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choerrypuffs · 5 years ago

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the element of power.

pairing: firebender!renjun x avatar!reader

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 5.4k

author’s note: renjun’s chapter to my 00 line x avatar series! i’ve gotten such kind feedback so far and i want you guys to know that your messages never fail to brighten my day and make me smile :’)))) thank you so so so so so much!!! 💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

warning(s): abuse, suggestive content

additional: check out the art that the lovely and EXTREMELY talented steph ( @aqiaquas ) did for this fic here!

There’s just something about the Fire Nation that unsettles you.

Perhaps it’s because you’re from the Water Tribe, making you their (literal) polar opposite. Or because you’re sticking out like a sore thumb with your blue garb in a sea of red. Or the fact that they’re all staring at you and whispering amongst each other. It also doesn’t help that you’re being escorted by soldiers. Whatever the case may be, you just want to get this over with.

You’re on your way to see the Fire Lord, who had his elite palace guards pick you up immediately upon your arrival. Most people would just see it as a courteous gesture, but Fire Lord Yoo is not a hospitable man. This is clearly a warning, though you’re not really sure what for. You may be the Avatar, but even you couldn’t take on the entire Fire Nation alone.

Honestly, you feel more like a prisoner heading for execution than an esteemed guest.

The royal palace is exactly as you had imagined it. Tall, grand, and intimidating: the epitome of what the Fire Nation stands for. It looms over you like an ominous presence, and you’re almost a little scared to step foot inside. You don’t realize you’ve stopped in your tracks until one of the guards clears his throat and gives you a small nudge with his elbow.

Gulping, you begin to walk forward again. The entrance is manned by more guards and two giant red doors branded with the Fire Nation insignia in pure gold. The guards escorting you nod at the guards by the doors, communicating only by expressions. Nobody says a word to you as the doors slowly begin opening, making you flinch at the sudden noise.

You expect to see a palace bustling with life, with various staff running around, but it’s completely deserted. The inside is eerier—pitch black corridors lit only by a couple of torches. Every step you take echoes in the hollow interior and it feels like someone is following you.

The throne room is the most nerve-wracking of all. Surprisingly, there’s actual people in it (which only makes things worse). About six or seven men clad in military uniforms sit ram-rod straight around a long, rectangular mahogany table. It looks like some sort of ritual is happening, and you nearly yelp when all of them turn to look at you at the same exact time. Their expressions are neutral and that scares you even more.

“Avatar Y/N.”

A loud, booming voice not coming from any of the men in front of you announces. Glancing up, you see a shadowy figure sitting upon a dais behind a wall of fire. You can tell by the sheer authority radiating off his silhouette alone that he is Fire Lord Yoo. A war hero known for his ruthlessness, he was a boogeyman of sorts to you when you were a child. Your mother would tell you stories of him to scare you into doing your chores and that trauma seems to still be ingrained into your psyche because you feel yourself trembling.

“Welcome to the royal palace,” Fire Lord Yoo continues, “the Fire Nation is honored to have you.”

“The honor is mine, Fire Lord Yoo,” you quickly say, bowing your head.

“Your reputation precedes you,” he muses.

Yours too, you think wryly.

“Some are hailing you to be the strongest Avatar since Wan, the first.”

“Nothing but frivolous rumors,” you say, shaking your head. “I haven’t even mastered all of the elements yet.”

“That’s more impressive, no? To already have such rumors when you’ve barely mastered two out of the four,” he shoots back.

“You think too highly of me, Your Majesty,” you awkwardly say, not really sure how to respond.

“I suppose we shall see.”

There’s something foreboding about his words, and it makes your blood run cold.

“But I digress. Let us discuss your firebending tutelage,” Fire Lord Yoo finally moves on after watching you squirm for a couple of seconds. “General Huang Renjun of the Fire Nation Navy will be your teacher.”

The youngest one, by at least a few decades, at the table stands up. Even with that nasty scowl on his face, Renjun’s beauty shines. His features are delicate, like a prince, and you would have never believed that he was the fearsome general of the navy. Though the way he’s glaring at you is just a tad frightening.

“Hi,” you say dumbly, giving him a small wave.

Renjun gives you a curt nod, barely even looking at you, before sitting back down.

Rude, you think to yourself.

“Your training will begin tomorrow. For now, the maids will lead you to your quarters so you may rest,” Fire Lord Yoo explains.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” you say, quickly bowing again.

