#Azulon x Aang

[kazoolapow]

Dark they were, Golden Eyes. part 1

pairing : vampire! Azula x f! reader word count : 2.7k warning(s) : azula being a vampire should be a red alert on it's own. and oh my god, she's gæ. summary : you are a journalist that's struggling to keep your self-employed job running. you specialized in vampire research. Sokka, your partner in crime, forced you to tag along with him for the richest family's party, The Azulon Family (just pretend their last name is Azulon). your mission is to befriended a rich person to support your business. But everything you planned changed when she approached you... A/N : it's my first fic that i humbly share to the world. because it has taken over every waking moment of my life. there will be a few parts to this. i hope y'all enjoy it!

Have you ever feel trapped? No idea which way to go. Whichever paths you choose, you lose? Within your mind, you could have sworn that you had tried every way, anything—no matter how small it is, yet the results countered back your hard work? If yes, then hi, I feel you, I see you. Life is a funny thing. No one said life is fair. But no one warned it hurts like a bitch.

Yes, life sucks. It can go to hell, for all I care, in which I'm unaware of how that concept works. Life going to hell. But that's not enough to convinced me ending mine and actually go enter the place. Hell is a friendly concept I've accustomed with, even befriended with. I spent my whole spirit of being to research this creature from hell. A creature from it lurked around my innocent city.

From what I believed, it tore down and melt the innocence as slowly it replaced by gruesome, wicked, egoistical philosophy that pathetically most people worship. A creature so acute, people started to be indifferent by the sight of it's true evilness. To them, it brighten their minds with new ways of thinking, just enough light to blind them with much ignorance to the nature of this mass of a scam. An intellectual vampire laid out their plans with the outmost care that the facade is as good as it is true. As most people followed the philosophy from an unknown author, a follower with no clue to who.

And so, my pathetic life is on the line to, at least, try to wake people up. I wanted to help. Eradicate this unnecessary pile of evil that no one asked for. The world's already disarray as it already is, it always were. But a place has it's limited space, this newfound philosophy is just none other like an ugly Christmas sweater, you wore it once and for the rest of your time it should be ignored and unbothered.

Of course, what's life without it's injustice. My research is on the brink of collapse. A Jenga wobbly piece, tempted to be pulled by gravity in any moment. If that vampire played their game right, they might just won and left my Jenga to take a dive.

"Hey, Long Face." My thoughts halt, adjusting my blurred vision to his waving hand. "There's no turning back now." Sokka eyed my face, as if he just heard my thoughts narrating.

"I know." I say flatly. My head feels heavier from waking up to reality, I'd rather to be drowned by my flowing thoughts until the time of a big event is five minutes away. The intrusion from Sokka, sadly, set the train of thoughts into the distance, a distance I could not reach. Irritated, I turned to him with his compulsive to take off his suit that he said was torturous. "Ugh," I sighed. "Why do we have to do this again? Just the both of us?"

"Shush. You complained like an annoying walkie talkie."

"But we could get some help! From your sister, Katara would—"

"Listen," He points a finger, uncaring to let me finish my sentence. "Katara is growing a family with Aang. Children, my friend, children. We cannot bother them with this anymore." I frowned. Slumping my tensed shoulders down with a defeat. "You talk big about growing a family. What about Suki?" I probed. He stopped his movements to process what I said. "Aren't you supposed to plan something for her?"

He lets out a dramatic sigh. "You doubt me? Even the slightest bit, teeny tiny bit, as thin as a paper? You wound me, Y/N." His expressions animated with over-exaggerated pout, big doed eyes, and hands covered his face. I narrowed, not taking his hints to break a smile to his magnificent acting. It's quite pitying. He dropped the act to convert to a new emotion. "Of course I do! I'll have that ring slipped to her finger in no time. But just—let her focus on her study, okay?"

I hummed. Everyone is taken to a commitment for the love of their life. A ceremony where exchanging vows and complicated administration work that will lead to their new chapter. Then what's the empty promises that friends made, the ‘I'll always be there for you’. Is that just empty words? Because legally, people are devoted to tie their ropes of responsibility and loyalty to their chosen partner. Love is a funny thing. Like a cake divided up, but one slice have a slight bigger size compared to the others.

"Hey." He called. "It's for your cause, too. If I leave you as a married man, then who's gonna help you do all the dirty work without all the money?"

He spat. He spat the fact that shuddered every living nerves inside of me. I had no fear of working alone. I fear of losing support from like-minded people like him, I fear their trust in what I do will evaporate to thin air. Hope would be all gone within me. I keep digging up the seeds that I sow yet nothing I plant will ever truly grow. I sighed, massaging my tensed temple due to overheating use of brain power. "You're right." I say in defeat.

"Alright then, Frowny Face. We're going to nail this." He took a hold of my shoulders. "I got your back." An instant smile turned my frowned lips upside down.

"Now, listen up. Here's the plan. A bunch of aristocrats will be cramped together for three hours in this party. The main goal is to win a heart of a loaded aristocrat enough to support your work with their innumerable amount of cash. If you're fortunate, then two or more would be nice. But if you're lucky—The Big Jackpot would be to get close to The Azulon Family. At least, one member of the family. Since individually, they have huge, gigantic, loading to erupt of a volcano of a money," He gestured explosion, arms stretched open wide to reveal his "boom" voice more audible.

"But," he added, composing himself again. "Never ever, ever be a kilometer close with the daughter." His lips thinned.

"Azula?" I tried, remembering the family's name one by one.

He nodded slowly. "That woman is impossible to win over. She's ruthless. A great liar and just an absolute sinister. God knows what will happen if we ever partnered with her, we'd be good as a stray cat."

"Why's that?"

"In what mad Jasmine Dragon Tea you've been into? Have you not hear the news?"

I shrugged. "I don't follow politics." Politics is where the philosophy was planted it's root deep. While it may be a main cause on my research to the vampire, it's too much havoc for me to handle. I cut to the chase to the planter instead.

He groaned. "It's a long story. This one thing you should keep in mind. Do not go near her. Understand?" He stare deep to me, waiting for my reply. "Yes, sir."

———

"Act natural." He lowered down to my ear. What's does natural even mean in this cramped up party with full of devious people? "What does it even mean? People like us may have different definition of natural from people like them." I scoffed, earning a glare under his party mask.

"Don't you dare being a partypooper now. If you observe anything from my acting, you would've been so wise." He offered his arm for me to take. Hesitating, I took it as we walk towards the big door that hid the party I dread for. "The Azulon will be dressed in red today." He informed before the doors were being opened by a footman.

As soon as the door was opened for us, my senses immediately struck in awe. Everybody was going out. What's with these doors being opened, and the descent and the start? It seemed as if the whole town were embarking in little boats come ashore to the bank, tossing on the waters, as if the whole place were floating off in carnival. And golden as it was the room shine so bright. The pillars even pronounced itself with detailed, complicated carvings. And there was a sense of midges round the arc lamps. It was so hot that people stood about talking, anonymously, veiling their identity under their elegant party mask. Even when you are the center of attention, you're still a nobody.

I let Sokka guide me to whatever group of people, he didn't care what kind, but only with money in mind. He sparks almost anyone with laughter. Some give him queer looks, mostly from the timid attached with their stuck up personality. From there, I work my way up to try talking to the timid. They are collected, cold in their reactions and firm on their judgement. If the topic is mainly about them though, they'll warm up to you. Treat them special, like interviewing the star of the show.

After a while, I grow sloppy in my choice of words. I slurred and basically parrot what the other person said without adding any spice that would trigger an interest. "Hey." Sokka called, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I spot the son of Azulon. I think I can convince him. Should we go?" He's not asking me, he insisting me as he dragged me to Zuko. "Sokka, please. I need to catch a breather, just a moment, please?" I begged, resisting his pull to the red suited tall man and the crowd surrounding him. He sighed, letting his arm slide from mine. "Alright, you stay here. I'll go get the boy's pocket money."

"But—" He shushed me before I could protest. "I'll do the dirty work, remember?" He patted my cheeks and send me a reassuring smile. I shooed his hands away. "Then what am I going to do?" He shrugged, taking a glass as the waiter was passing by. "You could charm Ursa Azulon. She's an easy one. She's a sweetheart, like you. You two will hit it off." I narrowed, is he being serious? "Then why didn't we start on her, for the last goddamn hour that was wasted?" He held his hands up. "Networking." He said innocently. "But now, I got a boy to catch, Y/N. See ya."

I huffed, letting my hands hang mid air as I watch Sokka dance his way to Zuko. I shook my head and walk ahead without any destination in mind. Would an unaccompanied woman, strolling along like a lost puppy catch any attention? I feel like a child that's hungry of attention in telling their craves with telltale signs and persuasive hints. I try to turn my attention to the room. To the people in their heavenly dresses. To the roar of chats and erupt of laughter here and there. To the chandelier that float with dignity.

Nothing was interesting anymore to hawk. The all the same visual impressions becoming dull after half an hour. My idleness has failed me now, as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down it's china walls unrecorded. It's now or never. It’s now or my work will drown forever. My brain must wake now. My body must contract now. My soul must brave itself to endure.

"Hey. There you are." A cool, feminine voice sighed. Her arm tangled mine without warning. She and her all-black-themed dress bounced as she pivoted back to a disheveled man, panting for air and pouring sweats. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm afraid I'm already taken by this girl right here." And that was the moment, when my prayers was heard. A roleplay to save a fellow woman from a persistent man.

"Dear," I turned to her. "Who was this man again?"

The lady in black blinked twice. Her head tilting up to match the mischievous quirk of her lips. "Oh, he's a friend from work. Quite drunk here, my dear." She leaned in closer, invading my personal space. I respond. "It's a pity," with cracks in my voice that fail to hide my trembling being. I took a moment to muster up courage and say, "You heard the lady, young man. Let go of her."

He lowered his head, gloom soon color his pale skin. "I hope you got demolished by the vampire." His spirit went away as he wandered off, dragging his dejected body. Whoa, he dropped the V-bomb. What did she do to make him burdened with such agony?

I heard her exhale heavily. She took away her arm and keep it to her side, she turned to me with a beaming smile. "Not bad."

I returned the same smile. "Thank you."

Her dark hair spilled over both of her shoulders fairly, straight and voluminous. Her skin is fair and warm to my freezing body. Her eyes were glittering golden rays of the sun, that—I just noticed—it dragged slowly down my body in a leisurely appraisal, lingering in ways that left me light-headed.

"Anything—any explosion or any horror is better than a pretty lady like you wandering aimlessly." She said, her perfect white teeth sank into the plush swell of her bottom lip. I blinked dumbly, red rising up to my face. Her eyes flitting upward, in which I could guess crinkling softly at the corners.

"Uhm, yeah." I stuttered, unsure what to respond to that. "I was on the mood to just observe." I played the top button of my dress and try not to squirm under the mysterious woman's hot, heavy-lidded stare. "Oh," I started. "I didn't catch your name."

One of her arched brows rose. "I didn't throw it." The corner of her mouth rising, devilishly. A hot rush of blood raced to fill my face, leaving the blood on my brain completely dry. A laugh from her made my heart rise into my throat. "Well, what's the name of my hero, tonight?" Her lips quirked, deriving perverse pleasure in my growing flustered manner.

"Y/N."

"Y/N. My hero." My name runs through her mouth, rolled by her tongue, it scattered butterflies everywhere down there. She started to look around, circled a little with her swaying hips, satin skimming the skin of her thigh with each languid step in a direction towards a waiter. She took two glasses of champagne and stopped ahead from me, handing me a glass. "To you, Y/N."

"I don't drink." I send her an apologetic smile, waving off the glass to deny. "Come on, now. Let loose a little." She pressed, forcing my hand to accept the glass. "Please. For me?" She stared up at me with pleading eyes.

I sighed, who would say no to that eyes? "Alright," I hold the glass, brushing against her delicate fingers. "I'm warning you. If I'm drunk, It'll be all your fault. And who knows what will I do." I raised my glass to the air as she clinked it with hers. She gulped down the liquid like it was water while I'm wincing as I took a sip. "I'd take the blame as far to take you home," she smothered a sly smile. "If you're willing."

My breath hitched, almost chocking on my drink. "You don't have to go that far," I cleared my throat. "Yet."

She cocked a brow, satisfied with my reply as she rasped out a laugh. I continued and change that topic for future me to worry about. "What's your name, really?"

"Lady." She said almost immediately.

I arched a brow, "Lady...?" I trailed off, hoping for her to fill in the blanks. "Just call me Lady."

"That's not your real name, is it?"

She shook her head, a smirk lingers on her lips. "At a party like this?" She chuckled as if laughing at my own stupidity. "You're kidding." I said. My fingers twitched, anxiety crept gradually to my sickening stomach.

"A crying shame I didn't pursue a career as a stand-up comedian." She sighed. And I'd like to excuse myself from her, for a moment, the urge to smack my head off against a wall for slipping my real name without more careful consideration is highly tempting to do. "A party like this hardly ever contain originality, dear Y/N."

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[waterfire1848]

You tagged Kya x Ozai in one of your recent posts and now I have to ask for your thoughts or hcs on that ship because my curiosity is PIQUED

Thanks for the ask!!!

Hmmmmm…Honestly not my top water/fire ship but it could have potential. We don’t know much about Kya’s character but I feel like if you write her as someone who’s ready and willing to argue against Ozai then you could have something interesting.

Ozai’s used to Ursa (and kind of everyone) being more passive and secretive around him so having someone who will snap at him, yell or tell him the blunt truth is a shocker and gets Ozai’s interest. That being said, this would probably be a ship that isn’t very healthy.

Here are some headcanons though:

- Kya is never killed in the raid. Instead, she’s brought to the palace right after Azulon dies. Ozai doesn’t believe the SWT is any real threat, much less a single waterbender, so he just orders her thrown in the palace prison. Still, he gets interested and travels down to see her which is when they have their first conversation.

- Ozai realizes pretty quickly that Kya isn’t a waterbender but, again, he doesn’t see a single waterbender as a threat so he simply fires Yon Rha for his stupidity and keeps Kya in the cell.

