#Avatar the Last Airbender fanfiction

[system-to-the-madness]

Cherry Blossom Comfort 🌸 Zuko x Reader

Pairing: Zuko x Reader(can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 724 Warnings: Major Spoilers for the graphic novel “The Search” Summary: Zuko opens up to you about his feelings about his family

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Zuko’s head was heavily resting in your lap, cushioned on the deep red fabric of your gown pulled over your soft thighs. His amber eyes watched your face closely as you ran your hands through his dark hair, admiring the way the soft strands so effortlessly slipped through your fingers. It had been a while since you had sat like this. Between the conflict at the former colony of Yu Dao, now its own state, and the immediately following search for Zuko’s mother, there had been little time for any kind of quiet intimacy between Zuko and you.

After you had found his mother, and had returned to the palace, Zuko had been quieter than you knew him to be. He had spent a long time talking to his mother before leaving her and his half-sister in order to return to the palace, and you suspected that whatever they had discussed, was still occupying his mind. Usually, he talked to you about whatever thought he couldn’t get rid of, but so far, he had kept it shut inside, making you wonder if it simply was something he did not want to share, if he didn’t want to share it with you, or if he only needed a little more time to think about it.

A few days ago, he had eventually asked if you wanted to come to Ba Sing Se with him, an invitation you had gladly taken. You were staying at his uncle's place, a small house with only a few rooms, which gave the two of you the opportunity to share the narrow bed and cuddle up each night. In the palace, there were always guards around, and Zuko had been advised that it would be better if the two of you were not to sleep in the same room, at least not too often, to avoid gossip. Zuko had been in an especially bad mood after that for a while, grumbling about how he was your boyfriend and why anybody other than the two of you should be concerned with your relationship.  But if he had learnt anything in the year of being Fire Lord, it was that certain advice was better to be followed, and as much as both of you hated it, this was one of the instances.

This in turn meant both of you cherished the time at Uncle Iroh’s home even more. With the excuse of not enough space, you got to share a bed each night, falling asleep in each other’s arms without the concern of guards walking in or starting rumours.

Both of you were aware that you could not hide out in Ba Sing Se forever, but you had agreed that a holiday of a few days would be acceptable, and so you spent the days either helping in Uncle Iroh’s tea shop or talking long walks in the parks that spread wide and far through the city.

Now you were sitting in the garden that belonged to his uncle’s tea shop, back against the trunk of a blooming cherry tree, Zuko laying spread out on the ground, his head resting in your lap. Usually, you would have taken the opportunity to ask him what he was thinking about, but considering the events of the past month, the almost-war at Yu Dao and the reunion with his mother, which he still hadn’t talked about, you thought it would be better if he were the one to talk first. Or not. While you were curious about what had happened, you never wanted to make him feel like you were prying into parts of his life he wasn’t ready to share with you.

His eyes flickered from your face to the pink blossoms above your heads, before focusing back on you, a smile tucking at his lips before he spoke.

“You know,” he began, his voice soft, “For the time in which I was thinking Ikem was my father, I was almost relieved.”

Ikem, the man his mother had loved before having been married to his father Ozai, and the man who she had returned to after leaving the palace.

Quietly you nodded, more to yourself than Zuko. You had suspected as much, judging from his behaviour and how he had talked about Ozai in these days.

“If Ikem had been my father, I’d never have to worry about turning out like Ozai again,” he explained, his eyes almost absentmindedly tracing your features, like a routine that brought him comfort. “I wouldn’t be in danger to turn as crazy and delusional as him, or Azula. And I could have stopped feeling guilty for not being as powerful a firebender as them.”

You wanted to disagree, tell him he was as good as them, but the truth was they were more powerful than he would probably ever be, even though he had by far the better techniques and his skills were more refined. The only ones who had ever looked down on him for that had been the two of them, and to you it couldn’t matter less how good at firebending he was, or whether he was a bender at all. But you had a feeling this talk was better to be had at another time. Right now it was more important that Zuko got to share his thoughts uninterrupted, while he felt safe and comfortable enough to confide you.

“And Azula…” He trailed off, his eyes leaving your face and returning to the blossoms above him. “I always got told these stories when I was little, about siblings sticking together, through thick and thin, like Sokka and Katara. But Azula and I never were like that. Even when I tried to be what I thought a big brother should be like, she only ever took pleasure in humiliating me. If I had been only her half-brother, it would have felt like an explanation, and I could have stopped feeling guilty for it.”

A crease was forming on his forehead, and you brought your hand from his hair to his face, brushing over his forehead with your thumb.

“Why would you feel guilty for the way she was treating you, hm,” you asked. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Zuko agreed. “Still there were times when I just wanted to get along with her. I just wanted a normal family. For my father to love me the way my mother had, for Azula to treat me like her brother, even if that includes the one or the other rivalry. But not like some second-class human being.”

“In Azula’s eyes everyone who isn’t her is a second-class human being,” you mumbled.

“I know,” Zuko sighed. “But still.”

“I’m sorry that you never got the family you wished for,” you whispered. “You have every right to be upset about that.”

“For a moment I thought, I could have that family, you know,” Zuko admitted. “If Ikem really would have been my father- I could have had a normal family, the one I always wanted, a father who’s proud of me, my mother who never made me feel small or irrelevant and a sister who actually sees me as a human and not just a challenge.” He took a deep breath. “But I always would have doubted my position as Fire Lord,” he continued. “I wouldn’t have known where I belonged anymore.” He hesitated for a moment before he added: “I think I would have even started to doubt that I belong at your side.”

“I wouldn’t have allowed you to doubt that,” you told him, and the crease on his forehead softened under your insistent brushing over it. You could have been only of little help if he had started doubting his position as Fire Lord, but you would never let him question that the two of you belonged with each other. That was not a matter of heritage, it was a matter of your hearts, your souls. As dramatic as it sounded, you were convinced that Zuko and you were bound together by more than the emotions you were aware of.

Even before you had really gotten to know another, back when you had still been enemies, you had always found and saved each other, even when all rationality had dictated the opposite. You had defied probability and logic again and again, consciously, and subconsciously, so much that by the time Zuko had turned up at the Wester Air Temple with an awkward “Hello, Zuko here”, you had been convinced you were cursed to always run into him.

Now you were convinced it was something else entirely, something that would lead you back to find each other no matter when and where you were. For a while Zuko had loved to throw around the word ‘destiny’, and even though you hardly believed in that concept, you couldn’t imagine to not be bound to him by destiny.

Zuko’s eyes found yours, clear amber staring up at you on a mixture of wonder and admiration.

“No,” he finally agreed with you. “I belong with you. No matter who I am, or where, or when. I’m yours.”

You smiled at the certainty in his voice, knowing that right now there was absolutely no doubt in neither of your hearts about that. Gently you brushed his hair aside and leant down to press a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flickered closed blissfully, and you grinned at the way he puckered his lips, expecting a kiss there too, but you pulled away teasingly. When he realised you weren’t going to kiss him, he blinked his eyes open, frowning at you disapprovingly, while snuggling into the palm with which you cupped his face. Sometimes it still surprised you how touch starved he was.

“And I’m yours,” you whispered, making him blush. After almost a year of exchanged whispers like this you would think he had gotten used to them yet, but you loved how you were still able to fluster him so easily.

“I’m just glad I get to be by your side,” Zuko confessed, making you smile.

“I’m glad, too,” you replied before leaning down again, this time softly kissing his lips, pretending like the soft sigh that slipped past his lips did not make your heart skip a beat, but you had a feeling Zuko knew either way.

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[manias-wordcount]

I hope you’re having a good week I have a request if you’re interested in Azula X read reader has the personality of scar from the lion King the animated version obviously 

S/o with the personality of Scar HCs (Azula)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

With this type of personality, your relationship with her tends to have two modes

Mode one is like lovey-dovey sickly sweet because you guys just get each other

In that classic children’s media villain way y’know

Like every conversation between the two of you will be fluid and you can complain about things to each other openly because you guys just understand each other and have such similar personalities

Literally, it’d be so easy to just shoot the shit with each other like this and boss other people around because you two just radiate power and confidence 

(although she’s the only royal here, you’re faking it to you make it lmao)

But since you guys are so similar, mode two is when you guys can’t stand each other

You both can be powerful hungry and uncaring towards others, so it can be really hard to stand each other when one sets the other off into a bad mood

To be frank, getting this relationship to work is going to be difficult since Azula and someone with Scar’s personality are bound not to be good people

But there’s someone out there for everyone- including you and her too

#azula #azula x reader #azula atla #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar fanfic #avatar fanfiction #avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender fanfic #avatar the last airbender fanfiction #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla x reader #atla fanfic #atla fanfiction

[lu-vin-it]

THE RESERVOIR.

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Sokka x Reader:

Like every year, your Father takes you on an expedition to find Wan-Chi Tong’s lost library. This time, however, you actually get results. Results that change your life forever.

OR

An Avatar: The Last Airbender rewrite

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Ao3 Link

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ONE — The Library/The Desert

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TWO — The Secrets of The Fire Nation

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THREE — City of Walls and Secrets/Tales of Ba Sing Se

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FOUR — Lake Laogai/The Earth King

Coming 5/22/24

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FIVE — The Guru/The Crossroads of Destiny

Coming 5/29/24

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SIX — The Awakening/The Headband

Coming 6/5/24

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SEVEN — The Painted Lady/Sokka’s Master

Coming 6/12/24

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EIGHT — The Beach/The Avatar and The Firelord

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NINE — The Runaway/The Puppeteer

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TEN — Nightmares and Daydreams/The Day of the Black Sun

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ELEVEN — The Western Air Temple/The Firebending Masters

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TWELVE — The Boiling Rock/The Southern Raiders/The Ember Island Players

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THIRTEEN — Sozin’s Comet

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EPILOGUE — Twenty years after the defeat of the Fire Nation

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Taglist— @randomgurl2326 , @staygoldsquatchling02 , @acupnoodle , @ginger-swag-rapunzel , @polish-cereal , @graciexmarvel , @virtualsweetsdreamer

#sokka x reader #sokka atla x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender fanfiction #zuko x reader #toph x reader #katara x reader #aang x reader

[imagines--galore]

||The Thread of Fate|| Part Ten

Summary: Soulmate AU. They say the Thread of Fate connects you to your one true love. It may tangle. It may stretch. But it will never break. Wrapped around your little finger it tightens when it feels your soulmate is close and loosens when they are far. And becomes visible with the colors of your soulmate’s Nation when you finally fall in love with them.

Pairing: Zuko x OroraOC (ATLA)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure.

Previous Chapters - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine,

A/N: This one is an absolute doozy! Be prepared for a lot of feels people! And a scene that literally popped up in my head as I wrote this. I dunno I just wanted to include it! Please excuse any mistakes I made!

"This place is huge!"

Thats it. Those were the only words Orora could think of to describe Ba Sing Se.

Once they had crossed the Inner Wall she had felt her mouth open in amazement. Rows and rows of houses, as far as the eye could see. The chatter of more then a thousand people echoing in the air as they went about their daily lives. She had never seen so many people in one place. Not even the Northern Water Tribe had this much population.

Iroh chuckled beside her, amused by her reaction. "That is an apt description for it, my dear." They had stepped onto the platform, after making sure they had their belongings with them. They were really only small packs containing objects that had some sort of sentimental value. And money of course.

"Woah!" The young waterbender breathed as she gazed around from the raised platform they were standing on. The wind played gently with her hair, prompting her to push the strands behind her ears. Iroh stood just beside her while Zuko stood on the opposite side. He hadn't said anything the entire train ride, though she knew he had been just as amazed by the sheer magnitude of the city as she was. His eyes had widened slightly. A rather subtle movement, but then again she had started to notice everything subtle about him.