A handful of maids begin to usher you away and though you can’t see Fire Lord Yoo, you feel his gaze (even through the wall of fire) linger on your back. .

It seems your stay here is going to be worse than you’d imagined.

Despite the fact that you felt like someone was going to come into your room and murder you at any minute, you sleep like a rock. It takes a rather hard shove from a frazzled maid to wake you. Barely registering what’s happening, you let yourself be manhandled by the maid. Within ten minutes, you’re dressed and somewhat alert. She leads you by the hand down a corridor, clearly in a rush. She’s mumbling to herself, but you can’t make out what she’s saying, though she does sound pretty scared.

“Is something wrong?” you finally ask.

“No, I—it’s just that General Huang hates tardiness, and we are about five minutes late.”

“Five minutes isn’t that bad. I’m sure he’ll understand,” you shrug.

The maid turns and gives you a pointed look. “You have not met General Huang.”

“Well, he sounds like a bit of a hardass,” you say wryly.

Shushing you furiously, she looks around as if Renjun is going to be right behind her. “Mind your words, Avatar Y/N. Someone is always listening.”

What she says slightly terrifies you, but you’re not about to tell her that.

When you finally arrive at the training room, the maid bolts. Dumbfounded, you watch her scurry off and awkwardly stand at the entrance, unsure of what to do. Just as you raise your hand to knock, the doors suddenly open. You let out a small squeak as an extremely angry Renjun glares down at you. The height difference between the two of you isn’t that large but you feel tiny underneath his intense stare.

Now you know why the maid abandoned you.

“You’re late,” Renjun says, scowling.

“S-Sorry,” you mumble.

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to be on time,” he snaps, stepping aside. “Aren’t you going to come in?”

Every rational fiber of your body is telling you to bite your tongue as you stiffly walk past him, but you just can’t. Whirling on your heels, you turn and look him directly in the eyes. “There’s no need to be so cross, general. It was an honest mistake, and I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. Besides, it’s only five minutes.”

Renjun’s dark eyes narrow, flashing dangerously. “Perhaps punctuality is not as strong a value in the Water Tribe, but we do not take it lightly here.”

“What did you just say?” you demand, temper finally bubbling over.

“I said that the Water Tribe needs to teach their benders to be on time,” he taunts.

“Leave the Water Tribe out of this,” you hiss, “Your qualms are with me.”

“Are you not a waterbender?”

“No, I’m the Avatar.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Renjun raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe not, but I’ve been trying to treat you with respect and I deserve the same from you,” you say through grit teeth.

“You’ll get my respect when you’ve earned it,” he sneers.

You’re so angry that you begin to shake like a wet dog, unable to form a verbal response. Instead, you contemplate drowning him in the palace’s toilet. However, Renjun isn’t bothered by your murderous glaring as he brushes past you.

Rolling his sleeves up, he walks toward the center of the room and waits for you to join him. “Now then, let’s get this over with.”

Reluctantly, you skulk over to him and cross your arms. Despite how despicable Renjun is, it is extremely hard to ignore his beauty. He’s clearly put in the bare minimum—mussed black hair, simple long-sleeved shirt, and linen trousers—yet even you can’t help but admire him for just a moment. Then, he shatters the mirage by opening his mouth.

“I’m only going to do this once, so pay attention.”

Renjun takes his stance, left leg bent and right leg straight out behind him. Inhaling deeply, he delivers a swift punch in the air. You don’t even have time to register the dangerously close fireball that whizzes past your face. All you can feel is the lingering hot air against your cheek. Some of your baby hairs have been charred too.

“Arrogant son of a bitch,” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself in time.

His eyes widen slightly at the insult, and you brace yourself for some sort of retaliation but it never comes. To your utter shock, he’s smirking, as if your words are amusing to him. “Your turn.”

Smoothing your hair down and tucking it behind your ear, you shoot him another dirty look before taking the stance he showed you. Squeezing your eyes shut and imagining Renjun’s face right in front of you, you punch the air as hard as you can.

Judging by the total silence that follows, you’re guessing you weren’t that successful. When you open your eyes again, he has his arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “So...did I do it?”

“What do you think?” he asks, tilting his head.

You sigh, lowering your fist. “Damn.”

“For starters, you could keep your eyes open. How are you going to know where to aim when you can’t see your opponent?” Renjun shakes his head. “Your form is sloppy too.”

