nemesiswithabow

[nemesiswithabow]

Azula, my wife.

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[nemesiswithabow]

“You never loved Mom like I did.”

In the aftermath of a heated argument with his sister, Sokka confronts his own reflection, haunted by the blurred image of his mother and the weight of his grief.

Under the cover of the night, Sokka sat alone on the sandy shore, his back against a weathered driftwood log. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts, as he gazed out at the vast expanse of the sea. Above, the moon hung high in the sky, casting its ethereal glow over the landscape. Its silver light danced upon the surface of the water, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of ripples and reflections. In the distance, the twinkling stars dotted the heavens, their distant light offering a glimmer of hope in the darkness. But despite the beauty of the night, Sokka's gaze was heavy. His eyes were drawn to the horizon, where the sea met the sky. The salty sea air filled his lungs, mingling with the taste of salt on lips.

His thoughts turned inevitably to his mother. He remembered her warm smile, the gentle touch of her hand on his cheek, the sound of her laughter that always seemed to chase away the shadows. But as much as he tried, the details of her face remained frustratingly elusive, blurred by the passage of time. Yet, there was also a glimmer of hope, a belief that somewhere out there, she was watching over him. His gaze fixed on the distant horizon, longing for the embrace of a mother’s love once more. As the night deepened, his thoughts grew heavier, weighed down by the burden of grief that he carried with him every day. He thought about all the moments he had missed, all the words left unsaid, all the hugs never given. He recalled the scent of her hair as she tucked him into bed at night. He remembered the sound of her voice, soft and soothing, as she sang him lullabies to chase away fears. He remembered the ache in his heart as he watched other children with their mothers.

"Mom, look what I made!" Sokka exclaimed, his breath forming puffs of white in the chilly air.

He remembered the winter morning, the air crisp and cold, as he carefully sculpted a tiny snowman in the backyard. With small, nimble fingers, he fashioned each delicate feature, pouring all his love and affection into the creation.

His mother turned from her task, a smile spreading across her face as she saw the small snowman cradled in his hands. "Oh, Sokka, it's beautiful! You've done such a wonderful job."

"I wanted to make something special for you," Sokka said, his cheeks flushed with pride.

"It's perfect," his mother replied, wrapping him in a warm hug. "Thank you, Sokka. This is the best gift I could ever ask for."

Sokka beamed up at her, his heart swelling with happiness. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Sokka," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, Sokka closed his eyes.

He pictured his mother standing beside him, her gentle smile lighting up her face as she admired the tiny snowman he had crafted. He could almost feel the warmth of her presence, her hand resting on his shoulder as they admired the snowman together. For a fleeting instant, Sokka allowed himself to believe that she was truly there with him, that the bond they shared transcended the boundaries of time and space. In that precious moment, he felt a sense of connection to her that he had thought lost forever, a reminder that her love would always be a guiding light in his darkest moments.

“Sokka…” her voice, soft and familiar, pulled him back to reality. But before he could fully return to the present, another voice cut through the silence.

“Sokka!”

The sound of his sister’s voice jolted him back to the present moment, the echo of his mother’s voice fading into the background. With a heavy heart, Sokka opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of his imagined world. As he turned to face his sister, he found her standing nearby.

“Are you okay?” Katara asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

He offered a small, reassuring smile, though the ache in his heart remained. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

As he rose to his feet, he cast one last glance at the spot where his mother had stood in imagination, a silent acknowledgment of the love and warmth she had left behind.

———

The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and smoke, and the distant echoes of combat still lingered in his ears. He leaned back against a fallen tree trunk, feeling the rough bark press against his back, grounding him in the reality of the moment. Hakoda approached, his steps steady but his gaze heavy with the weight of their recent conflict.

“You fought bravely out there, Sokka,” Hakoda remarked, his voice a mixture of pride and concern. Sokka nodded in acknowledgment, but his mind was elsewhere.

As Hakoda settled beside him, he stole a glance at his father’s weathered face, seeing traces of exhaustion in his eyes. The sight brought a pang of guilt to Sokka’s heart; he had longed for his father’s approval, yet now that he had it, it felt hollow.

