#princess ursa | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thetraumaking · 19 days

Text

Accursed Crown: ATLA x Reader

Child soldier program within the Fire Nation. Princess Ursa will be having the first grandchild of fire lord Azulon, and as a gift, he sends his son, prince Ozai, to find an appropriate bodyguard for the mother of the nation.

After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.

When she gave birth to her second. Not only did she suffer from a burn from the newborn, she didn't feel the motherly love she felt for her firstborn to her second. She couldn't hold her or even look at her. But she's not a cruel woman, so she found a wet nurse and let the other woman raise her. Well, that was the plan until for a whole day straight the baby girl wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. Even Ozai heard it and came to yell at Ursa for failing as a mother.

When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.

From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.

NOT for the faint of heart!!!

Chapter 2: Old Child Chapter 3: Her Touch

Chapter 1: Prologue

Within a quiet little village, in the eastmost part of the fire nation, with a single torch illuminating a small hut, a new mother came to be. Her eyes filled with love and adoration as she lay next to her newborn.

‘You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You’ll never know, dear

How much I love you‘

Her voice lulled the child to sleep as her hand rubbed small circles on the baby's belly.

‘Please don’t take

My sunshine away’

Once Fire Lord Azulon assented to the throne, he passed down a “Nation's Calling.”

The Fire Nation child soldier program.

Children from unsavoury backgrounds or children from the slums were forcibly taken by the ‘collectors.’ To be trained in the art of combat and strategy.

For the greater good of the nation, those of the middle class and higher are more than accepting of the small sacrifice their people must make.

Your breath came out ragged as you dodged another punch to the face. The sudden movement makes you lose your balance as it provides an opportunity for your instructor to strike.

His foot landed hard on your stomach, you could taste your evening rations in your mouth.

Wheezing for air, you roll to the side. For every five of your strikes only two lands. And for every two, one of your instructor’s attacks lands a hit.

“Not bad, but you need to be faster than that to get your next badge, trainee number 076.” His grip on your arm is as tight as a vice. Pulling you off of the training ground for the next group to start their training. “For your age group, you’re not half bad.”

His praise meant nothing to you.

Throughout your years within the camp, it has been drilled into your and your peers’ heads that you along with the instructors are nothing but tools. A tool that must be sharpened and refined, only to be replaced and thrown away once they outlived their use.

You yourself have gone through a couple of instructors this past six years.

The earliest memory you have is being branded by your identification number. Trainee Number 076 from the first battalion second training company fourth squad. That is what you are, nothing more and nothing less. A child soldier groomed to serve the royal family. You are to serve and protect the great Fire Nation and those who rule it.

Failure is not an option.

“076,” your attention was brought back up to the older male, “I want you to focus more on your footwork. You can stay calm under pressure, that’s good, but your reaction is a bit off.” He explained.

The room he brought you to looked like an empty basement. Metal flooring, no windows, and nothing flammable in sight. “But don’t worry, we’ll work on it now.”

Before you could ask him anything, he shot a fireball at you. You felt the heat graze your cheek.

The blast illuminated the room just a bit before it went dark once more. The smell of burning hair lingered as he got into an offensive stance. His eyes glistened with something that made your skin crawl.

Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself for yet another rocky night.

It was a couple of months shy of a full year since the union of Prince Ozai and Princess Ursa when wonderful news fell upon the Fire nation.

The princess is with child.

Pleased with the news, Fire Lord Azulon looked back to the report he had been receiving on the progression of his camp. Collecting the scroll for the top nine candidates, he ordered his son, Prince Ozai, to go and take his pick for his wife.

The last assignment for the children to finish their training was to take out their prospective mentors once they had earned all their badges. Their accomplishments will be announced through a gold phoenix pendant that will be displayed on their chests. Depending on how detailed the phoenix is, the higher the ranking and skilled the soldier is.

Adored by your pendant, you stand by along with eight others. Each with differently defined pendants, only one that had the same details as yours. Red ruby eyes, each feather of the firebird carefully crafted and soldered, its beak shined and polished, talons sharpened and refined.