- Based on a fic that I read but now can’t find, Kya and Ozai play board games. It’s one of the ways that they bond. Ozai is a poor sport so Kya lets him win and the start to bond more and more.

- As they play, they get to talking, because that’s what you do when you’re playing a board game. Kya doesn’t say a word about her family but she does talk about the South Pole and Ozai speaks about the Fire Nation. Eventually, Kya says something about never having some kind of food or something and Ozai decides to take her out of her cell to bring her into town.

- Of course, it looks weird for the Fire Lord to be walking around with a woman from the Water Tribe but Ozai is the Fire Lord and no one says anything. When they return to the palace, Kya meets Azula and Zuko and they hit it off.

- I don’t know where it would go from there but sooner or later Kya starts living in the palace as Ozai’s kind of partner and Azula and Zuko’s “mother”. Zuko’s Agni Kai never happens because Kya talks Ozai out of it and Zuko only leaves when Aang is actually discovered and said to be traveling with two Water Tribe teenagers.

- Two mini Headcanons: Ozai talks to Kya about Ilah and Azulon. Azula’s first positive mother figure is Kya and Kya learns how to make mochi for her.

#Hakoda has a reaction when he finds out Kya is “with” the Fire Lord #ask #Ozai #Kya #azula #zuko #katara #sokka #Hakoda #avatar the last airbender #Kya x Ozai

[randomwritingguy]

The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader) Part 34

Earth. Fire. Air. Water.

For three long years, Korra and I were separated. While she was recovering and recuperating at the South Pole, I started my training as an Air Nomad.

I trained and trained and trained. Trained until my bones threatened to shatter and my heart was a beat away from bursting. I vowed to never let anyone I love to get hurt again.

But as I grew in power, so did our enemies.

Like the Great Uniter.

And what she did set everything into motion.

We just didn’t know it yet.

BOOK FOUR: BALANCE

THREE YEARS LATER – PART ONE

NO-ONE’S POV

“Come on, Jerik!” A rough, heavy voice called out across the field. “Hurry up!”

Jerik rolls his eyes in annoyance. I’m working as fast as I can, he thought to himself. But he knew his father was right to urge him to go faster. The sun was nearly setting.

Placing the remaining crops onto his basket, he carefully lifted it up and started his journey back. The sun blinds his eyes in the angle he is at, but he doesn’t falter. He’s used to it. He keeps on going.

Jerik has been a farmer for a good few years now. His father pressed him into doing it to continue the family tradition or whatever. At least it keeps him busy.

On the other hand, it keeps him too busy. Too busy to really live his life to the fullest. Then again, that’s not really his father’s fault. It’s not his fault their village is barely keeping it together. It’s just the way life is.

The village known as Roku’s Beard has been standing still for years near the edge of the Fire Nation. It isn’t anything special. It isn’t unique. It’s just a small spec on the great and powerful nation from above.

The small collection of buildings and fields have been around since the end of the Hundred Year War. It was once called “Sozin’s Pride” when the tyrannical Fire Lords spread their narcissistic evil across their land and the world for their goals of power and conquest. The villagers named it this to show their support of their ruler or, at least, make it appear like they support them.

Under the reign of Fire Lord Ozai, their village lived in despair. Their crops were failing, their houses were crumbling apart, and sickness was growing. Jerik’s grandfather once told him that when he was his age, he thought the war was going to bring about their end…as well as the world’s.

And then Avatar Aang returned.

And then he defeated Ozai.

And then Prince Zuko, the once banished royal, became Fire Lord.

And then balance was restored.

The world had been saved.

With the war finally at an end after a hundred long years, the villagers restored their home’s original name “Roku’s Beard,” before Sozin started the conflict.

For seventy years, the world continued to prosper. All the nations became intertwined, and the United Republic of Nations was established. Avatar Aang and Fire Lord Zuko continued to improve the lives of many and even after the former’s death and the latter’s abdication, their legacies of peace and balance lived on.

However, like in all nations, there is still poverty.

Poverty that Roku’s Beard is suffering from.

Fire Lord Izumi is a mostly a good leader. She’s kind but stern. Giving but harsh when needed. However, she can’t do everything. She can make mistakes.

Roku’s Beard was one of them.

Although it isn’t as bad as it once was, their village still lives in decay. And now, it’s gotten worse.

Because of Azulon’s Flames.

Every week at midday, the scum and villainy turn up to their homes and force them to give them their food and supplies or they will burn Roku’s Beard to cinders. Jerik has seen it all too much. He can’t remember the last time his stomach was full…if there even was a time.

And their arrival is soon.

“Jerik!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jerik barks out, his irritation growing. “They won’t be here for another hour or two.”

Finally, he sees his father at the edge of the field, the grass blowing gently in the wind. A large man with a thick belly and thick arms crossed, he gazes at his son with steel. His gesture doesn’t contain a hint of panic that was in his words just earlier. Perhaps, he’s trying to brave.

When Jerik finally reaches up to him, the harsh glare softens.

“How much have we got?” He asks him, glancing at the basket in the son’s hands.

Breathing out a deep sigh of disappointment, the younger man glances down at the small amount of crops. “Not enough. I’m sorry, Dad.”

A gentle hand is placed on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly in comfort, and Jerik looks up to see his father giving him a sad smile. “It’s okay, son. Come on.”

Swallowing, he nods.

They begin to walk back to their village and then-

“-They’re here!”

The shout freezes Jerik to the bone.

What?! Azulon’s Flames don’t usually arrive this early!

“Shit!” His father splutters out. “Where?!”

The woman who first shouted rushes up to them and points in their direction. “Behind you!”

WHAT?!

“Jerik, run!”

He doesn’t. Instead, he turns to look.

None of this is making sense. It can’t be them. This isn’t like them.

His suspicions and doubt grow further with what he sees.

Instead of seeing dozens of the violent criminals wearing their torn clothes and slick black leather jackets. He doesn’t see the ostrich horses that usually accompany them. He sees none of them.

Deep far in the orange fields, he sees a single figure...walking to their village.

What?

“Jerik!” His father shouts. “Come on!”

“It’s not them!” He barks back. “Look!”

His father rushes up to his side and he sees what he’s talking about.

The figure stands tall and proud, covered in red and orange. They wear a powerful cape that is blowing powerfully in the wind. They move slowly in elegant steps, so elegant in fact that they make the figure look like a spirit moving with the wind.

“Who is it?” The father asks, his confusion replacing his panic.

As the walking figure gets closer and closer, Jerik sees more of its features. He sees dark skin, hair flowing slightly in the wind with their cape, and, most importantly, he sees the big, bright blue arrow tattoo on their forehead.

“It’s an Air Nomad!” Jerik exclaims, hope filling his entire body. “I can’t believe it!”

“What’s an Air Nomad doing in a place like this?” His dad asks, more to himself than to the others, and Jerik can hear the cautiousness in his tone.

Before Jerik can even open his mouth, the figure rushes forward in a speed greater than humanly possible and stops dead in front of the two villagers, wind blowing violently towards them.

Hands clasped behind their back, the Air Nomad gazes at Jerek’s father, and Jerek himself When they lock eyes with him, he sees a small smile form on their lips. Then, the smile fades away and replaced with complete professionalism and gazes at the older man.

“Are you the leader of the village Roku’s Beard?” The monk asks him, their voice loud and powerful.

At the corner of his eye, Jerek can see his father visibly swallow. Then, after a brief moment of hesitation, he answers the question. “I am. My name is Tukim.”

Then, to everyone’s shock, the Nomad’s smile returns, even bigger than the one before. “Greetings. I am Master Y/N of the Air Nation. It is an honour to meet you.”

The monk proceeds to bow briefly in respect which prompts Jerek’s father to do the same.

“It is, uh, an honour to meet you, Master Y/N.” He says, not really knowing what to say. “I must admit, I am surprised by your presence.”

Master Y/N chuckles. “I would be even more surprised if you weren’t. I hadn’t intended to arrive, actually.”

They weren’t planning on showing up? Jerek thinks to himself, tilting his head slightly to the left. “Why are you here then?”

“Jerek.” His father harshly whispers, scolding him for the blunt and rude question.

Instead of being offended, the airbending master raises their right hand which silences him. “No, no. It’s fine. You have the right to know.”

Master Y/N shifts their gaze to Jerek. “To be perfectly honest, Jerek-I can call you Jerek, right?”

Jerek nods.

“To be perfectly honest, Jerek,” Master Y/N repeats, “I was on my way home after completing a task I had and saw your village. I had a gut feeling I should pop by and have a look.”

Then, almost immediately after the monk finishes their story, a giant air bison land right behind them! Its striking white fur, big black eyes and shiny teeth freezing Jerek to the bone.

His father, on the other hand, jumped back in surprise.

Master Y/N didn’t even flinch. Instead, they turn around and cross their arms to appear displeased. “Spectre, what did I tell you about scaring people like this?”

The air bison, Spectre, lets out a series of grumbles that seems like its way of chuckling in amusement.

Turning back to the villagers, Master Y/N gives them a bashful smile. “I apologise on behalf of my bison. He likes to do this sometimes.”

“It’s okay.” The oldest of the three replies, finally regaining their confidence and posture. “So, you’re here on a whim?”

They chuckle. “Pretty much. While I am here, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Can you stop Azulon’s Flames?”

Jerek’s eyes widen in surprise when he realises its HIS voice asking that question.

Master Y/N narrows their eyes slightly in confusion. “Azulon’s Flames?”

Tukim looks around frantically as if the mere mention of the gang will summon them from the shadows. Then, he leans forward to the airbender and lets out a whisper, “I think it’s best we discuss this quickly inside. Follow me.”

As they all turn around, they notice a growing number of villagers staring at the newcomer with mystery and intrigue. They haven’t had new visitors in so long.

As the three individuals walk across the village, Jerek can hear mutterings and gossip from the crowd. Mentions of “Air Nomad,” “That’s an air bison!” and “Why are they here?” spread across the area like flies.

Jerek turns to the airbender and sees that they are looking around at the buildings of the village with a slight frown, obviously finding the sight to be unpleasant.

What’s their problem? Jerek thinks to himself, a growing irritation filling him. Do they not like our village?

Finally, after a minute of walking, they arrive. With the ear-piercing creak of the opening wooden door, Tukim walks into his home, followed by Jerek and Master Y/N.

Greeted by the all too familiar site of his dirty, dilapidated, claustrophobic place that was their living room, Jerek lets out a tiny sigh of relief. Finally, they are back inside.

The room wasn’t much. In fact, the square-like area was nearly empty with the exception of a small wooden table and chairs with a little primitive stove in the corner for cooking.

It isn’t much, but it’s home.

“Please, have a seat.” Tukim tells the Air Nomad, and they all sit down. For a few seconds, no-one speaks. Jerek can feel his throat tighten with suspense as he glances between the monk and his father, the former looking around the room with the same frown.

“You have a problem with our home?!” Jerek speaks up with a slight snarl, finally fed up with the nomad’s seemingly disgust at where they were at.

“Jerek!” His father growled out and begins to apologise to their guest, they raise their hand.

“Not at all.” Master Y/N tells them with a genuine look of sadness. “I was just surprised. I assumed the reign of Fire Lord Zuko and the current reign of Fire Lord Izumi eliminated poverty of this extent.”

This makes Tukim let out a bitter chuckle. “I would be surprised if Fire Lord Izumi even knows we exist.”

“Have you not tried contacting someone about it?” They continue, leaning forward slightly in engagement. “I’m sure she would help you if she was aware.”

“Oh, we tried, all right.” The old man says as he leans back in his chair and shifts his gaze downwards, his eyes going dark as he remembers all the vain attempts to bring a positive change to his village. “We tried sending letters to the places of power, but it seems like we are insignificant to them because they never responded to our calls for help.”

“How many letters have you sent?”

“Thirteen.”

Jerek sees the master’s eyes narrow with lines at the edges and their fists clench.

“I’m sorry. I will have a word with Fire Lord Izumi about this when I’m done here.”

This causes father and son to leap forward in complete shock, eyes widened, and jaw dropped. The leap was so fast and sudden that it pushed the table by a few inches!

“You can do that?!” Jerek speaks up, breathless.

Master Y/N nods slowly. “I can’t guarantee anything other than I will make her aware of your situation. All I can do is advise but the decision is up to the Fire Lord.”

Surprisingly, Jerek briefly sees the Air Nomad’s eyes flicker with anger before quickly being covered up. It was for a single second, but it was there.

Were they angry with the Fire Lord? He thinks to himself but doesn’t press the issue. Whatever problem they have, its clear they didn’t want to address it.

“With that out of the way,” Master Y/N continues, not giving Tukim or his son a chance to thank them, “what are Azulon’s Flames?”

The hope that filled the atmosphere vanishes.

“A monstrous gang.” Tukim finally answered, tightness and discomfort in his posture and voice. “They’ve been coming here and stealing what little crops and supplies we have. They’ve been harassing us for a good few years.”

“And you’ve mentioned them in your letters as well?”

“We have.”

The fists of the monk clench tighter.

“I see.”

No-one says anything for a while, the room so dead silent that it could make the bravest nervous.

Then, finally, the monk responds.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Huh?

“You will?!” Tukim and Jerek both let out, even more shocked than before.

They nod. “When do they come?”

Tukim opens his mouth to answer but what comes out isn’t his voice. Instead, a rough voice of another male echoes across the entire village.

“They’re here!”

What?!

“They don’t normally come this early!” Tukim splutters, shrinking back slightly in nervousness. “They usually show up much later!”

“Great…” Jerek mutters under his breath. “Just great.”

Master Y/N rises to their feet and starts walking to the door, not responding to either of the men’s comments. “Stay here. I will deal with them.”

“Not without me!” Tukim tells them, rising to his feet and stands tall to appear confident. “I lead this village. What happens to it is my responsibility.”

The Air Nomad freezes in their tracks. Then, they turn their head slightly to the left. “Very well. Come.”

Jerek begins to follow too but a rough hand land on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Jerek, you stay here.” His father tells him with sterness. “No arguments.”