Reaching down for your hand, he balls it back into a fist and yanks it toward him. Gasping at the sudden force, you stumble forward and faceplant directly into his chest. He smells like cinnamon and soap, and it’s making your head swim. Dazed, you slightly step back, trying to regain your balance. “Wh-What the hell was that for?”

“I was trying to show you the proper form, but your foundation is so weak that you let me pull you around like a ragdoll,” he scoffs.

Your head shoots up so you can give him a piece of your mind, but your words die inside your throat when you realize how close his face is to yours. There’s virtually no space between your bodies, despite the fact that you thought you had stepped away a considerable amount. You can feel the heat radiating from him and the rise and fall of his chest against your own. It surprises you just how much power you can sense in him. Chi courses through his veins almost more than his blood, and it pulls you toward him like a magnet. Huang Renjun is a live wire, ready to blow at any moment.

He’s watching you carefully, waiting for a response. His eyes are pools of molten gold that you find easy to get lost in. You don’t notice his hand is still holding your fist until he lets go, and you mourn the loss of warmth. Clearing his throat, Renjun takes a step back—a light pink dusted across his cheeks. Now that there’s finally a substantial amount of space between you and him, you snap out of your haze.

“Jerk,” you mumble weakly, too wobbly in the knees to snap back.

“Again,” he orders, crossing his arms.

Renjun makes you practice the same drill for the next hour, until you’ve got it down perfectly. Your entire body aches just from that one simple move, but you’re definitely not going to tell him that. You had always assumed firebending was simply pure aggression and brute strength. Oh, how wrong you were. Firebending requires control of every muscle in your body; it’s a delicate balance.

Despite your attempt to hide it, Renjun notices your exhaustion. Instead of taunting you like you were expecting, he gives you a five minute water break. Your fatigue trumps your pride, and you plop to the ground without a single word. He tosses you a canteen, and you don’t hesitate gulping the water down.

“Pace yourself,” he says, almost kindly.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, it finally occurs to you how much of a mess you must look like right now. Flushed cheeks, ponytail falling apart, and chunks of hair matted to your neck with sweat.

No wonder why he gave you a break.

You’re not sure what possesses you to say this because you still think Huang Renjun is a total asshole that doesn’t deserve anything from you, but the words are spilling out before you can stop yourself—

“Thank you.”

He’s equally as shocked as you are when he hears you say it. Coughing, he fidgets slightly and mumbles in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard:

“You’re welcome.”

You don’t even have time to register his words because the doors are thrown open, making Renjun flinch and you almost spit out your water. Two frantic-looking soldiers rush in, sweating and out of breath. “General Huang!”

Renjun’s brows draw together in concern, but he stays calm as he walks to the men. “Breathe for a second, and then tell me what’s wrong.”

His sudden switch in demeanor slightly jars you, and it also kind of pisses you off. Why is he only cranky with you?

“One of our fleets is under attack by a band of pirates, near Crescent Island. They’re requesting immediate backup,” one of the soldiers finally manages to pant out.

Renjun’s face pales. “Did you already notify the other fleets stationed nearby?”

“We did, but the closest one is hours away. You’re the only one you can get to them in time and that’s only by speedboat.”

“Go prepare one for me then,” Renjun orders.

“Yes, General!”

Renjun finally turns to you after they run off. “I have to go.”

“I’ll come with you,” you immediately say.

“Absolutely not,” he snaps, “you’ll only be in the way.”

“Don’t you think having a waterbender with you while you’re out on the ocean would be helpful?” you retort back.

“I thought you were the Avatar, not a waterbender,” he mocks.

“I’m coming with you, and you can’t stop me.” You cross your arms, ignoring him.

“What makes you think I’ll let you get on the boat?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You won’t be able to let me do anything when you’re tossed overboard.”

You and Renjun have a staredown, but he eventually relents because he knows he’s out of his element on this one (pun intended).

“Fine, but stay out of my way,” he warns.

“You stay out of mine.”

Once you two get on the boat, Renjun stops picking a fight with you. In fact, he goes completely silent. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight that his knuckles are white, and his jaw is clenched tightly. You don’t say a word either, knowing that his mind must be a whirlwind of thoughts. Despite your dislike of his personality, you have to acknowledge Renjun as a leader. He didn’t hesitate to jump right into action for his men, even planning to take on an entire band of pirates by himself.

