#i've known about this au for about ten minutes and i'm already obsessed

[senyoreta-laliot]

something something canon!zuko status was always important to his character in some way but this one said fuck it from the get go so azula can fill his niche in the narrative also imagine the comedic potential of like sokka finally convincing his fabled husband that nobody has ever seen to attend a fancy party this guy shows up with a perfect knowledge of fn aristocracy etiquette is on a hair touching basis with the current firelord & looks reeeally similar to that one portrait of the dearly departed prince zuko may agni carry his flame and wait did he come here on a pirate vessel?? is tHAT THE BLUE SPIRIT MASK-

Copying and pasting the original post tags because they're basically the whole post

HIIIII I love your art sososoosooso much and I finally thought of smth to ask you (you probably already answered this) but how does azula fit into your pirate au???? Like is she just her normal role????DOES SHE BECOME A PIRATE??? I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW (also your art is absolutely beautiful thank you for your service in the zukka community)

THANK YOU SO MUUUCH OMGGG Im so happy to hear you like my art 😭😭😭

and as for azula in the pirate au strap in bc I have many thoughts and they’re mostly a mess lmao. I guess she could get a redemption arc? Sice zuko speedran his own by becoming an outlaw & starting to go against the FN at age 13. Which poses certain interesting plot questions like was she sent to capture the avatar and/or kill zuko bc he was becoming too much of a problem? What is the catalyst of her redemption arc? Does she get to meet the dragons? I think it would be funny (by funny I mean Stressful and Chaotic) to have both her & zuko become aang’s firebending teachers. Sorry aang. The thing I’m basically sure about is that at the end azula doesn’t have a breakdown and becomes firelord, since zuko already gave his station up for a life of sailing the seas & being sokka’s trophy husband

[basiloaks]

{Thalassophile }

 “Thalassophile, a lover of the sea...” Henrik smiled softly as he read the definition to the man resting on the edge of the shore, waves crashing around them both, the other’s smooth, scaled tail wrapping around the German’s waist, pulling the two closer. “Hm, how appropriate...”    

Notes: Happy Mermay everyone! I’ve finally finished up the first chapter of Thalassophile- a Schneeplebro Siren Au! I’ll be trying to have an upload schedule of every Monday if I can get away with it. I’ll probably also be working on a few moodboards and edits to go along with this, so watch out for those too! 

Here’s the link for Ao3!  

Chapter One: Eleutheromania-  (noun) A great desire for or obsession with freedom

The German sighed, pulling his cardigan closer to his chest and shoulders out of instinct as a chill ran down his spine, raindrops falling around the sprawling landscape of rugged cliffs and rocky shores. He shifted in his seat, pushing the mounds of paperwork out of his makeshift lap-desk and removed his smudged glasses in an attempt to rid himself of the headache slowly attacking his brain. He glanced out the water-splattered window, watching the ever-changing scenery with his forehead pressed firmly against the glass, his eyebrows furrowing as he fought off the looming threat of sleep caused by the soothing white noise of rain mixing with the train-lag- the dismal weather only adding growing air of drapetomania flooding the doctor's tired mind.

"Gottverdammt..." he rubbed at the bridge of his nose in frustration, his hands coming up to slide through his slicked back hair as his phone began to ring, cutting through the car's silence. "Hello?"

"Bonjour connard! À quelle distance es-tu?"

Henrik chuckled, his brother's voice giving some type of familiar comfort from the empty loneliness following his person like the plague. "Guten Morgen auch, Dick. To answer your question, I believe I'm about... an hour and thirty minutes out? Why, did you think I wasn't going through with this?"

"Ha! I've known you for most of my teenage years, I totally believe when you say 'hey, I'm uprooting my entire successful life to live in a little, sleepy town in the middle of nowhere' that you mean it," the French-accented voice said with a laugh. 

"Jacques, you are an insufferable little-"

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment! Dépêche-toi déjà ici, j'ai des choses à faire."