As you all filed in attention, the prince of your proud nation stood. Eyes sharp, carefully inspecting each and every one of you. He points at you and the one next to you. Ordering that the two of you to duel, to once and for all, know who exactly is deserving of the golden phoenix.

The next time you saw the prince and your supposed opponent was at the arena. The prince with his advisors and guards sat atop of the stadium.

Once the bell had been rung, the duel began.

Blow after blow, you masterfully evaded all of his strikes. Outside of the roaring flames and the occasional grunts and pants, the arena was in complete silence.

Nausea, fatigue, muscle ache, and overuse of your bending. Your wrists and arms sore from sporadic movements, legs aching as you drag each knee over hard molten rocks to evade and block. Bringing your fist forward, you shoot a blast of flames right past his nose.

And in a single moment of his panic, you took advantage, bringing your foot up, you slam it against his chin. You feel a crunch under your boot as you see his jaw move to the side at an unnatural angle. With a swollen chin and bleeding gums with missing teeth, your opponent now lay unconscious on the ground.

A pool of blood with bits of pearly whites was the only thing your eyes could focus on. The scent of iron and burnt flesh fills the air as the sounds of the roaring flames are now replaced with those of the roaring crowd.

With a sigh, you raise your fist in the air. Scarred, worn, burnt hands, stained with years' worth of blood and shame. Bright red blood cascaded down your forearm, the sticky liquid became your only source of warmth in the cold autumn air.

Like the warm-colored leaves falling from their trees, your own warmth drips down, one by one to the ground.

As your reward, you were taken to the palace. Rewarded by the honor of being the guard of the nation’s mother. Protecting her from any harm that may threaten her wellbeing.

076, the number that was branded onto your face, the number that serves you as your name, was now painted onto the black vale you wore over your face. Dressed in your new uniform, you stand in front of her Highness, Princess Ursa.

“I have prepared a gift for you.“ With a smirk, the prince places a hand on your shoulder, and immediately, you salute. Your vale brushes against the tips of your fingers as you bow to the princess. “Since you are carrying my heir, we have decided it would be best to give you a guard.” He looks down on you as he continues, “076 here has been under training since the age of three. I have personally seen her capabilities so I know that she will do a fine job.”

Not a word left the woman’s mouth, she didn’t even look up to see either you or the prince. Quietly, she nodded a thanks to the prince.

There was only one word to describe the princess, pitiful. She was utterly pitiful. Something that a queen of a powerful nation such as yours should never be close to.

For the past month you have been with her, ready to be at her beck and call, you noticed how beautifully pathetic she is. You know you shouldn’t be thinking such blasphemous things but how can you not when those forbidden thoughts are taking form right in front of you?

As you stand on guard by her Highness’s chambers, watching as the maids attend to her, you clench your fist.

No matter how many jewels they decorated her with or how expensive or how high-quality silk she may wear, the blatant sadness in her eyes was like a bucket of waste splattered on a canvas. Yet no one, like you, has spoken a word about it. The closest thing to joy was whenever she was alone in her room when her hand gently patted her own pregnant belly. Something close to a smile would be present on her lips as she hummed a tune.

The tune itself was slower than the one you know.

The maids left once they finished attending to the lady. Now, it was just you and the princess. You noted that there wasn’t a tense silence in the room.

“6, sit down for a bit. You’ve been standing there for five hours now.” Fortunately, the month you spent with her wasn’t for naught. You could tell that she has been slowly getting accustomed to your presence in her everyday life.

You nod and walk up to her. She looks up at you from her vanity chair, her eyes once weary now more at peace.

Kneeling, you sat on the floor. Hands neatly folded on your thighs as you hang your head low, awaiting for any more instructions.

You feel warm fingers on your jaw as it guides you to look up. As she slowly peels your veil off, for the first time, you let out a sigh as a cool breeze hits your face.

You watch her as her eyes take in your face. Her thumb runs on the branded number on your cheek as a dull ache spreads from every heartbeat in your chest.

She furrows her brows, and the scarred tissue on your face makes her heartache. What horrors have you faced at that camp? What tortures have you gone through for the sake of this accursed nation? And what poor souls have gotten their dear child stolen from them?