Only because of her observation of him. And not because she had stared at him out of the corner of her eyes on more then one occasion.

"Now! The first thing we should do is get some clothes. After all we are no longer refugees but citizens of Ba Sing Se." Iroh stated, leading the way down the platform with the two teenagers following after him.

"I'll have to find some work to earn money for that." Orora muttered to herself, thinking back on just how little coin she had left. Iroh turned to her, frowning. "And what makes you think I will not buy clothes for you as well my young pupil?"

She stopped short, prompting Zuko to almost walk into her. Orora ignored the glare he threw in her direction as she blinked at her smiling Master.

"Y-you..." She trailed off unable to find words. Iroh's expression turned to one Orora had seem him give Zuko when comforting him. "You are my responsibility Orora, and I care for you just as much as I do my nephew."

They were standing together, the three of them, with Iroh and Orora facing one another and Zuko standing to the side. His attention had been at a nearby weapons shop but a soft sound had him turning his head to look at Orora.

She had a tight grip on the strap of her water satchel, as if to keep her hands from trembling. But that was not what caught his attention. It was the fact that for once her icy blue eyes had a warmth to them he had never seen before. And they were swimming with tears. The soft sound he had heard, was her giving a small gasp as she tried to control her emotions.

Though she was failing at it, because even as he watched, a tear escaped her eye, sliding down her cheek.

Crying people had always been a weakness of his. He had no idea how to deal with them. Crying girls was even worse. But seeing Orora cry, at something so insignificant as his Uncle buying her clothes, had him feeling equal parts awkward and..........concerned.

Laughing softly to himself, Iroh reached out to take her still trembling hand and placed a pouch of coins in it. "Why don't you go ahead and buy your clothes my dear? I'm sure we will all benefit from having a pretty young maid such as yourself as our companion eh Zuko?" That last part was directed at him, prompting the banished prince to snap out of his stupor and stare stupidly at his Uncle.

"Wh-what?" But neither Pupil nor Master heard him as Orora quickly engulfed the old man in an embrace that reminded Iroh of the ones his son would give him as a young boy.

"Thank you...........Uncle." If he was surprised at her calling him that he did not show it. Though he did show his pleasure at being called thusly by her. "Now go buy your new clothes and do something about your hair. I shall meet you both here in two hours. And you also buy anything that catches your fancy."

"Wait! Both?" Zuko barked out. Iroh nodded. "Yes both. This city can be dangerous my boy. Especially for a young lady. And though I know she can protect herself, I would much rather she have you with her. For my peace of mind." He finished giving his nephew a look that clearly said, do not argue.

Pursing his lips, Zuko gave a small nod. Though there was no pleasure in his stance as he took his own pouch of coins from Iroh. "Enjoy yourselves then."

With a cheerful wave and a wink he was off to do his own shopping.

Zuko sighed to himself, pocketing his pouch and turning to Orora who was now tear free and already looking around at the different shops on either side of them.

Good, he preferred her tear-free.

Shaking his head, he pursed his lips before speaking.

"Come on. I think we can find a shop that sells clothes for us both." He had already started to move, prompting Orora to follow him with quick steps to catch up.

While Zuko had been of the opinion that their impromptu shopping spree would be awkward, it was anything but. Orora having never been in a city before, was flitting from one stall to the next shop. Eagerly pouring over the wares the shop keepers were selling, though she didn't buy them. Zuko was left to follow after her, trying to keep up with her surprisingly fast pace.

"Would you slow down!" He finally puffed out after loosing sight of her for a good few minutes, nearly making him panic before he had caught sight of her entering a weapons shop. She turned to look at him, a slightly apologetic look on her face.

"Sorry, I'll try to slow down but I just saw these and they reminded me of the swords you had when we met in the forest." Zuko looked to where she was pointing. And indeed it was a pair of dao swords, much like the ones that had been confiscated from him a good while ago.

Apparently there was a strict rule of no bringing weapons into Ba Sing Se. However you could buy them once you were inside.

A stupid rule really.

Still he had managed to hide the dagger Uncle had given him, but the swords had to go.

"They do look the same." He agreed with her. Before he could stop her, Orora had reached out and was lifting both of the swords from the stand and holding them out for him. "Well try them out. If its a good fit then you can buy them." She suggested giving him a small smile.

Maybe it was the fact that they were back in civilization. Or perhaps it was the interaction she had had with Iroh that had resulted in her being in a pleasant mood. Whatever it was, she had no desire to ruin it by squabbling with Zuko. Besides it wasn't that difficult to be nice to him.

Zuko glanced at her briefly, before reaching out to grasp the handle of the swords. His fingers briefly brushed against Orora's prompting them both to freeze momentarily. But he quickly shook off the feeling, turning his attention to the swords.

The weight was perfect as was the balance. Obviously they were of fine craftsmanship. Feeling that familiarity one felt when picking up a weapon they knew, Zuko swung them around to test further. After a couple more swings he stopped, seemingly satisfied.

Lifting one of the swords to eye level, he stared at the blade, watching his reflection stare back. "Well? What do you think?" Tilting the blade slightly he was able to catch a glimpse of Orora as she stood behind him.

Maybe it was the familiarity of the swords, or perhaps it was the soft yet hopeful look that he caught in Orora's expression which made him give a small nod.

"They're perfect."

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The next step was finding new clothes.

And as soon as they entered the shop each teenager was whisked away by an employee. Orora was guided towards the female section of the shop, while Zuko went the opposite way.

A little annoying since he was supposed to be keeping an eye on her. However he did keep a sharp ear out, in case she called out for help. He made no complaint as the shop assistant began to pull out clothes that would be perfect for someone his size. Zuko stared dismally at the various shades of browns and greens that greeted him. He missed the red, black and gold colors of his Nation. For a brief moment he wandered if he would ever get to wear them again.

The thought had a sting of bitterness running through him, prompting him to pick out the first garment the assistant showed him. And he would've bought it as it was if the Assistant hadn't insisted that he alter it to his size. Something about the shop not looking good if he sold frumpy looking clothing. It would take some time though, so Zuko marched to the entrance of the shop to sit in one of the waiting chairs.

With his arms crossed and a grumpy expression on his face, any passerby would assume he was there against his will.

While Zuko seemed to be having a miserable time, Orora was having the time of her life. She had always adored dressing up, as typically feminine as it was and while she would've preferred to dress in the blue of her Nation, she wasn't opposed to wearing green so long as it got her out of her baggy clothing. She figured she didn't have to hide the fact that she was a girl in the city so, why not go all out?

"This color would look lovely against your complexion." The assistant, who had introduced herself as Hana, placed the green fabric against her shoulder to better assess the color alongside her skin. Like any member of the Water Tribe, Orora's complexion was darker then of those around her. And given that she had been traveling under the sun for so long, it had only darkened more. The color did stand out, and the fabric was so soft.

The young waterbender hummed. "Well I have an idea in mind. If I could explain it to you, would you be able to find something for me?" Hana grinned. "Its always good to have a customer who knows exactly what they want." She praised, picking up a writing utensil and paper to write down Orora's instructions.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked, looking like a woman on a mission. Orora grinned.

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Fifteen minutes later, she walked towards the waiting area with Hana beside her.

"We have everything you just asked for Orora. I just have to alter it to your measurements, but that won't take long." Hana said with a reassuring smile to which Orora nodded. "Thank you for all your help Hana. If I may ask for one small request."

So saying, she quickly darted forward grabbing Zuko by the arm, and pulling him from his chair to stand beside her. Zuko, who had been busy examining his new swords, and pretending not to eavesdrop, was more so surprised at the sudden motion that there was no resistance on his part.

"My friend and I have to be at a dinner party tonight, but we do not have a place to bath or clean up. Do you know any bath houses around here?"

There was no way she was about to wear her new clothes without cleaning herself up first. She hadn't had a chance to bathe since the desert, a thought that had her shivering in disgust. Zuko glanced at her. "Is that your subtle way of saying I stink?" He asked to which Orora smirked.

"Subtle? I must be loosing my touch. I meant it to be more direct." She grinned at him before turning her attention back to the softly laughing Hana. "Luckily for you two my brother owns a bath house. And it is not so far from here." She moved to the door, gesturing for the duo to follow. "Just go down this street then take a right. First door on the left." She instructed. "I shall have both of your clothes delivered there within the hour."

"Thank you." The ever polite Orora said, even as she poked her elbow into Zuko's stomach to remind him to do the same. He did so, albeit in a rather grumpy manner. Still it was better or nothing.

Once they had paid for their clothes, the two set off down the street as Hana had instructed.

"You know we could've cleaned up at the new place we will be staying at." Zuko suggested, to which Orora gave him a disgusted look. "Zuko, we're filthy. We've been traveling for days. If you want to wait and dirty your new clothes, go right ahead." She made a hand gesture to that effect, but s topped midway as her blue eyes caught sight of something.

Zuko followed her line of sight and groaned loudly. "I have to buy one more thing." So saying Orora quickly made her way to the display of pretty hair accessories that had caught her eye. She yanked Zuko along with her, not having dropped the hold she had on his arm where she had looped it through his earlier.

A fact that neither of the them noticed.

At least Orora wasn't like other girls who would spend hours poring over pretty trinkets only to not buy them in the end. It wasn't even ten minutes later that they were once again making their way towards the bath houses, with Orora admiring the new hair comb she had bought.

"Isn't it pretty?" She sighed, watching how the blue stone set in the middle of the comb caught the mid-morning sunlight and shimmered beautifully. "And its so detailed, just look at the dragon." She held it to his eye level. He gave it a brief once over and, reluctantly, nodded. It was a pretty piece of jewelry there was no denying that.

"I thought I should get something blue to represent my Nation." Tucking away the comb in her pouch. Glancing up she saw him clench his jaw even tighter. At this rate he would grind his teeth to dust. "Maybe you should do the same?" She suggested her voice soft as they reached the bath houses.

His gaze snapped in her direction, startled and surprised. That was certainly not what he had been expecting her to say. Glancing around from the corner of her eye, Orora met his gaze with a look of understanding. Reaching out, almost hesitantly, she grasped his wrist, stepping forward so she could whisper the next words to him. "I don't condone what they have done. But they are still your people, and I know you miss your home."

She had to lift herself up on her toes slightly to be able to whisper to him properly. The action allowed the front of her chest to press against his slightly. To any onlooker it would look to be nothing more then a lover's embrace. To Zuko, the barely there embrace, was one of comfort. Something he did not realize he had needed for so long. He closed his eyes, but only briefly, before he gave Orora a small nod. While he wouldn't voice his appreciation for her act, he could acknowledge it.

Orora smiled softly before she stepped back. Turning she quickly walked into the bath house, and after a moment Zuko followed.

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Steam curled from the water as Orora stepped into the square space in a robe, having gotten rid of her clothes as soon as she could. Locking the door securely behind her, she turned her attention to the tub in the middle of the room. It was just big enough for her so she eagerly shrugged off the robe and settled into the warm water. A sigh of utter contentment fell from her lips, feeling a sense of comfort as the water surrounded her. Quickly submerging her head, the girl picked up the sweet scented soap that had been left for her and began to scrub her hair and body. The water itself had some sweet smelling oils in them, and if it were up to her, she would stay there for hours.

Once done cleaning herself, she bended the water separating whatever dirt she had scrubbed off herself. Casting the dirt aside, she allowed the water to settle back down into the tub. Orora had barely leaned back to rest her head against the back of the tub when the sound of voices from the other side of the wall had her listening in curiously.