Hakoda’s eyes rested on his son, tracing the lines of his face with pride. “Sokka,” he began, “there’s something about you…”

Sokka turned to his father, his brow furrowing in curiosity. He had heard those words before. “What is it, Dad?” he asked, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

Hakoda hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Sokka’s features as if searching for answers in the familiar contours of his face. “You look so much like your mother,” he finally said, his voice soft yet heavy with emotion. Sokka forced a tight-lipped smile, nodding in response, but inside, he felt as though the ground had shifted beneath him, and breath caught in his throat.

Sokka turned away from his father’s gaze, the reflection of his mother staring back at him from within.

———

Every glance into a mirror felt like a punch to the gut. Every time Sokka caught his reflection in a mirror or a polished surface, he couldn’t help but flinch. The sight of the blurred features staring back at him was like a dagger to his heart. It was as if the reflection mocked him, taunting him with its lack of clarity, its refusal to reveal his mother’s face, her warm smile, her gentle eyes.

Avoiding mirrors became a daily ritual for Sokka, a way to shield himself from the pain. He would avert his gaze whenever he passed by one, pretending not to notice the distorted image. It was easier to turn away, to ignore the reflection that held so much sorrow and grief.

———

A heated argument with Katara had left him reeling, her words cutting deeper than any sword ever could.

“You never loved Mom like I did.”

Sokka stood before the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with haunting familiarity. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the blurred features.

He felt a wave of despair wash over him, threatening to drown him in its depths. His breath came in ragged gasps as tears welled in eyes, blurring vision even further. He reached out a trembling hand, fingers brushing against the cool surface of the mirror, but the image remained unchanged.

"I miss you," he whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I miss you so much."

But the figure in the mirror remained silent, her blurred face offering no solace, no comfort. Sokka's chest tightened with a pain so intense it was almost physical, squeezing the air from lungs and leaving him gasping for breath.

In that moment, the lines between reality and illusion blurred, and Sokka found himself trapped in a waking nightmare. His mother's presence loomed beside him, her voice a whisper in the darkness, but it was distorted, mixing with his own thoughts twisted with grief.

He reached out, desperate to touch her, to feel the warmth of her embrace, but his hands grasped only empty air. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he watched the blurred figure of his mother waver and fade, leaving him alone once more in the cold embrace of the mirror's reflection.

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[nemesiswithabow]

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[nemesiswithabow]

Zuko/fem!reader

“Look at me.”

His heart raced as he struggled to steady his breathing, consumed by an intensity he couldn’t ignore. Pride warred with desire within him, his ego demanding recognition while his heart yearned for connection. He knew he should turn away. She stood out amidst the crowd, a vision of beauty that stirred something deep within him. His eyes traced the curve of her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, each detail etching itself into his mind. He longed to reach out, to bridge the distance between them, but a lifetime of conditioning held him back. Despite the lively chatter and laughter that surrounded her, she seemed lost in her world, engaged in conversation with strangers as if unaware of the tension between them. He felt a surge of frustration, a pang of jealousy as he watched her interact with others.

Didn’t she know he was there?

Zuko nervously cleared his throat, his gaze shifting slightly as he searched for the right words. “Uh, hey,” he began, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

She looked up, curiosity evident in her expression as she met his gaze. “Hey, Zuko,” she replied, offering a warm smile.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Zuko awkwardly fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “I, uh, just wanted to say… uh, you look really nice today,” he managed to stammer out, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

A soft blush dusted her cheeks as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks,” she said, her smile growing a touch wider. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

Zuko’s cheeks flushed even deeper at the unexpected compliment, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Thanks,” he replied, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. “So, uh, do you… uh, want to maybe… do something later?”

Chest tightened. Pride urged to turn away, to maintain the facade of indifference. He caught a glimpse of Mai, her presence a stark reminder of the forbidden nature of his yearnings. Guilt mingled with an ache, a heavy weight that threatened to suffocate him. He knew the consequences, the weight of duty to his nation pressing down on him, dictating the path he must tread. A searing pain gnawed at his heart, a constant reminder of the sacrifices he must make. In the depths of his soul, he longed to hold his beloved close, to escape the chains that bound him, to run away with her into the night. And yet, as the evening before their arranged marriage unfolded in celebration, the ache in his heart only deepened, becoming almost unbearable.

“Please.”