“But-“

“Listen to your father, Jerek.” Master Y/N adds, this time turning completely to give them a serious look. “Please.”

After a few seconds of an intense stare off between him, his father, and the monk, Jerek finally concedes but not before giving Tukim a loving hug. “Be careful, Dad.”

“I will, son.”

Then, they are off.

Now, if Jerek was any other kid, he would have obeyed to his father’s wishes and stay behind.

But Jerek wasn’t any other kid.

And so, a few minutes after his two seniors left the home, he follows suite. He notices how everyone else has gone back to their own places of solitude, consumed by fear so badly that they can’t even take a foot outside.

Great. That means Jerek can easily hide without anyone ratting him out.

Crouching slightly, the young man shuffles from house to house, occasionally pausing to make sure he isn’t potentially spotted by anyone, until he eventually reaches to the edge of the village with a building as his cover.

There, his father is standing tall to appear confident. The performance isn’t the most convincing but he is trying.

Master Y/N, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Standing beside Tukim, stands someone with authority. Hands clasped behind their back, cape blowing gently in the wind, they radiate extreme power as if that with a flick of a wrist they can wipe out all their enemies in a single stroke.

And, now, the Azulon’s Flames are here.

He sees multiple ostrich horses charging toward the village, arranged in their standard triangular formation. There he can see the infamous black jackets, roughed up and torn clothes, and muscular builds of the Roku’s Beard’s damnation.

However, while in every other day they would rode their ostrich horses to the very centre of the village, this time they freeze at the very entrance at the sight of the newcomer.

At Master Y/N.

Jerek’s blood freezes to ice as the rider at the very front hops off his transport and marches towards the two individuals with his followers behind him.

Karak. Leader of the Azulon’s Flames.

Jerek has never spoken to the infamous man before but he has definitely seen him more than enough. He remembers the all too familiar red and blue dragon tatoos wrapped around his bulky arms, his brown dagger beard and a mismatched pair of gold and white eyes, the latter most likely a result of a gruesome fight. That isn’t even mentioning the fact that Karak was inhumanely tall, as tall of seven feet. He was a giant with giant ambitions.

And as he marched towards them, Master Y/N didn’t even flinch.

“Whatta you doing here, monk?” Karak spits out, voice booming with rage and hatred. “This is none your business!”

His father understandably moves back slightly at the commanding presence the gang leader radiates. The airbending master stays where they are.

“On the contrary,” Master Y/N smoothly replies in a neutral tone, “the moment when innocent lives are harassed and threatened is exactly when it becomes my business. You, on the other hand, are unwelcome here.”

Karak lets out a humourless laugh, head thrown back. All the while, his followers stare at the two with sadistic grins.

When the laughter dies down, Karak stares down at the airbender. “I don’t think you understand, nomad. We are the Azulon’s Flames. We don’t care what others think! We take what we want, when we want! That’s what’s we been doing for years in this dump and its gonna stay that way.”

“I’m afraid not.” Master Y/N responds, not sounding sorry at all in the slightest. “Your days of robbing and ruining these people’s lives are over. You and your gang will turn around and leave and will never return. Am I clear?”

This amused smile on Karak’s face is gone now. “Didn’t you hear what I said? We gonna keep on taking what we want from here no matter what anyone thinks. You must be having bad memory. I suppose that’s what happens when you monks’ heads stay in the clouds for too long.”

The insult doesn’t waver the monk’s confidence. “Perhaps you’re the one who needs to have their memory checked. You will leave and never come back. I will not repeat myself a third time.”

“Or what?”

“Or I will make sure you all will never see the sunlight again.”

In a blaze of fury, Karak launches a powerful thrust of flames right towards Tukim and the Air Nomad!

Before Jerek can even process what happened or let alone rush in and try to help, the nomad reacts faster than their opponent did as they summon a powerful air shield which easily blocks the attack!

“Tukim, stand far away!” they demand in a tone that left no argument. The leader of the village does just that, walking backwards to create some distance.

Before Karak and his goons could retaliate, Master Y/N twirls in a 360 motion at a speed so fast it would look like a blur to the naked eye and flings their arm to the direction of the criminals, knocking all of them back by a good feet and scaring the ostrich horses away and causing them to scatter!

Not giving them the chance to recover from the attack, they proceed to swing and fling their arms around the front of their body like they were made of liquid which causes all of them to float right into the air and spin around. A tornado of men.

Screams of pure terror echo throughout the village as they rise and rise and rise further away from the ground, their shouts so loud and full of fear that it would put a child’s scream to shame. One by one, Jerek sees the villagers slowly exit their homes and advance towards the main event and they begin clapping and cheering, their overwhelming joy of their harassers’ misery so unashamedly obvious.

Their joy must be infectious as Jerek, overcome by it as well, walks towards them as well. His father spots them immediately, eyes widened slightly for a split second before frowning harshly in a disapproval look.

“I told you to stay behind.” He growls, though now it holds no bite.

Jerek shrugs. “Couldn’t help myself. Besides, they seem to be doing just fine.”

Then, finally, Master Y/N stops his motion and the tornado of man falls transforms into a rain of men as they all fall to the ground with a loud THUMP!

When the rain is over, the men lie still. Breathing but unconscious. Alive but their pride now destroyed.

Master Y/N turns to the crowd, a proud smile on their face. “You won’t have to worry about Azulon’s Flames anymore. You can live your lives in peace!”

The crowd erupts into thunderous applause and Tukim gives them a grateful smile. “Thank you! Thank you so much Master Y/N! We will forever be in your debt!”

The Air Nomad raises their hands in a calming gesture, chuckling slightly. “There is no debt to pay. I am merely doing what is right.”

Jerek stares at the airbending master. One person defeated an entire gang by themselves and they didn’t even break a sweat.

“There must be something we can do to thank you.” He speaks up, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude. “Anything at all.”

The Air Nomad glances at Jerek, then the defeated Azulon’s Flames, and then back at Jerek again.

“I could use some rope.”

TIME SKIP

Y/N’S POV

“On behalf of all the people of the Fire Nation, I thank you Master Y/N.”

I bow slightly in response to the grateful voice of Fire Lord Izumi. Her voice radiates professionalism and authority, two crucial characteristics for one with such power. Rising to stand straight, I gaze right at daughter of Lord Zuko a good distance away.

When the Hundred Year War ended over seventy years ago, Fire Lord Zuko made a lot of changes to the policies that his forefathers implemented onto the nation both small and large. One of the former, I observed when I walked into the palace, was the throne room itself.

The infamous fire curtain that brought fear into the hearts of anyone who were brave enough to walk in that stretched from one end of the room to the other was gone. In fact, any trace of the old throne room had been vanquished and replaced with a more welcoming atmosphere, a symbolisation of the new Fire Nation. Now, standing in that very same room, I see the paintings and sculptures of dragons and iconography of the culture that I cannot recognise. It is a rich of culture and I can feel it.

Sitting on a soft cushion, legs crossed like Fire Lords before Sozin had done, was the one and only Fire Lord Izumi, her golden pupils staring right into my own eyes with spectacles creating a slight shine to them, her silver hair neatly tided with her crown fitted gently into it like it was destined to be there.

And she is thanking me.

“There is no need, your majesty.” I formally tell her. “As I said, I merely did what was right.”

I can hear the satisfaction in my own voice. It’s true. The scum who have been stealing from the poor will never see the sunlight again in their jail cells. Some say I might have been acting a bit too aggressive for an Air Nomad when I was interacting with them but who cares what they think. I gave them a chance to surrender, twice actually, and they refused to listen. It was really satisfying to hear their screams of terror and their shouts of frustration when they all woke up tied up together when I brought them to the palace.

“Of course.” She smoothly replies, nodding gently. “Still, your assistance is greatly appreciated. Azulon’s Flames would face the proper consequences for their crimes against us.”

Us.

I frown slightly at that word. Us. Like, they are all a unified force.

And yet, Tukim’s comments still linger in the back of my mind.

“I would be surprised if Fire Lord Izumi even knows we exist.”

Pushing them to the back of my mind for now, I give her a smile. “I am glad to hear it.” I tell her gratefully. Then, my smile fades slightly. “However, I did not come here just to bring you petty thieves, your majesty. You are far more important than that. I wish to discuss with you another matter if you have the time.

The Fire Lord raises her right eyebrow slightly in curiosity. “I do. Please, continue.”

Taking in a big swallow and clenching my fists, I proceed. “As I spent my time in the Roku’s Beard, I noticed the extreme levels of poverty and low standard of life present. When I asked the leader of the village, he told me he has made several requests in the past for help only to get no response. I merely desire to bring this to your attention in hopes of being dealt with.”

As I finish my story, I see the Fire Lord’s features soften in what appears to be sympathy. It seems like she wasn’t aware of the problem, after all.

“I see.” She finally replies after a few moments of silence. “I had no knowledge of this. I will make sure assistance will be provided to them. Thank you for making me aware of the issue, Master Y/N.”

Letting out a tense breath that I didn’t know I was holding, I bow. “Thank you, your majesty.”

The sound of doors from behind echo across the throne room and we are greeted by two visitors. One of them I know all too well, with their long pointy beard, and silver long hair and the burnt patch of skin around his left eye. The other is much younger, around my age, and she walks freely like all the troubles in the world are irrelevant. Her black hair swinging back and forth in her walks, her golden eyes relaxed, and pink lips in a similar fashioned smile. I also see a crown similar to the Fire Lord’s on her head. Another royal?

“This is unexpected.” Izumi speaks up with a trace of humour.

Now, standing before us, Lord Zuko gives his daughter a warm smile. “I’m sorry, Izumi. Your daughter insisted.”

“Why am I not surprised?” The Fire Lord replies. She then glances at me and gestures to the two visitors. “Master Y/N, I believe you are familiar with my father, Lord Zuko?”

I nod and I bow before him, giving him my complete respect. The last time I saw him was three years ago and we never really spoke. Now, though, I have that luxury. It’s amazing to meet someone as legendary and noble as the man in front of me.

“I am. It is an absolute honour to meet you, Lord Zuko.”

The elder bows in respect in return. “The honour is mine. It is a pleasure to meet you again, Master Y/N.”

“Aren’t you a little short to be an Air Nomad?”

Huh?

I look at Lord Zuko’s right and I see the young woman gazing at me up and down without any attempt to hiding it. Then, she looks right into my eyes. “I thought you would be taller.”

…Huh?

“Um.” I mutter but that’s all I can say. How can I respond to that?

“Azula.” Fire Lord Izumi chastises.

Wait, Azula?

“I was just messing with them, mum.” The daughter replies with a roll of her eyes. Then, surprisingly, she stretches out her hand. “Pleased to meet you, uh, Y/N, was it?”

Still confused slightly, I stretch out and take her hand. “Yes, that is correct. You’re General Iroh’s younger sister. Princess Azula, right?”

“Glad to know I’m only known as “General Iroh’s younger sister.”

“Oh, uh, no! That-That wasn’t what I mea-“

Azula chuckles at my embarrassed state. “Just messing with you.”’

Beside her, Lord Zuko chuckles at the scene before him. “Don’t embarrass our guest, Azula. I’m sure they have had enough.”

“They don’t mind, Grandpa Zuko.”

“If I may interrupt,” Fire Lord Izumi speaks up trying to get the topic back on hand, though a smile is present on her lips. “I believe Master Y/N has other business to attend such as getting home. They’ve had a long day. Give my thanks to Tenzin.”

Hearing the kind dismissal, I bow once more. “I will. Thank you for your time, Fire Lord Izumi.”

Giving Lord Zuko and Princess Azula nods of their own, I begin walking to the exit.

“Wait!”

The voice of the princess makes me stop and I turn.

She continues. “Give Tenzin my thanks too. It’s great that the Air Nation are helping the world while Avatar Korra is recovering.”

Her name makes time stop, my face sweating, and fists clenched. I can hear the lightning fast pounding of my heart.

Korra.

Forcing myself to focus on reality, I blink a few times rapidly and give her a weak “Your welcome.” Then, I tun and quickly leave.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Korra.

Marching out of the palace in quick succession, I see Spectre waiting right outside the doors clearly impatient and tired of waiting.

Good. Time to get out of here.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

The soothing gentle voice of Lord Zuko brings me to a halt. As I turn, I see his sympathetic gaze aimed right at me.

“What?” I manage to get out.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He repeats softly. “What happened with Korra. There was nothing you could have done to stop it.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard that, and it certainly won’t be the last. The intended effects fail each and every time they are spoken to me.

He’s wrong. They all are.

“I know you think I’m mistaken.” He continues as if he has read my mind. “But you are in a prison of your own making. It’s time for you to be free of the guilt and regret that have been plaguing your mind for these past three years. I know all too well how it feels, Y/N. If you don’t learn to forgive yourself, they will consume you.

They already have. A long, long, time ago.

“Thank you, Lord Zuko.” I tell him abruptly. “I must take my leave.”

I start walking to Spectre immediately afterwards, not allowing the royal to retort or continue the discussion further, and hop onto him.

“Let’s go, Spectre.” I gently tell him. “Yip yip.”

Without making sound Spectre leaps into the air and winds and clouds, leaving me all alone to my thoughts.

Korra.

Leaning backwards and lying on my back on the warm and fuzzy fur, I gaze up into the blue sky.

Three years. It’s been three long years since I’ve seen let alone spoken to my best friend.

If she even is my best friend anymore.

Sighing heavily, I close my eyes.

Three years.

How much longer do we have to wait?

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And that's it!

I hope you all enjoyed it!

Feedback is appreciated! :D

See you all in the next chapter!

#korra #the legend of korra #legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #avatar korra #korra x reader #Zuko #lord zuko #izumi #fire lord zuko #fire lord izumi #fire nation #airbending #air nation #atla #atla zuko #unrequited love #unrequited #alternate universe #unrequited crush #unrequited feelings #unrequited pining #One-sided love #one-sided #onesided #humour #angst #action #original character #TLOK

[wuekka]

15minutes left in first episode of netflix's avatar and I like it! My only concern is for Aang's character, since show changed it for him not running away...but other than that, it feels loyal but with added scenes like promised. I also like it taking use of the universe, mentioning previous avatars by name and everyone introducing themselves with "x, son of y", so Hakoda and Azulon get mentioned by name by Sokka and Iroh. :D

...I read one preview article saying gran-gran's actor was bad talking to Aang, but I don't think so, she was just using traumatised monotone-ish voice.