"You can wash up here." Said an unfamiliar voice. She heard the sound of a door opening on the other side. Make sense that the room next to her was also a bathroom. "I'll leave your clothes outside the door once they arrive."

"Thank you!"

The waterbender sat up straight, water sloshing around her as a small squeak of surprise fell from her lips. A sound the echoed in the otherwise quiet space, and since the wall on her left had more then ample space between itself and the ceiling, it was clearly heard by the person who had just entered the bathing chamber on the other side.

"Orora?"

It was Zuko.

Spirits help her! Zuko was in the room next to her own.

The thought alone had a blush stealing across her cheeks, and she could feel it as it traveled down her neck to her shoulders. How that was even possible she had no idea.

"Orora is something wrong?" His voice sounded closer now, like he was standing right next to the wall. And his voice sounded urgent. Clearing her throat she shook her head, even though he couldn't see her. "No, no everything is fine." Her voice sounded strange even to her ears.

On the other side of the wall, Zuko's brief flash of panic dissipated and the reality of the situation started to set in. He blushed just as brilliantly as Orora did, a fact that was unknown to both of them.

"I'm going to ask for another chamber." Zuko stated, already moving towards the door. The sound of water reached his ears followed by a two words that made his heart stop. "No, wait." Silence followed her soft exclamation as he waited for her to continue. Finally, after a rather lengthy silence, in which Orora was berating herself for speaking out like that, she spoke. "These two were the only bath chambers available on such short notice. Not to mention they'll charge extra since they have to warm the water again and get a new chamber ready so just.............stay."

Despite her affirmation and assurance, there was no denying just how awkward the situation was. Orora could hear every splash of water as Zuko settled into his tub, and Zuko was acutely aware of the fact that she could hear everything. So he just decided to sit in the water once he had hastily scrubbed himself clean.

The one fact that neither of them were even allowing themselves to think on was the state of undress they were both in. To distract herself, Orora began to create small patterns using her water bending, while Zuko made the water as hot as possible without letting it evaporate completely.

The silence and the awkwardness of it was slowly grating at Orora's nerves. She had always hated silence, it reminded her too much of the time when she would spent all those hours in her room while her father entertained guests. Why? Because a proper young lady said her greetings before excusing herself to her rooms.

Her patience only last five minutes before she finally snapped. "I believe we have reached a whole new stage of awkwardness then." Zuko didn't respond, though her acute hearing and bending sense did pick up on the water moving. Indeed, Zuko had been a little startled at hearing her voice, having supposed that the two of them would remain quiet for the remainder of their bath.

"And since they can't get any more awkward I'm just going to come out and say something I've been thinking since we reached Ba Sing Se." More silence, and for once Zuko was sure she actually wanted him to speak, as opposed to all the times she had told him to stay quiet.

"Whats that?" His tone was soft and his voice low, matching her in almost perfect pitch as he leaned his head back against the back of the tub, looking at the ceiling above.

"I know that we have a lot of differences between us." The statement had the young prince letting out a small unexpected chuckle. "Thats putting it mildly." He interrupted her, he could practically picture her pursing her lips at being interrupted. "Well yes, but I don't want to make you any angrier then you already ar-"

"Who said I was angry?" Zuko protested, half rising from his position to glare at the wall. Clenching her fists Orora shook away her annoyance before continuing. "As I was saying, I think tha-"

"I can feel other emotions beside anger you know. I'm not angry all the time an-HEY!" His exclamation was followed by a loud splash as the bubble of water Orora had bended over the space between the wall separating them splashed on his head. As Zuko spluttered and shook his hair out of his eyes, she started again.

"I know that we have a lot of differences between us, and that we would never see eye to eye. And I'm sure not a day will go by where you do not vex me, or I annoy you in some form." Hugging her legs to her chest, the young waterbender hoped the Fire Nation prince wouldn't reject her offer of peace.

"But since we will be living together until...........well we don't know when." Zuko's heart twinged at the reminder, but he stayed quiet. "I thought we should have a truce of some kind? Where we don't fight, at least not all the time, and try to get along."

That dreaded silence once more. Though this time it was heavier, weighing down on her just as much as it weighed down on him. She heard him stand up, prompting a sigh of defeat to echo in the two rooms. She could hear him as he opened the door and took his clothes where they rested on the floor. Zuko's mind raced as he dried himself off and began to pull on his new clothes.

After a few minutes, and accepting that perhaps she had humiliated herself enough, the girl quickly stood from her bath tub, bending the water from her body. Her new clothes rested on the floor in front of her door the same as Zuko. She quickly took them inside and unwrapped the items. Despite the sorrow tugging at her heart, she gave a small smile at the sight of her new clothes.

They were perfect.

Neither of them spoke as the dressed. Though Zuko finished first, and quickly exited the chamber. Orora took a few extra minutes, adjusting her clothes properly, before moving to stand in front of the small mirror and combing her hair with her new comb. Picking up a small section of her hair from her temple, she adjusted them so that she could place the hair comb through the strands. Now with the loose unruly tendrils out of her face, she was able to see her face properly in the mirror.

Satisfied with her appearance, she exited the bath just as she finished adjusting her water satchel, and promptly bumped into Zuko who had been standing right outside her door.

Her hands came up to steady herself, which he quickly caught to keep her from falling. Whatever insult that had been about to fall from her lips vanished when she saw who she had walked into.

Ice blue eyes widened, as she took in his newly dressed state. The clothing suited him, but what caught her eye in particular was how long his hair had gotten and how the strands at the front fell over his forehead. She had to physically restrain herself from reaching out and pushing them back. Not only because she wanted to feel how soft his hair was, but also because she wanted to see his pretty gold eyes properly.

Eyes that were now taking her in. The first time Zuko had met her she had been wearing her blue parka that had been blood stained and rumpled from her run in with the Fire Nation soldiers. Other then that, he had only seen her in shapeless short kimonos and pants that were dull in color and hid the fact that she was a girl.

The outfit she wore now did not hide any aspect of her being a girl at all.

She had opted for a light green Cheong dress with no sleeves to allow her arms to move better. The shirt she wore under it had long sleeves though, sitting snugly against her skin. The sides of the dress opened starting from her hips down the entire length of the dress which stopped a few inches below her knees. The edges of the dress had a pretty swirling design to add a hint of flare to it. Underneath it she had chosen a pair of pants that was dark green, the ends of which was tucked into her new leather calf length shoes.

She had styled her clothes exactly like the fashion of her Nation, except in green and lighter in material.

It had been perfect, though the dress was still a little loose on her. So Orora had taken the green sash the garments had come tied in and wrapped it around her waist. Not only did the dress look much better, but the belt accentuated her waist and made her look almost as if her body had an hourglass shape.

And while Orora was not the most vain girl, she did like looking pretty.

And for once, after so many months, she looked, smelled and felt pretty.

And Zuko was acutely aware of all three facts as he continued to stare at her. It wasn't unnerving in any form. There was no malice in his eyes. Only an emotion that she had never seen on his face before. Which was why she was having a hard time to place it.

She could puzzle over it later, she figured as Zuko released her hands and stepped back. Blue met gold before the latter disappeared behind closed lids briefly. But once they opened, there was a determined look in them.

And Orora saw the reason for it when her eyes dropped to the hand he held out to her. A beat of silence, in which Orora felt her breath hitch in her throat and a bright smile to bloom across her face as she reached out to grasp his hand between both of her own. And this time, when blue met gold, Zuko gave a small smile back.

"Truce."

                                           ————————–

The two teenagers had barely reached their destination when Iroh suddenly appeared at their side. Holding a vase full of flowers.

"I just want our place to look nice, after all, we have a rather pretty young lady living with us, do we not?" He gave Zuko a nudge with his elbow, though his smile was directed at Orora who blushed and smiled in return.

"You look lovely my dear." He complimented, though it would seem Zuko had reverted back to his moody self as he spoke. "This city is a prison. I don't want to make a life here." He sounded so bleak and hopeless about his situation that Orora frowned.

"We don't have a choice." She kept her voice soft so that no one would overhear her. "This was the only way to ensure our survival in the long run."

Iroh, sensing his pupil's rising annoyance with his nephew, quickly spoke. "Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not." Without pausing for breath he continued. "Now come on, I found us some new jobs, and we start this afternoon!"

Zuko stopped short, staring in disbelief. "A job?!"

Orora snorted to herself, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, earning a glare from Zuko. Watching a Prince who had probably never worked a day in his life do an actual job?!

Oh, she was in for a treat, she thought smiling wickedly.

                                          ————————–

It came as no surprise when Iroh led them to a tea shop.

"And here I was thinking you had gotten a job at an apothecary shop." The young waterbender teased as she followed after her Master. Iroh simply grinned in reply. The two of them didn't bother to see if Zuko followed. He stood outside the shop, staring glumly at it before heaving a resigned sigh and following after his two companions.

It wasn't long before Pao, the shop owner, had handed them matching aprons and was telling them everything they needed to know about the shop. He prattled on as Orora finished tying the string behind her back.

"Argh, ridiculous." Zuko muttered under his breath, looking just as annoyed as he sounded. Orora nudged him with her elbow where she stood at his side. "Be grateful that we will have a steady income. Do you even know how hard it is to get a job in such a big city?"

He turned to glare at her. "This is humiliating. I'm not meant to be working as a servant. I'm supposed to have people working for me." He gritted through clenched teeth.

The girl gave him an unimpressed look. "Well I'm not meant to be here at all. I'm supposed to be married by now and living a miserable life." She caught sight of the surprised look that crossed his features, but continued to speak. "I wouldn't trade my current predicament for anything in the world." With that she turned her attention to the shop owner, who was still speaking with Iroh.

After a good few minutes of feeling Zuko's stare at her, she looked at him, raising her eyebrow in question. "You were supposed to get married?" His voice sounded hoarse and strange, even to his own ears. Orora nodded before giving a shrug. "It was arranged by my father. I had no say in it." She stated shortly, her eyes flashing with that iciness that served as a reminder to him to never cross her.

"Uh, does this possibly come in a larger size?" Iroh, who had been struggling to tie his apron finally spoke up. Pao gave a nod. "I have extra string in the back. Have some tea while you wait!" Before leaving he quickly poured hot tea into three cups and handed them out to his new employees.

Orora glanced down at the contents of her cup, making a face at the questionable color of the liquid. Iroh seemed to share her sentiment since he barely took a sip of it before his face contorted to one of disgust. He held the cup away from his body, as if it had done him some personal offense. "Blech! This tea is nothing more than hot leaf juice!" He declared. Zuko gave his Uncle a dead-panned look. "Uncle, that's what all tea is."

But the old man wasn't having it as he gave a look of utter disappointment and heartbreak. "How could a member of my own family say something so horrible?!" He exclaimed before a look of determination crossed his face. "We'll have to make some major changes around here."

"Well lets hope our boss doesn't fire us for taking over his shop." Orora stated softly, setting aside her cup and glancing around the bare shop.

"Though this place could do with some decorating."

Zuko groaned. Between Iroh's fanatic obsession with tea, and Orora's stubbornness to get her own way, he knew he was going to have his hands full.

                                          ————————–

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heart's fury (complete masterlist)

in which betrayal and love manifest despite the heart's fury.

pairing: zuko x (fem) reader

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book one: hope completed

♡prologue

♡the distant light

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Midnight Talks and Morning Chats Chapter Seven Update!!!

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The training session kept running through her head, over and over again. The way they separated into teams, the way she was the only one not wearing her own nation’s clothing, the way Aang hesitated… the brutal way Sokka cut the head of the melon lord, without remorse.

She knew it was just a prop… and she knew she would have no hesitation either… but the way Aang hesitated… she felt for him. It wasn’t fair, that he was so young and had such a decision and fate on his shoulders.

