gangway, chatting with a few of the airmen who had rappelled down earlier, was —

“Grandpa!” Kya and Haruki yelled at the same time and shot down the ramp.

Zuko and Katara shouted a simultaneous and useless “Don’t run!” Kiviuq — held by Zuko — shouted and tried to follow his older siblings, but there was no way Zuko was going to let his tiny son toddle down the ramp on his own. Ursa — held by Katara — paid no mind and just snuggled into her mom’s neck.

“Kids!” Hakoda yelled joyfully and leaned at the bottom of the gangway, arms spread wide. Kya and Haruki crashed into him and he wrapped them up in a big hug.

Zuko and Katara gave each other tired looks before continuing down themselves.

#atla #Zuko #Katara #steambabies #Zutara #Zutara month #momtara and dadko

[koala-otter]

Different Part II: A Prologue

here’s part 2 to my fic Different! this one takes place before part 1, and features Katara and Aang deciding to have a second baby (and a fair amount of little kid Bumi)

this came out longer than I wanted it to! but it happened oh well

3k+ words, also on ff.net

Bumi began adopting his father’s speech patterns a few months after turning five. It started out slowly, with pitch-perfect imitations of Aang when he said “uh-oh,” and exclamations of “monkey feathers!” that Katara couldn’t help laughing at. But on their most recent visit to the Fire Nation to meet Zuko and Mai’s new baby, without any form of encouragement or prompting from Aang, Bumi had hopped out of his father’s arms and run up to Zuko, greeting him with a cheerful, “Flamey-o, Hotman!”

         “Did you…train him?” Zuko had asked incredulously while hugging the little boy.

         “Not on purpose!” Aang had insisted.

         Bumi, who tumbled down stairs Aang skipped over, and pounced after lemurs that ate straight from Aang’s hand, could not be accused of having inherited his father’s natural grace. But as he repeated the things Aang said, sometimes almost word for word, a certain resemblance began to emerge between them that Katara had not noticed before. The little boy’s blue eyes, dark skin, and wild hair drew many comments about his clear Water Tribe heritage, even when he was dressed in his yellow-and-orange playsuits, but she was glad to see that as he was growing up, there could be no denying that he was Aang’s son. 

         Whenever Aang requested something from Katara, whether he was interrupting her waterbending or stealing her time while she caught up on correspondence, usually carrying Bumi or bringing him along by the hand, he always began, “Hey, Sweetie, when you get the chance, could you,” and he would ask her to read over his letter to the Earth King, or help find his missing sash, or review a form with him. Now, lately, whenever Bumi called for her attention, he also asked, “Hey, Mom, when you get the chance, could you,” look for his stuffed koala-otter, help him draw a picture to send to his Uncle Sokka, or tell him the story, again, about when Toph met him and couldn’t believe what a strong baby he was. And when he asked this way, with his five-year-old voice and his father’s words, Katara could only kiss his cheek and immediately acquiesce. 

           So it took her a moment, sitting in Appa’s saddle and looking through one of their bags to find a comb, to actually register what Bumi had asked. “Wait,” she said, turning to look down at her son, “what did you say?”

         Bumi stared back at her, innocently enough, from where he was feeding Momo a peach with his little hands. “I just said, ‘When you get the chance, can you please give me a little sister?’” 

Katara’s eyes widened, still mildly disbelieving. Bumi turned back to Momo, who by now had finished the peach, and was patting Bumi’s lips to request more food. Bumi giggled, and Katara looked beyond the edge of Appa’s saddle, to the top of the bison’s head, where Aang sat. She wanted to call him. She noticed the tension in his shoulders, however, and the intent way in which he steered Appa, and resolutely turned back to address her son. 

“That was a very kind way to ask, Bumi,” Katara began. Her habit of providing positive reinforcement had carried easily into motherhood. “But having a baby—” She stopped when Bumi turned his full attention toward her, his expression one of expectation. She smiled at him sweetly despite the pounding now filling her ears. “Can I ask why you suddenly want a little sister?” she said instead. 