Holy shit, I wanted to see how much finnish dub crashed and burned, cartoon finnish dub famously had very few voice actors and listening the start, I thought live-action would succumb to that too, but SOKKA AND KATARA HAVE ORIGINAL VOICES, which I loved. 😁 But sadly finnish dub also translated "bending" as spells for some reason, cartoon already had a term for it, why didn't you use it, I don't understand. :/

#netflix avatar #I have so many different tags for it ;o; #avatar the last airbender #random ramble

[gotticalavera]

—I think you're not the only one who wants to invite Aang.

Happy start to Aang Rarepair Week 2022. And as a small start, I share this Edit? fanart? Edit-fanart!

@aangtheestallion

#aang rarepair week #aang rarepair week 2022 #arw2022 #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #aang #aanglove #aang love #sokkaang #jetaang #maiaang #azulon x aang #gotti art #gotti edit

[aangtheestallion]

Below the cut are links to all the Aang Rarepair Week posts. If we forgot your work, please message us with a link! Also if the links are messed up let us know, they were all done by hand so mistakes are probable.

Day 1: Comfort

The Amagozan by @azulaang-chakras. Ursa/Aang, Rated M

Mai/Aang fanart by @ennyyannie

Hope Returns by @thinkingisadangerouspastime. Song/Aang, Rated T

One of those mornings plus edit by @foxy-knowledgeseeker. Suki/Aang, Rated T

Fate has the worst timing by @potent-cactus-juice. Sokka/Aang, Rated G

Yue/Aang fic snippet by @cypsiman2

The Way to Cook, Chapter 3 by @argontheconqueror. Azula/Aang, Rated G

Comfort by @lionessfanworks. Mai/Aang, Rated G

Another Ghost to See by @elhijodehernandes-hplc. Azula/Aang, Rated T

the only Avatar Bargain is many souls for the price of one by @idealisticshoujohearts. Sokka/Aang, Rated G

Suki/Aang fanart by @6doodlaang14

El nuevo estudiante plus fanart by @gotticalavera. Hide/Aang, Rated G

Un hombro donde llorar by @ansuzdragehjerte. Azula/Aang, Rated G

The Thotty Aang Agenda by @authorjoydragon. Multiple Aang ships, Rated T

I wish he could meet you by @dinobotrex. Azula/Aang, Rated T

We're Okay plus edit by @ljf613. Azula/Aang, Rated G

Avatar Asami by @orangepanic. Asami/Aang, Rated G

Suki/Aang edit by @thetpot

Day 2: First Kiss/Last Kiss

there are no accidents by @thinkingisadangerouspastime. Kuzon/Aang, Rated T

Azula/Aang fanart by @6doodlaang14

Sokka/Aang fanart by @mikhailasart

A Different Possibility by @all-inmoderation. Bumi/Aang, Rated G

when you fall twice, there's always someone to pull you back up by @idealisticshoujohearts. Jet/Aang, Rated G

El primer y último beso plus fanart by @gotticalavera. Azulon/Aang, Rated T

Engaño y Besos by @ansuzdragehjerte. Azula/Aang, Rated G

unspoken passion by @praetorqueenreyna. Suki/Aang, Rated T

Dragon's breath by @potent-cactus-juice. Azula/Aang, Rated G

Stolen Summer plus edit by @foxy-knowledgeseeker. On Ji/Aang, Rated T

Yue/Aang edit by @avatraang

The First and the Last by @azulaang-chakras. Azula/Aang, Rated T

On Ji/Aang fic snippet by @cypsiman2

It's Winter Again (And I Can't Wait To See You) plus edit by @ljf613. Yue/Aang, Rated G

Day 3: Wounds/Wounded

forever i will live for you by @thinkingisadangerouspastime. Sokka/Aang, Rated T

Soul-Devourer by @potent-cactus-juice. Mai/Aang, Rated G

Azula/Aang edit by @avatraang

Yue/Aang edit by @praetorqueenreyna

To hurt; to heal plus edit by @foxy-knowledgeseeker. Jet/Aang, Rated G

when all you can do is run, at least it's together by @idealisticshoujohearts. Teo/Aang, Rated G

Suki/Aang fic snippet by @cypsiman2

Las heridas son de un animal plus fanart by @gotticalavera. Mai/Aang, Rated T

Ru/Aang fanart by @6doodlaang14

Day 4: Touch

ataraxia by @thinkingisadangerouspastime. Yue/Aang, Rated T

rhythm of a wild heart plus edit by @praetorqueenreyna. Mai/Aang, Rated T

The Island, Chapter 11 by the moonfish. Azula/Aang, Rated M

Yue/Aang edit by @aangorithms

Haru/Aang fic snippet by @cypsiman2

Terremoto by @ansuzdragehjerte. Azula/Aang, Rated T

touch by @moonguks. Ty Lee/Aang, Rated T

Aunque sea un roce plus fanart by @gotticalavera. On Ji/Aang, Rated G

flexible plus flexible can't go wrong, right? by @idealisticshoujohearts. Ty Lee/Aang, Rated G

Suki/Aang fanart by @6doodlaang14

Ty Lee/Aang edit by @avatraang

Azula/Aang edit by @thetpot

You will always have me plus edit by @heavensweetheart

Day 5: Alternate Universe

Something beautiful plus edit by @foxy-knowledgeseeker. Yue/Aang, Rated G

The Last Airbender by @potent-cactus-juice. Kuzon/Aang, Rated G

Ángel y demonio by @ansuzdragehjerte. Azula/Aang, Rated M

Azula/Aang fic snippet by @cypsiman2

Sokka/Aang edit by @praetorqueenreyna

robin hood taking to the sea by @idealisticshoujohearts. Smellerbee/Aang, Rated G

Kuzon/Aang fanart by @6doodlaang14

Es solo la vocalista, no es nadie en especial plus fanart by @gotticalavera

#atla #avatar the last airbender #aang #aanglove #aang rarepair week #azulaang #maiaang #ty laang #sokkaang #teoaang #haruaang #yuaang #kuzaang #azulon x aang #smellerbee x aang #ursaang #on jaang #aangji #jetaang #songaang #sukaang

[fanficlibraryposts]

Avatar the Last Airbender Fic Recs

I’m Not Angry Anymore by team_avatars_eyebags

A few changes help Zuko have an identity crisis (also known as a redemption arc) sooner than planned.

"𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘡𝘶𝘬𝘰’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘡𝘶𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦."

Or, the one where a master firebender and his master fire-bending Uncle reside peacefully on the remote island of Kyoshi. And the Avatar needs to learn fire bending. And awaken a certain someone's older brother instincts. Add a little gay tension to the mix and you're ready for a real crisis of identity.

Dance of the Dragons Book 1: Water by LizaGreen

Two dragons, two heirs, one secret... and one Avatar. Or at least, there should be. But the world has been at war for a hundred years and the spirits move on, finding one small boy on a beach... a boy who could quite possibly change the world.

*Unfinished, seige of the north next*

Assassin Zuko One Shots by LizaGreen

A series of one-shots exploring small moment within the Avatar series that may or may not have happened, focusing on the detail that Zuko may once have been trained to be an assassin. And I just can't stop writing him that way.

*Not gonna lie, I kind of hate Katara in this*

Of Truths and Starlight by runaway_fancies

"Zuko isn’t a good speaker. Except when he is. When he actually convinced them to let him join their group. When he stood before the people of all the nations and promised an era of peace and love. When he found the correct words about her mother. And now, as they lie on the grass and he tells the story of Agni scattering stars like jewels loose from his hair so Tui would not be alone in the night sky."

The end of the war brings with it the rest of their lives. Lives they had not dared to imagine before. And Zuko and Katara learn each other. In the future, people will say it was inevitable, it was fated, it was destined to be. Katara simply knows she would not have made any choice differently, not the simple ones, not the hard ones.

everything i am by we-were-angels (untilwefallinlove)

There is something inevitable about them; like the certainty of the sun in the morning and the moon and all her stars at night. After all is said in done, how will history tell their stories?

(Set after the One Hundred Year War and the years following.)

*my favorite Zutara fic*

Those Who Do Not Learn... Are Doomed to Repeat by HomeAgainRose

Something bad happened after the Hundred Year War ended, but no one remembers until Zuko gets his scar and Katara frees Aang from the ice. They are now the only two with the knowledge of the next thirty years. They have to work their way through their own trauma, and their own memories to change key events to keep the Bad Things from happening once more. 

*Has some very spicy sex scenes. Characters are aged up.*

Legacies by WildInkling

Long after the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender, a lone historian finds the personal journal of Prince Zuko. Little does she know that he was also the mysterious anonymous author who took the world by storm. The world will never be the same. Inspired by and directly links to aloneintherain's Writer Zuko AU.

*author has not updated in a long time :(*

Question Marks by azenki

Zuko pulls away first. He stares at Sokka and raises his one brow. “You do realise,” he says dryly, “that you just instigated a major international incident?”

Or: Sokka is impulsive. This is a problem. Especially when he ends up kissing the Fire Lord and immediately running away.

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest. 

*Zuko loves Fire Nation and Fire Nation loves him back*

Candles and Boring Games by AlexiHollis

“You dare suggest that I betray Iroh?” Fire Lord Azulon did not shout. “My first born? After the demise of his only beloved son?” The old man leaned back in his throne shaking his head, “You have made an irrevocable error here, today, Ozai. What man of honor, what brother, what Uncle, would use this tragedy, a death towards furthering our family’s sacred mission as you call it, for his own political,” He practically spat the word, “gain. No, no, Iroh has suffered enough, but you, my son, have been far too coddled.” Zuko felt Father’s tension, but his stomach truly dropped when he saw Azula’s own worry, clear as day on her perfect actress face. “You need to be taught a lesson,” Fire Lord Azulon decided. “You must, too, suffer the pain of losing your first born.”

OR

Fire Lord Azulon, to punish Ozai, gives Zuko to Iroh

*Azulon being a good(ish) grandfather. Azula doesn’t get a redemption arc if that’s what you’re looking for*

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into or would like to recommend to me, let me know through my ask box.

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Incompatible Intentions

Chapter Two

A/N: This is a Sokka x female!reader and Zuko x female!reader. This is one of my first stories so please enjoy. Also, Y/N is 10 years old in this chapter, making Zuko, Sokka, Azula and Katara 11, 10, 9 and 9 respectively. The year is 94AG.

Can be read on both A03 and Wattpad (same username)

WARNING: mention of a dead body, somewhat hand to hand combat

Also sorry for any spelling mistakes or typing errors. I have proofread this, but sometimes it just skips over my head. 

Status: IN PROGRESS

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Y/F/N- your father’s name

Y/L/N- your last name

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WC: 3.8K

It had been weeks since Y/N had last seen Azula or Zuko. Summer break was over and school was back in session at the Royal Fire Academy. 

Despite her numerous pleas to her father, Y/N wasn't allowed to join the rest of her classmates back in school.  

Why he had decided to do this; she was unsure. Her father had always seemed to be a patriotic man, proud of the Fire Nation and what it stood for. Recently, however, he seemed different. She even attempted to convince him to let her join him at work. But again, he refused.

Y/N was never one to question her father and mother when it came to most things. She would always listen and do what she was told. But once her father had prevented her from seeing her friends; she wholeheartedly disagreed.

Of course, she didn't do anything drastic for a while. She listened patiently to him- hoping that he had a reason for all of this.

During the first week, she took the opportunity of her confinement to practise her firebending. During her first month, she hung out more in her room, trying to learn traditional Fire Nation Dances. And by the third month, all of her motivation had vanished: she preferred to lay in her bed the entire day.

But on the first day of the fourth month, Y/N had decided enough was enough. And now, she was getting dressed. She changed into her school uniform, readying herself to sneak out and finally go to school. It had been almost five months since she had last seen her friends and she couldn't be happier to hug them again.

It was hard to deny that Y/N missed her friends extremely. Not seeing them for so long left her feeling less than perfect. But every time she missed them, she would look down at her wrist, remembering the meaning of the jewellery that she wore: that no matter where they went; no matter how far apart they'd be from one another; they'd always be best friends. It had been almost a year since that day she thought as she solemnly began to wonder: why hadn't they visited her?

Y/N and Zuko had been friends for just over a year; spending every moment together. Well, that was before her father had isolated her from the rest of the nation for 'whatever reason.'

Unbeknownst to her, her father hadn't agreed with many of the Fire Lord's more recent plans and policies; and instead of allowing his daughter to be surrounded by such ideologies, he chose to shield her from them. 

Fire Azulon had plans to raid the Southern Water Tribe, and capture every waterbender there was. The Fire Lord believed this to be the easiest way of reaching Fire Nation supremacy; by destroying all other benders of the elements. 

Of course, his plan started long ago with the murder of the Air Nomads- ensuring the permanent destruction of the Avatar. As the Earth Kingdom and Northern Water Tribe proved more difficult to conquer, the Fire Lord believed that the Southern Water Tribe was the next easiest target.

Admiral Y/L/N disagreed strongly with these new plans, arguing that this was genocide. It came to no surprise that these newer, more invasive plans were courtesy of Fire Prince Ozai; his plans for the Fire Nation always seemed more intense than the rest of the Royals.  Of course, Fire Lord Azulon agree with his son and dismissed the Admiral's concern. 

And even though the Admiral may not have been able to say it aloud, an old family friend lived in the Southern Water Tribe; an old friend whom he didn't wish any harm upon.

Chief Hakoda and Admiral Y/L/N had met when they were children. Their grandfathers' long-lasting friendship transcending generations. Admiral Y/L/N would recall his grandfather telling him stories of a pre-war world of peace and prosperity. Their friendship began during the reign of Fire Lord Sozin, both Y/F/N's and Hakoda's grandfathers had been best friends. When the two had children, it was only natural for their kids to meet and become friends. And that happened, for a while.