Beside her Sokka was sleeping soundly, snoring a little, one arm protectively around her. How he could sleep so soundly when the end of the world was near was beyond her.

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Art for Chapter 20: The Night Lands from A Song of Ice and Fire on AO3!

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[spicywhenspeaking]

Heyyyy. Could you do an Aang Pov where a few years after the war the Kataang relationship is strained because they are always traveling and Katara feels neglected because Aang is always in conferences? I'm in the mood for a lot of anguish, pain and tears, but there's not enough in this fandom

Okay! It’s angst and tears with an open ended hopeful? ending!

I hope you enjoy !!! This is my first time writing an ATLA fic so please! Be kind 🤍

🔥🌬💧🪨

I returned to the home Katara and I shared in the city we’ve now named Republic City. I have been gone for a few weeks as my ongoing search for lost airbender history continues. I decided to maintain a semi-permanent home in the city to show my allegiance to the new ways we have chosen to govern the world, post war.

We know that balance can only be maintained through hard work. I know Katara has missed being in the south but my job as the Avatar makes it hard to be selfish and put our wants above the needs of the world.

When I arrive home there’s a flurry of movement in the bedroom. I can hear Katara pacing back and forth. She’s moving frantically and hasn’t noticed I’ve arrived.

“Gone for weeks and not even sending a carrier eagle to tell me when he will get back” she mumbles. “I’m sick of being left behind, let’s see if he likes it huh, I’ll just take a little vacation back to Wolf Cove…” she’s still talking softly under her breath when she turns the corner out of our room, almost walking right through me and colliding with my chest.

“Baby? Are you going somewhere?” I ask gently, holding her shoulders steady and feeling as they rise and fall with her deep breaths. “Yes. I’m leaving. Going home for a while.” She barks out, only anger lacing her tone as she speaks.

“Leaving? I thought we agreed to make this our new home? I understand if you need to visit your family, but, you’ll come back? Right?” I ask, trying and failing not to sound like a pathetic lizard-guppy.

“No, You agreed to make this your home Aang, I don’t remember really being included in that conversation. Or really any conversation lately, it’s like you don’t even have time for me anymore.”

Her shoulders loosen slightly but she doesn’t lose the edge in her eyes, “but I’m going home, back to Wolf Cove to be with people that care about me, that actually notice when I’m around. People that want to talk to me and include me in their plans, that used to be you. I guess not anymore.” She shakes my hands from atop of her shoulders and tries to maneuver around me.

I turn around, letting her pass but quickly follow her as she makes her way to the front door. “I‘ll go with you! We can make it a fun trip, celebrating our anniversary that’s coming up soon.”

She huffs an annoyed breath and stops just before the door. “Surprised you would have even remembered, I seem to be the last thing on your mind lately. It’s just your precious Republic City!” Her voice rings out with the last of her sentence, her emotions taking control and I’m taken aback by her outburst.

“What do you want me to say Katara? I thought you understood that this was my life.” My power pulses as my heart rate elevates. “I have a duty to restore harmony after the war, I owe it to the nations after being gone for a hundred years while people suffered under the Fire Nations rule” this fight between Katara and feels as though it’s been repeating for months.

“Duty! Honor! That’s all you care about Aang, all you talk about since the war ended. You didn’t find redemption in defeating the Fire Lord? You helped the nations unify and yet still you are gone for weeks on end dealing with every issue that pops up.” Katara’s eyes gleam with tears “I’m going home Aang. Alone”

“Katara please, don’t just leave, let's talk about this.” I gasp her arm in a silent plea for her to stay, “I’m sorry if-“ I try to apologize but she just holds a hand up in exhausted defeat. “I know Aang, I know you’re sorry. And if we talk you’ll make promises to me that you’ll never keep. I just need some time, sokka sent me a message about some hunters that haven’t returned from their hunt so I’ll help him with that. Spending some time with my family is what I need right now.” She moves her hand to lay on top of mine that’s circling her arm. “I thought we were family.” I say in an almost silent voice.

“I had always thought we were Aang, I love you but I can’t do this if you’re never around. We were a team and now you do everything on your own. Maybe I need to be alone for a while too”

Leaving out the front door I follow behind to see a small fire nation airship hovering overhead, “what is this?” I ask, confusion written all over my face. We both look up as our friend Zuko slides down the rope ladder. I try to fight down the hot fire of jealousy that boils in my gut. “You called Zuko? If you wait just a day Appa could take you and we could talk, I don’t want you to leave like this”

I am practically begging but she ignores my pleas and offers a sad greeting to our friend. “Hi Zuko, thank you for offering to take me today” she tells him calmly and he offers her a gentle smile. When his gaze shifts to me it’s a mix of understanding and conflict. “Aang, how are you? You’ve just returned from the eastern air temple? Any luck in your search.” He asks politely.

“The search goes well, thank you friend.” I bow my head slightly towards him as a sign of respect.

Katara turns to me with tears shimmering in her eyes, “continue your search Aang and your job as Avatar but search for where I am meant to fit into any of it as well. I will not force myself in your life. I need time..” the tears have began streaking down her golden brown skin and I gently swipe them away. “I will always have room for you in my life, my love, but I understand I have failed you. I will work to prove to you that it’s true.” I wrap my arms tightly around her and bury my nose into her hair, breathing in her scent and committing it to memory not knowing how long she will need to be away, not knowing how long it will take to win her back.

“I will miss you Katara” I whisper to her and all she can offer is a broken sob as she disengages from our embrace and rushes towards the ladder to head up into the ship.

Zuko approaches me and we share a friendly hand shake, “I will ensure she arrives at the South Pole safely and report back once I’ve arrived back,” he tells me and I let out a ragged breath. “I can’t believe I’m losing her like this Zuko, I failed her more than anything else.” My voice is raw and full of emotion that I can’t contain. “You will not lose her my friend. I have struggled with the same things in my relationship with Mai, prove you can be just as committed to her as you are to being the Avatar.”

“I want to! That’s why I don’t want her to leave!” I lose control of my air for a moment and send a gust and shift the ladder as it hangs causing it to sway.

“You have to let her make her own choices Aang, let her decide and make an effort to be what she needs.” Zuko puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes slightly, “you need to be the man you are not the Avatar right now, she doesn’t need the Avatar. She needs you.” His grip lightens and he back up towards the ladder, offering a smile and a goodbye he heads up and within a few minutes the ship is moving and out of my sight taking my greatest love further and further away

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[thepublishingpress]

A Second Chance

Pakku was born a prodigy.

When he was born in the dead of winter during the full moon, he let loose scream so loud the glaciers cracked, and the sea’s waves grew to an impossible size. That’s when they, his tribe, knew.

He would be one of the most powerful waterbenders of all.

  ~*~

He is training when he sees her. She is watching him with a certain emotion in her eyes. He cannot place it. Envy, perhaps, with a little awe. Pakku sees determination in her bright blue eyes as she watches him. She makes little motions with her hands, clearly trying to imitate them. Then frowns at her hands, seemingly frustrated. 

She is a non-bender, He realizes. That is why she is upset. He is so distracted by her he does not see the snow rushing towards him till it smacks him in the face. He sputters, spitting out snow. His friends laugh, and he sees the girl smile faintly, the envy disappearing. As his friends haul him up, he asks them a question.

“Who is she?”

They stare at him in confusion. “Who’s who?”

“The girl,” Was his reply. He chin points to her as discreetly as possible. That is to say, with no discretion at all. “Over there. What’s her name?”

“Kanna,” They answer.

Kanna.

He likes her name. Kanna. Simple to pronounce, and he thinks it suit her perfectly. Beautiful, is one of its meanings. Beautiful, just like her. He repeats it to himself. He tells himself that he likes Kanna. 

He thinks he’s in love.

(And he is.)

  ~*~

Pakku eventually tells his parents of the girl, after he approaches her and begins to know her. He chatters on, talking on and on about her, and he knows he’s rambling, but he can’t help it. He really, really likes Kanna.

He finally stops when he notices his family staring at him.

Staring and staring.

His father breaks the silence.

“Son,” He says, “Do you know how old you are?”

Pakku frowns, confused. “Of course I know, Father,” He answers.

“Then you understand that you are now of marrying age.” His father says.

Pakku nods slowly. “Yes…?”

“And I understand that you like this Kanna very much,” Father continues, “And that she is also of age and, most importantly, she has status.”

“Yes, Father, that much is true,” Pakku replies, though he is slightly irritated. Kanna’s status is not her only defining trait, though it is the most important. Did his father not hear his ramblings for the past 10 minutes?

His father’s smile turns into a slight grin. “Son, do you not understand?” He teases slightly, “Because she has status, we have arranged a marriage with you and her before you spoke to us of her. She will bring our family honor.”

Pakku is elated.

  ~*~

As soon as he’s done eating, he rushes out to inform Kanna. He’s running so fast, he collides with her. 

“Pakku!” Kanna complains.

He simply beams at her. “Sorry!”

She tilts her head, pursing her lips at how giddy he is. “Something happened,” She decides. “What is it?”

He opens his mouth, prepared to say the news, but stops short. Something tells him not to, and he thinks it’s because he wants to surprise Kanna. “We’re- Um, I learned new waterbending tricks!” He lies, “Want to see?”

She nods, and he desperately tries to make up something, and it works. She likes it, the smooth motion of the water, and her eyes widen with amazement at the ice sculpture. She laughs when it crashes on him, making his wet all over. 

His heart fills with warmth and love when she laughs.

Tui and La, he’s lovesick, isn’t he?

  ~*~

One day, in a secluded place, Kanna asks him for a scandalous favor. 

“Will you teach my friend Sedna how to fight?”

When he hears those words, he’s shocked. “Kanna,” He says, “that cannot be done.”

She becomes angry. “And why, Pakku, is that?” She demands.

“Because she is a girl and that would go against tradition, Kanna, and you know that!” Pakku exclaims, shocked and angry she would even think about defiling their ways.

“Tradition, tradition!” She shouts back, and Pakku understands why she brought him here. It was not for the secret kiss that he’d hoped for. “This tradition of not teaching girls how to fight, how to use waterbending for nothing but healing, is stupid! We can do the same things you boys can, Pakku!”

Pakku is speechless. When he does not respond, Kanna turns away from him, but not before he saw a tear slip down her cheek.

“I thought you were different, Pakku,” She says, voice cracking, ”I thought you would understand. But now I see you’re no different from those pompous fools.”

Before Pakku could say anything, she ran away.

  ~*~

That was their falling out.

They no longer spoke to each other after that. Pakku still loved her, though.

He just didn’t know how to let go.

He had hopes that Kanna would soon see reason, and they would be friends again, and when they married they would have a happy life together.

Oh, what a fool he was.

He learns the news when the wedding was three days away.

Yagoda runs up to him, panting. “What happened?” Pakku asks her.

She purses her lips. “Kanna… Kanna has run away.”

Pakku’s heart became cracked and shattered.

  ~*~

After that, he swore to himself that he would never teach a woman. It was because of tradition, before. Now? It was personal.

He leaves the Northern Water Tribe in search of some place rid his mind of the awful memories he had.

He travels, and reaches the Earth Kingdom.

That’s where he met them.

The Order of the White Lotus. His friends:

The Crazy King of Omashu, Bumi.

The Deserter Jeong-Jeong.

The Sword Master Piandao.

And, later, General Iroh, Dragon of the West.

  ~*~

He returns back home. Years pass, the Avatar and his friends arrive, just in time for Princess Yue’s coming of age.

The Avatar wants Pakku to teach the boy and his other friend– which Pakku assumes to be the Sister Tribe boy– and Pakku agrees.

When, however, the airbender brings the girl, Pakku refuses.

