everything happens for a reason part 10 - zuko x fem!reader
I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid
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a/n: i love y/n's friendship with sokka so much im sorry im gonna go cry
wc: 6.5k, these chapters just keep getting longer lmaoo
warning(s): canon stuff that happens in the chase, y/n gets burned, some feels over zuko, the usual ykyk
chapter title comes from "motion sickness" by phoebe bridgers!
So far, Toph had proven to be a good addition to their group. Her unapologetic attitude was rightfully earned because of her insane skill in earthbending, and she was also hilarious — at least, to Y/N she was. Just like with Aang, she felt like it was her duty to protect the younger girl. It was obvious that she could protect herself with her earthbending, but Y/N still had this odd sense of responsibility.
It hadn’t really occurred to her until now, but she and Sokka were the oldest in the group. No wonder things had been such a disaster; the two of them had unwittingly taken on the parental roles when they didn’t have a clue of what to do.
Between them, they each had a dead parent and an absent one. With that kind of guidance influencing their actions, it was a miracle that they made it anywhere at all — she had quickly realized that while their whole group was made up of concerningly powerful children, they owed a lot of their success to luck.
And though they all were unfortunately wise upon their years, that childish nature often held back in the name of survival was let loose — case in point, Toph.
It had been another long day of flying, and for Appa’s sake as well as wanting to be on solid ground again, they had decided to set up camp for the night. Y/N had volunteered herself to gather firewood and Sokka had decided to come along — it held a special place in both of their heart from that night shortly after she had joined the group, and somehow it had just become their thing — and when they reentered the grounds, Y/N was surprised to find themselves on the sideline of a budding argument.
“—that’s great for you, but we still need to finish-”
Her insistence was cut off by Toph, a slight bite to her words. “I don’t understand what’s the problem here!”
Katara looked like she wanted to say more, but she managed to hold herself back with a sigh and a dismissive wave of her hand. “Nevermind.”
Y/N gave Sokka a look of ‘I’ll handle this’, and once he nodded she added her firewood to his stack. She dusted her hands of residue on the front of her tunic as she made her way through the camp to Katara, offering a small smile that the girl returned. “What was that about?” she asked.
Katara sighed once more and shook her head. “Nothing. Toph is just… really hard to work with.”
She glanced back at the earthbender, unbothered underneath her rock tent, before turning back to Katara. “Well… she’s not really like us, you have to remember that. She’s a Beifong, and even though she did all that fighting, she’s still been pretty sheltered by her parents. I doubt they went on family camping trips much, being super rich and all.”
Her expression turned thoughtful with a hint of shame as she nodded, the subsequent smile slightly sheepish. “I didn’t think about that. She probably needs time to get used to this whole lifestyle — I’m sure she’ll start helping soon.”
Y/N grinned and nodded, patting Katara on the back before walking back over to Sokka, kneeling down to help him get a fire started. She felt a strange swell of pride as she saw Katara walking back over to Toph’s tent, and smiled wryly at Sokka. “I’m pretty good at this, huh? This must be what being a parent feels like.”
He snorted as he rubbed two sticks against each other in an attempt to get a spark, allowing himself a glance at the two girls before cocking an eyebrow. “First off, you’re barely a year older than Katara. Second, if anything? I’m the parent. And third, they’re arguing again.”
Y/N chuckled before his words sunk in, and when she whipped her head around she was greeted by Katara storming away from the still unbothered earthbender. She took a deep breath to tamp down on her annoyance then shook her head. “You know what? Not my problem right now. Let’s just focus on this fire.”
~~~~~~~
Though she might have deemed the argument between the two girls ‘not her problem’, something on the horizon was very much about to become ‘her problem’.
Y/N and Sokka had continued onto their various tasks after getting the fire started, and despite the spat between Katara and Toph the rest of the night was surprisingly quiet. Uttered ‘good nights’ were the only thing passed between the four of them (Toph had turned in her last talk with Katara) as they settled in.
Sleep came easily after the long day, but it was interrupted far too quickly. Dreams of the past were dashed from her mind as Toph started yelling, running out of her tent into the middle of camp. “There’s something coming towards us!”
“What is it?” Aang asked. They were talking at a normal level, but every word was like a rock hitting her skull when all she wanted to do was rest.
“It feels like an avalanche, but also… not an avalanche.”
“Your powers of perception are frightening,” Sokka said drily.