“Izumi has one,” Bumi immediately said. “And I want one, too.”

Katara nodded. “And having a little brother or sister—”

Bumi shook his head. “No brother. I only want a little sister.”

“Okay,” Katara sighed. She glanced once again at Aang and began again. “Giving you a little sister isn’t straight-forward. It takes a lot of time, and even then, we don’t know when it would happen.” She watched Bumi carefully. “Does that make sense?”

Bumi shrugged.

Katara gave a short exhale and considered the problem before her. After having Bumi, she and Aang had agreed to wait until he was older to try having another baby. Now he was older, and they hadn’t discussed trying. She knew she wanted at least another baby, and the last time she had checked, Aang wanted one, too. And seeing Zuko and Mai with their new little girl, on whom her older sister Izumi doted, curled up in Mai’s arms and sleeping so sweetly, had sparked an urgency in the longing Katara had so far only occasionally felt.

“Maybe for now,” she said suddenly, pulling Bumi into her lap, “you can try hoping for a little sister.”

Bumi looked up at her, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“When I was a little girl,” Katara explained, “I wanted two things: for the Avatar to return, and for your Grandpa Hakoda to come home.” She paused and looked out at the clouds around them. “I didn’t know when or how they would happen, or if they even could happen. So, I just had to hope.”

“And?” Bumi asked expectantly.

Katara looked back down at him. “Well, the Avatar’s sitting right behind us,” she said with a smile, “and your grandfather’s back in the South Pole.” She used one of her hands to brush back his unruly hair. “But they didn’t happen when or how I could have expected them to. Hoping for them gave me the strength to wait until they did happen, in their own time.” She paused. “Does that help?”

She watched Bumi think about it before he nodded eagerly.

“I’ll hope for a little sister, and then I’ll get one,” he said, bursting out of her arms.

“That’s not quite—Bumi, be careful!” Katara rushed to grab him before he ran after Momo over the edge of the saddle. Once he was sitting down again, she could breathe.

“You scared me,” she admonished him, handing him a peach.

Bumi giggled and watched for Momo to notice and fly over to land on his lap, settling into a position from which the lemur could lick the fruit. Katara, satisfied the two would stay where they were for a while, looked over her shoulder at Aang, who had turned around at the sound of the commotion. When she waved at him, he gave a small smile and turned back around to face straight ahead.

“For now, let’s just hope we make it to Ember Island in one piece,” she said, and went searching once more for a comb.

           The decision to go to Ember Island was not necessarily one Aang and Katara had made themselves.

         “You look rough,” Mai had said to Aang once he and Katara arrived in her chamber.

         Zuko had flushed at his wife’s candor, but Aang had only appeared to laugh it off and greeted her with his usual warmth.

         “It’s good to see you, too, Mai.” A little girl launched herself at his legs from behind Mai, and he’d laughed again and bent over to pick her up. “And you, Izumi!”

         “Seriously,” Mai said, “you two need a vacation. How long have you been traveling?” She shifted over so Katara could sit next to her on the settee and handed her the new baby.

         “Just about a month,” Aang answered, letting Izumi down so she could now throw herself at Bumi. “But it’s been fine. Ba Sing Se’s just never a fun trip.”

         Katara and Zuko exchanged looks. Zuko nodded at her. “Was the council that bad, then?” he asked out loud.

         Aang shrugged and moved to look over Katara’s shoulder at the baby. “No worse than usual,” he said.

         Zuko hummed in agreement, glancing at the corner where Izumi was now showing Bumi some of her toys. He hustled over in a panic when he saw her suddenly pull a familiar, pearl-handled knife from her pocket.

         “She’s beautiful,” Katara said of the baby. “Aang, look at how tiny her fingers are.” She beamed at him. “It makes me think of when Bumi was this small.”