 And then the Hundred-year war began, and the two friends saw each other less and less; consequently, as did their children. But as the kids grew up and began to reminisce fondly on the memories of one another; they found ways to communicate. And it wasn't long before Hakoda's and Y/F/N's fathers introduced them to one another. The two adults would converse as their children would play, momentarily forgetting the chaos of the conflict that separated their two nations. And as they aged, it became rare for the two to talk: the unwavering concern that the Admiral would be found and killed for treason due to their friendship remained ever-present.

Not too long after the Admiral's objection, the Fire Nation began preparing for their raiding of the Southern Water Tribe: The Admiral continued to advise against the plot that Prince Ozai had put in place, but it was too late.

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Y/N was in a different year group to Zuko and Azula and therefore were in separate classes. She wouldn't be able to see them until lunch. Annoyingly, her classes dragged, and as she waited for the lessons to end- she often found herself staring at the clock, hoping it would make time go by faster.

Despite the excitement she had felt for the better part of two hours, Y/N soon began to grow worried at the thought of seeing her friends again.  

What if the reason they never visited her was that they didn't care about her? What if they didn't want to be her friend anymore? 

Y/N's mind filled with troubled thoughts and she soon began to dread seeing her friends, debating whether or not she should go home.

Why would she think that they cared about her if they never visited her? They probably forgot all about her by now. There was no use in her being there. She should probably go home...

After her class had finished, Y/N slowly made her way to the courtyard, scared to see Zuko and Azula again. She sat down on a bench and pulled out her favourite book; figuring she needed a distraction. It wasn't long before the yard had filled up: occupied by running children playing with one another. 

A few minutes had passed when the sound of her classmates gasping and shouting snapped her out of her trance. A concerned look brushing over her features as she stood up, intrigued by whatever was going on. A crowd of children had rushed around two boys; Y/N recognised one of them immediately. 

 Zuko. 

Instantly, she rushed over and joined the others in the crowd. Her heart pumped rapidly inside her chest as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Zuko had a bruised lip, his knuckles appeared swollen; he seemed disorientated. Y/N had to hold herself back as she watched from the shadows. She couldn't get involved. Her parents would be called then she'd be caught, not to mention that Zuko maybe didn't even want her help.

Similarly, the boy Zuko had been fighting looked just as badly injured. Y/N struggled to recognise him until she realised she had seen him before. He was a boy from her history class.

His left eye swollen, much like Zuko's knuckles. His eyebrow had a cut and a bruised had formed on his left leg. Y/N slowly walked closer as she tried to get a better view of the fight. Zuko had knocked the boy to the floor, turning his back to him and walking away.

"You're not worth it," Zuko mocked.

People soon began to lose interest walked away. But Y/N stayed; this felt too easy.

The boy swiftly brought himself up off of the floor, steam blowing from his ears, and spread his legs apart in a fighting stance; taking a deep breath. Y/N gasped quietly, instantly realising what the boy was about to do. All of her responsibilities quickly dismissed as she ran to tackle the boy to the ground.

With full force she landed on him, stopping the lightning bolt he was about to shoot at an unsuspecting Zuko. The lightning shot past his arm barely missing him. The crackling of the electricity made the young prince turn around briskly, a panicked look on his face. His eyes landed on Y/N, as her body held down the boy who he had moments ago pushed to the ground.  Instinctively, Zuko ran towards Y/N. 

"Y/N what the hell was that?" he asked his worry rapidly turning into anger, at the realisation of what his friend had done, " Why did you do that? He could've hurt you!"

"Yeah well, he was about to shoot lightning at you." she retorted, picking herself up off of the ground. "I'm sorry for trying to protect you." She stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't need your help." his words coming off harshly through gritted teeth.

They were more severe than he'd first meant them to be, his face dropping in realisation. Y/N's anger had faded at Zuko's cruel words and she quickly turned away, starting to speed walk back to her bench. Zuko swiftly ran after her. 

"Look Y/N I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

She scoffed at his words as she quickly picked up her book, shoving it in her bag, refusing to look him in the eye. 

"I was just worried about you. And seeing you on the floor after you tried to save me, well I. I didn't mean it. " 

"You sure sounded like you meant it when you said it a minute ago Zuko." she spat back, her anger and betrayal seething through her words. 

"Y/N, please," he begged once more, but she refused to look up at him. Giving up on trying to reason with her, Zuko instead opted to question her. 

"Where have you been these past four months?" his voice laced with concern. 

She took a moment to process, almost as if she couldn't believe what she had heard, "Maybe if you'd bothered to come to find me, you wouldn't be asking that question." Y/N's pain evident as she placed her bag on her shoulder aggressively, before staring Zuko directly in the eyes.

It clicked. 

Zuko suddenly realised why she had refused to look at him the entire time they'd talked. It wasn't until that moment that he finally saw the betrayal she hid behind her beautiful  E/C eyes. The hurt and anguish she felt by being abandoned by her best friend.

She looked away from him for a second, catching the eyes of everyone that had been staring at them. Briefly, she made eye contact with Azula, seeing her beside two girls, she recognised one of them as Mai, her partner in music class.

Y/N hadn't realised that they had attracted this much attention. Rapidly, she looked to the ground, then back at Zuko.

 "I'm leaving."

As she turned away, Zuko intrinsically grabbed onto her wrist. For a short moment, she looked back at him, the tears that had welled up in her eye threatening to escape, before she snapped her wrist away from him and walked home. 

This was a mistake.

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Arriving home, Y/N slowly walked into the house, carefully and quietly in case someone was inside. She quietly tiptoed towards her bedroom and closed the door behind her; a sigh of relief escaping her lips. 

Effortlessly, she got changed into her nightgown before throwing herself on her bed. The cool of the sheets finally grounding her and she began to forget all the problems today had brought with it. She snuggled tightly into the sheets and closed her eyes; a little nap wouldn't hurt.

Abruptly, Y/N opened her eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly as she heard the distant voices of her parents. Seemingly, they were having a conversation about something and had seemed to be doing so for a while.

Y/N rubbed her eyes gently before getting discreetly out of bed. She walked to her door and turned the handle slowly, leaving the door with a slight crack in it so she could hear what was going on. 

Despite the open door, she couldn't hear what her parents were talking about any better; they had finally quieted down and were now speaking in hushed murmurs. Y/N immediately became more intrigued as she tried to open her door further to hear what was going on. But the door creaked. 

Agonisingly, Y/N looked up and made eye contact with her parents. 

Dammit.

"Ma' what's going on?" she asked, her concern quickly turning into panic at the sight of her mother. Had she been crying?  

"Y/N sweetie it's ok. Everything's going to be ok." she rushed to her daughter's side and enveloped her in a tight hug, " I promise you it's all going to be ok."

 Y/N was remarkably confused. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips pursed.

"Ma' please what's happening?"  she looked into he mother's eyes, examining her, hoping she could find out more.

"Y/N, baby, can you go to your room and pack some stuff quickly; only the absolute essentials, ok?" she looked at her daughter to make sure she understood. 

Y/n nodded, walking back into her room she glanced at her father who had now sat down at his desk: was he writing a letter?

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It had been nine days since that night. Y/N's parents had refused to tell her what was going on, but she was a smart kid. It didn't take long for her to realise what had happened. 

What she had yet to figure out was why it had happened; why had they been banished from the Fire Nation? Her mind would often wander back to that day, questioning if it was her fault. Strenuously, she would think back to that night as she desperately tried to remember if she had heard anything that her parents had said: but nothing ever came to mind.

It was a long and tiresome journey, which Y/N had slept for the majority of. She remembers walking a lot and being on a couple of boats, yet nothing stood out to her. It was almost as if she went numb in the following days. Her mind refusing to believe what was happening, yet her body happily obliging to her father's orders: following him wherever he went. 

They first travelled to the Crescent Island, the closest land of Fire Nation territory to the Earth Kingdom. From there, they travelled south towards the Chin Village. And there they met him: Hakoda. He was taller than Y/N first imagined. But then again, everyone is when you are a nine-year-old child. Hakoda had arrived on a small boat, accompanied by other members of his village, and soon they began their journey home.

Upon their arrival, the Admiral and his family weren't greeted with pleasantries: as expected. No one felt truly comfortable around the Fire Nation family, which was understandable.

 Despite Hakoda's pleas of reasoning, no one wanted to trust them-not completely anyway. This, surprisingly, applied to Hakoda's children. Despite their similarity in ages, and the long-standing friendship between the two families. Y/N found it hard to bond with Sokka and Katara. 

As their parents would talk and gossip, Y/N would watch on as Sokka attempted to sword fight, and Katara tried to move a droplet of water from her bowl. Even though she too could bend, Y/N was scared to do so. Scared that if people in the village saw her abilities, they'd cower in fear more greatly than they already had. That they'd isolate her more strongly from the village- if that were even possible. So she held back.  She watched on gloomily as the two siblings would bond and play, and she'd be left staring blankly at the snow.  But she didn't blame them. Of course, she wouldn't. Why would she, when Zuko and Azula had done the same to her before?

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Six weeks had passed in the Southern Water tribe, and Y/N slowly started to feel at home again. Sure it wasn't as warm as her old home, but she found it to be more comforting- even if no one trusted her or her family. Rumours and whispers had started to spread: gossip from other neighbouring villages. 

The Fire Nation had arrived. 

Upon hearing the news, former Admiral Lee had snapped back into action and quickly dragged all of the abled men and women into one of the igloos, no doubt to prepare for battle. And even if no one had told her, Y/N knew too; she knew they were coming.

When the day finally arrived, all Y/N could do was hide. As her parents and the rest of the men left to defend their home,  Y/N hid away inside one of the farthest igloos.

 She remembers seeing her parents that morning, waving them an ecstatic 'Good Morning' before running off to play with the penguins. She didn't return until she heard Katara's shaky voice call out to her. 

In the past few weeks that Y/N  had been there, Katara never dared to talk to her; rarely ever even looking at her. But as she ran up to the young girl, Y/N could see the panic that was plastered on Katara's face. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong.

The two girls ran inside an igloo, as they hid with Sokka and their grandmother. Neither Y/N's parents nor Sokka and Katara's were anywhere in sight. Were they here? Had the Fire Nation arrived?

Desperately she tried to get answers from Kanna, but the old lady wouldn't budge. Only ever daring to speak to shush or comfort the children. 

Then it happened. Then Y/N heard the horn of a ship she never thought she would have to hear again. 

A Fire Nation warship.

Subconsciously, Y/N snuggled deeper into Kanna's arms as she tried to comfort herself. She didn't know why the Fire Nation could be here. What could they want? They had banished her family and they left without a fight. What more could they want? 

Impatient and worried, Y/N was the first to run out: Kanna's grip too weak to stop her unrelenting determination. She was going to find her parents. Sokka was next, following Y/N outside of the igloo as he ran towards a boomerang on the ground and picked it up. 

He wanted to help fight against the raiders. He was a man now- well, he sure thought he was. Highly improbable that a nine-year-old boy would be considered a man. Katara was next, slipping through her Gran-Gran's fingers and running outside into the cold air. Frightened, they all looked at one another as they saw the 'black snow' falling on them. 

Y/N  swiftly ran towards the front of the village as she tried franticly to search for her parents. Having two fire bending parents was always a great thing in Y/N's eyes. But now, now that they had to use that fire bending to fight against their home nation? Now, she wasn't so sure.

She briefly saw Katara run in the opposite direction, in search of her mother, no doubt. Sokka, though, was right behind her- boomerang in hand- ready to fight. 

It wasn't long before she saw her mother. Her ferocious and powerful nature present as she took down Fire Nation soldier after Fire Nation soldier. A proud smile grew on Y/N's lips as she watched her mother take down men twice her size. She had always hoped that one day she'd be as skilled as her.

However, her smile quickly vanished when she saw the tears that had begun to cascade down her mother's eyes; the liquid covering her rosy cheeks.

Y/N abruptly looked in the direction that her mother had not pried her eyes away from; praying she wouldn't see what she thought she would. 

But she did. 

A distraught whimper left Y/N's lips as she stared at two Fire Nation soldiers, carrying her father's limp body onto the ship.  

As she watched the horrifying image play out in front of her, Y/N found it hard to breathe. Her voice stuck inside of her chest as she tried to talk, to scream, to have any sort of reaction. But she couldn't. 

Hearing Y/N's cry, Sokka looked away from the group of warriors he was studying and glanced at her. 

His body tensed as he saw a single tear drip down the side of her cheek.  Following her line of sight, Sokka saw two men boarding a ship with her father's body in their arms. Startled and anxious: he watched as Y/N cried silently, gawking at the ship her father had just been taken to. 

He could be alive he thought. He could be alive and only unconscious. They could bring him back. He could be okay. But even he knew that that would be wishful thinking.

It wasn't until Y/N heard a thud on the ground that she finally ripped her eyes away from her father. 

Her mother was on her knees, arms behind her head as soldiers cuffed her arms. Y/N looked towards her confused, staring at her for an answer. Then it clicked.

She was surrendering.

 Her mother- the most stubborn person she knew, one of the most powerful firebenders in the Nation - was surrendering, and she couldn't do a thing about it. 

But she had to do something. She had to go in and help. She had to save them. It was unachievable, that she knew. But she had to try. She couldn't just-

Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw her mother be moved. She was pushed forcefully onto the cold metal of the ship,  spitting disgustedly at one of the soldiers. Then, he reacted the only way he knew how- a bright orange flame scorched her mother's skin as she screamed in pain. 

The sparkle in her mother's eyes was slowly dying, and as she looked up and at her daughter, they shared a moment of adoration.

 They looked at each other for a little while longer until her mother mouthed a final 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' before being dragged away deeper inside the hull of the ship.

A gut-wrenching, uncontrollable scream escaped her lips as she watched her parents get taken away. The harrowing cry echoed from her chest as she dropped weakly to her knees. Sokka swiftly, dropping down beside her in an attempt to comfort her. 

He instinctively stroked her hair and shushed her as he tried to calm her. Long ago, he had given up on trying to fight. His father didn't need him: Y/N did. He brought her closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder- muffling her cries from the Fire Nation soldiers in an attempt to keep her hidden.