“Can’t it wait until morning?” Y/N groaned, turning over in her sleeping bag. When she opened her eyes, she was unfortunately greeted by the sight of everyone already packing up their things.
“I don’t think so,” Katara said, something decisive in her eyes. “We should leave.”
“Better safe than sorry,” Aang agreed. Y/N heaved a sigh, knowing this was a battle she wouldn’t win, and decided to join the packing party. Before she knew it, they were all gathered on Appa once more and flying through the night sky.
A yawn wormed its way out of her throat, causing her to lean against the side of the saddle. “I hope whatever’s following us loses interest.”
“I don’t think it has.” Sokka pointed out a billowing cloud of dust in the distance, the true nature of the problem unknown due to it.
“What is that thing?” Katara murmured, speaking the question on everyone’s mind but no answer available.
Fortunately, the silence didn’t stretch out for too long. Aang guided them to a mountain, far out of reach of whatever thing was after them, and she picked up the packaged tent to begin setting it up when Toph all but lunged off of Appa’s back.
“Ah, land! Sweet land.” She jumped up from the ground and began to walk off, most likely to set up in a corner like she had before. “See you guys in the morning!”
“Actually,” Katara said as she slid down onto the ground as well. “Can you help us unload?”
She scoffed, not even turning to look at Katara. “Seriously? You need me to help unload Sokka’s funky-smelling sleeping bag?”
“Well… yeah.” Katara looked up at Y/N for guidance and she offered a small smile along with a nod. “That, and everything else. You’re a part of our team now, and—”
Toph seemed to be making a habit out of interrupting the waterbender, pointing at her as she snapped. “Look! I didn’t ask you to help unload my stuff! I’m carrying my own weight.” Satisfied with proving her point, Toph started to walk away, but Katara wasn’t going to let it go.
“That’s not the point!” she insisted. “Ever since you’ve joined us, you’ve been nothing but selfish and unhelpful!”
“What?” Toph stood her ground and pointed her finger at Katara, fuming with each word. “Look here, sugar queen — I gave up everything I had so that I could teach Aang earthbending, so don’t you talk to me about being selfish!” She sat down on the ground and bent up rock from the ground to form her tent from before, turning away from Katara and once again trying to put an end to it.
Unfortunately, Katara didn’t get the memo.
“Sugar queen?” she cried, making it seem like the nickname was far more insulting than anything else the earthbender had said to her that night. Before Katara could get anything else out, Toph bent more rocks up to close herself off. “Did you just— did you just slam the door in my face?! Ugh— how can you be so infuriating?”
As Katara resorted to banging and kicking the rock tent, the remaining trio watched with wide eyes from a distance. “Wow,” Y/N muttered. “They barely know each other, but they sure know how to push each other’s buttons.”
“Should we… do something?” Aang rubbed his head, more concerned than anything.
“Hey, I’m just enjoying the show,” Sokka chuckled.
As Aang walked over to try and calm Katara down, Y/N let herself fall onto her back on Appa’s saddle. “I don’t even know if I want to unpack. I might just sleep up here tonight.”
He snorted and took his bundle of things off of the saddle, then slid down Appa’s side to reach the ground. “You do that.”
And she did. For all the trouble that Katara went through, they hardly set up a camp, the exhaustion hanging over everyone’s head ultimately winning over. Sleep came even easier than before, but she had just gotten comfortable when four words from Toph shattered her hopes for a peaceful night.
“That thing is back,” she said, earning a groan from Y/N as she sat up and protests from Sokka.
“Well, how far away is it?” he grumbled as he pulled the covers of his sleeping bag over his head. “Maybe we can close our eyes for just a few minutes.”
“I don’t think we can,” Aang murmured as he looked off into the distance, the telltale smoke cloud visible once again as it billowed up over the trees.
“I guess I was right for staying up here.” She rubbed her eyes as she scooted to her usual corner on the saddle, trying her best to blink the sleep out of them but to no avail. Soon enough, everyone was back on Appa and they were flying off into the night once more.
“Seriously, what is that thing?” Katara questioned, staring at their unknown follower as she rubbed her eyes.
“And how does it keep finding us?” Toph asked as she leaned against their packed supplies.
“I don’t know,” Aang admitted, though he tightened his grip on the reins. “But this time, I’m going to make sure we lose it.”
“Please,” Y/N agreed. She had shifted her weight so she could lean against the side of the saddle, and she allowed her arm to hang lazily in the open air as they flew. “I can make no promises to the kind of person I will become if we don’t get some sleep.”