         “I wanna see!” Bumi cried and bolted over.

Aang managed to sweep the little boy into his arms just in time so he wouldn’t careen into Katara.

“Be careful with the baby, buddy,” he said, smiling at Katara before kneeling to give Bumi a better look at the baby’s face. “This is Izumi’s little sister.”

         While he watched Bumi, Katara studied Aang. She had been in all of the council meetings in Ba Sing Se, save one, helping to give updates on the Air Temple reconstruction and stepping in as the Water Tribe representative while discussing trade routes. Then Iroh had invited her to visit a home for older war veterans in the Lower Ring where he was performing a tea ceremony, and asked that she bring Bumi, too, to cheer up the old soldiers. Aang had stayed behind in the stuffy meeting room. When they had all gathered at the teahouse later that day, Aang’s smile was forced, and his contributions to the conversation stilted. Something had happened while Katara was gone, and it had left Aang completely tense and anxious. But when she asked about it, he insisted it was only the general effects of diplomatic talks, and he’d get over it after a night of sleep. That had been three days ago.

         “Why don’t you go stay on Ember Island for a while?” Mai asked in her dry tone, watching with a small smile as the baby grabbed Aang’s finger.

         “Oh, we couldn’t impose,” Katara insisted.

         “It’s not as if we’re going to be there anytime soon,” Mai replied, idly waving at the baby. “The house is empty.”

“It’s true,” Zuko said, now wrangling the knife out of Izumi’s hand. “Ah-hah!”

         “Bumi!” she cried out, her empty hand reaching for her friend.

         Bumi tore his eyes away from the baby and jumped out of Aang’s arms. “I’m coming!” he hollered, running full speed into Zuko. The three fell to the floor.

         “Look, even the kid needs to let off some steam,” Mai said, ignoring her husband’s call for help as the children climbed on top of him. She moved her gaze back to Katara and Aang. “Just go to the beach.”

         They gave in quickly after that.

         And Mai and Zuko had been right, Aang finally admitted the afternoon after they arrived at the Fire Lord’s home on Ember Island. They did need a vacation.

         “Look, even Bumi’s more relaxed,” he said to Katara.

         She stopped wringing the water out of her hair to turn and look where he was pointing. Bumi was lying on his back, only halfway out of the water, his face upturned toward the sky. She laughed behind one of her hands.

         “I think he might just be exhausted from all that swimming,” she said with a grin. To Bumi, she called, “Need a nap, Bumi?”

         “No!” Within a second, Bumi was back on his feet and running along the edge of the water, yelling, “I’m not tired! I’m not tired!” At the sound of his voice, Momo rose from where he was curled up next to Aang and flew after the little boy.

         Katara geared herself to go after him, but Aang took her hand in his to stop her.

         “If he goes back in the water, I’ll follow,” he said with a small smile, “but he’s fine just on the beach.”

         She bit her lip as she glanced back at Bumi, who was now turning and running back in their direction.

         “Don��t worry, Katara, I’m watching him, too.”

         Katara’s face finally relaxed, and she let Aang pull her down next to him, leaning into him so her head landed on his chest.

         “Are you sure you don’t want to go in the water?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you just sit all day on the beach like this.”

         “Yeah, weird, huh?” Aang rubbed his eyes.

         The two watched Bumi as he traveled up and down the beach, squatting occasionally to examine little sea creatures buried in the sand. He looked back at his parents every once in a while, waving to them almost as if he didn’t want them to forget he was still there.

         “I love him,” Aang said quietly to Katara, waving back to Bumi, “so much.”

         Katara looked up at him watching their son and felt her throat tighten. “I know.”

         Bumi was the only figure on the wide expanse of sand, Momo flying above him in looping circles, entertaining himself now by creating piles of rocks, one on top of the other, and giggling when they fell over. Once one tower toppled, he set to creating another.