She felt pity for you, sorrow that you were robbed of love. Pain from the countless scars and burns on your young skin. Guilt for the empty eyes that are staring up at her.

And happiness that she has you by her side.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #fire lord azula #atla azula #azula x reader #princess azula #fanfic #princess ursa #prince zuko #fire lord ozai

67 notes · View notes

die-auster · 3 months

Text

Another comission, another comfort pairing for princess Ursa :)

It was SUCH a challenge! But I really like the result.

If you feel like it you can support me on Ko-fi.

#avatar the last airbender #atla fanart #hakoda #chief hakoda #princess ursa #ursa #Hakursa #Hakoda/Ursa #atla rare pairing

68 notes · View notes

fireflaked · 9 months

Text

idk i cant think of a caption

#i was working with TEXTURES today #princess ursa #princess azula #azula #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fanart #fireflaked art

115 notes · View notes

thebxghag · 1 year

Text

When you see the girl you’ve been wanting to talk to but you don’t want to bother her or make her think you’re annoying

self indulgent doodle page while I’m supposed to be working — Azula and Ursa need to have a heart to heart but it will absolutely be messy. nfdknfkdfmkdngd

#my art #fan art #doodles #illustration #illustrators of tumblr #atla #avatar the last airbender #azula #ursa #princess azula #princess ursa #I love them and I want to see #THE DRAMA #but not what we got in the comics. please not that.

378 notes · View notes

procrastinatingwriting · 11 months

Text

There they go,

Two little fire hazards playing pai sho

Zuko tries to make a bold move

Azula plays and her brother's doomed

"That's not fair, you can't do this"!

Says the dum-dum, but she clearly did

"It's not my fault that you're so bad."

And Zuko stomped, very clearly mad.

When practicing katas Azula's mind is clear

When Zuko tries he can only fear

Their father's voice after his serious gaze

Zuko is scolded, Azula is praised.

Azula is said to have a lot of luck

She doesn't see it, but she does want

She's good at bending and receives some praise

But what Zuko has she can only chase.

Two little fire hazards, playing tag

Zuko is happy but Azula's mad

For what or why she doesn't know

But when she strikes her brother knows.

"What's your problem? That's not the game!"

He yells at her when the ducks she maims

"Well, your game's boring so I made a change.

The one who fires more will win this stage."

Mother soon finds out why her lilies are burnt

Azula gets grounded and Zuko gets scolded

She doesn't understand, and it isn't fair

She burnt so much, but her heart is still mad.

Deep in thought she thinks to herself

50 notes · View notes

atlashippingtournament · 2 months

Text

Ozai ships are IN

No upsets for Ozai either, he goes into the tournament with the only two people who could (arguably) deserve him.

Ozai ships going on to the main tournament:

Ozai/Ursa Ozai/Zhao

#atla #atla ships #avatar: the last airbender #avatar: tla #shipping tournament #ozai #fire lord ozai #ursa #princess ursa #atla ursa #zhao #admiral zhao #atla zhao

11 notes · View notes

aphantpoet · 6 months

Text

In the ATLA fandom there's been a lot of discussion about the new Azula Comic. personally, I haven't read it yet but I was inspired by some of the interpretations I've seen about the characters, interpretations that I believe to be in bad faith. That is not to say that there aren't criticisms you can have about Azula's actions but it is to say that the fandom often focuses on the wrong things in regards to her character. many of these interpretations paint her as bad not because of what she did but because she was angry and mean. So, in dishonour of this criticism I've compiled a list of girl characters that I think would get the same criticism if their shows of movies came out today.

General Leia Organa (Star Wars, OT): Princess Leia was fierce and not afraid to sass back, she was capable and, in some ways, ruthless. She was willing to let Han and Luke be gentlemen and open the door to her cell but she was an active participant in her rescue. If the OT came out to day I have no doubts that her comments like "Someone as to save out skins" and "I don't know where you get your delusions laser brain" would be whines about insistently by Toxic fan boys. Considering the amount of misogyny in the Star Wars fandom and the reaction to little Leia in Kenobi, this one's basically a freebie.