Just as before, Aang found them a new spot deep within the mountains. They didn’t even have a chance to dismount because as soon as Appa hit the ground, he fell onto his side, spilling all of them off the saddle. Their sky bison was just as tired as they were, which was a great sign.
“Okay, forget about setting up camp.” Sokka crawled into his sleeping bag and shifted around in an attempt to get comfortable. “I’m finding the softest pile of dirt and going to sleep.”
“Good plan,” Y/N yawned. She laid her bundled sleeping bag under her head, too lazy to unpack it and also knowing that, with their luck, they would most likely be up and moving again.
“Yeah,” Katara muttered. “It’s not like Toph was going to help anyway!”
“Oh, I didn’t realize the baby still needed someone to tuck her in!” Toph shot back.
Y/N groaned and rolled over onto her stomach, hoping that she could somehow muffle out the noise. “Can you guys stop for two seconds? I can’t deal with this right now.”
Aang made a noise of agreement. “There’s something after us, and we don’t even know what or who it is.”
“It could be Zuko,” Katara suggested. “We haven’t seen him since the North Pole.”
Y/N let out a sigh at the mention of him, unable to stop the almost instinctive reminiscing that occurred. She wished she could say that she didn’t think about him anymore, but that was a lie — the prince of the Fire Nation crossed her mind at least once a day.
No matter how obtuse it might’ve seemed, she still believed that Zuko was good, that what happened at the North was a fluke. A dim belief, but one nonetheless.
And as much as she wanted to see him again, she was almost too scared to. That, when he came back into their lives as the same person he had been at the North, the carefully sculpted image of the boy she wanted Zuko to be would shatter.
She hoped it wasn’t him.
“Who’s Zuko?” Toph asked.
“Oh, just some angry freak with a ponytail who’s tracked us all over the world,” Sokka muttered. “He’s also Y/N’s ex-boyfriend.”
“He wasn’t my boyfriend,” she grumbled as she rolled onto her back once more. She really was not able to stay still tonight. “He was just the boy that I loved more than anything else that led to my life becoming really fucked.”
She cracked an eye open, the sight of the two twelve year olds next to her reminding her that maybe she should try a little harder to keep her filter up. “Sorry. Really… messed up.”
Aang chuckled and Toph waved a half-hearted hand around to signal she didn’t care. Katara sat up, shifting her weight onto her elbow as she grinned at Sokka. “What’s wrong with ponytails, Ponytail?”
“This is a warrior’s wolf tail,” he defended as he pointed at his hair.
“Well, it certainly tells the other warriors that you’re fun and perky,” she joked.
“Don’t worry Sokka,” Y/N mumbled as she rolled onto her side. “I like your hair.”
He gave her a thumbs up as he rolled onto his back — it looked like not being able to stay still was a staple for their group. “Anyways, whoever’s chasing us couldn’t have followed us up here, so can we all just shush?”
She was more than happy to ‘shush’, but Momo didn’t particularly like the idea — and neither did she, when she realized what his chittering meant. She watched half-heartedly as he, followed by Aang, Katara, and Toph, walked to the edge of the cliff they had taken refuge on, and groaned when it became obvious their threat was back.
“Oh, don’t tell me...” Sokka buried his face in his hands as Y/N reluctantly sat up, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes before they got to moving again.
“That’s impossible!” Aang insisted. “There’s no way they could’ve tracked us!”
“I can feel it with my own two feet,” Toph said, confirming their fears.
Y/N contemplated hitting her head against the ground a couple times to vent her frustration but ultimately decided better, instead choosing to join the rest of her friends near the edge. She gasped, finally able to see the full image of their attacker — it was some kind of metal… thing.
Yeah. She still had no idea what they were up against.
“Let’s get out of here,” Katara said, the unease permeating the air filtering into her words.
“Wait.” Aang’s gaze sharpened as he pulled his staff off his back. “Maybe we should face them, find out who they are. Maybe they’re friendly!”
“People don’t chase you for miles in the dead of the night just to say ‘hi’,” Y/N muttered as she flipped open the cap on her waterskin. “But… I agree. We can’t keep running — we have to take a stand.”
Aang nodded, and Sokka joined them on the ledge as they watched the side of the tank unload. Three mongoose lizards emerged from the opening, and when Y/N caught sight of the passengers she felt her heart stop.