“Why can’t this damn thing go faster?” You hear him curse under his breath.

The lightbulb finally goes off in your head, and you chide yourself for not doing this from the beginning. Turning and walking to the back of the boat, you hold your hands over the water. You create a wave that pushes the boat forward at a much quicker speed, almost using too much strength and falling backward.

“What are you doing?” Renjun calls back to you.

“Making this damn thing go faster,” you answer.

He doesn’t respond.

“What were you saying about me being in your way again?” you muse.

He rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth quirk up.

With your help, the two of you arrive at Crescent Island in no time. You can hear loud explosions and yelling in the distance. It’s not long before you see two battered ships in the middle of all the chaos. One of them has a tattered Fire Nation flag on it, so you direct the boat toward it. Renjun is already at the very front of the boat, ready to jump onto the Fire Nation ship.

You’re not far behind him as you two jump over the railing of the ship, abandoning the speedboat for now. Fire Nation soldiers are wildly running around; some trying to take cover, some trying to fight back. There is absolutely no hierarchy of command, which means the attack clearly blindsided them.

“Stay here!” Renjun yells over all the noise.

“Wha—”

“The soldiers don’t know who you are! They’ll think you’re an enemy, so just stay put!”

He doesn’t wait for you to argue with him, running in the opposite direction as he barks orders at soldiers he passes. You’re about to follow him anyway, but you nearly get killed by a stray fireball. The pirate ship has a squadron of benders lobbing fireballs at the Fire Nation ship like cannons.

Chewing on your lip, you decide you have to do something about the pirate ship for order to be restored on the Fire Nation ship. Taking a deep breath, you lift your hands up, palms facing out. Conjuring up the biggest tidal wave you can muster, you push your hands forward. The wave is bigger than the actual ship, and you capsize it.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you dust your hands off as you watch the pirate ship sink. However, you don’t get to relish in your work because there’s another loud explosion. It’s coming from the front of the Fire Nation ship, and it was strong enough to rock the entire vessel.

When you arrive at the scene, you see a standoff between Renjun and his soldiers and a handful of pirates that were already on the Fire Nation ship before you sank theirs. They appear to have stopped attacking each other, since they just now realized you capsized the pirate ship.

“It’s over,” you announce, “Your ship has been destroyed. Surrender now while I’m feeling nice.”

“You did that?” Renjun gawks.

“What do you think?” you echo, tilting your head.

His eyes sparkle as he breaks out into a full-on grin. You feel your breath hitch slightly—

But your moment is quickly ruined when the remaining pirates let out strangled cries, seemingly refusing to go down without a fight. They begin hurtling fireballs blindly, trying to use up as much of their power as possible.

You’re not in their main line of fire, so you manage to dodge pretty easily, but the other soldiers aren’t as lucky. Since they were in a military formation, they’re much more compacted together, thus making them as easy target. Renjun does his best to redirect as many fireballs as possible, but there are just too many. You quickly trap the berserk pirates in a ball of water, freezing it, then letting it fall onto the ship like a giant boulder.

However, you’re not fast enough.

You hear one of the soldiers cry out. Whirling around, you see Renjun slumped over another soldier—clearly having taken a hit for him. He’s unconscious (which is for the better), face pallor and sweat collecting on his forehead. His shirt has a charred hole in it, and the smell of burning flesh hits you all at once. Renjun’s side is scorched; his skin almost black from how bad the burn is.

Everything becomes fuzzy after that. You run toward Renjun, nearly falling onto him because of your momentum. Pulling just enough water from a soldier’s canteen to cover the wound, you try your best to at least keep the bacteria out with the limited healing abilities you have. You scream at a soldier to find the speedboat you and Renjun came here on.

When he does and pulls it over to the side of the ship you’re on, you freeze the water on Renjun’s wound—a makeshift bandage for now. You lower him onto the boat with a stretcher made out of water.

“Backup is on the way for you guys. I’m taking General Huang back to the palace,” you explain, turning back to the men. Looking around, you point at the most reliable-looking soldier. “Hey, you.”

He straightens up. “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re in charge. Have a plan of defense in case there are more pirates. This ship won’t be able to withstand many more attacks until backup shows up, got it?”

“Understood, ma’am!” He salutes. “But, um...who are you?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

With that, you hop onto the speedboat and drive away.