Brandy Silvers (Detentionaire): For a synopsis on the series just look at any of my posts under the Detentionaire tag. Brandy Silvers starts off as a comedic annoyance of a character. She claims lee Ping as her boyfriend after his newfound popularity. She's obsessed with status and materialistic. Despite this, Brandy is capable and attentive; being help on a few missions and remembering Lee Pings favourite dessert. Her character gets better after they "break up" , she gets together with his friend Cam and chooses not to break up with him after he's ousted from his presidency, her hidden vulnerabilities are shown and she becomes a pretty good person. Still, I think the kinds of fans I'm taking about here wouldn't care about those facts and would only focus on season 1 Brandy, who can be a mean girl and a drag as a character.

Sue Ping (Detentionaire): Lee Ping's scary and sweet mother. Sue Ping is a capable and mercurial. despite how harsh she can be with her son she genuinely loves him, this is seen in in moments like when she gives lee one night off from his year of grounding so he can go to the fair and where she gets into a clog gun fight with the new principal who was using a sweatshop as a detention. Once again. I do not think the kinds of people I'm critiquing would care about that nuance and would only focus on how she is loud and harsh with her son, like when heis sabotaged by a classmate with a pen that fades and it causes him to fail a math test.

Tina Kwee (Detentionaire):Tina Kwee is Lee Pings capable and idealistic love interest. When her little sister claims the fall for the big prank Kwee is quick to suspect that lee put her up to it and is very angry with him, she searches to prove her baby sister's innocence and is rude to Lee in the process. Tina is capable and not unwilling to ask hard questions. She gets mad at lee when he puts hi s foot in his mouth on several occasions but she's ultimately vital to stopping the conspiracy.

Angelina Demartinez (Detentionaire):Cam, lee's best friends, bratty little sister, Angelina is initially presented as a terror. Angelina has only three apperances; A background mention in the after math of one of her pranks, a photo of her punching her brother after he gets her a backpack and an actual episode. In the episode she is initially confirmed to be bratty and easily bored, she goads her older brother to watch a horror movie while he is babysitting her. Though the siblings to bond a little bit after after the horror becomes a reality. This one is also a freebie; fandom misogyny+ a kid acting like a kid.

Princess Ursa; Lets face it, looking at Ursa in the comics, if she wasn't Zuko's idealised mother she would be lambasted. Azula is basically a dark version of her mother. The only real difference is that Ursas parents were free to tell her that hitting people's not okay while Azula's weren't and didn't want to. My sympathies to Ursa for her abusive situation but, if she wasn't shown as Zuko's soft mother, she would be basically forgotten at best.

#star wars #detentionaire #fandom misoginy #yes I did just compare Azula to Leia Organa #I'm not wrong #Azula is basically Leia if she was on the empire's side #Leia Organa #atla azula #Tina Kwee #Sue Ping #Brandy Silvers #Princess Ursa

8 notes · View notes

atlararepairbigbang · 1 year

Text

We asked our mods why they love their favorite rare pairs.

Here's another answer:

Jursa, or Lt Jee/Ursa. I love this ship so much for its angst potential and because I genuinely believe they're a good match. Do we know much about Lt Jee? Nope! Which means I'm free to make up whatever I want about him and his backstory. Why does he have short hair when long hair is the norm in the Fire Nation? Why was he assigned to Zuko's ship? Why was he only a lieutenant when he's clearly older and experienced?

Then Ursa, whose story is tragic even (or especially) disregarding the comics because I pick and choose what I want from them. She's a mother forced to give up her children to protect them, and she deserves someone so much better than Ozai. I think she and Jee would connect on such a deep level over some shared trauma and just be good and safe for each other.

Then there's my headcanon that Zuko is really Jee's son, and ugh, the angst. I love it. I love Jee, I love Ursa. My precious little beans.

Why do you love your favorite rare pair? Send us an ask and let us know!

*Sign ups close April 8th

#atla rare pair big bang #atla #avatar the last airbender #rare pair #atla event #atla rare pair #tlok #the legend of korra #jursa #jee #ursa #lt jee #princess ursa #event #sign up

27 notes · View notes

rabiosass · 4 months

Text

ATTENTION all ATLA fans who also love ASOIAF/GOT/HOTD!!