“Princess Azula,” she breathed, adrenaline battling fear in her frozen veins.
Y/N didn’t think there was anyone who scared her more than the Fire Princess. Maybe the Fire Lord had a hand above her, but there was something so utterly terrifying about a girl even younger than her that had been molded into a war machine. A firebending prodigy since birth, it was no surprise that this was who she had become. But she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the princess.
The Fire Nation was good at that, she had noticed during her time there. Stealing the innocence from any child that showed a modicum of skill, then pushing until they broke to become more powerful than any adult they would face. Punishing those who didn’t go along with it.
...she knew that all too well.
Y/N hadn’t even realized she had lost herself in her thoughts until she felt Sokka’s hand on her own, tugging her away from the battlegrounds in an aimless state.
“Earth to Y/N, are you there?”
She blinked a couple times and shook the images from her head before giving a nod and running along with him. “Sorry, yeah! I’m fine.”
He gave her a strange look, but she guessed that he realized there was no time for questions as they hurried back onto Appa. Toph did some last-minute bending to buy them some time in an escape, and as soon as she landed in the saddle with them Aang took off.
“I can’t believe those girls followed us all the way from Omashu,” Katara muttered as she slumped against the side.
“If there’s one thing the Fire Nation has in common, it’s determination.” Y/N was barely able to finish her sentence before a fresh wave of exhaustion hit her, the adrenaline already wearing off. “And if there’s one thing I have in common with Aang, it’s that I need to sleep for a hundred years. Good night.”
It didn’t even feel like a hundred seconds before she was woken up again, this time with a strange sensation of falling.
Except it wasn’t a sensation, and they were actually falling. Nothing like the impending threat of death to get the adrenaline flowing again.
“Aang!” she yelled as she grabbed onto one of the grooves in her saddle, praying to Kyoshi that the rest of the group had woken up.
“What’s going on?” Toph cried.
“Appa fell asleep!” Aang yelled as he fumbled a bit, trying to keep his grip on the reins as their descent sped up.
“Well, wake him up!” Y/N shouted back. She reached out and pulled Toph closer to her, hoping to give the blind girl some sense of stability (as well as not wanting her to fall to her death). Judging by how Toph didn’t immediately throw her off, she took that as a sign that her help was welcome.
“That’s what I’m trying to do!” Using the reins he was able to crawl his way up to Appa’s head, and he continued his attempt. “Wake up, buddy!”
The only thought that Y/N could muster up in the moment was how lame it would be to die this way, so when Appa finally opened his eyes and leveled out she was very thankful. They were all cut up from flying through the evergreens, but she would take that over their barely-avoided fate any day.
She and Katara made quick work of the cuts — a little bit of glowing water was all it took for them to be back to normal — but Appa was out cold after the nonstop night of flying.
“Appa’s exhausted,” Aang muttered as he slid off his sky bison.
“So are we,” Sokka said as he threw his sleeping bag on the ground, Y/N following him. “We've put in a lot of distance between us and them. The plan right now is to follow Appa's lead and get some sleep.” She made a noise of agreement as she laid down on the grass, not even bothering to get her sleeping bag out.
“We could’ve gotten some sleep earlier,” Katara grumbled, “if Toph didn’t have such issues.”
“What?!”
Y/N groaned and hit her head against the ground in some kind of exhausted effort to get them to stop arguing. “You’re the parent, Sokka!” She pressed the heels of her hands against her forehead. “Do something!”
“I have no idea how to get them to stop!” he complained.
She tuned back into the argument just in time to hear four words that made her want to cry.
“I’m out of here,” Toph declared as she walked away, hitting the ground with her foot to bend her bag up to her.
That gave her enough energy to get up, hopping to her feet to block the younger girl’s way. “Toph, you can’t leave! We need you!”
She stomped her foot once more and Y/N was pushed out of the way with more earthbending. “You might need me here, but you don’t want me here. You can find another earthbending teacher.”
All they could do was watch her go, their one hope for mastering earthbending soon a speck of green in the distance. Y/N allowed herself to fall onto her back once more, having spent more time in the grass than her actual sleeping bag tonight, and groaned again. “Why did you guys have to do that?”
“What did I just do?” Aang lamented as he flopped onto the ground. “I can’t believe I yelled at my earthbending teacher — now she’s gone!”
“I know,” Katara muttered, her face full of regret. “We're all just trying to get used to each other. And I was so mean to her.”