“It is against tradition,” He insists, “I will teach only you, Avatar.”

The girls looks furious. It reminds him, painfully, of Kanna. Reluctantly, the nomad agrees.

  ~*~

He did not teach the Avatar for long. He catches the boy attempting to teach the girl how to use waterbending for fighting. Pakku bans the airbender from going to his lessons.

Soon after, the girl has the audacity to challenge him to a waterbending battle.

He agrees.

  ~*~

She… puts up a good fight, he must admit. But he is better.

He is winning, she is losing.

But then he sees that necklace.

And it hits him.

That’s… That’s the one I made…

He shatters the ice immediately and picks up the necklace. The Sister Tribe girl is screaming at him, demanding that he give it back to her because the necklace belongs to her.

“This… I… I made this for Kanna.” He whispers, ignoring the shocked gasps of the crowd.

“You… You were supposed to marry my Gran-Gran?” The waterbender asks, completely taken aback.

“I loved Kanna,” He says quietly, voice quivering.

“But she didn’t love you.”

The words sting, they always do, but they aren’t anything he hasn’t told himself.

  ~*~

The Siege comes.

They come.

With an absolute madman manning the helm.

Pakku and his students try to keep the Fire Nation back, and they have the full moon as their advantage. 

Said advantage doesn’t last.

The moon… goes dark. They cannot bend.

Pakku dreads what this means.

The moon is dead.

The firebenders, those stupid ash makers, are elated. They grin, taunt them, and this time their enemies are winning, and they’re losing, losing, and losing–

But the Avatar and La, however, have different plans.

Their attack comes in the form of a giant sea monster, the Avatar acting as its heart, and La commands reverence. Pakku and his benders bow in awe and the firebenders are swept into the sea.

  ~*~

After the Siege of the North, as people are calling it, his tribe holds a funeral for the brave Princess Yue and all their losses. Her father, Chief Arnook, says a speech.

“Princess Yue, my daughter, though we hold a funeral for you, we know that you are alive in the skies and in the stars as the moon we honor. I am proud of you, my daughter, I am.”

Funeral rites are completed and he goes to see Kanna’s grandchildren. He tells them and the Avatar goodbye and gives them gifts- well, the girl and the nomad, anyway. He didn’t know what to give to the waterbender’s brother.

He turns away from them, and sighs. He is going to the Southern Water Tribe.

He is going to Kanna.

  ~*~

Pakku is absolutely shocked.

This village is so, so small, Pakku thinks as he looks around. The village isn’t even a tenth of the Northern Water Tribe. Is this what we let happen to our Sister Tribe?

Yes, the answer comes, yes.

He is shook out of his guilty daze when he sees her coming.

She has been wrinkled with age, yes, but he stills sees that determined look in her eyes, that flame that had never gone out. Not once.

She regards him warily, eyebrows raised. “So,” She says, “you’re here.”

He nods a bit, clears his throat. “Yes.”

She glances back, and he sees the children and their mothers– where are the men? – huddled together, fear in their expressions.

“Well,” She says, “welcome to my tribe, Pakku.”

  ~*~

It is nighttime, and Pakku is standing in the middle of the village. Everyone is asleep, except for him, of course. He stares up at the moon.

“You’re still awake?”

He flinches, slipping on the snow, and falling. He turns his head and sees that it’s Kanna. She’s watching him, smiling faintly, like that training session so long ago.

“Um,” He says dumbly, “Yes?”

She laughs, a little, and there’s that warmth again that he quickly tries to stamp out. She probably still hates you, he thinks, stop it.

She frowns at him. “There is something on your mind,” She says. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry,” Pakku blurts out, and it is what’s on his mind. Kanna blinks.

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” He repeats. Better to apologize now than never. “I-I’m sorry, so sorry, that I didn’t help you, that I didn’t support you, and I see that you were right and I was wrong.” Pakku inhales deeply, trying to hold in the tears. “Kanna… After you left I was heartbroken. I-I honestly thought we would be happy together. I loved you Kanna.” He lowers his head. “Maybe I still do.”

“Oh, Pakku,” Kanna whispers, surging forward and embracing him, “I’ve forgiven you.”

“What?”

“I know you’ve changed,” She says, “You’ve trained my granddaughter! The old Pakku would never do that.”

She looked up and smiled. Pakku returned it.

  ~*~

Days passed.

And in those days, Kanna and Pakku slowly rebuilt their relationship. Pakku made another necklace for her. A more intricate wave than the one he made before.

And Kanna accepts.

Pakku is overjoyed.

  ~*~

He has to leave the Southern Water Tribe.

A messenger hawk comes and the message it bears it curt.

Come to Ba Sing Se. 

Who sent it? They didn’t write it, but the single White Lotus tile is enough for him to know.

He says good-bye to Kanna, and travels to the Earth Kingdom.

It is time to give back Ba Sing Se.

  ~*~

Before they saved it, though, the Avatar’s group arrived. There had apparently been three more members added to the group. One of them the Crown Pince of the Fire Nation. Pakku greets his grandchildren, Katara and Sokka, who were completely delighted to learn of his engagement to Kanna.

The children went to talk with Iroh (which he most definitely did not eavesdrop on!), and eventually split up, each group going to complete their own mission.

Pakku turns and stares at the broken walls of Ba Sing Se.

“It is almost time,” He says, and his friends nod.

  ~*~

Ba Sing Se was returned to the Earth Kingdom.

The war, after a hundred years, was over.

Pakku was prepared to return home.

This time, he knew, that his wish for a happy life with Kanna would come true.

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hiii i finished it!!! hope it meets your expectations HAHAHA

this also turned out way longer than i meant it to be oops

#pakku #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #kanna #katara #aang #sokka #prince zuko #fanfic #fanfiction #yay a post #atla fanfiction #avatar the last airbender fanfiction

[kitsune024]

Avatar: The Last Airbender Fanfiction

Spirit Son: Electric Boogaloo (The Rewrite) :) by imadoctornotanescalator

When Team Avatar reaches an Earth Kingdom village which is being attacked on a nightly basis by a monstrous spirit, they meet a mysterious young man with ring of blue around his golden iris, who seems to know more about spirits than he lets on.

Aang, as the bridge between the physical world and the Spirit World, invites this spirit-expert, Lee, to travel with him in order to learn about it, not knowing there is more to this stranger than meets the eye.

(Summary by NikkiPond)

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Three a.m. writer brain goin WEEEEEE.

This is the rewrite of Spirit Son. So, if you're transferring over from that, welcome back. If you're new to this story, hey y'all.

Chapters: 10/27

#imadoctornotanescalator #ao3 fanfic #zuko fic #atla zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender fanfiction #bookmark series #blue spirit zuko #spirit zuko-sorta #zuko #atla fanfic

[shortprince-cos]

gonna start posting snippets of fanfics i haven't written yet just because

anyway take this atla one (Lee is Zuko in disguise btw)

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"Don't get up," Hakoda warned, sitting down on the bed next to him. "You're still injured."

Lee frowned, but nodded amd relaxed again. "How long was I out?"

"[Insert time here idk i gotta research]." He said quietly. "You scared the shit out of us all."

He had the decency to look ashamed. "I know, it was stupid. I didn't think." He said, like he had been told those words a hundred times before. "I just thought..."

"You thought dying was a good idea?"

"No! I was trying to redirect it." He exclaimed. "Some firebenders can control lightning. I saw my uncle redirect it once, and I thought I would be able to-"

"Hold on," Hakoda interrupted, eyes closed as he thought about what the kid just said. "You saw someone do it once? You've never done it yourself?"

Lee looked confused. "Yeah?"

"So you risked your life over a technique that you didn't even know if you could do?"

"...Yes."

He smacked a hand to his forehead. "You could have died, Lee."

"...You could have too."

#hoping this gets me more traction on here #i wanna be cool again😂 #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fanfic #avatar the last airbender fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[manias-wordcount]

Since your requests are open, can I ask Azula, June and Ty Lee (separately) with S/O, who loves teasing them? In sfw way, if you curious.

S/o who loves teasing them HCs (Azula, June, Ty Lee)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Azula

Catch her on a good day and she’ll do it right back

Might even let you get away with doing it in front of others if it’s a good enough day

Hell, she’ll probably even let you get away with murder since she likes you so much LMAO

But catch her on a bad day?

Yeah she won’t be as receptive

Definitely slaps your hand away and gets snippy with you so respect her boundaries and let her cool off

But out of everything you do, she probably likes the more physical teasing the most

Whether it’s brushing against her arm or twirling her hair around your finger or sneakily kissing her cheek and disappearing a second later- she enjoys it the most

And naturally, you gotta be prepared yourself

Because you know Azula will bite back at you any chance she gets

Ty Lee 

So…because she really, really likes you…

It’s all super embarrassing for her

Even after a while of dating

Usually, she’ll have no problem holding her own

But something about you just has her blushing like crazy at a few sweet words you start sending her way

She definitely knows by now that you take advantage of her reaction

Especially since you tend to have the biggest dumbest smile on your face afterward

But you just make her feel so, so special that she doesn’t mind too much if you tease her

And of course, she’ll try to tease you back every now and then

But really, she’s more than content with having her cute girl moment because you like making her flustered <3

June

Chances are she likes to tease you MORE than you like to tease her

And that’s saying something

So the two of you tend to get into back and forths where you’re pushing each other boundaries of what the other person can handle

And while this is second nature for the two of you, it’s awkward for everyone else involved

Especially whenever this type of thing happens in public

But June tends to overwhelm you after particularly long back-and-forths

And she’ll do some more teasing after she realizes she’s won and that you can’t take any more of this

But don’t worry- you’ve won against her your fair share of times

And despite her hard exterior, she can get real, real, real flustered if you say the right words and push the right buttons (or in this case, touch the right places)

And luckier for you- you just so happen to be the only one who knows just exactly how to break through

#azula #azula x reader #ty lee #ty lee x reader #june avatar #june atla #june avatar x reader #june atla x reader #june #june x reader #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar fanfic #avatar fanfiction #avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender fanfic #avatar the last airbender fanfiction #atla #atla x reader #atla fanfic #atla fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

[lu-vin-it]

The Reservoir

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3 | City of Walls and Secrets/Tales of Ba Sing Se

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Summary: Like every year, your father takes you on an expedition to find Wan-Chi Tong’s lost library. This time, however, you actually get results. Results that change your life forever.

Pairing: Sokka x Reader

Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Words: 4,563

Warnings: Sokka and Y/N bond over dead parents so angst!

A/N: Sorry this was so late!!!!!!

Thank you to @sepptember for proofreading !!! ILYSM!!

On the train, you sit in between Toph and Sokka, across from Aang and Katara. You’ve taken this train many times over the years, which makes you miss your Dad. He should be sitting next to you, rambling on about how beautiful the library was. You wish you would’ve asked him about it while you were there. Did it live up to his expectations? Was it better.

“Look. The inner wall!” Katara says, pointing out the window behind her. “I can’t believe we finally made it to Ba Sing Se in one piece!”

“Hey! Don’t jinx it!” Sokka exclaims. “We could still be attacked by some giant, exploding, fire nation spoon. Or find out the city’s been submerged in an ocean full of killer shrimp.”

You raise an eyebrow at the boy beside you. “Way to kill the mood.”

“Just being realistic!” He holds up his hands in surrender. 

You deadpan. “Yes, because, realistically, a giant spoon will attack us.” 

“Okay, but the shrimp thing could totally happen!” 

“Have you been hitting the cactus juice again?” Toph asks, making you giggle.

“I’m just saying.” He shrugs. “Weird stuff happens to us.” As he says that, a man with a whole pineapple in his mouth shoves his way in between you and Toph, shoving you against Sokka.