I'm making this post mostly to gush but also to inform about an epic story I started reading years ago and was recently reuploaded to AO3

This excellent story is a wonderful ode to the worlds of ATLA and GOT. It's got just the right amount of both injected into it that fans of the two will enjoy it and ATLA fans who know little or nothing about GoT will still be drawn in by the excellent storytelling, worldbuilding, and characterization!

As a general warning, the story does focus on some ATLA characters that were either minor and not given much focus or were straight up dead during the events of the series but I promise the writing WILL make you care about them and their stories!!

The main ships so far are Sukka, Lu Ten/OFC (she is well written I promise), and YUE/ZUKO (!!!! MY BELOVEDS the whole reason I started reading it tbh lmao but I'll warn ya it's Very Slow Burn)

A World for Gods - Chapter 1 - VeritasVictoria - Avatar: The Last Airbender [Archive of Our Own]

Begging any and everyone to please read this fic AND SHOW THE AUTHOR SOME LOVE PLEASE!

i am literally obsessed and i need some people to share my brainrot with. It's ongoing (over 200K words so far!!) and currently the author just uploaded chapter 47!

2 notes · View notes

prodogg · 2 years

Text

I did some Ursa edits

#Im new at Photoshop #no lipstick Ursa #and gone are her tears #Princess Ursa #atla ursa #ursa atla #atla #avatar the last airbender #my edits #pd stockpile #ursa

13 notes · View notes

a-todd-illustration · 2 years

Text

Some mother/daughter healing. There's arguments to be made about whether or not Ursa was a good mom, but Azula needs lovin, so she is getting some.

#myart #fanart #princess #azula #princess azula #avatar the last airbender #ursa #princess ursa #queen ursa #hurt/comfort

484 notes · View notes

thetraumaking · 14 days

Text

Accursed Crown

After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.

When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.

From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.

NOT for the faint of heart!!!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 3: Her Touch

Chapter 2: Old Child

Princess Ursa is close to her due date. Her stomach and breasts have noticeably grown, her body preparing for the nurture of a child.

You stand beside her, from when she wakes up to when she goes to sleep. You are the first and last thing that her eyes have laid on for the past eight months.

She has grown an appreciation towards you, while no one’s there to support her, you’re always right beside her. Your eyes never leaving and your presence never fading. You have become her source of comfort.

Not even her supposed husband is present throughout her pregnancy. Other than the fleeting greeting they exchange, their interactions stayed minimal.

With your hands folded behind you, you stand on guard by a tree as your lady goes on her daily stroll. The royal garden was an arrangement on itself, countless numbers of plants and florals decorated the land. Each bush and patch neatly color coordinated, arranged into a certain pattern which one could only see from the tallest tower of the palace.

You feel someone staring at you, lifting your head just a bit, you catch the gold of the princess’s eyes. Your brows furrowed a bit before looking back down.

When you first caught her staring, you assumed that she was studying you, for the first couple of days that was what you thought. But as days went by, the time she would stare at you increased.

You see a flutter of red silk in the corner of your eyes. As she draws closer, you notice the pained expression on her face.

Before you could say anything, you see the bottom half of her robe dampening. Her legs give out but just as she was about to fall, you catch her.

Realization sets in, she was about to give birth.

You know you wouldn’t be able to carry her all the way back to her chambers, so once you guided her towards the tree to rest by, you planned to go fetch someone.

But just as you were about to run for help, you were held back by the princess. “Please… don’t leave me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The tears in her eye threatened to fall as she looked up at you with fear.

Taking a deep breath, you shoot a blast of fire into the air. With that, at least one of the royal guards would be able to come to your aid.

The grip on your hand was still present.

Kneeling beside her, you place your free, warm, hand on hers.

Just as you sat down, you were quick to be wrapped in a pair of arms. Her head rested between the junction between your neck and shoulder. Her breathing was ragged as you finally felt her tears fall on what little exposed skin that you had.

She held you tight as if you were a lifeline.

Unbeknownst to you, you were.