         Katara closed her eyes. “Aang?”

         He hummed in response.

         “What if we tried for another baby?”

         She felt his sudden inhale and the way he stiffened beneath her.

         “Is this about the council?” he asked quietly.

         Katara pulled away from him and rose to her feet. “What?” she asked, irritation creeping into her tone.

         Aang’s eyes went wide, and he gave her a crooked, awkward smile. “It’s nothing, never mind.”

         “No, I ask you to have a baby with me, and you want to talk about the council?” Katara said, the anger now clear in her narrowed eyes. “You’ve been on edge for days, you barely talked to me before we got here, and now this. What is going on?”

         Aang winced and went quiet.

         Katara crossed her arms and stared at him with a hard look on her face. When she saw him glance at Bumi, though, she looked, too, and saw that their son was looking up at them from further down the beach, his face furrowed in confusion. She turned back to Aang and dropped to her knees, softening her face and her voice.

         “I’m sorry,” she said, gently taking his hand in hers.

         “No, you’re right.” Aang smiled weakly at her. “I should be the one apologizing.”

         Katara shook her head but didn’t say anything at first, just cradling his hand in both of hers.

         “Aang,” she said again, still softly, “what happened in Ba Sing Se?”

         Aang sighed. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

         “I think we should.”

Aang nodded and then looked out on the beach, his gray eyes scanning as far as the horizon line.

“When you went with Iroh that day, the council decided to ask me about the Air Nomads,” he finally said.

         “And?”

         “What they really wanted to know is why we don’t have more kids yet.” He paused. “Because Bumi isn’t an airbender.”

         A roar of anger surged through Katara, but she kept herself seated, quiet and waiting for him to go on. A quick glance at Bumi assured her that he wasn’t listening and had instead resumed his search for more rocks.

         “What did you tell them?” she asked.

         “That it was none of their business!” Aand said loudly. He buried his face in his hands.

         Katara waited.

“They just kept going on about you and Bumi, about how ‘viable’ you might be to have more kids, and how Bumi can’t ‘continue the legacy of the Air Nomads,’ whatever that means.” He finally pulled his head back and looked at Katara. Her heart ached at his pained expression. “They called it a ‘responsibility to the world.’ To have airbenders who can ‘restore balance.’” He shook his head. “Why would they put that pressure on a kid?”

         The anger, the exhaustion, the sadness on Aang’s face reminded Katara of him at twelve years old, of the day he learned he was the last airbender.

         “You’re my family,” he said seriously, “and Bumi is our son. I would never want him to think we had more kids because he wasn’t enough.”

         Katara pulled him into her arms. He fell into her gradually, his arms making their way around her waist, and his head tucked into her shoulder. She held him and waited for his breath to even, trailing one of her hands up and down his back, coasting along his tattoo and brushing his scar.

         Once he had settled into her, Katara ventured quietly, “I’ve never asked, but I don’t think my parents had me because they thought Sokka wasn’t enough.”

         Aang pulled away quickly. “I didn’t mean—”

         Katara shook her head with a small smile, keeping her hold on him. “I know,” she said. “I just think…” She trailed off, her hand landing lightly on Aang’s shoulder. She cleared her throat. “I’m pretty sure my parents didn’t mean to have me so soon after Sokka. I mean,” she laughed lightly, “can you imagine me wanting to get pregnant again when Bumi was four months old?”

         She felt Aang chuckle against her skin.

“The way I think about it, it doesn’t matter why my parents had another kid, if there was even a reason. What matters is that when our parents were gone, Sokka and I had each other.” She traced the edge of Aang’s tattoo with her thumb. “Even after we found you,” she said, “I knew that wherever I went or whatever I did, Sokka was the one person who would always be there for me. And that I would do anything for him.” She finally looked Aang in the eyes. “I want that for Bumi, too.”

         Aang nodded at her somberly.