“Point proven, I guess.” You murmur, butterflies in your stomach at the contact with Sokka. He scoots over and laughs nervously. 

“.. We’ll find Appa.” You turn your attention to Katara and Aang. 

“It’s such a big city.” 

Sokka stands up. “He’s a giant bison. Where could someone possibly hide him?” The train enters the city, and you’re once again hit with a wave of nostalgia. All the times you’ve been through this exact moment with your Father hit you at once. You can feel tears well up in your eyes, so, you turn to look out your window so your friends can’t see. 

—

Once you arrive at the train station, you wipe the tears off of your cheek and step off the train. 

“Back in the city. Great.” Toph complains. 

“What’s the problem? It’s amazing!”

“It’s just a bunch of walls and rules. You wait, you’ll get sick of it in a couple of days.” 

You frown. “What are you talking about? Ba Sing Se is the best! There are thousands of things to do here!” You gesture to the looming city in front of you. Toph scoffs in response, making your frown deepen.

Aang pulls out his bison whistle and blows on it. “I’m coming for you, buddy.” Katara places a hand on his shoulder. “He’s here, I can feel it.”

“Hello! My name is Joo Dee.” A strange, grinning woman says, walking up to you. “You must be Sokka, Katara, Aang, and Toph, welcome to our wonderful city.” She turns to you. “And welcome home, Y/N Zei.” 

“Oh. Thank you.” You scratch your head, wondering how she knows you all. 

“Shall we get started?” 

“Yes! We have information about the fire nation army that we need to deliver to the earth king immediately.” Sokka tells her. 

“Great! Let’s begin our tour, we’ll drop Y/N off on the way, and then I’ll show you to your new home, here. I think you’ll like it!” She turns around and starts walking, gesturing for you all to follow. You glance at each other, confused. 

“Uh! Maybe you missed what I said? We need to talk to the king about the war. It’s important.” 

“You’re in Ba Sing Se now. Everyone is safe here.” 

Your friends look at her like she’s insane, but you just smile. “Come on, guys!”

—

“This is the lower ring.” Joo Dee informs you as you ride through Ba Sing Se in an ostrich-pulled carriage. You sit beside Sokka next to a window. 

“What’s that wall for?” Katara asks. 

“Oh, Ba Sing Se has many walls. There are the ones outside, protecting us, and the ones inside, that help maintain order.” She gestures outside to a group of people. “This is where our newest arrivals live, as well as our craftsmen and artisans, people that work with their hands. It’s so quaint and lovely!” 

You point at a restaurant across the street and nudge Sokka. “That’s the best place to get food in all of Ba Sing Se.” You grin. “My dad and I used to go together all the time before we moved to the middle ring.” 

“Maybe we should stop by! I’m starving.” Toph says, patting her stomach. 

“Oh, later, later. There will be plenty of time for food after you get all settled in!” Joo Dee says, waving the idea away.

“Why do you have all the poor people blocked off in one part of the city?” Katara asks, making you furrow your brows. That’s not what this was… right? 

Aang shakes his head. “This is why I never came here before. I always heard it was so different from the way the monks taught us to live.” You frown and look back out the window. 

—

“This is the middle ring of Ba Sing Se!” You smile softly as you enter your ring. “Home to the financial district, more shops and restaurants, and the university.” 

“This is where I live!” You grin. “In the apartments just up there.” You point at a tall, ornate building that stood ten stories tall. It had ivy blooming with pink flowers going up the side. 

“It’s beautiful!” Katara says, smiling. 

“Just wait until you see my apartment! It’s easily the best decorated place in all of Ba Sing Se if I do say so myself.” You beam, filled with pride. You love your home. It’s always been a place where you found solace like nowhere else. Memories of going to work with your Father and then coming home and crashing on the couch together fill your mind, and you can’t help but feel sad again. 

“Are you okay?” Sokka whispers, placing a hand on your knee. 

You force a smile and nod. “Just thinking about how different it will be without him.” The brunette frowns and grabs your hand, wordlessly.

“Look, here’s one of the oldest buildings in the middle ring, town hall.” Joo Dee interrupts, pointing out her window. 

“Great! Could we talk to someone there?”

“We will stop here to let Y/N go home and see the architecture up close!” The carriage comes to a stop right in front of your home and Joo Dee steps out.

“Is this woman deaf!? She only seems to hear every other word I say.”

“It’s called being handled, get used to it.” Toph scowls.

You all step out and you immediately go over to your mailbox, open it and pull out the contents. You sort through the envelopes. Mostly, it’s just junk, but there’s one letter from your grandma who lives in Omashu, and another from a friend of your father’s. How were you supposed to respond to these? How were you supposed to tell people? 

“Hey guys, I’m– uh– I’m going to head up. I’ll see you around.” You give them a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. You turn around and walk inside. 

“Y/N! Wait!” You glance back, Sokka runs inside and catches up to you. “Why don’t you come with us to check out our house? You know, so you know where to find us later?”

“No thank you.. I should really go upstairs. I have a lot to do. I really need to write to my Grandma.” 

Sokka deflates. “Oh. Yeah, of course.” 

You give him a thin-lipped smile. “Bye, Sokka.”

“Bye.” You start to turn around, but Sokka surges forward and hugs you, catching you by complete surprise. You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes, enjoying the moment. When you start to pull away, you kiss his cheek before you can second-guess yourself. 

“I’ll see you later.” You turn around and walk away leaving him a blushing mess.

—

That night, you write to your Grandma and read your father’s friend’s letter. It breaks your heart to think about how these people didn’t even get to say goodbye to him. They wrote these letters thinking that they’d get a reply a week later. Though they will be getting a reply, it certainly won’t be one they hope for.

Afterwards, you unload your backpack. In the contents, you find one of your Father’s journals– which is possibly the best thing that’s happened since you’ve been back– because it reminds you that he’s been journaling since before you were alive, and somehow managed to keep them all to your knowledge. 

Your memory proves to be correct when you go into your storage room– which was just an extra bedroom that your father filled with boxes and keepsakes– and find twenty file boxes full of journals all labeled by year. 

You grab his first journal ever and bring the first box to your room. You get comfy in your bed and then start reading it. You can definitely tell it’s his first journal from the writing. He talked about being in university himself, and how he was about to graduate. He also wrote a lot about a girl in his class, Sha Le. Your Mom. You never knew her, but everytime he mentions her, the empty feeling you’ve always had grows. 

—

The next morning, a knock wakes you. You run to your door and open it, shocked when you see Sokka standing there with a grin. 

“Good morning Y/N!” 

You smile softly and move to let him inside. “Good morning, why’d you come all this way this early?” 

He walks in and you shut the door behind him. “We figured out how we can talk to the earth king!”

You walk into your kitchen and start making some tea. “Oh yeah? How?”

“He’s throwing a party in his pet’s honor!”

“Bosco the bear?”

“Yeah.. is it really just a bear?”

You giggle. “Yeah, King Kuei is a little odd. In my opinion, platypus-bears are much cuter as pets.” 

“That’s what I said!” Sokka exclaims. 

“Anyways, did you guys get invited to the party?”

“Well, not exactly no, but Katara and Toph are going to sneak in.. we figured you should go with them! Since you know more about Ba Sing Se.” 

You pour two cups of tea and hand him one. “Toph knows more about high society than I do, it won’t be much different than in Omashu.” You scrunch up your face. “Besides, I’m not high society, I don’t know anything about how to act at those types of parties.”

“Toph is teaching Katara right now! If we hurry you’ll catch the lesson.” 

“I don’t know, Sokka. I have a lot to do. I found some boxes of my Dad’s journals and I want to go through all of them.”

“You can go through them tomorrow! I’ll even help you if you want.”

You smile. “Fine. But I’m holding you to that.” You point at him accusingly. He holds his hands up in mock surrender. 

—

“So, how do we look?” Katara asks as you, Toph, and her walk out of her bedroom. You feel a little ridiculous in the outfit, the fabric is itchy and your collar is a little suffocating. You break into a fit of giggles. 

“Wow, you look beautiful…” Aang says dreamily.

“Yeah. Beautiful.” You catch Sokka’s eyes and butterflies erupt in your stomach when you realize he’s staring right at you. You go to respond, but Toph covers your mouth with her fan.

“Don’t talk to commoners, Y/N. First rule of society.”

“We’ll get in the party and then find a way to let you in through the side gate.” You say as you walk to the front door.

—

You can’t really recall a time when you were this close to the palace. It made you nervous. You felt a little like a poser, especially when you see how easily this act comes to Toph.

When you finally reach the door, the guard asks for an invitation. 

Toph holds up her passport. “I think this will do.”

“No entry without an invitation. Step out of line, please.”

Toph scowls. “Look, the Pangs and the Yumsoon-Hans are waiting in there for us.” She crosses her arms. “I’m gonna have to tell them who didn’t let me in.”

“Step out of line please.” He reiterates. You guys frown and step out of line. Just as your about to think of a plan B, Katara spots someone.

“Sir?” She asks, walking up to a tall man with a mustache. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but my cousin lost all of our invitations.” She leans in. “She’s blind. Do you think you could help us? Our family’s inside, and I’m sure they’re very worried.” 

The man bows. “I am honored. Please, come with me.” He leads you back to the entrance where the guard bows to the man and lets you pass. You walk into the foyer and your jaw almost drops. It’s breathtaking. By far the biggest room you’ve ever been in. The pillars are taller than you thought 

 possible with gold trim on them. There are Earth Kingdom banners on every wall, and tables full of food in the center of the room. “Beautiful, isn’t it? By the way, I’m Long Feng.” The leader of the Dai Li. You tense up immediately. You’ve been caught. “I’m a cultural minister for the king.” You furrow your brow slightly when he doesn’t mention his title.

You glance around the room, faking a cough when you spot a waiter carrying drinks. “Excuse me, I’ll be back, it seems I need water.” You smile slightly and then quickly walk over to the waiter, grabbing a drink and then disappearing into the crowd. You walk over to the side door that Sokka and Aang were supposed to meet you at, and stick your head out. You zone in on them immediately and wave them in. 

“Hi Y/N!” Sokka greets you with a grin. 

“Hi Sokka.” 

“Where are Katara and Toph?” Aang asks with a frown. 

“We asked a man to sneak us in, but he’s the leader of the Dai Li and there’s no way he doesn’t know who we are.” You reply, grimacing. “I snuck away to let you guys in, Katara and Toph don’t know who he is.”

“What are you doing here!?” You turn around, caught. Joo Dee is standing in front of you, shocked. “You have to leave immediately or we’ll all be in terrible trouble.” 

Sokka steps in between you. “Not until we see the king.” He storms past her into the crowd, you and Aang following behind closely. 

“There you are!” You turn around, hearing Katara. She walks up to you with Toph’s hand in hers. 

You furrow your brows, not seeing Long Feng. “Where’d Long Feng go?”

“He’s right the– Oh.” Katara looks around behind her. “I don’t know, he was just here.”

“We must leave now!” Joo Dee whisper-shouts. 

“I already told you! Not until we see the king!” 

“You don’t understand, we must leave now!” Joo Dee takes a step towards Sokka and he takes a step back on instinct. He steps right on Aang’s foot, making the younger boy gasp and grab his foot, which throws him off balance and sends him flying into the table behind him. The table rocks back and forth before it falls, spilling a bowl of liquid all over a woman. She shrieks.

“Sorry! Oh no, don’t shout!” Aang uses his bending to dry her off, causing her hair to come undone and stick straight up.

The woman gasps. “The Avatar! Oh, I didn’t know the Avatar would be here!” She says it loud enough for everyone to turn and ogle at Aang as if he were an exhibit at the zoo. 