"Ich glaube nicht, dass Shawn als "Dinge tun" gilt, aber in Ordnung."

"Henrik!”

"I'm joking! God, relax! Listen, I'll call you back when I'm at the station, alright?"

"You better! Shoot me a text or something - now go, tu me fatigues!"

Henrik smiled as he hung up his cell, placing it securely into one of his old messenger bag pockets, closing his ocean blue eyes to get at least a few minutes of rest.

Hell, maybe moving to Delheim Point was a good idea after all... 

It had been another typical night in Brighton. Despite how it might have seemed the hospital throughout the day was relatively quiet, he physician even had enough of a break mid-day to swing by the cafeteria with some of his colleagues for a least a cup of lukewarm coffee and a protein bar while he pretended to not see the exasperation in his friend's faces. The drive home itself was quiet as well, partially due to how late it was and the local weather, rain falling onto the city like water dripping from the tap, the lights blurring through fogged car windows and storefront glass. A crappy but admittedly catchy pop song was playing on most of the radio channels, Henrik humming along to the base melody to pass the quiet drive back home. He sighed though, knowing that Clara would most likely already be in bed with how late it currently was...

God did he hate having to work so late, only to slip back home to reheated dinner and his wife’s growing animosity towards his very being, living in a home that seemed on edge every time he stepped through the doorway.

It was around ten twenty-five when he parked in the driveway to the family’s two-story home, soft lighting from his daughter's room and the main living area standing out against the darkness of the night as he sat in the driver's seat of his ford escape. Henrik could practically see Marie waiting for him, sitting on their loveseat as if it were a throne, ready in a heartbeat to dole out her harsh judgments the moment he stepped through their front door. ”Ah, I see the good doctor has finally decided to grace us with his presence,” Marie barked, venom clear in her tone as she spoke from the living room doorway, arms crossed with bright, blood red nails tapping against her toned forearm. Marie moved with dangerous grace across the room like a predator stalking its prey, her husband clearly hearing the clacking of heels against the hardwood floors which sent a chill down his spine. “You’re late... again..” “Clara?”

“She’s already upstairs, waiting for over an hour dear,” the blonde remarked, taking a moment to adjust her appearance. “This is getting ridiculous Henrik, it’s the third night this week you’ve been-”

“M, I can’t help what schedule the hospital assigns me.”

“Ehrlich gesagt, sieht es so aus, als würde es mich interessieren?” She sneered as Henrik sighed, slipping out of his thin jacket and placing it on the coat stand behind. “Listen, I’ve tried to get my schedule switched-”

“Well try harder! Ugh, just… just say goodnight to your daughter, I’ll reheat you some leftovers or something…”  

~

"...Clara? Maus, I know you're still up- oof!" "Pops!" the young girl launched her scrawny self from her lilac sheets, pouncing onto her father as he grabbed her mid-air and swinging her carefully around the girl's bedroom. "You're finally back! Mom said you'd be out for," she thought for a moment before shaking her head, moving on to the next topic for discussion as Henrik tucked her back into bed, a soft smile on his face as Clara snuggled further into the warmth of her sheets. "Mr. Rick was here earlier, momma told me not to say anything though. She said you'd get mad..." "Oh maus," he ruffled her dirty blonde hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead before continuing. "I could never be mad at you, ok? Please don't listen to mother when she says silly things like that... Alright, how about I read you a story! I'm thinking, hm, how about...."

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"Rick was here this afternoon?"

Marie sighed, turning around from the sink to face her clearly tired husband to stare him in the face, contempt explicit in her icy gaze. "Like it concerns you." "You may not like it, but we're still married, Marie." He held up his wedding ring-clad hand, watching in both frustration and desperation as she grabbed her leather jacket off the dining room table, slipping into her curved frame and fixing her bright red lipstick in the mirror. "I'm going out... dinner is warming in the oven. Don't wait up for me." "Marie... Marie! God damn it..." 