Their eyes met under the soft glow of the moonlight, a silent understanding passing between them. Zuko’s heart pounded in his chest as he reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender and hesitant.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Me too,” she confessed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts.

In a moment that felt like an eternity, their lips met in a sweet, tender kiss. It was everything Zuko had ever dreamed of and more.

As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Zuko felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, but in that moment, it felt like they had all the time in the world.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, Zuko couldn’t help but feel grateful for the chance to finally be with the person he loved more than anything in the world.

He studied her, his gaze tracing every line, committing them to memory with a hunger that burned within him. From the gentle curve of her lips to the delicate arch of her brow, he drank in every detail, each feature a masterpiece that begged to be worshipped. His eyes lingered on the way her hair fell in soft waves. Imagined running his fingers through those strands, feeling their smooth texture beneath his touch. He imagined pressing kisses to the tip of her nose, the smooth expanse of her forehead, lingering on each delicate feature as if trying to capture the essence of her being.

And oh, her lips, soft and inviting, seemed to whisper his name. He imagined drowning in her eyes, losing himself in the depths of their endless pools, adoring the flutter of her lashes as they brushed against her cheeks. Perhaps, they both sensed that this could be their last time together, hence every glance, every touch, etched into his memory for eternity.

Sokka strolled into the room, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he teased, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Zuko’s face burned with embarrassment as he shot Sokka a pleading look, silently begging him to leave them alone.

But Sokka just chuckled, leaning in closer to whisper in Zuko’s ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your secret crush.”

His eyes widened in alarm, cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. “It’s not like that!” he protested, his voice rising in panic.

She couldn’t help but laugh at their antics, shaking her head in amusement as she watched the two of them bicker like an old married couple.

Sokka just grinned, clapping Zuko on the back with a hearty laugh. “Relax, buddy, your secret’s safe with me,” he said, shooting him a playful wink before sauntering out of the room, leaving Zuko to wallow in embarrassment.

“Hey, she is really something, huh?”

Sokka whispered, clapping a hand on Zuko’s shoulder, his eyes reflecting a touch of sympathy.

“You two… that’s rough, buddy, I know.”

His words hung in the air. Zuko merely nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a faint, grateful smile. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about their bond.

He imagined tracing the contours of her body with a tender yet desperate touch, exploring each curve, almost feeling the warmth of her skin against his lips, the way he used to.

As Zuko traced her shoulder with his lips, she whispered back, tilting her head to offer him more space, “Does that feel good?”

“Mmm,” he murmured in agreement, voice low and close to her ear, “I could stay like this forever.”

She laughed softly. Each kiss had been a silent promise, now haunting him.

A cold knot of jealousy twisted in his gut. Zuko watched the stranger approach you, and the way the man smiled sparked a fire in him that was both possessive and painful. His fists clenched at his sides, fingernails digging into his palms as he fought the urge to intervene, to claim his space beside you, where he felt he rightfully belonged.

He recalled the softness of your laughter echoing against the quiet hum of the night, your silhouette outlined by the moonlight as you lay beside him. The warmth of your skin under his fingertips, the way your breath hitched when his lips traced a path along your collarbone. No one, he thought bitterly, could possibly know you like he did. No one could understand the way you arched into his touch, or the soft, pleading whispers that spilled from your lips.

With each gentle touch, you surrendered, body arching instinctively towards his.

“Zuko,” you murmured, voice soft as a melody. Feeling your response beneath him and thrusts growing more desperate. Your fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, a silent language only he could read.

“Stay,” you whispered, “please stay.”

Every glance the man threw your way, every seemingly innocent touch, felt like a theft of what was once sacred between you and him. In his mind’s eye, Zuko replayed the moments you had shared, each memory a testament to the connection that he feared was slipping away as this intruder laughed at something you said. He tried to remind himself of the laughter you shared in your most tender moments, the secrets exchanged with kisses and quiet promises. How could any man understand you as he did? No one, he silently vowed, would ever see the parts of you that you revealed only to him.