Ever since you came into her life, her loneliness subsided.

She could count on one hand the number of good or pleasant things her husband has given to her. And one of those very few things, were you.

Not once has she seen that man during her labor. Only after did he came in to see her child. And even then, she had to plead for him not to throw her newborn, the child she went through all that pain and suffering for, out of the palace.

But, since the moment her water broke, it was you who was there for her. It was you, poor little you, who stood in the shadow of the absent husband.

Your tiny hands, marred with scars and burns too much for even an adult, held hers. Young raspy voice giving her support and guidance without even knowing what exactly to do.

After what felt like an eternity of pain and agony, finally, release came.

And as a reward, it was you who held the newborn and handed him to his mother. For once in a long time, she felt true happiness. Finally, her own little family was created.

Her, her son… and you.

You were no fan of children, especially newborns.

As you stared down at the new prince, who peacefully slept in your arms, you couldn’t help but think that the pink, wiggling, babbling creature looked like a maggot… with hair.

It was hard to believe that you, along with everyone who you have ever met, was this small.

Sighing, you look away from the baby to look for the princess. She handed you the prince, Zuko, and went to fetch something. As you were looking around for the lady, the child in your arm began to wail. Screaming and thrashing like the worm that he looked like.

You clench your jaw.

Your job is to guard the princess, not babysit. You were trained to kill, attack, defend, and plan. Not comfort a child or feed it.

The baby managed to wiggle his hands out from his swaddle and with surprisingly good motor control, he tightly grasped onto the only thing that his tiny digits could reach, your hair, and pulled.

You held your breath as you felt each individual strand of hair being pulled out of their follicles.

The scene that welcomed princess Ursa back was almost comedic.

You, who usually have a stoic, almost bored expression, was now red in the face, the veins on your forehead visible as you had your eyes tightly shut, still holding the baby boy who had both of his hands full of ripped out hair and still crying.

Letting out a giggle, Ursa walked towards the two of you before you could suffer from any more damage. She walked behind you and released what she went out to retrieve, it was a golden hair ribbon. Cooing at her child, she combed through your hair with her fingers before tying your hair up.

She didn’t move from her spot behind you, her hands now rested on your shoulders. Her thumbs rubbing circles on your back as she hums her tune.

It was a comfortable, peaceful little moment, to her.

You in response, straighten your back as her hands work longer in working out your shoulders. The massage was a nice gesture but the longer she kept in contact with you, the heavier your innards felt.

You were now taking longer, deeper breaths through your mouth. Your lips began to dry out as you felt the tension now on your neck.

You were unsure what was happening to your body. Were you coming down with something? Why has it suddenly become hard to breathe? Why are your eyes unfocused? Why do you feel nauseous?

The baby’s sudden cries startled both you and Ursa. Snapping you out of your panic, you released the tight grip on the child’s arm.

Ursa takes the young prince from your hands and begins to sooth him. Rocking him gently side to side, she walks around.

You look at your hand, clenching it a couple times, testing it for… something. You couldn’t explain the rapid heart beat or the overly sweaty palms you now had.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you try to forcefully regulate your breathing. The greedy breaths you were taking were now covered, forcing you to take small, controlled breaths through the small gaps between your fingers.

You felt filthy, like you were covered in sweat after a long day of training. You could still feel where and how she touched you. The lingering, ghostly pressure running over your skin.

Swallowing, you lowered your arm. Staring at the back of the princess as she tended to her child.

You should not be thinking such things. It is a privilege to be in such close proximity to any of the royal family, even more so if they look at you favourably. You should cherish every moment you spend with her like a blessing from the heavens.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

Rather than feeling grateful for the privilege and luxury the royal family has provided you, here you are complaining and have the gall to feel disgusted. You should be happy the princess is paying even half as much attention and care to someone as lowly as you. You should be jumping for joy every time she reaches out to gift you her warmth. Every interaction you have is a good one.

You swallow once more.

It tasted bitter.

#fanfic #atla #atla azula #avatar the last airbender #azula x reader #fire lord azula #princess ursa #fire lord ozai #prince zuko

61 notes · View notes