His eyes were glued on to her, his mind muddled with ideas on how to help her. If only he had looked up to see his mother get dragged away towards the same fate.

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playing with fire pt. 6 [sokka]

Pairing: Sokka x reader

Summary: You’re a Fire Nation citizen who saves Sokka and Katara from some angry villagers. Aang “convinces” you to come along with them, finding your knowledge of the nation useful. Not everything is smooth sailing though as both Water Tribe siblings have their doubts about you.

this will be a series :D this is a filler tbh

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prologue. one. two. three. four. five.

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They reacted instantaneously.

In unison, Aang and Katara gasped, their jaws hanging as they stared at you. Sokka’s eyes widened as he took multiple steps back, trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of you. Your heart dropped slightly at their reactions, noticing the distrust that was beginning to creep into their eyes. 

Toph was the only one who didn’t react.

“You mean you dunderheads didn’t know?” she cried out, a disbelieving expression on her face. You all turned to her, curious expressions on your face. Even though she couldn’t see you, she knew you were all staring at her confusedly.

“You did?” Aang asked, looking at Toph suspiciously.

“Yes! Why else would my parents get all weird and proper around her?” Toph replied. “Besides, the name (Y/N) isn’t exactly the most common. I knew she had to be the Princess. Why do you think I’ve been calling her ‘Princess’?! Haven’t you ever seen a portrait of the royal family?”

Silence ensued as the Gaang realized that they had, in fact, never seen a picture of the Fire Nation royal family. In Aang’s defense, he had been gone for an exceptionally long time and there were no pictures of the family down in the South Pole. They all shifted their gazes back to you, now a little more curious than distrustful. 

“So you’re a princess?” Aang asked, trying to wrap his head around the news. You nodded silently. “Then why are you here with us?”

“It’s a long story,” you whispered, looking back down at the ground.

“Well we have time so start talking,” Katara said brusquely. You sighed softly, motioning for everyone to sit with you. Katara looked at you weirdly, crossing her arms stubbornly before gaping as Aang and Sokka took seats near you. 

“Aw loosen up, Sugar Queen,” Toph said, smirking as she took a seat next to you. “If she tries anything it's four against one. Let’s hear her out first.”

Begrudgingly, Katara sat down, making sure she was right in front of you just in case. Her eyes narrowed before she tilted her head, silently telling you to start talking. “I was born in 83 AG to Fire Lord Ozai and Princess Ursa. My mom used to tell me it was a blessed day because she was gifted with not one but two angels. Me and Zuko.”

Sokka let out a choked gasp at your words, looking at you in disbelief. “Y-You mean you and Zuko are t-twins?”

You nodded softly. “I was born twenty minutes before him, making me the crown princess. Two years later, Azula was born and our family was complete. For the first few years of my life, we were a happy family. And then we got our firebending.”

Aang’s eyebrows furrowed at your words. “You got your firebending?”

“Yes,” you replied, nodding again. “I was the first one to show the signs of being able to firebend. My first display of fire terrified everyone. Fire Lord Azulon declared me a prodigy and I immediately began training with both my fire and a sword. When Zuko showed signs of firebending, he joined me but it was clear that he wasn’t a prodigy and so Ozai separated us, claiming that he’d only be a distraction for me. Zuko and I had always been very close but that definitely messed us up.”

“Fire Lord Azulon?” Toph asked, snorting lightly. “Why don’t you just call him ‘grandfather’?”

You shook your head, forgetting that she couldn’t see it. “That man wasn’t my grandfather; at least he never acted like it. The only reason he liked me is because I was talented. He didn’t even like Ozai. He always preferred Uncle Iroh.”

“Iroh?” Aang asked. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not supposed to be crown princess. Iroh was the original crown prince, not Ozai,” you explained. “When I was young, we received a letter from Uncle Iroh. Back then, he was still a general and his goal was to take over the city of Ba Sing Se. He told us about how his son, my cousin, Lu Ten was killed in battle. Overcome with grief, Uncle Iroh ceased his 600 day siege and left. He traveled around, not ready to come back to the Fire Nation or return to battle. It was during this time that Ozai requested an audience with Fire Lord Azulon to make an impossible request.”

Katara looked at you, a little concerned at the expression that had made its way onto your face. 

“It started off normally. He had Azula and I show off how far we had gone with our bending. Fire Lord Azulon eventually dismissed us all except for Ozai,” you took a soft breath before continuing. “Azula and I hid behind the curtains, curious about what Ozai wanted to say. He- He asked Fire Lord Azulon for the throne, claiming that since Uncle Iroh had lost his only son, he needed someone with an heir in charge. Azulon was furious and told Ozai that he would never betray his first born who in turn had just lost his first born. He told Ozai that he needed to feel Uncle Iroh’s pain and commanded him to kill his first born.”

Shocked gasps rang from the group. Even Toph couldn’t hold back her surprise.

“He ordered your father to kill you?” Katara asked, sadness creeping into her eyes. You nodded. 

“Azula and I ran out of there and she immediately began to terrorize Zuko, knowing that there was no way that Ozai would kill me,” you continued. “I was his pride and joy, a ruthless firebender. Unfortunately, Zuko wasn’t. He was soft and sweet and so, so pure. In Ozai’s eyes, he was weak. It wasn’t until a few years later that I learned that Ozai thought about a ‘loophole’, asking Fire Lord Azulon if it mattered which of his first borns met their end. Azulon waved him off, stating that he didn’t care for either of us. The next night, Fire Lord Azulon died in his sleep and our mother disappeared.”

The silence was almost unbearable and you looked up to meet Aang and Katara’s pity-filled eyes. Toph was abnormally serious and Sokka wasn’t meeting your eyes. You continued to speak, wanting to fill the silence. 

“Ozai took the throne, claiming that Fire Lord Azulon’s last wish was for Iroh to be stripped of his title. That’s how I became crown princess.” You paused for a bit, sighing heavily. It felt good to finally tell someone about everything. “To this day, we still don’t know what happened to our mother. Zuko took it the hardest, of course. He spent the most time with her. Azula, well she was a different story. She was convinced that our mother never loved her. I tried my best to be there for both of them but we all changed. Azula and I threw ourselves into our firebending lessons and Zuko took it upon himself to start learning about our military forces. By thirteen, I was already working on bending lightning. I was one of the youngest firebenders to ever do that but losing my mother had made me more reckless and aggressive and firebending was the perfect outlet. I was the perfect weapon and Ozai knew it.”

You paused for a few seconds, wondering if you should continue. Sighing yet again, you continued to speak. “When Zuko and I were thirteen, everything just got worse.  By this point, I rarely saw him. Azula was getting more and more aggressive as time went on and honestly, so was I. I had mastered almost all aspects of firebending, except for lightning, and I had mastered sword fighting. And then Zuko got challenged to an Agni Kai.”

Everyone except for Aang seemed confused, prompting you to explain.

“An Agni Kai is a firebending duel. It stops once someone gets burned,” you said somberly. “It turns out that in one of the war meetings, a general proposed a plan to take over an Earth Kingdom town that would result in the deaths of an untrained Fire Nation battalion. Zuko said that leading them to death was wrong. The very own nation that they loved would be leading them straight to the slaughter. He called the general out on his tactics and accepted the Agni Kai when the general challenged him.”

“Zuko did that?” Sokka asked skeptically. “He tried to save the soldiers?”

“He wasn’t always mean,” you replied, chuckling humorlessly. “During the Agni Kai, I was sitting between Azula and Uncle Iroh. We were all watching anxiously as Zuko approached his opponent. You can only imagine the shock we felt when his opponent was revealed to be Ozai, not the general.”

“No!” Katara gasped, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. You didn’t meet her gaze. 

“When he noticed it was...our father, Zuko threw himself to the ground, begging for mercy and forgiveness and stating that he would not fight Ozai.” You shook your head, trying to blink back the tears that had welled up. “Ozai said he had to learn respect. He said that by speaking out of turn, he had insulted him as a parent. When Zuko refused, he said he was dishonorable and that he was going to teach him a lesson. That’s how he got his scar. He was immediately banished, sent on a quest to find the Avatar and capture him. Only then could he regain his honor and reclaim his title as prince.”

“But the Avatar had been missing for nearly one hundred years!” Katara said, looking at you in confusion.

“I know,” you replied. “He wasn’t supposed to find Aang. Ever. Zuko left and Uncle Iroh joined him in his banishment. I didn’t do anything.”

“What do you mean?” Aang asked.

“I mean I didn’t do anything!” you shouted, a tear spilling out of your eye. “I’m his older sister. I’m supposed to protect him! And I didn’t do anything. Spirits, you should’ve seen Azula’s face during the Agni Kai. She had the biggest smile on her face. Uncle Iroh looked away but I… I just couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I froze. And I couldn’t save him.”

“Ozai would’ve burned you too,” Aang said softly, his eyes wide. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose with your sleeve and ignoring Aang’s words. “After his banishment, I lost my bending.”

“How does one just lose their bending?” Toph asked loudly, earning an elbow to the stomach from Katara.

“I don’t know,” you replied quietly, hugging your knees to your chest. “Seeing Zuko getting hurt was rough for me. It didn’t matter that we were separated from a young age. We would always sneak out to the kitchens together to steal snacks and stay up late just playing around. He was my best friend. I just woke up the next morning and my spark was gone. I haven’t been able to bend in three years.”

Aang looked at you sadly. You were his friend and your sadness was so overwhelming that he couldn’t help but feel sad as well.

“Ozai was furious when he found out,” you whispered, rolling up your pant leg to show an ugly scar on your calf. “He did this and then he made me focus on my fighting, giving everyone some bullshit excuse about how I wanted to prove that I was just as capable at fighting without my fire. Azula never found out.”

You raised your head slightly, ignoring everyone’s horror-filled glances as you met Sokka’s bright blue eyes. “Not everything I told you was a lie. When Ozai thought I was old enough, he sent me into battle. He didn’t care if I lived or died. To him it was a win-win situation. Without my bending, he didn’t really see any use for me but if I survived, he still had an heir. I was sent to a small Earth Kingdom battle, led by the same general who had challenged Zuko to an Agni Kai. I took the chance to escape during battle.”

Sokka looked away from you, his jaw clenched and his expression hard. 

“I ran when I was fourteen. I searched for my brother, always getting their trail but never being able to catch up to them. Eventually I just stopped.” You stretched your legs, looking back down at the ground. “I settled into a small Fire Nation colony, doing little errands for the old ladies who lived there. When I gained their trust, they vouched for me and I was able to live there peacefully. No one argued with them because they respected them too much. After a few months, you guys came crashing in and the rest is history.

The Gaang exchanged unreadable looks before Katara turned back to face you. “How do we know we can truly trust you?”

You pondered on her question for a few seconds, opening your mouth to speak before you were beaten to the punch by Aang. 

“I trust her.”

The group went completely silent at the Air Nomad’s words. Sokka kept his gaze down as Katara gave Aang an incredulous look.

“But she’s Fire Nation!” Katara cried out. “She’s Fire Nation royalty and she’s been hiding that from us. For all we know she’s trying to capture you to help her brother!”

“She already had so many chances to do that, Katara,” Aang said patiently, shooting you a soft smile. “She’s proven time and time again that she’s on our side. She even fought both Zuko and Azula! She’s saved your life multiple times as well! So yes, she has my complete trust.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at Aang’s words and you smiled through the tears when Aang got up and gave you a hug. 

“I want her to stay with us,” Aang said. “Besides, you’re right. She’s from the Fire Nation which means that she has insider knowledge.”

You chuckled at his words, nodding along as you glanced at Katara. The Water Tribe girl bit her lip before speaking, knowing that Aang was right. “Alright, Aang. I trust you. But if she does anything that I find weird, I won’t hesitate to bring her down.”

Aang frowned at her words before looking at you. You nodded in agreement, silently assuring the Air Nomad that Katara’s words were reasonable. The tense atmosphere was broken when Toph yawned loudly, stretching before speaking. “Okay now that we all know about Princess over here, can we please get some sleep?”

The rest of the group nodded in agreement and you helped set up the tent and sleeping bags, smiling lightly when you noticed Toph and Katara settle in next to each other. You noticed that Sokka was still sitting a little bit aways and you walked over to him slowly, trying to ignore the curious glances from Aang and Katara.

“Hey,” you said softly, standing next to him. Sokka didn’t reply. “We have the tent all s-”

“Were you ever gonna tell me?” Sokka asked roughly, standing up quickly. His sudden movement took you by surprise, causing you to stumble back a bit.

“S-Sokka, I-”

“Or was I just supposed to be happy with the lies you were telling me?” he snapped, cutting your words off. “Because it seems to me like you weren’t planning on telling us the truth anytime soon.”

You stood silently as Sokka spoke, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Aang looked away from the two of you as Katara swallowed nervously. Sokka was being a little too rough with you. 

“We were perfectly fine before you came alone, Your Highness,” Sokka sneered, giving you a steely gaze. “We didn’t need you.”

You reached out, softly placing your hand on Sokka’s arm. “I’m sorry, Sokka. I really am, but you have to understand that-”

“Understand what?” Sokka yelled, pushing your hand off of his arm. He underestimated his strength, pushing you harder than he meant to and knocking you down. You could hear a soft gasp from Aang. “Just leave us alone.”

“Sokka, stop!” Katara cried out, rushing over to help you up. Sokka’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second as he noticed your distraught face.

“No, it’s okay,” you whispered, gently brushing off Katara’s help and standing on your own. The silence was almost overwhelming as everyone watched you walk over to the large pile of rocks. You climbed to the top, sitting before turning to address Aang. “You all go to sleep. I’ll take the first watch.”

Aang opened his mouth to argue and state that you all needed the rest before noticing the way Katara shook her head. There was a new kind of tension in the air, namely between you and Sokka. Katara was the first to fall asleep, closely followed by Toph and Sokka. Aang laid on the hard ground as quietly as he could, trying to ignore the sniffles that were coming from your direction because he knew you just wanted to be left alone. 