“May I have your attention, please.  We are currently approaching our station in Delheim Point, if this is your stop, please begin to collect your belongings. This is also a safety announcement. Due to today’s weather, please take extra care when departing the train and on the station. Surfaces may be slippery.”

“...Excuse me?” Henrik looked up from where he was absentmindedly packing up his things, seeing a young woman nervously standing by the empty seat next to him. “Uh, hi…? Sorry, this is kinda weird but my family is giving me a huge headache, and I was wondering, just for the next few minutes, if I could maybe…” Henrik thought for the moment, stacking and shuffling his papers before nonchalantly stuffing them back into the folder peeking out from his worn leather messenger bag as the woman continued to stand in place, almost falling over herself from the roughness of the rails before steadying with the use of one of the many seat backs. “Feel free to sit down,” he said with a soft, friendly smile, “I understand the pain of dealing with siblings and overbearing families.” “Thanks, thank you so much. God little brothers drive me insane.” “Believe me, I know the feeling,” he said with a chuckle, not realizing till she sat how young the girl was in all actuality, studying up close her young yet sharp feminine features and seemingly anxious attitude. The doctor couldn’t help but see his own daughter in her, the woman looking so much like Clara with her curly dirty blonde mane of hair and bright blue eyes, freckles covering every inch of her nose and cheeks.

“So you’re traveling to Delheim? This might sound kinda stupid, but like, why? There's like, nothing in town.” Henrik blinked, his face almost unreadable until his lips shifted into a small frown. “It’s a long story… And why do you ask?” 

“It’s just, I don’t know, I’ve lived most of my life in Delheim, and there’s nothing really to write home about. Sure, it’s becoming kinda… Ugh, what’s the word, hipsterish? Is that even a word?” “My brother moved a few years ago from Paris, he said I would appreciate the quiet.”

“Well, there’s plenty of it. Oh! Has he told you any of the rumors? Those are like, the only interesting thing Delheim’s got to offer.” She continued when Henrik shook his head no, hands going into overdrive as her confidence increased while rambling on about softly glowing lights in the waters off the coast, remains of sunken ships being washed up onto the shore in pristine condition, sightings of creatures science couldn’t explain... Henrik just scoffed, but in all reality, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the fantasy of the teenager’s stories.

They continued talking till the train pulled into the station, parting as she returned to her family and Henrik began the search for his ride. Despite being only half-siblings, he and Jacques were surprisingly alike, both loving to watch life from a distance- the Frenchman was tucked into the corner of the waiting area, light golden brown hair a mess and clothing rumpled due to dozing off while waiting for his brother’s arrival. The German smiled wickedly, sneaking behind the other’s sleeping form to whisper into his ear in an attempt to wake him up.

“Guten Tag, Schlafmütze…”

“Ahh! Henri, tu baises! I thought I told you to text me when you were close!”

“Check your phone… You didn’t tell me about Delheim’s local mythology! And right off of that series of cliffs close to the house! You’ll have to tell me later when you’re helping me unpack.”

“Like you would let me help you unpack Mr. Control freak,” Jacques said, picking up Henrik’s suitcase and slapping his brother on the back. “More as I entertain you with the local gossip. Now, race you to the car, old man?”

“Jacques? Jacques, slow the fuck down!”

Translations:

Gottverdammt- Goddamn

Bonjour connard! À quelle distance es-tu?- Hello asshole! How far are you?

Guten Morgen auch, Dick- Good morning too, Dick

Dépêche-toi déjà ici, j'ai des choses à faire- Hurry up here already, I have things to do

Ich glaube nicht, dass Shawn als "Dinge tun" gilt, aber in Ordnung- I do not think Shawn is considered "doing things," but okay.

tu me fatigues!- you annoy me!

Ehrlich gesagt, sieht es so aus, als würde es mich interessieren?- Honestly, does it look like I'm interested?

Maus- mouse

Guten Tag, Schlafmütze…- Good morning, sleepyhead.

tu baises!- you fuck!