Sokka leans into Aang and whispers something into his ear. “Watch this, everybody!” Aang leaps into the air and lands on the huge table in the center of the room. He uses waterbending on the different coloured drinks on the table, he spins them in circles in rings around each other.

Suddenly, the gong is banged on, and Aang drops the drinks as you all turn to look at the man entering the room. You immediately know it’s King Kuei. The people carrying stop in the middle of the room for a moment, and then start taking him away again.

“Your majesty!” Aang calls out, flying over. You all start walking after the king, but once you get close to the doors he was brought through, Dai Li agents grab each of you and drag you into a room. 

“Hey! Let go of us!”

—

The agents finally let you go when you enter a library.

“Are you okay?” Sokka immediately asks you. 

“Yeah. You?” He nods. 

“We’re fine too, thanks for asking.” Toph interrupts. You both send embarrassed glares at her and Katara, who was snickering. 

A moment later, Long Feng and Aang enter the library. Long Feng sits in front of you while Aang stands next to Katara.

“Why won’t you let us talk to the king!? We have information that could help us defeat the fire nation!”

“The Earth King has no time to get involved with political squabbles and the day-to-day minutia of military activities.”

“This could be the most important thing he’s ever heard!” Aang says. 

“What’s most important to his royal majesty is maintaining the cultural heritage of Ba Sing Se. All his duties relate to issuing decrees on such matters. It’s my job to oversee the rest of the city’s resources, including the military.”

“So.. King Kuei is just a figurehead?” You ask, feeling like a bucket of ice water was just dumped on you.

“He’s your puppet!” Toph spits. 

“Oh, no, no. His majesty is an icon, a god to his people. He can’t sully his hands with the hourly changes of an endless war.”

“But we found out about a solar eclipse that will leave the fire nation defenseless. We could lead an invasion!” Sokka steps forward. You smile, admiring his passion. 

Long Feng stands abruptly. “Enough! I don’t want to hear your ridiculous plan!” The man spits. Sokka steps back, shocked. You place a hand on his forearm. “It is the strict policy of Ba Sing Se that the war not be mentioned within the walls.” You scowl. So that’s why you barely know anything about it. “Constant news of an escalating war will throw the citizens of Ba Sing Se into a state of panic. In silencing the talk of conflict, Ba Sing Se remains a peaceful, orderly utopia. The last one on Earth!” He smiles.

“You can’t keep the truth from all these people. They have to know” Katara says.

“They can, they do.” You mumble. 

“I’ll tell them. I’ll make sure everyone knows!” Aang says, raising his fist.”

“Until now, you’ve been treated as our honored guest. But from now on, you will be watched every moment by Dai Li agents. If you mention the war to anyone, you will be expelled from the city.” He turns around and stares at the green flames in the fireplace. “I understand you’ve been looking for your bison. It would be quite a shame if you were not able to complete your quest.” Aang scowls. “Now, Joo Dee will show you home.” The doors open and a woman walks in, your eyes widen when you realize it’s not Joo Dee.

“Come with me, please.”

“What happened to Joo Dee?”

“I’m Joo Dee. I’ll be your host as long as you’re in our wonderful city.” She says robotically. 

You’re starting to wonder just how great Ba Sing Se really is.

—

The next morning, you wake up in Katara’s room. It was so late once the new Joo Dee got you guys back to the higher ring that you decided to stay for the night. Katara was quick to offer you a spot in her room, and you were even quicker to agree, saying it would be a sleepover. The two of you ended up talking until the early morning, which makes the light spilling into the room even more unbearable. 

“Good morning!” A cheery voice says. You roll over and open one eye, seeing Sokka standing in the doorway. 

“It’s too early, Sokka.” Katara groans. 

“Maybe for you, but I promised Y/N we’d go through journals together.” 

You curse. “Does it have to be right now?”

“Yes, it does! Come on!” He grabs your arm and pulls you up. 

“Fine.” You mumble, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. It was way too early for this. 

—

Once you and Sokka got to your apartment, you bring down one of the boxes of journals. 

“Okay, so these are the first ones. But, there are nineteen other boxes upstairs.” You put the box on the coffee table with a thud. 

Sokka gapes at you. “Nineteen?” 

You nod. “Twenty years of journaling, there’s probably at least twelve journals in each box too.” 

“Twelve!?” 

You laugh and sit down beside him. “If you want to back out, you can. No hard feelings.” 

“No, no, I said I would help you so that’s what I’m going to do. Which one should I start with?” 

You grab two journals and hand him one. “Here, this one goes right after the one I’m starting.” You look down at your hands. “Can– Um– would you mind dog-earing any pages that mention a girl named Sha Le?”

“Sure! Why?” 

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You have no clue why. There’s nothing embarrassing about wanting to know your mother. “Uh.. She’s my birth mom. I don’t really know much about her.. I never asked my dad anything ‘cause I was afraid of how he’d react.” You scratch the back of your neck. “My biological parents died in the south pole when I was younger. She was my dad’s best friend.” 

“Wait.. Professor Zei isn’t your biological Dad?” 

You finally look at Sokka, who’s staring at you with an expression that’s half confusion and half shocked. “No, we don’t look anything alike!” You giggle slightly. “He was my godfather. My mom moved to the South Pole after she graduated university to study your guys’ ways of healing. She met my biological dad– Paro– while she was there. He was a waterbender–”

“I know of Paro! He was a soldier, right? He’s a legend!” He practically fan-girls, his eyes go wide and a grin stretches from ear to ear.  

You grin. “Really?”

He quickly nods. “My dad told me this story about how he single handedly beat a whole battalion of fire nation soldiers once. What happened to him?”

You sigh. “He got sick, I guess. I don’t know the details,” You frown. “Then two years later there was a raid and with no one to protect my mom, she was.. You know.” Tears well up in your eyes. “And by then I was already showing signs of being able to water bend so I was sent here and my dad took me in.”

“My mom was killed during the raid too.” Sokka replies quietly. 

“I’m so sorry, Sokka.” You bring your legs up onto the couch. “You don’t talk about your parents a lot.”

“Well you know about my mom now. My dad led the soldiers that were left in our tribe to fight in the war two years ago. Katara and I haven’t seen or heard from him since.” You frown. How could he leave two kids behind like that? “We ran into one of the soldiers, Bato, a while back and he told us dad was still alive so there’s that at least.” He frowns too. 

You reach forward and grab his hand. “That must’ve been so hard. I’m so sorry, Sokka.” 

“It’s okay. I just hope I can see him soon.”

“You will.” You smile softly. 

Sokka looks up at you and your eyes lock. You get lost in his irises, when suddenly, his eyes flicker to your lips and before you know it, he’s leaning in and you’re leaning forward to give him better access. Your lips meet and you feel like the world is melting away. His hand flies up to your cheek, cupping it. You grab his forearm as your lips move in sync. You pull away after what seems to be forever. You stare at Sokka with wide eyes, his expression matching yours, as you let the kiss sink in. You clear your throat awkwardly. “We– Uh– We should start reading.” 

His cheeks turn bright red. “Yeah! Reading! We should do that! Yes.” He backs up, putting as much space between the two of you as possible before he starts reading the journal in his lap. 

—

Hours later, you and Sokka sit in the same spots. You’ve each gotten through about two journals, meaning you’ve gone through five in total since you read one when you got back.

“Hey! Your dad has a lot of information about the fire nation in this one!” Sokka exclaims. 

You glance at his journal to see a page with a list on it. Notes from a class, you assume. “You know.. I bet there’s a lot about the fire nation in these. With how many there are, there’s gotta be, right?”

“You’re probably right! I bet you we could find out a lot in these.” He grins. “I’m so glad you had a weird dad!” 

“Hey!” You exclaim with a laugh, trying to act offended, but failing miserably. “He wasn’t that weird.” You laugh again, this time, Sokka joins in. 

—

You keep reading with Sokka until the sun goes down and you finally finish the first box. After Sokka found the first page about the fire nation, you both started finding more and more littered through the entries. At the third mention, you grab an empty notebook and start writing down everything you’ve found so far.

—

“Well, I should probably go back to the house.” Sokka says after he sets the box down in the storage room. 

“Oh, right, of course.” You smile and gesture for him to leave the room, then lead him to the front door. “Thank you for helping me. I really appreciate it.”

He smiles. “Anytime. Um–” He blushes. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable when I kissed you earlier.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, silly. I liked it.” Your stomach churns nervously.

He looks up at you, hopeful. “Really?” You smile and nod. “Cool– I, um– I liked it too. Maybe.. Maybe we could go to that restaurant that you said you liked. Alone. As a date.” Your eyes widen. He wants to go on a date with you? “Or not, we don’t have to, obviously! It was just a suggest–” 

You cut him off by leaning up and kissing his cheek. “I’d love to go out with you, Sokka.” 

“Oh! Awesome! I mean– cool. Cool.” His cheeks turn bright red making you giggle. 

“We can figure out the details tomorrow?” You ask. He nods frantically. “Okay. I’ll go over to the house tomorrow morning.” 

“Okay! I’ll see you then!” He turns around and grabs the doorknob, waving awkwardly as he steps into the hallway. 

“Goodnight, Sokka.” You close the door behind him and blink. Did that really just happen?

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Can you please write a zuko x reader hurt/comfort fic please? I’m not sure what prompts you have for it. But take as much time as you need and feel much better soon.

Pairing: Zuko x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. A/N: Ok but this broke my heart a little but it turned out so sweet in the end!

It never got any easier.

Every time you went to see your father it would end in disaster. He refused to speak with you, or even acknowledge your existence. That you were standing there and speaking to him.

Nothing.

No reaction.

And it broke your heart a hundred times over.

It happened every single week. And you knew there would come a time when you would simply stop coming to him. There was so much going on in your life that you couldn't possibly keep coming to see him.

Your father. The war prisoner. One of the top generals when it came to cruelty against everyone who was not Fire Nation.

The man who had been condemned to jail for the rest of his life.

By the Avatar no less. And yet you could not bring yourself to feel anything other then acceptance of the fate that had befallen your father. He was cruel, through and through. His crimes against humanity were too long to list, and there was no power in the world that could free him from his prison.

And you were glad of it.

Which made you feel guilty.

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Sighing deeply you entered the Fire Nation Palace from a hidden door and leaned against it, heaving a small sigh as you did.

Yet another unsuccessful visit. You had visited him, spoken to him. Though when you had mentioned the new Fire Lord, your father had made a response.

And that was to spit on the floor.

Your heart clenched in your chest and you slid down the wooden door, burying your face in your hands. It was hopeless. Aang had said so from the beginning. Had told you that your father's soul was too corrupted by his own cruelty and evil that there was no coming back from it.

Probably the reason that compelled him to remove your father's firebending abilities.

Still you had tried. Tried to talk to him, make him see the evil he and the rest of the Fire Nation had been doing. But all your words fell on deaf ears, and you were beginning to give up. Perhaps you should give up. Perhaps you should refocus your attention towards more meaningful projects.

Such as helping the new Fire Lord rebuild the Fire Nation. A daunting task for one so young such as yourself and the Fire Lord. And yet, one you were willing to tackles and would see to succession.

Surely it was much easier to achieve world peace then to connect with your father once more.

All of a sudden you felt someone rest a hand on your shoulder. Startled you looked up, only to catch sight of a familiar figure standing there.

"Hello Zuko." You spoke lowly in greeting, tilting your head back so you could look at him properly. It was still strange to see Zuko back in the Fire Nation Palace. After having been gone for so long.

You had barely seen him over the years, since his father had banished him. There was the odd run-in when he would dock where your father would be stationed, and you would take the time to speak with your friend.