After creating the wave that capsized the pirate ship, you knew that you didn’t have long until your chi was completely exhausted. Your body is protesting profusely as you continue to use waves to make the speedboat go faster. There are black dots in your vision, and you keep losing your balance. Gritting your teeth, you make the waves even stronger.

When you finally get to the dock, you barely have enough energy to stand up, but you put Renjun on your back and you stumble toward the gates of the palace. Your limbs feel like jelly at this point, but you trek on.

The guards manning the entrance of the palace notice you from a distance and rush over when they see Renjun. You collapse onto the ground when you see them coming. One of them picks up Renjun, while the other picks you up.

“Medic,” you mumble continuously. “Medic, he needs a medic, medic, medic...”

The guard carrying you says something, but it sounds like you’re underwater and you can’t hear a single word.

“Medic,” you say again.

Then everything goes black.

You’re not sure if you’re awake or still dreaming because of how dark the room is. You feel sore and achey to your fingertips, and blinking even hurts. You suppose pain means you’re conscious. You lay in the darkness for a little longer, trying to piece together everything that happened before. You’re not sure how long you’ve been asleep, but it feels like years.

Get up. If you’re late again, Renjun’s going to kill you.

Renjun.

Gasping, you are out of bed and your room in an instant. You dash down the corridor in your nightdress, looking around for anyone to give you information. Luckily for you, the maid that abandoned you the other day is headed right in your direction with a stack of laundry. Judging by the blue, it’s your clothes, but you don’t particularly care at the moment.

“Where’s General Huang?” you ask, grabbing her by the arms.

“Avatar Y/N, you need to be rest—”

“Nevermind that! Where is he?”

“The infirmary, but—”

“Where is that?”

“Avatar Y/N, I really—”

“If you don’t tell me, I’m just going to wander around until I find it.”

She sighs. “Down the hall, on your right.”

You quickly thank her before taking off again. Before you even get to the entrance of the infirmary, you are already able to sense Fire Lord Yoo’s presence. The pure terror and authoritarianism in his aura is enough to stop you in your tracks. The door is ajar, however, so you’re still able to hear them talk.

“Why are your men telling a different story than you are, Renjun?” Fire Lord Yoo asks calmly, but there’s venom in his words. “Did she or did she not single-handedly capsize the ship?”

“She claimed she did, but it’s not possible. There’s no way a mere pacifist waterbender could conjure up a wave large enough to capsize a boat. My men believed her because she’s a good liar, but she can’t fool me,” Renjun says.

“Hm. Very well. I shall take your word for it.”

“Thank you, Fire Lord Yoo.”

“Injured or not, I still expect detailed reports of her progress from you.”

“I understand.”

“Do not fail me again, my son.”

“Yes, Father.”

You don’t sleep that night. You lay in your bed, eyes wide open, until the maid knocks on your door to wake you for training. Sitting up without a word, you don’t miss the surprised look on her face when you get up without protest. You let her dress you in total silence, and you’re in the training room five minutes early.

Renjun arrives shortly after, also shocked that you’re early. His face has a much healthier glow now, and he doesn’t look to be in much pain anymore. You hate that you feel relieved.

“The maid said you were looking for me yesterday. What did you need?” he asks, raising an eyebrow when you don’t initiate a conversation.

“How’s your injury?” you deflect.

“It’s basically gone, just a scar now. We have great healers,” he replies. “I, um, owe you both an apology and a thank you—”

“Can I see it?”

Renjun sighs irritably. “I told you it’s fine—”

While he’s distracted, you walk over to him in two large strides and lift his shirt up. The injury from last time isn’t the only scar he has. His entire chest and torso is covered in them. Jagged, tough ones that you knew hurt like hell. Ones that were purposefully inflicted. And you’d bet that he has more.

Renjun recoils from you, turning away. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Where’d the others come from?” you ask, even though you knew.

“That’s none of your fucking business. What the hell is wrong with you today? You’re acting crazier than usual.”

“I’m trying to buy you time,” you answer simply.

“Can you please say something that actually makes sense?” Renjun scowls.

“I’m going to kill you, and I want to see if you can convince me otherwise.”

There’s a beat of silence as he processes your words.

“Oh? Pray tell, why are you going to kill me?” He smirks, tilting his head.

“Because you’re spying on me and relaying information to the Fire Lord.”

Renjun’s eyes widen and his body stiffens.