“Having another kid doesn’t mean Bumi isn’t enough,” Katara said quietly, “no matter what the council says.” She gave him a small smile. “Because for once,” she said, “this isn’t about the world. It’s about our family.”

They sat silently, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and Momo’s chattering to Bumi. There were now two piles of rocks standing in the sand at about half of Bumi’s height.

“We can keep waiting,” Katara finally said, “if that’s what you want.”

Aang pulled away so they were sitting in front of each other. “What do you want?” he asked, searching her face.

Katara laid her hand on his cheek. “I already told you,” she reminded him. “But only if you want it, too.”

He nodded. “Okay,” he said, breaking into a grin.

“Okay, what?” she asked, a smile starting to form on her lips.

“Let’s have another baby,” Aang laughed, rushing forward and knocking Katara onto her back. With his hand tilting her jaw upward, his lips caught hers, and he kissed her soundly, dropping his mouth to her cheek and jaw and down to her neck as she laughed, too.

“Really?” she asked breathlessly, trying to pull herself back up against his shoulders.

“Yes,” Aang murmured in her ear, drawing his arm around her waist and keeping her pinned beneath him.

Katara closed her eyes and clasped her arms around his neck, trying desperately to control her smile as his mouth bumped against her teeth. She hummed as he pulled her bottom lip between both of his, dragging his tongue along her lip, too.

“Bumi’s going to be so happy,” she managed to say against his mouth.

         Aang’s eyes opened wide, and he pulled back, bringing her with him and into his lap. “You think so?” he asked, dropping a kiss once more right below the back of her ear.

         “I just have a feeling,” she said slyly, thinking of the conversation she’d had with her son just the day before.

         Almost as if he knew he had been mentioned, Bumi came running up the beach toward them, Momo now wrapped around his shoulders.

         “Dad, look!” he called. Once he had landed next to them on his knees, they could see he carried a rock in his hands, perfectly smooth and round.

         “What do you have there, buddy?”

         Bumi handed the rock to Aang. He held it while keeping his arms around Katara, examining it from over her shoulder. It fit perfectly in his palm.

         “Isn’t it great?” Bumi asked, watching his parents expectantly.

         “Beautiful,” Katara said admiringly, reaching out to feel the round edges and smooth finish of the rock for herself.

         “You should start a collection,” Aang added, smiling at Bumi. He started to hand Bumi back the rock, but the little boy kept his hands behind his back.

         “Actually,” Bumi said, “can you keep it?”    

         Aang laughed. “All right,” he agreed, “we can put it in your room later.”

         “Or we can do it now,” Katara said, rising from between Aang’s legs. She reached her hand out to help him up. “It’s getting close to dinner time.”

         On their way up the wooden stairs leading from the beach to the house, Bumi ran ahead of his parents, chasing after Momo.

         “What would you say,” Aang asked, catching Katara’s hand with his, “to an early bedtime tonight?” He raised his eyebrows at her suggestively.

         Katara laughed. “You want to start trying already?” she asked, biting her lip to hold back her smile.

         Aang shrugged, the corner of his lip turned up in a disarmingly charming, crooked grin. “It can’t hurt to practice, right?”

         Katara looped her arm around his waist once they reached the house and pulled herself flush against him. “I can’t argue with that,” she murmured.

         Aang began to lean his face toward hers when Bumi rushed over to them.

“Mom, when you get the chance, could we get watermelon juice again?”

“Of course,” Katara said, pulling slightly away from Aang. “We can have dinner a little later. Can you change quickly now so we can make it before the market closes?”

“Yes, Mom!” Bumi pulled his rock from Aang’s hand and dashed off to his room.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Katara said mischievously to Aang, making her way to their own room, “but this might delay our early bedtime.”

“The things we do for our kid,” Aang sighed.

Katara laughed. “And to think we want another,” she replied playfully.

Aang’s eyes darkened as he followed after her into the room. “Do you think we have enough time now to get started on that?” he asked, wrapping his arm once more around her waist.