“Yeah,” Sokka agreed. “You guys were pretty much jerks.”
“Thanks, Sokka,” Katara said dryly.
“No problem.”
“He’s right,” Y/N said, still not willing to get up from the ground. “If we can’t even get through one sleep deprived night without losing somebody, then this whole group’s gonna be gone by the time we reach the Fire Nation.”
Katara sighed and nodded woefully. “We need to find Toph and apologize.”
“Okay, but what are we going to do with the tank full of dangerous ladies chasing us?” Sokka asked.
Aang picked up a clump of Appa’s shedding fur, and they all watched as it blew off with the wind. “I have a plan.”
~~~~~~~
The plan was a bath.
A bath for Appa, more specifically, and with three waterbenders the process went by quickly. Soon, the river was more white than blue with all the fur that had been washed from the sky bison, and they all sat on the river bank while Appa dried himself out to talk through the second part of their plan.
“Toph was right,” Aang observed. “The fur was leaving a trail right to us. But now that he's clean, no more trail.”
“Are you sure he’s okay to fly?” Katara asked. It was a valid concern — the downtime they had enjoyed for the past half hour or so hadn’t done much for any of them, and though they had washed off his shedding coat they hadn’t been able to do the same for Appa’s exhaustion.
“He’ll be fine. As long as we leave his saddle and all our stuff here, he’ll be able to fly.” He opened his bag and stuffed some of the fallen fur into it before shouldering it and turning to the rest of them. “I’m going to use Appa’s fur to fake trail to lead the tank off-course. You guys will take Appa to try and find Toph.”
“I’ll go with you,” Y/N offered. “Make the teams even.” Aang nodded, the young boy giving her a grateful smile that she returned happily.
After some last minute preparations and bids of good luck to each team, they were all on their way — Sokka and Katara on Appa, and Y/N and Aang flying through the air with the help of his glider, one handle for each of them and white bison fur drifting down to the ground behind them. She was so worried about facing off against the princess and so utterly exhausted from their all night chase that she couldn’t even fully appreciate the sensation of flying.
“Fans of Kyoshi, I hope this works,” she murmured.
She hadn’t even realized the words had been said out loud until Aang responded, his hardened gaze trained ahead. “It will.”
And she believed him. Wholeheartedly.
~~~~~~~
The worst part was the waiting.
They had ended up in a deserted town, and after emptying the last of Aang’s satchel they each took a seat on the ground and waited.
Silently. Both of them were far too tired to discuss anything regarding the imminent battle.
And imminent, it was. Y/N remembered thinking that she just wanted them to show up so they could get it over with, but as soon as she caught the first glimpse of the mongoose lizard she almost instantly regretted it.
The princess dismounted and took a few steps forward before she stopped, standing at odds with the two of them.
“Alright,” Aang said. “You’ve caught up to me, Azula. Now, what do you want?”
She raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the knowledge of her identity, when her sharp gaze narrowed in on Y/N. “Ah, the servant. I nearly forgot that you existed, even more so that you were with them. I always did wonder how you managed to escape that night.”
“What do you want?” she repeated, her voice slightly gruff from a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation.
“Now? Now, it’s over,” she stated. “You're tired and you have no place to go. You can run, but I'll catch you.”
The smallest side glance from Aang caused them both to stand up. He planted his staff in the ground and Y/N flexed her fingers as she flipped the cap open on her waterskin. “We’re not running.”
She smirked. “Do you really want to fight me?”
Of course they didn’t want to fight her, Y/N wanted to say. But she didn’t think they had a choice.
Unfortunately, (or rather, fortunately — talking back never mixed well with Azula) she didn’t get the chance to, for just as she opened her mouth another voice rang out. One that, for just a moment, sent her back into the depths of the North.
Y/N knew who it was before she even saw him.
“Yes,” he growled. “I really do.”
He looked different. With his hair no longer in a ponytail and instead cropped close to his head and Earth Kingdom greens rather than the usual red of his nation, she might not have noticed him as the prince in a crowd. Her heart swelled with concern at his gaunt appearance, and she had to push down on that affection. Not now.
“Zuko!” Both she and Aang said his name at the same time, but the word was barely able to find its way off of her lips as they locked eyes for just a moment.
Just a moment.
Fleeting moments were all they ever got. Ever since the very beginning.
And that was all they got now. A single moment before it all came crashing down.