“But you lied about me capsizing the boat yesterday, so I’m confused. Therefore, I’m giving you some time before I decide,” you explain. “Let me ask you again. Where’d the others come from?”

He continues staring at you in stunned silence.

“Actually, I’ll re-word the question. Why did your father do that to you?”

The cogs finally fall into place for Renjun. “So you were listening.”

“Yes.”

There’s no longer anger or shock in his features anymore, just defeat and weariness. “When I fail one of my missions, I receive a lash. They are marks of remembrance for soldiers. It signifies incompetence and the oath to never make the same mistake again.”

Your insides twist at how sick this all is. “No, it’s wrong. It’s cruel. Soldiers are not livestock that can be whipped into submission. They’re human beings too. You are his son, the most beloved to him. Or supposed to be.”

“Our loyalty is to the Fire Nation first, not blood.”

“Are you nothing more than sheep? You don’t have any free will of your own? You are your own person first. You have feelings. Those feelings will not always fall in line with your loyalty. There needs to be a line between right and wrong, Renjun. What the Fire Lord is doing to you is wrong. It’s absolutely nauseating,” you plead, stepping closer to him.

“You think I don’t know that?” Renjun whispers harshly. “My mind has been so damn muddy the moment I laid my eyes on you. You’re my mortal enemy. We were taught that fire was superior to the other elements, especially water. Waterbenders were caricatured as weak and feeble, and I believed it. But you weren’t. In fact, you were the opposite: confrontational, stubborn, damn annoying, and strong as hell. And I liked it. You made me question everything I knew. Then, you went and saved my life and made me even more stupefied. I was nothing but a jackass to you, but you still exhausted all your chi for me. When I woke back up, all I could think about was you. Without even realizing, I lied to the Fire Lord. Every fiber of my being wanted to protect you. But I know I shouldn’t have these feelings. You say that I should be able to draw the line, but this—the Fire Nation—is all I know. It’s all I have. Fire Lord Yoo, no matter how cruel, is still my father. What am I supposed to do, Y/N? Tell me.”

“What do you want to do?” you ask softly.

“I want,” he swallowed, eyes flickering to your lips. “you.”

Renjun’s hands cup your face, his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones. He places his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes. “Why aren’t you resisting?”

“Maybe I don’t want to,” you whisper. “Maybe I want this too.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

In an instant, his lips are sealed against yours. Your mouths move together in a desperate, frenzied dance. You whimper when he bites down hard on your lower lip before running his feverish tongue across the indent. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you card your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly. He moans into your mouth, and his hands slide down to your thighs. Renjun picks you up and presses you against the wall, slotting your bodies together perfectly. You begin tugging at his shirt until he finally gets the hint to take it off. You trace your fingers across the scars on his chest.

He leans down and kisses your fingers. “You aren’t disgusted?”

You brush some stray hairs from his face. “Never.”

You promise yourself that you’re going to kiss every scar on his body when you get the chance.

“You can’t stay here,” Renjun murmurs into your hair, running the the back of his hand up and down your bare arm. “I won’t be able to lie to him forever.”

“I know,” you say, burying your head further into his chest. “But where will I go? I need to learn firebending.”

“I have an old friend who lives in Ba Sing Se. His name is Doyoung. He defected from the Fire Nation when we were children and the Earth Kingdom granted him asylum. I used to hate him so much, thought he was a coward and a traitor,” Renjun says wryly. “Turns out he was the smart one.”

“But will he even agree to teach me?”

“You’re rather persistent. I’m sure you’ll be able to convince him,” he laughs.

“Come with me,” you whisper, propping yourself on your arms.

Renjun has never looked more beautiful. His pale skin illuminated by the moonlight as he stares at you like you created the universe.

“You know I can’t,” he says softly, pulling up the blanket that slipped from your bare back. “Get back under the covers, you’ll get cold.”

“Why not?” you ask, slipping back under the blanket and wrapping an arm around his torso.

“I can’t leave my men.”

You already knew what his answer would be, but you wanted to ask anyway. “When I master firebending, I’ll come back for you.”

He smiles, kissing your fingertips. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”

You grab his face, squishing his cheeks together. “Until then, you better not do anything stupid. If you get killed, I’ll revive you and then kill you myself.”

“That does sound pretty terrible.”

“That’s why you have to stay alive.”

“I promise.”

You wished this night would last forever, so you wouldn’t have to say goodbye.

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