Katara’s hands traveled up his arms and over his shoulders. “We might have a few minutes to get warmed up,” she purred.

With a flick of his wrist, Aang sent out a small gust of air, and the door shut behind them.

#atla #katara #aang #kataang #kataang fanfic #atla fanfic #my writing

[redrobin-detective]

*sees your posts on Zukka* You. Keep talking. (Listen I love this a lot)

Listen, the Sokka/Zuko friendship was always one of my favorite platonic relationships in the series but in my latest dip into atla, my brain suddenly decided to focus on Zukka.

The boys start out shy, neither really willing to admit that they may be feeling that sort of thing for another boy, for a friend, for a former enemy. But as time passes and reality that they may very well die fighting the Fire Lord closes in on them, they decide to take the risk and take the plunge. Their love is subtle, it’s found in extended sword practices that end with gentle touches to bruised skin, its seen when Sokka grabs Zuko’s hand to show him something and “forgets” to let go, its that comfortable, slightly dreamy eyed look Zuko gets when Sokka begins going into one of his crazy plans. Despite the threat of looming death over them, they feel happy and content in each others company.

But then Sozins Comet blazes, Fire Lord Ozai falls and Fire Lord Zuko rises. Suddenly they’re not two dumb runaway teen boys in the woods where no one else can see them, now they’re leaders and war heroes standing there on the world’s stage. Now the gentle relationship, one that’s just getting onto its feet, is no longer a source of comfort but of stress and anxiety. Zuko only wants what’s best for his Nation and falling in love with a Water Tribe Chief’s son is not what was needed for stability in a wartorn nation. Sokka feels strangled by Zuko’s new position (a painful reminder of Yue’s own entrapment prior to her death) not to mention his terror when he realizes just how many people want to new Fire Lord dead.

They bicker back and forth about what to do. Sokka, for once, is the emotional one. He loves Zuko and he won’t let war or peace or anything in-between keep them apart. “I’ll just move to the Fire Nation and be your Fire Lady” Sokka says flippantly but his eyes are dead serious. Zuko is torn apart because the idea of waking up every day to Sokka sleeping next to him tangled in silken red sheets is as close to heaven as he can imagine. But the Fire Nation needs to be united now more than ever, he needs a noble woman by his side and legitimate heirs to secure his position. As much as his heart wants to be with Sokka, he knows it cannot be. “Maybe if it were a hundred years ago, or a hundred years from now,” Zuko responds exhausted from carrying the weight of disappointment in his heart. “But things are delicate right now, we can’t start another war.”

They go back and forth for months, Sokka slaves over a betrothal necklace made of volcanic glass and offers it to Zuko on bended knee. With all the willpower of someone who is all too used to self-inflicted suffering, Zuko turns down the offer but keeps the necklace. He stores it in the locked drawer by his desk and pulls it out during moments when he can’t help but ask ‘what if’. Eventually it comes to a head, both men sit down and take each others hands and discuss their future.

“I know you want this now but imagine in 2, 5, 10 years,” Zuko pleads, stroking his thumb across Sokka’s tanned hands. “You’ll see the Fire Nation as it is, with all the warts that have grown in the past 100 years without the fond tolerance of someone who grew up there. You’d remember that we are the people who killed your mother, tried to kill your entire culture. One day, you’ll look at me and remember that I am one of them and suddenly find yourself trapped in a country you hate but promised to serve and all because of me. I can’t let you do that, to yourself or to my people.” It’s a heartbreaking but eye-opening conversation. Zuko cannot leave his position and Sokka would be miserable as a Lord in the Fire Nation. They hold each other one last night, their last kiss long and meaningful to imprint the taste of each other on their lips and then pull back for the final time.