Azula’s sharp eyes passed between her brother and the waterbender, a light amusement dancing in her irises as if she knew what was going on in both of their minds. “I was wondering when you’d show up, Zuzu.”
“Zuzu?” Aang echoed, unable to stifle his laugh. Zuko finally broke eye contact from Y/N as he shifted into a fighting stance, arms held outwards towards both his enemies.
Because that’s what she was now.
“Back off, Azula,” he warned. “He’s mine.”
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” she drawled as she eased into her own stance.
The four of them stood at odds, each of them a second away from bringing it all down but no one quite wanting to make the first move as they knew what awaited them. But with a twitch of Azula’s arm and a bright blast of blue fire aimed at Zuko, the fight began.
Y/N’s body moved faster than her mind, managing to extinguish some of Azula’s flames before they could hit Zuko, but some still getting past her waterbending. Zuko conjured up his own wall of flames but it was a second too late as he crashed into the side of a house, and Azula’s anger was turned on her as her eyes flashed dangerously.
Thankfully, she was momentarily saved from the wrath of the princess. Aang opened his glider and attempted to fly away, but a wave of fire sent at him put a stop to it. Y/N extinguished some of the flames that were closer to her, but the boy was still knocked to the ground.
She allowed a quick glance behind her to see Azula and Aang locked in a deadly dance of bending, but as a red hot flame raced by her head her attention was once again drawn back to Zuko. He began to advance forward, but razor-sharp icicles wedging themselves in the ground millimeters away from his feet rooted him in place.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Zuko,” she began, her voice slightly unsteady under the weight of the ultimatum. “But I’m not going to let you lay a finger on Aang.”
“You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” he growled. He broke eye contact for a moment to watch the battle raging between Azula and Aang, but she quickly brought it back as she shot another icicle at his feet, having unconsciously moved closer.
“I don’t think you know what you’re dealing with,” she refuted as she drew a stream of water out from her waterskin. “Not another step.”
Just until Aang handles Azula, she told herself. You can handle him while he takes her down. Just think of it as one of your sparring matches.
The sounds of the battle in the distance and their own breathing were the only sounds between the two of them, their gazes locked onto each other’s. She truly didn’t want to hurt him, and judging by the fact that Zuko hadn’t made a move yet he didn’t want to hurt her.
But the sound of a scream belonging to Aang caused her to glance away for just a second, and that was a second too many. He shot a blast of fire at her hands, and due to her momentary loss of concentration, he was able to hit his mark. Y/N cried out in pain, the water flowing between her fingers falling to the ground as she cradled the injury.
Maybe her judgment wasn’t as good as she thought.
She tried to bend the fallen water up from the ground, but the burns festering on her skin weren’t cooperating. One sharp gasp was all it took for Zuko to run past her towards the battle, and though she had half a mind to follow him, her injuries were practically screaming at her to pay attention to them.
And so she did. She kneeled on the ground, biting her lip to stifle any tears that may have come, and did her best to heal the burns with what water she had left. She heard the sound of her name as someone ran towards her, and the relief she felt when she saw Sokka was almost overwhelming.
“Are you okay?” Sokka asked, concerned as she saw the redness on her hands. Thankfully, most of it had faded from her healing. Only the lingering sting of heat and betrayal remained, and she nodded.
“I’m fine,” she growled, her anger overcompensating for the betrayal and uselessness that she felt. She bent the water that had sunk into the dry soil back into her waterskin then leveled her gaze at Sokka. “Let’s end this.”
He nodded and helped her back on her feet, just in time for Katara to run out of the building near them followed by Azula. Sokka brandished his club and swung it at her, forcing her into a corner as well as buying Aang enough time to join them outside.
They began to close in on the princess, an unhealthy mix of adrenaline and anger pumping through Y/N’s veins. The four of them took turns evading Azula’s attacks, but even with the numerical advantage she was still more than holding her own. But just as she was about to fire something off once more, the ground shifted beneath her feet causing her to fall. The culprit was a suspiciously familiar girl in green.
“I thought you guys could use a little help,” Toph grinned.
“Thanks,” Katara said with a smile of her own.
Azula frowned as she hopped back to her feet, shooting blasts of fire at them as she backed away to keep them all at a distance. She ran down an alleyway once she had an opening, but in a move that none of them saw coming, was knocked to the ground by Zuko’s uncle. Y/N and the rest of the group took the chance to make their final stand, the five of them gathering in an arc around the fallen princess. Zuko and Iroh joined as well, and Y/N had to hold back a grimace as she forced her eyes to Azula. Focus.