Beneath the soft glow of chandeliers, the grand ballroom came alive with the melodies of the evening’s dance. Couples twirled gracefully, lost in the enchantment of the music. Your eyes met those of a mysterious stranger and with a flicker of curiosity, you accepted his outstretched hand, drawn into the whirlwind of the evening’s festivities. Meanwhile, across the room, Zuko stood in with Mai, their movements fluid yet devoid of warmth. Despite the composed facade he wore, you could sense the fire burning in his gaze. From time to time, his eyes would stray in your direction, catching yours in a fleeting moment of connection. As the dance unfolded, you found yourself stealing glances at Zuko from over your partner’s shoulder, each look igniting a spark.

With each step, each graceful turn, the distance between you seemed to shrink, until you stood mere inches apart. As if drawn by an invisible force, your eyes met in a collision of emotions, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine. Caught in the depths of his eyes, Zuko seemed to drown in the sea of your own. For a fleeting instant, time stood still. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together. Mai in his arms, their steps matching the rhythm of the music, his mind drifted back to that fateful night when he had held you close, your bodies swaying to a melody only the two of you could hear. Just as quickly as it had begun, it was over.

She reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek, her touch gentle yet filled with a depth of emotion that words could never convey.

“I love you.”

Her steps faltered, a silent hesitation gripping her heart. She turned back, her hand reaching out instinctively, drawn to him by an invisible force. Their fingers brushed for a fleeting moment, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. His skin felt warm beneath her touch. She pulled her hand away, her gaze meeting his for one final moment. There was so much she wanted to say, so many words left unspoken between them. With a heavy heart, she turned and walked away, each step carrying her further from him. And as she disappeared into the night, he remained standing there, his heart full of regret, a silent witness to the end of their chapter together.

“I love you.”

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[nemesiswithabow]

Zuko/Fem!Reader

In the shadows of Ba Sing Se, assassin Rhea is tasked with eliminating exiled prince Zuko. Part 1.

———

The day she first laid eyes on him, the world seemed to hold its breath. Ba Sing Se stretched before her, a labyrinth of secrets and shadows waiting to be explored. Amidst the throng of people, she moved with purpose, her gaze sharp and focused. She had been chasing him for what felt like an eternity, driven by a relentless pursuit born of necessity. He was there, somewhere.

She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the door before she finally stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and spice, enveloping her in a comfortable embrace as she surveyed the room. And there he was, behind the counter. His eyes met hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still and the world faded away as they stood locked in a silent exchange.

But it wasn’t just chance that brought her here. She was on a mission, one that had taken her across continents and through countless dangers. Her clients were powerful, their motives murky and their pockets deep. They had tasked her to remove Zuko, a figure of significance. For her, it was just another job, another mark to eliminate in the name of duty. And yet, as she stood in the teashop, face to face with her target, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this assignment was different somehow.

She felt the weight of his stare like a tangible force, drawing her in despite herself. In those amber depths, she glimpsed fragments of a tortured soul, a man torn between duty and desire, haunted by the ghosts of his past. And yet, beneath the layers of conflict, she sensed a flicker of something else – a spark of humanity struggling to break free.

The musty scent of old scrolls and exotic artifacts hung heavy in the air as Rhea diligently scrubbed the wooden floors of the pirate’s shop. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the ceiling, casting a hazy glow over the cluttered space. From her vantage point near the entrance, she stole glances at the shop’s patrons, her movements purposeful yet inconspicuous. Among them stood two figures of particular interest: a young man with a determined expression and a distinctive scar adorning his face, and an older gentleman.

Continuing her cleaning duties, her eyes lingered on the young man with the scar, his intense demeanor contrasting sharply with the comical sight of his distinctive ponytail. She couldn’t help but suppress a small smile at the thought of the intimidating Fire Nation prince with such an unusual hairstyle. “That ponytail looks like it’s trying to escape from his head,” she thought with a hint of amusement, her lips quirking up despite herself. Beside him, his companion, an older man with a twinkle in his eye, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself as he perused the shop’s wares with childlike enthusiasm.

As Zuko and Iroh made their way to the exit, the Rhea’s look trailed after them, her eyes lowered beneath the veil of her lashes, yet still aware of their every movement. In that fleeting moment, as he hesitated at the threshold, their eyes locked. Suspicion hung between them like a heavy fog, each wary of the other’s intentions. And then, as abruptly as it had begun, the moment shattered. Zuko turned away, his expression unreadable, and disappeared into the crowd.

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