Zuko marries first, a woman he really likes and can help solidify his nation. Sokka is there the whole time, sad but also weirdly happy at the dopey loving look on Zuko’s face that used to be only for him. He thinks its called healing. They imagined the break-up being so much worse but they simply shifted back to their sword fighting without kisses afterward and gentle teasing though not draped across one another. Suddenly it was less of a burden to be together, no more worrying about being caught doing something compromising or the fate of their future. They were free to be Zuko and Sokka again, people who really, really enjoyed the others company. 

They remain the best of friends for the rest of their days. Sure they look at each sometimes with more heart than they need to and sometimes Chief Sokka will still reach for Fire Lord Zuko’s hand and “forget” to let it go for an extra few seconds, as if his muscle memory still thought they were dirty kids in a dirty war. Their wives and friends will exchange fond looks when these slip-ups happen, love that strong never quite goes away, simply finds new ways to blossom. So maybe the servants are extra attentive to the Southern Water Chief when he visits and former Chief Hakoda slaps the Fire Lord warmly on the back as he would his own son. 

Zuko is there the day Sokka dies, young and far too soon. The Lord of Fire cries as he hadn’t since his Uncle had passed not too long before. He tries not to cry too often, not just for appearances but because the tears that run from his burnt eye sear and sting with unimaginable pain. But that pain seems paltry compared to the beating ache of his heart as his best friend and one of the loves of his life lays dying. 

“I thought you bent fire not water,” Sokka quips, still following their usual script even at the end. He suddenly breaks pretense and holds Zuko’s pale hand to his cheek, leaning in to kiss the worn and wrinkled palm. Its a ghost of what could have been and even decades later both men still wondered what would have happened if Zuko had chosen to wear that necklace instead of hiding it away in a drawer. “Thank you for letting me love you.”

“I’m sorry I turned you down, I wanted it so badly, back then you were all I ever wanted-” Zuko says through shaking sobbing tears, all breath control, and control in general, lost in the face of the inevitable.

“You walrus-seal brain,” Sokka smirks, “I loved you when we were friends, when we were lovers, when we were fellow rulers, when we were husbands and fathers; I love you now when you’re gross and dripping snot everywhere. We didn’t lose anything Zuko, we still had each other and we were still happy. Not a bad way to live a life.”

“No, I guess not,” Zuko responds, leaning down to brush his lips against Sokka’s forehead. He no longer had claim to the other man’s lips but it felt less like a tragedy compared to the decades they’d had side by side as friends. One form of love wasn’t superior to another, it just meant you got to be with someone in a whole new way. “I’ll send your wife and daughters in. Goodbye my love, say hi to Aang and Uncle for me.” 

He spent that night huddled beside Suki, Katara and Toph as another of their own left them. He grieved the loss of large hands grabbing his arm, the clang of clashing swords, that sarcastic southern drawl Sokka never quite grew out of. But he did not lament the past. They had, in the end, made the best choice for themselves and their respective countries. When they’d been young, love had been about giggling kisses and wandering hands but love, real love, was not defined by its physicality. It grew when two souls drifted together and in the space between them built a home. And so long as he breathed, that home he’d made in his heart between himself and Sokka would always be lit and warm.

#Zukka #holee fuckballs #what just came out of my keyboard #it started out as a 'hey I've been thinking on Zukka' and turned into a mini fic almost? #I end a lot of fics with zuko crying over dying loved ones #anyway but zukka is great they are ultimately star crossed lovers #zuko cant live at the south pole and sokka would be so miserable devoting himself entirely to the FN (why i dislike zutara) #so they go of physical love and go back to ultra best friend love and its JUST AS STRONG AND MEANINGFUL #listen I know LaLa Land had its problems #but the message of 'not all breakups are tragic sometimes you need to let people go to live your best life' is great #thats what i envision for Zukka #they cant be together together #but they can sword fight and talk about life and have swearing contests and be dumb boys together and thats just as good #as long as they can be together #fuck fuck fuck im really emoitonal fucking chrsit