Of course that was all a ruse to hide your true purpose.

A source of information to General Iroh, esteemed member of the White Lotus. Your mother had been a member, one of the few females to hold the title. And while you had never been closer to your father, your mother was a different story.

When she had died of a sudden illness, you had vowed to keep carrying out her mission and provide information to the White Lotus. You hoped your news had helped save lives.

It was the least you could do considering how the other people of your nation treated everyone so cruelly.

Once the war had ended, General Iroh had advised Zuko to appoint you as a member of his Council. You had agreed to his offer, saying you wanted to help him rebuild the world. And during those first few months, your long-lost friendship with Zuko had ignited once more.

In front of the rest of the Council, the Elders, and anyone of prominence, you were Fire Lord Zuko and Chief Advisor Y/n. But once duties were done for the day, you were simply Y/n, and he was Zuko. You had worried that things would be different between the both of you now that Zuko was Fire Lord, however, it seemed he was still the same old Zuko, the one you had played with in the palace gardens as a child.

"Did you go to see your father again?" He asked, sitting down next to you. You sighed and gave a nod. Reaching up you ran a hand through your unruly hair. You had unpinned it before going to see your father. Less chance of people recognizing you when you had your hair down.

"And still no progress." You responded to which he nodded in understanding. "I'm having the same trouble as you are. Father won't give up Mom's location." The despair in his voice caused you to forget about your own pain momentarily. It would still be there to be wallowed in after you figured out a solution to Zuko's problem.

"Need me to go in there and extract the information from him?" You held out your palm to allow a small fire to erupt between your fingers and allowing it to flicker there. "Fire is an excellent form of torture."

He knew you were only joking, which was why he only shook his head at you before reaching out to engulf his hand with yours, putting the flame out. "I think he will tell me eventually. But for now, let him stay where he is."

You hummed in agreement. "Let them both stay where they are. I mean we're both amazing children to even want to speak to them after what they did to us." While Zuko had suffered physically at the hands of his father, you had been subjected to mental and emotional torture while living with your father. The man had never once said a kind word to you. And you would've been happy never visiting him again, but Iroh had been the one to urge you to speak with your father.

To try and make amends.

"Do you think our father's were born bad or that it was because of circumstances that they turned out the way they did?" You asked, allowing your body to relax against his as you leaned your head on Zuko's shoulder.

Thank goodness the both of your had removed the uncomfortable armor for the day.

"I believe they were both given a choice, and they picked the wrong one." He shrugged. "Or perhaps they thought they picked the right choice because it would benefit them. But then again, it does make them selfish doesn't it?"

You heaved a deep sigh and nodded. "Well I suppose it is a good thing the both of us have each other to get through this." Perhaps trying to look on the opposite spectrum would give you the little pick me up that you needed. His hand, which was still holding yours, squeezed your fingers a little, as he hummed in agreement.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, Zuko finally spoke. "I'm glad I have you by my side Y/n. Its made things easier for me here." Being back here still felt strange. He had spent so many years traveling that being inside the palace was a little unnerving to him. But somehow, your presence seemed to make things easier for him. And not just the Council. You were always listening and observing even if Zuko wasn't, and you would always fill him in if he missed something.

And as for you? You were just happy you had your best friend back.

Though Iroh had suggested that the both of you take a step further when it came to your friendship.

Crazy old man.

"You know I sent my own sources out. To try and fine your mother." You admitted to which he gave you a surprised look. You smiled at him. "What? Did you think I wouldn't look for Lady Ursa once I heard she was alive? I recall being her favorite at times when you did something she did not approve of."

It had been a soft of playful rivalry between the two of you, to see who would be pronounced as the favorite of the day. Lady Ursa had become something of a surrogate mother to you during the years of your mother's sickness. Sometimes you missed her just as much as you missed your own mother.

Zuko's answering smile was soft and adoring as he leaned his forehead against yours. "Thank you Y/n." You smiled, leaning into his embrace, enjoying the way his hand fit into yours, and how the very scent of him had you calming down.

"Thats what friends are for." He pulled back only to raise an eyebrow at your words and the teasing glint in your eyes.

"You do remember our status has changed since the marriage was arranged?" He asked, prompting you to shrug.

"So? Doesn't mean our friendship has to be effected. You're still that annoying boy I met when I first came here." You reached up to playfully muss his already disheveled hair. He playfully batted your hand away, grabbing your wrists to stop you, he pinned you with a look.

"But it does mean I can do this." A quick peck on the lips, followed by one of each cheeks, which had you feeling a little flustered. "An added bonus to our already established relationship." You declared, grinning at him, all your previous worries forgotten.

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[givemea-dam-break]

heart's fury - chapter one

book one: hope "the distant light"

in which hope blossoms.

pairing: zuko x (fem) reader

a/n: chapter one is here! if you're just finding this part randomly, know that there is a prologue that i would recommend reading just for a little background, but it is not necessary! it can be found on the masterlist below, or at the bottom of this chapter! i hope you enjoy!

warnings: none

words: 1.4K heart's fury masterlist

Bright lights were never a good sign.

Bright lights meant danger. They meant something new. They meant -

“Finally.”

(y/n) turned her gaze from the beam of blue miles and miles ahead to the prince standing just a few feet away. His expression, which usually displayed nothing more than frustration or displeasure, had moulded into something she recognised far too well - hunger . Eyes bright and murderous, hands fisted by his sides as if ready to attack at that very moment, Prince Zuko felt as though he had found exactly what he was looking for.

And though most strange encounters led to there being no Avatar, only disappointment, she couldn’t help but feel sick this time.

“Uncle, do you realise what this means?”

Iroh, sitting at a low table decorated with pieces for his favourite game, Pai Sho, said “I won’t get to finish my game?”

“It means my search is about to come to an end,” Zuko announced. 

He stared at that beam of light as if it held the power of the entire world and, though she didn’t want to believe it, (y/n) had an inkling that it did. Every place they had gone before this in their pointless search had only ever been discovered by chance, or had been home to various Air Nomads a century before - the extinct people from which the Avatar was part of. Nothing like this had ever happened. She wanted to believe that it was the magic of spirits, or perhaps a rogue waterbender that made the sun reflect off the water, but she knew in her heart and her gut that it wasn’t.

Iroh only sighed, placing another piece down on the table. How he could play alone was something (y/n) would never understand, but something she had never questioned.

Zuko turned to face his uncle once again. “That light came from an incredibly powerful source. It has to be him!”

The bright light faded, leaving only the clouds in the sky.

“Or it’s just the celestial lights,” said Iroh. “We’ve been down this road before, Prince Zuko. I don’t want you to get too excited over nothing. Please sit. Why don’t you enjoy a cup of calming jasmine tea?”

“I don’t need any calming tea! I need to capture the Avatar! Helmsman, head a course for the light.”

That was the way it had always been. Despite Iroh’s best attempts, Zuko would never listen. And, of course, he would get his way. 

Sitting down across from Iroh, (y/n) offered him a small smile. “I’ll have some tea if you don’t mind.”

She could hear Prince Zuko scoff behind her before trudging rather loudly to the bow of the ship, but she paid no mind. Over the years, she had learned many ways to ignore the prince’s attitude yet, still, it took far more effort than it was worth to tolerate his presence. She had never wanted to be on this stupid quest for honour in the first place, much less with him.

“What is on your mind?” Iroh asked as he handed her the tea. 

The cup warmed her hands, which felt like they were becoming solid blocks of ice. Perhaps, in time, she may become an iceberg floating in the southern sea. It sounded like a better fate than being stuck on this ship for much longer. But, even so, she had a duty to fulfil. A duty to not only her parents but to the world.

“I can’t help but feel as though he’s right,” she uttered.

Iroh gave her a quizzical look. “My dear, of course, he needs some jasmine tea! Whatever are you on about?”

She fought the urge to laugh. “About the Avatar, I mean. Something’s telling me that the source of light… it was him.”

“I am merely on this journey to protect my nephew and make sure he doesn’t get himself killed,” Iroh said. Then, his voice dropped to nothing more than a whisper. “I am not here to capture the Avatar. If there came a chance that Prince Zuko did manage to capture him…”

The words went unsaid, but she understood them all the same. If the Avatar was caught, she would have to set him free. 

Iroh was wiser than most. He understood the intricacies of the world better than anyone (y/n) had ever met, and he was by far one of the strongest firebenders in decades. He realised how important balance was for the world - how having a world ruled by a tyrant like Ozai could destroy everything they held dear. If there was anyone she was glad to have in her corner, it was him.

But, in the long run, he would not be able to save her if she was caught.

The day passed slowly, slower than many before, but perhaps that was because of Zuko’s anticipation. He barked orders at the soldiers every chance he got. Demanded the ship sail faster as if firebenders could do anything about that. There was a slight reprieve; after all, his focus was solely on reaching the Avatar rather than spending his time being an ungrateful, brooding prince who wanted the world handed to him on a silver platter. Or his honour. She wasn’t quite sure which he would rather.

It wasn’t until the evening that she shared her first words with Zuko that day.

They didn’t talk often. Despite being the same age, (y/n) could not imagine that they had an awful lot in common and, well, his temper wasn’t exactly ideal, so she opted to just exist in the same space as him. It was plenty enough for Zuko. They hadn’t been friends growing up, merely children who played in the same vicinity.

Sometimes, she wished she had known him as a child when his mother was still around. Ursa had been a kindhearted woman, and while she lived in the palace, (y/n) had only ever heard good things about the prince. It was beyond her station to befriend him, but, even still, she much would’ve preferred his company over the perpetually angry boy she had to spend every day with, now.

For the sake of her mission, she pretended to tolerate him, to listen and obey as a member of nobility should. Inside, she seethed.

But, seeing him stand silently on the balcony of the ship’s tower, she could almost see that boy again. The one with a spark in his eye - for the entirely wrong reason, but even still, it was better than his usual look. It was a hopeful spark, full of ambition and purpose, and, for a short moment, she could feel her anger fade away. He was just a boy, wronged by his father, proving he was capable of being loved.

Then his gaze found hers, and all notions of sympathy ebbed away like ice in a stormy sea.

“What do you want?” was all he said.

(y/n) wrapped her robe around her body tightly as she stepped out onto the balcony, staring out at the evening sky. Slowly, so slowly, navy blue seeped into an inky black, speckled with sparkling stars. Stars like she had never seen in the Fire Nation Capital. She wondered if stars had always looked like this.

“It’s late, Prince Zuko,” she said, offering a small bow. “You should get some sleep.”

The prince all but scoffed. “I’ll sleep when I have the Avatar in chains.”

Was it wrong for her to want to strangle him? Her father, bless his soul, would be mortified at the mere thought, but her mother would’ve smiled at her in that unique way of hers, with her jade eyes crinkling and her cheeks becoming rosy. The way that said all the words she would never dare utter.

“Do you really believe you can capture him?” she asked. “I mean, your father and your grandfather tried. Neither succeeded.”

“That’s because their honour didn’t hinge on his capture.” Zuko’s voice was tight and as sharp as a blade. She’d have to be careful not to push her luck. “I will defeat the Avatar.”

She wasn’t sure what to say to that. 

“I’m going to bed,” she decided. “I’ll see you in the morning, my prince.”

<- prologue chapter two ->

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[iidigestive-readerii]

Got this comment on Midnight Talks and Morning Chats!!!

Yeee!!! Suki is my absolute favorite character in the Avatar universe and I'm so glad this fic is finally getting the notice! She is the best and so under utilized by the fandom and creators.

We need more Suki or we riot!!! 😏

Also, why does she have red hair and why is she almost always in fire nation attire even after the war??? Hmm??? We need answers!!!

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