And just like that, the blooming romance between you and Sokka had been crushed before it ever began. 

~

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rotations. (zuko x f!reader) pt19

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(Y/N) hugged each and every one of her friends as tightly as she could. What they had all been preparing for over the past year had finally been achieved. There was still more work to do, but it made her heart swell knowing that they had each brought fantastic change into the world. 

The sun shined through the tall windows, rousing (Y/N) from her slumber. She groaned and turned over in her bed, throwing her arm over her eyes. A knock came from outside of her door. 

“Miss (Y/N)!” One of the servants called. 

“Five more minutes,” (Y/N) grumbled, sinking further into the comfortable sheets and pillows. After sleeping on the ground for almost a whole year, she found it nearly impossible to get out of her bed in the mornings. 

“You instructed me last night that if you said five more minutes, I shouldn’t back down. Today is Prince Zuko’s coronation day.” 

(Y/N) eyes popped open and she sat up quickly, sliding out of bed. She threw on her robe and stumbled over to the wardrobe. “I’m getting ready now, I’ll be out in a bit! Is the prince up yet?” 

“No, Miss.” 

“Fantastic! I’ll wake him up today, alright?” 

“Yes, Miss.” She heard the servant’s footsteps travel down the hall. (Y/N) flung open her wardrobe to pick out the outfit she had chosen for this day. It was a traditional formal Fire Nation outfit: a maroon colored dress with dark, pointed shoulder pads. She dressed and tied her hair back in a topknot, letting the rest flow down her back. Her arm bandages only barely peeked through the sleeves of her dress. 

She exited her room and walked down the hall. It had been a few days since her fight with Azula and it was surprising how different everything already was. The last time (Y/N) was in the Fire Nation Royal Palace, she was a young girl. She had been in Zuko’s room, begging him not to partake in his first Agni Kai. Back then, the walls had been filled with anger and secrets. Now, as she walked through the halls of the palace, everything felt oddly new. It was like the end of the war had changed the entire atmosphere. 

Since her return to the Fire Nation, (Y/N) had taken on the role of being Zuko’s chief advisor. After the defeat of Ozai and Azula, both she and Zuko weren’t quite sure who in the Fire Nation they could really trust. So, (Y/N) had decided to take matters into her own hands. She had been to the palace frequently enough over the past few years to be able to pretend that her presence required respect. When Zuko had too much on his plate, she was there to make the decisions that reflected his and the nation’s best interests. It made her happy to know that she was making a positive change, especially when her best friend was at her side. 

She walked all the way across the palace, to the Fire Lord’s chambers. She knocked loudly against the door and waited for any sounds. When she heard nothing, (Y/N) pulled open the heavy wooden doors and found Zuko still fast asleep. 

“Up and at em! It’s coronation day!” She shouted, taking a pillow from underneath his head and hitting him with it. Zuko groaned in protest, flipping over on his stomach to hide his face. 

“I don’t think this is the way to treat a Fire Lord,” he grumbled into his sheets. (Y/N) began pulling at his legs. 

“Well, it’s a good thing you won’t be Fire Lord until later today.” She pulled again, letting out a grunt before giving up. “You ask me to stay in the Fire Nation with you to help you bring back peace and now you won’t even listen to me when I try to do it!” 

“How is waking me up early bringing back peace?” 

“It brings peace of mind to me knowing that you won’t sleep through your coronation.” She placed her hands on her hips. “I don’t have all day but I’ll cancel whatever I have to do in order to get you out of bed. Would you like me to sing you a song?” 

Zuko sat up quickly, holding his arms up in defense. “That won’t be necessary! You can leave now!” (Y/N) grinned and walked to the door. 

“Happy coronation day, Fire Lord Zuko,” She said softly. He returned her smile and with that, (Y/N) left to ready the palace for their guests.

Her first stop was the kitchens to ensure that they were preparing enough food for everyone they would be hosting. Representatives from each of the four nations would be coming to celebrate Zuko’s coronation and it was absolutely crucial to both Zuko and (Y/N) that unity be at the forefront of everything they do. So she had invited chefs from the nations to recreate some of their most popular foods. She was sad that she could not invite anyone from the Air Nomads, but she was assured by her chefs that they would try her best to make the culture’s most traditional foods. 

(Y/N) passed by the pots in the kitchens and gagged as she smelled the sea prunes steaming. She absolutely hated them, but she knew they were a Water Tribe delicacy. She just hoped that no one would offer any to her. 

After she stopped by the kitchens, she walked the servants through the timeline of the nights’ events. They would begin with Zuko’s coronation, then the courtyard would quickly be turned into an outside dining area so that everyone could mingle and enjoy themselves. Afterward, she and her friends would have a private celebration with Zuko to celebrate him and his accomplishments. 

“Are you doing my job for me?” (Y/N) paused as she laid out the courtyard blueprints for one of the servants. She turned around and smiled when she saw Zuko, fully dressed in his royal garments. He had pulled his hair back into a topknot that (Y/N) considered to be the cutest thing ever. 

“Someone has to do it while you’re sleeping the day away.” She dismissed the servants, leaning against the table of the meeting room. “What’ve you been up to?” 

“Some council meetings with leaders of the other nations.” Zuko sighed, leaning beside her. “We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.” 

“We do. But we’ll do it together.” She leaned on Zuko’s shoulder and closed her eyes as he leaned his cheek against the top of her head. Much more had changed than just their place of residence. (Y/N) realized that while she had fought Azula so furiously because of what she had done to Zuko, there was also a deeper reason of why she was so angered. As she watched Zuko lying on the ground, practically dying, she realized that everyone had been right. The feelings that she felt for Zuko surpassed friendship. She loved him and she had loved him for a very long time. 

It was unfortunate that it had taken her until he was mortally injured to realize it, but better late than never, she supposed. 

She was scared to tell him though, which baffled her. She had fought for her life on multiple occasions, survived prison, and defeated one of the most powerful benders in the entire Fire Nation...but she still couldn’t tell her best friend that she was in love with him. 

“Wanna come out to the courtyard with me?” Zuko stood. “Everyone should be arriving soon.” (Y/N) nodded and followed him through the palace and to the steps of the main courtyard. Just as they walked outside, Appa landed in the middle of the courtyard with Aang, Sokka, Katara, Toph, and Momo in tow. (Y/N) and Zuko wore bright smiles on their faces as they waved to their friends. The last time she had seen any of them was the day of the comet. While that had only been a few days ago, this was the most time she had spent apart from her friends in a very long time. She ran to the courtyard to greet them as they stepped off of Appa, with Zuko trailing behind. 

(Y/N) hugged each and every one of her friends as tightly as she could. What they had all been preparing for over the past year had finally been achieved. There was still more work to do, but it made her heart swell knowing that they had each brought fantastic change into the world. 

“You look so different,” Sokka exclaimed, admiring her traditional Fire Nation robes. (Y/N) beamed up at him. 

“I used to dress like this all the time before I ran off with you hooligans. Do you guys want a tour? I can’t wait to show you where Zuko and I grew up!” 

“Maybe a little later,” Zuko cut in. “Aang and I have an important meeting to get to.” He gave her an apologetic look. 

“Oh, right,” (Y/N) said, but the excitement didn’t fall from her face. “Very important Fire Lord and Avatar stuff.” She turned back to Sokka, Katara, and Toph. “How about you all come with me to the kitchens? You can taste the food we’ve been preparing and let me know if it’s good enough to serve.” 

“Sounds great!” Toph cheered. “I’m starving. Someone ate all the seal jerky on the way here.” 

All three girls looked at Sokka, who shrugged. “I’m a growing man!” 

(Y/N) led them into the palace. They marveled at the ornate architecture on the inside, and at the portraits of past Fire Lords. Katara halted the group to look at the blank space on the wall of Fire Lords. “What happened here?” 

“We took down the portraits of Sozin, Azulon, and Ozai,” (Y/N) explained. 

“Why?” Toph asked. 

“Zuko and I agreed that we didn’t want our nation to forget its history, no matter how horrible it is. But we also didn’t want to honor those three when all they’ve done was cause pain and suffering.” She pursed her lips as she stared at the empty space. “I’m working on hiring a painter for Zuko, but he’s always so busy.” 

“Are you like Zuko’s assistant now?” Sokka questioned. (Y/N) shrugged. 

“I do the things he doesn’t necessarily have time for, so I guess. Really I just consider myself his friend.” 

“His friend?” Katara asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, Katara, his friend,” (Y/N) said, but the two best friends exchanged a knowing smile that told Katara everything she needed to know. (Y/N) turned quickly on her heel to lead them down to the kitchens. They ate to their hearts content and only barely left the kitchens in time to make the coronation. 

Katara and Sokka stood at the front of the Water Tribe guests with their father. Toph stood at the front of the Earth Kingdom guests with Haru, the Mechanist, and other friends from they had met. (Y/N) stood at the front of the Fire Nation guests, exchanging smiles and greetings with the nobles who were willing to hear Zuko out. 

If she squinted, she could see Zuko standing inside the palace. He looked hesitant, as if he were scared, and (Y/N) cursed herself for not being up there with him. She could have coached him through this or cheered him on. He paced back and forth as he waited to be called out by the Fire Sages. (Y/N) felt herself smile at how nervous he was. Zuko was confident, but never cocky, and it was one of the things she loved most about him. 

Right before it was time for Zuko to walk out, (Y/N) watched as Mai walked up to him. The two exchanged a kiss, resulting in the biggest smile being put on Zuko’s face.

(Y/N) looked over at Katara, whose wide eyes and open mouth let her know that she was just as shocked. But she had no time to react. She swallowed her feelings deep into the pit of her stomach and cheered like everyone else did as Zuko walked out to be crowned Fire Lord. 

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[spasmsofthought]

secrets. (zuko x reader)

A bit of a drabble that I needed to write as I procrastinate turning in a final paper for an online class. It’s all a doozy. 

Love to you all! xo 

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This is just after the war ends, and the most recent addition to the Gaang from their travels during the war (and a recent friend to Zuko) wonders about things. 

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“Were you ever really going to tell me about your family?” You say, staring at the picture of Fire Lord Azulon in the gigantic, ornate hall. 

It is intimidating, but also lonely. There are less similarities between him and Zuko the more you study the painting. 

Eyes can have the same color and yet be totally opposite. 

He waits for a moment, joining your side and also looking (read: glaring) at the painting. Pushing his buttons seems the only way you’re able to get closer to him without making yourself so obvious. 

“It’s not something I like to talk about.” 

“What do you like to talk about, then?” You throw back at him. His silence frustrates you in a place where there has always seemed to be whispers of intrigue and betrayal. Conspiracy theories can roam inside hallowed halls and rumored assassins have stolen life in the dark of night before. War and genocide have been plotted here. There is so much you still do not know. 

As bright as fire is, it casts a lot of shadows. 

Zuko doesn’t answer. 

“I understand,” You begin, turning your eyes from the portrait to the profile of his face, “That it’s unpleasant to be vulnerable Zuko. I get it.” 

“I don’t know if you do.” He voice trials off as he looks at the ground. He makes a motion like he’s about to shrug and walk off, but there’s something that keeps him rooted in his place. 

“So, just because my dad didn’t scar my face, my mother didn’t leave in the middle of the night, and I wasn’t exiled, means I won’t understand pain or suffering or anger?! There’s a lot I haven’t told you either, Zuko...” 

There is a thick tension in the air, and if Aang were here, you’d be tempted to ask if he could bend it. 

“And even if I hadn’t experienced any kind of pain of suffering, there is a thing called empathy, Zuko. I can honor your pain and do my best to feel it even if I haven’t experienced it.” 

His eyes catch yours, amber-colored and glowing with so many different emotions. 

It seems when one struggle ends for him, another one begins. This time, though, the struggle isn’t something he can fight off with his fire-bending or his dual swords. 

“If I can’t ask about your life and care, then what kind of friend would I be to you, Zuko?” 

“I guess I’m not used to having so many people really care that deeply. With the exception of my uncle, most other relationships in my life have always been more on the surface.” He turns his gaze down one of the hallways. 

You don’t know what he’s searching for, but you do know it won’t be anything that he can see. 

“Then let’s start with one secret at a time, yeah? If you can handle that...” You give a slight laugh and place your hand on his shoulder, keeping it there for as long as you can in a show of affection and support. 

His lips quirk up as he looks at you. For a second, he looks his age; like the teenager he should be. Not weighed down with the responsibilities of being one of the few people healing the whole world after a hundred year war. 

“Come on, I promise I’ll go easy on you.” 

Zuko only shakes his head in mirth as he trails out of the hall with you, the portrait now being forgotten as you both enjoy each other’s company. 

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[wearethewitches]

fem!zuko fic ideas

so these are mostly femzuko stuff, where she’s born to ozai or azulon, yknow?? and some are cuter than others, most are canon-divergent, etc.

Zuko, daughter of Ozai and Ursa

(young adult, governor of the island Shu Jing, tiny and nearer to the Crescent Isle than Caldera; aka, she gets lots of assassins a lot and she is perfectly aware that her father wants her dead, thank-you; Azula is her bastard daughter out of wedlock, though few know all the facts and suitors come nearly as often as assassins; but she also has a group of body-doubles who are her guard and replace her when she visits the colonies and/or Caldera, or wants to have alone time with Azula; the one time Zuko is surprised is by Hakoda and his people visiting quietly, after sending her a letter about meeting, etc.; seeing him, both of them making veiled comments having met before and getting asked to take her father's place when he's overthrown; Zuko is a 'neutral' party...up until Hakoda's daughter shows up with the Avatar after the Day of Black Sun, in need of a firebending master; it bothers her that Hakoda got thrown in Boiling Rock, something she guesses when told of the failed invasion, etc.; Zuko doesn't have a problem with bending, as Iroh took her out to see the dragons and she takes Aang to do the same thing; toddler Azula comes with her to the Temple, making havoc for everyone while one of her doubles has a much-needed laugh; Boiling Rock comes after the dragons, where she stays behind to control the prison, killing the Warden; she goes through the prisoners one by one, recognising more than a couple of her own assassins as well as slavers and pirates, realising she can't exactly let the prison go unmanned; when Sozin's Comet passes, she's surprised and taken captive by her own prisoners, etc.; Zuko is put in the Coolers for way, way too long while everyone escapes, starving by the time she's rescued and desperately wanting to see her daughter; Iroh takes the throne when she refuses, saying it's not a burden she's ever wanted and anyway, she's his heir anyway. Iroh sighs and takes the throne, dealing with reparations better than she would have. interesting end note, where Hakoda kills yet another assassin after her blood and she questions whether he can take the heat; Hakoda says he'll try, then spins Azula around and plays with his 'adopted' daughter, even though Zuko notes that their cheekbones are the same.)