“Well, look at this,” Azula said snidely as her eyes glided over each of them. “Enemies and traitors, all working together. I’m done.” She raised her hands to surrender in yet another move Y/N didn’t see coming. “I know when I’m beaten. You got me. A princess surrenders with honor.”
In that moment of silence as they waited for the other shoe to drop, her adrenaline slowly began to fade as exhaustion took over once more. They had been moving non stop for almost two days, and she was sure it was weighing just as heavily on the rest of the group as it was her. Maybe that was why she didn’t notice Azula moving until it was too late.
A split second was all it took for the princess to generate a bolt of lightning and send it at Iroh, his vivid scream of pain causing her to wince as well. Zuko’s yell of agony was like a signal in a way as they all bent their elements at Azula (with the exception of Sokka throwing his boomerang) at once, and the explosion caused by the combination of their elements forced them all back a few feet.
Once the dust faded though, the princess was gone.
Zuko collapsed on the ground next to his uncle, his hands moving around frantically as if he wanted to do something to help but he was too afraid.
Against her better judgment, Y/N took a step forward. “I can help him. I’m a trained healer, I know—”
“You don’t want to help, you just want to feel good about yourself,” he growled, the glare he shot her way truly venomous. “Get out of here.”
“Zuko, she’s not lying!” Katara defended, stepping up as well. “We can help him, both of us.”
With a slash of his arm he sent an arc of fire at them, sending the two girls stumbling back. "Leave!"
Y/N still wanted to do more, but apparently she wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions. They all started to run, Sokka grabbing her arm to pull her along with them. “It’s not worth it,” he insisted. “He’s not worth it.”
She wanted to protest, say that he was worth more than anything, but the slight pain lingering under Sokka’s grip and her aching heart made her hesitate.
Once they reached Appa, the whole group piled on and fled the burning town. Y/N couldn’t help but let her eyes wander, the question of how the princess had gotten away nagging at her.
Who was she kidding? She was Azula. She should’ve known that girl was capable of anything. If her father asked her to bring the sun down to Earth, Y/N was sure the princess would find a way, even if it meant burning herself to a crisp in the process.
That shred of sympathy found its way back, but she pushed it away once more. Holding sympathy for the people trying to kill them wasn’t working out very well for her. She had to stifle a laugh at the thought.
Eventually, they were able to find solace in a mountain far away from the abandoned village. Y/N half expected that tank to start following them again, but they were in the clear. For now.
After a quick examination of her hands on Katara’s insistence and a little bit of healing between the two of them to fix up small injuries within their group, they settled in for the night. Too tired to set up camp, they stayed on Appa’s saddle. Uttered goodnights were once again the only thing between they all fell asleep.
Except for Y/N.
Despite the exhaustion running deep into her bones and eyelids that felt like fifty pound weights, her mind was far too loud for her to fall asleep. And it was all just Zuko, Zuko, Zuko.
Why she hadn’t lost hope in him after the North, after he captured Aang, she didn’t know. The idolized version of the prince in her mind, made up of moments from their childhood before everything became fucked, should’ve been shattered after the siege. Spirits, it should’ve been crushed to pieces after the burns he gave her.
But for some stupid reason, she couldn’t fully bring herself to hate him. Not yet.
She knew there was still good in him. The child that she knew years ago, there had to be some of that good left in the angry, rash boy she knew today.
He helped them fight against Azula, no matter the ulterior motives he may have had. He cared for his uncle, and though he may not have acted in his best interest after he had been struck by lightning, she understood it. He was acting off of his grief. He didn’t want to hurt her. He did it because he had to.
...right?
The night sky they laid under was a moonless one, and as the stars twinkled above them she exhaled deeply. She had to stop thinking about Zuko all the time. She was at her best when she was with her friends, joking and playing around with them without a care in the world. As if they didn’t have the weight of the world on their shoulders.
A small smile graced her lips as she looked at her friends next to her, the mere sight of them bringing her some solace from the mess she had created in her mind. The trio had been there for her endlessly from the moment they arrived in the North, and Toph had been like a little sister to her. They might not have always understood her, and they might not have always agreed, but they were always there for her.
She couldn’t forget about Zuko. Not yet.
But maybe it was time to focus on something else for a while.
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okay i KNOW things are bad between y/n and zuko but. look. things gotta get worse before they can get better. just remember that
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