Zuko, daughter of Azulon and Ilah, twin of Ozai

(contender for the throne, Agni Kai that she only loses because she's a good person, Zuko x Hakoda x Kya)

Zuko, daughter of Azulon and Ilah, twin of Ozai

(contender for the throne, Agni Kai that she loses bc she doesn't want to fight her brother or actually sit on the throne. Zuko x Shen the Boulder, undercover in the Earth Kingdom; Zuko adopts Toph when she runs away, keeps her hidden like she asks, cuts off her hair 'for lice reasons' and lets her be dirty as all hell, so long as she knows how to write in the dirt; word gets around that Shen has a new wife and child, the Beifong's thinking that they've stolen Toph; Shen is accosted in town and made to lead the Beifong guard to his home, to meet them both

Toph is unrecognisable and lets her attitude out; she earthbends away underneath their house at one point to escape them when they refuse to believe she's not actually Toph, the guards thinking that Zuko did it; the guards make some nasty suppositions about an earthbender stealing away the Little Lady in the night and Zuko gets angry and proves she's not an earthbender by surrounding them all in a circle of fire, very narrowly missing burning Toph when she abruptly comes back out from under the ground

Shen immediately starts packing when they run off and points out that they may not be his wife and daughter, but they're still family; so, they go on the run, living off the land and creating earth houses warmed by fire, etc.; they travel north through the Swamp, going on towards Omashu; they stay there for a long time, Toph having encounters with King Bumi while Zuko uses her skills from childhood to teach sighted children how to write; Shen gets a job earthbending with the mail company; their lives in Omashu are actually kind of great and Zuko and Shen get a bit more romantic, Shen doing the whole dating romance thing that spins Zuko in a tizzy for a while, until she finally reciprocates; Toph and Bumi's Mad Adventures during the dating shenanigans

they live there for literal years, Zuko getting a good reputation as a tutor, etc., with her own side-business in writing up contracts for pittance; then the Beifong's representative recognises Toph in Bumi's court and she goes running with little more than a 'see you later, crystal-muncher', finding her parents and telling them what's up; they scatter, leaving everything behind and attempting to go through the Secret Tunnel

Toph attempts to navigate for them, but she's not too good at mazes; Shen helps her with her temper, instead asking if there are badger-moles about that might assist; there are, but they won't come near Zuko, whose inner fire is recognisable as a firebenders; Zuko makes them both leave with the badger-moles, saying she'll find her way out, as she can tell east from west; she makes Shen leave to look after their daughter

Zuko has a bit of introspection, finding the statues and meditating to them for a while, pondering the path through the mountain so she can return to them; the two spirits of the secret lovers visit her and remind her that they were earthbenders, etc., telling her the full story, then saying the only way she'd figure it out was by banking her fire, as they did not have fire when they walked the tunnel; Zuko agrees after some fear, then actually banks her inner flame, too, not realising they only meant the outside light; she realises there's another warmth inside of her and discovers the bioluminescant rock, following the path...the wrong way

she finds the Omashu side and is nearly caught in the Beifong guard's trap, making excuses about leaving because she was a firebender; they say that Toph is a spitting image of her mother and they will get her back; Zuko sets fire to them and escapes into the cave, chastising herself for going the wrong way

reunite with the family, keeping her pregnancy secret for a while, until Toph starts complaining that there must be an animal following them, because the heartbeat is so quick; she reveals all and they decide to go to Ba Sing Se, via the Great Divide to Full Moon Bay; they get there and Zuko has trouble getting work from being pregnant, until Toph helps holler about cheap schooling in the Lower Ring

there's some issue with getting her a license, until Shen saves the day by getting inducted into the police-force; he looks ridiculous in the uniform, but it gets them moved into the Middle Ring and Zuko accidentally gains the reputation as a highborn in disguise and then just a highborn without money; she doesn't care, keeping her tutoring to small classes at a decent price, no contract writing though

it is pure chance that she discovers her elder brother's teashop, but 'Mushi' doesn't recognise her and Zuko decides to visit as often as she can; Toph comes with most of the time and when Zuko tells her why she visits, she visits on her lonesome and calls him 'Uncle Mushi' and makes a not-so-veiled comment about not recognising his own sister, like she thought sighted people could do

peace and happiness in the family, Shen meeting Iroh and being none-the-wiser, until the Avatar shows up looking for his earthbending teacher, Toph Beifong; they nearly make another runner, until Aang promises he won't try taking her back to Gaoling, bc her parents are creepy, Toph making a racket about Zuko and Shen being her parents, not them, etc.

the Gaang invite her to join their epic quest and at this point, Zuko has the kid, weirdly happy that both her family and the Gaang are panicking; Sokka gets her baby a really lovely blanket with a Water Tribe charm he attached to the inside to keep her new baby daughter safe; Zuko names her Ilah, after her mother, somehow surprised that she's born a firebender like herself; Iroh dotes on the baby, but then they both have to go face Azula when she starts invading Ba Sing Se with the drill. Ilah is left with Shen and the Gaang as Iroh and Zuko go into Azula's custody willingly, stopping her from taking over the earth kingdom.

Ozai vs. his siblings. Zuko never gets to explain the Shen who she is and no-one knows until they give themselves up so Aang can escape. Zuko is put in Boiling Rock and threatened with the Freezer, while Iroh is placed in his canon cell.

(didn’t have any other notes for this one. assume that zuko takes over the prison and when the break-out team appears, she eventually becomes fire lady, yada yada and toph is Horrified at becoming a princess.)

Zuko, daughter of Azulon and Ilah, twin of Ozai

(contender for the throne, runs off to Iroh at Ba Sing Se when Ozai assassinates their father, only to find that things aren't going very well at all, Zuko x Kuei, takes control of the Dai Li when they attempt to kidnap her and kills Long Feng, etc.; Ba Sing Se is most definitely at war and Zuko's allegiance is with them, against the Fire Nation; realising that Ba Sing Se is overpopulated, the decision to build Up, rather than Out, mass army recruitment and district guard; the nobles complain and Kuei says he'll set Bosco on them if they demean their fellow citizens again; Zuko has had a bad influence on him.)

Zuko, daughter of Azulon and Ilah

(adult, expected to marry a Zhao-like war general, does marry said general only to have an affair with Piandao; Azula is his daughter, making for a very angry husband; Zuko is abused roughly, Piandao having no idea Azula is his, as he left court; Iroh comes home from Ba Sing Se and challenges her husband to an Agni Kai when he sees his sister's bruises, wins and kills the dude, before taking Zuko and Azula away; they live on the Wani in relative peace; a letter to Piandao, only for Fat's signature to come back telling her she's welcome in his home for visits alone, no Azula allowed; Zuko, angry, ignores him for the rest of time and gets pissy at the wrong time, when Azula later asks her who her dad is; what ensues is Azula running away to find her father and joining the Gaang as the resident firebender, while Zuko threatens everyone she comes across into finding her daughter; Iroh can't really help, as he's also angry that Azula would so willingly put herself in danger bc, uhh...Lu Ten feels; Azula thinks every dark-skinned man who's been in Fire Nation waters could be her father, including but not limited to Hakoda, Jeong Jeong, Hue, Zhao, Cabbage-Man, King Bumi, Mai's dad and Guru Pathik, because she doesn't think Zuko has taste; she finally gives up when Sokka asks Piandao and the dude actually says her mother just doesn't want to admit the husband who hurt her sired her child; Azula wishes Iroh hadn't murdered him, then thanks him in the back of her head; time moves on and Zuko finally turns to Piandao, Iroh having gone east to Ba Sing Se, etc., who says she was here and he told her the truth that her father was Zuko's husband; Zuko rages and says that Piandao is her blood father, tyvm, not that he's Ever going to get the privilege of saying as such to Azula's face; Piandao is shocked and left wanting, Zuko taking the Wani to meet Hakoda and his men; smexy times, before the DoBS; she rescues him from Boiling Rock in a fit of pique, returning him to Sokka and finding Azula, who Zuko - in front of everyone - calls Azula Hakoda's kid, who is a bit miffed at the idea he'd cheat on his wife; again, in front of everyone, Zuko apologises, then says to Azula that her father left before Zuko knew she was pregnant; mother-daughter bonding, except Azula's still privately not satisfied; 'a year later' note, before Azula goes to meet her uncle Ozai for the first time, who calls her a bastard to her face; Ozai does a ...reveal, then cut to Azula in Piandao's office when he gets back from training a new recruit, poking around his things. casual "Hello, Father." Azula-style, "I hear you know my mother." Piandao recovers quite well, having a 'casual' conversation about Zuko's swordmanship skills, before he offers Azula. she drawls that if it's really a family tradition, she might as well. Piandao smiles and welcomes her home. "Home...well, at least it's nicer than the Wani.")

Zuko, daughter of Iroh, twin of Lu Ten

(young adult, attempted murder via Ozai; Mother of Faces + Zuko | Kya, not the real Kya, memory issues until the Southern Raiders attack and she melts the whole force, running off when she remembers being Zuko; angst at being a mother and not a mother, scraping together her shit at the Air Temple, continually running away when her children accidentally find her; kidnapping Toph by accident and then depriving Aang of an earthbending master, etc., reuniting with Hakoda when running from danger, Toph crying/hating when she forces Hakoda to take her, so she can help Aang; discovering her father and calling herself Kya, explaining everything to him except being Zuko; Iroh helps her go to the Mother of Faces, etc., but the Mother knows she doesn't want to stop being Kya and gives her the choice of when to take her mask off; she parts from Iroh, still not revealing things, then goes to join Sokka and Katara in Caldera, solving their succession crisis when it's brought up that Azula is the heir, taking off her face in front of her children and claiming the throne as Zuko, daughter of Iroh, true Queen of the Fire Islands)

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[gotticalavera]

Aang's relationship with the princes of the Fire Nation in different generations

Inspired by a ship dynamics Cindersart

#I'll be honest... not sure what I did 😥 #I only saw the image and thought of Aang with someone from the Fire Nation ... more specifically Zuko or Azulon #So in the end I drew them both #It is the first time that I use a reference to the book to draw Azulon #zukaang #aang x zuko #zuko x aang #prince zuko #fire lord zuko #zuko #azulon #prince azulon #azulon x aang #aang x azulon #avatar aang #aang #gotti art

[icegoddessrukia]

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Thanks so much <3

If you could change one thing about the show, what would it be?

It’s difficult to choose just one thing. There are several changes I wish they had made. I would basically make each Book slightly longer by adding in some useful/interesting episodes to each of them. ATLA is close to perfect as it is so this is by no means a criticism but I think if they were doing things differently, here are some of the things I would want: 

Longer/slowburn Zuko and Katara friendship arc in Book 3. TSR was a fine episode and the enemies - friendship arc was great but I think it would have been even more satisfying if they had drawn out the the arc just a little longer and developed the friendship more.

More Water Tribe worldbuilding episodes in Book 1 (kinda like Bato of the Water Tribe). Other than the Air Nomads, it felt like they had the least amount of screentime/exploration.

Air Nomad culture worldbuilding/Aang character episode focusing more on just him as a character and his trauma as fans seem to forget Aang exists

More Azula exploration episodes in Books 2/3 including an “Azula Alone” type of episode that explores her relationship with Ozai in particular and her relationships with Zuko, Mai, and Ty Lee

Mai and Ty Lee individual character development episodes focusing on their home lives/Ty Lee’s time in the circus

Suki backstory/subplot that tells us more about her and the individual Kyoshi Warriors perhaps 

More Iroh flashback episodes to when he was “bad” perhaps (?). Maybe a closer look at his childhood/wife/Lu Ten and relationship with Ozai and Azulon

This is probably a really unpopular opinion but The Firelord and the Avatar episode didn’t do enough for me. Wish there was a greater exploration into what the Fire Nation/Sozin’s motivations were and the conflict between him and Roku. 

The Jet subplot in Book 2 would be handled differently. We would get more friendship development between him and Zuko and a closer look at Jet’s motivations/background

Get rid of The Great Divide altogether 

What would be your idea post-war occupations for each member of the Gaang?

Aang- Avatar who basically goes around helping people/doing charitable work/learning about other cultures. Frequently works with Zuko and other leaders.

Katara- Master waterbending healer/Support to the Avatar in his charitable work/rebuilding efforts for the nations

Zuko - Fire Lord who takes a very active role in helping his people

Mai - Politician/strategist/advisor to the Fire Lord and she gets involved in her family’s businesses 

Sokka - Inventor/Engineer and Chieftain of the Southern Water Tribe 

Toph - Security officer - maybe armorer or blacksmith? 

Suki - Kyoshi Warriors leader and she teaches non-bending techniques 

Azula - Advisor to the Fire Lord/Senior military officer 

Ty Lee - She tries different things, does the Kyoshi Warrior role for a year or two, then she gets back into acrobatics again and goes back to performing, teaches Chi-Blocking at one point, she works with Madame Wu at her shop, she doesn’t work for a while, becomes a socialite and eventually she starts her own fashion/makeup business 

Favorite canon ship(s)

Kataang and Maiko without a doubt

Favorite fanon ship(s)

Tyzula/Azulee, Toko (Zuko x Toph), Haru x Katara, Ohev x Toph (although I guess that’s canon because it was in one of the spinoff books?) 

Who would make up your team Avatar (if you were the Avatar)?

Mai and Ty Lee for sure because they’re the best, Katara seems like she would be the most supportive person ever to whoever was Avatar so her too, June because she gets the job done and she just seems like she would be really badass 

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