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[justfirelordizumithings]

[ceruleanbender]

A quick sketch of Bumi showing Iroh his airbending for the first time.

[orangepanic]

You know this happened at least once.

Someone write this fic please.

[firelordsfirelady]

II. Banishment

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess? 

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 2119

Destined to be Yin and Yang

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story. 

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16 

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

See Y/N's inspiration here.

Destined to be Yin and Yang Soundtrack (YouTube)

I had been fearful my first week or so aboard the ship to practice my waterbending. Since I now had no regular practice, I feared losing the knowledge of my element. As the full moon approached, the urge grew strong to waterbend, and I couldn’t stand to deny myself further. I devised a plan to sneak out on the night of the full moon to practice my waterbending.

The night of the full moon, I put my plan into action. Using small amounts of oil to grease the hinges of the door, I silently opened the door and peered into the hall. When silence greeted me for a satisfactory amount of time, I tip toed into the hallway and pressed my ear slightly against the door across from me. Once again, silence greeted me, and I crept away from the room containing the Fire Lord’s son. Sticking to the shadows, I crept through the corridor and peered through the little window of the door. None of the crew was on the deck, so I slipped out of the door.

The cool breeze of the open seas at night greeted me as I leaned against the wall as I faintly picked up the sounds of laughter and drunken shenanigans happening below deck. The crew had settled for the night to relax, and I felt some tension leave my shoulders. With light feet, I crept to the center of the deck and glanced up at the sky. The clouds parted to reveal the moon in all of its beautiful glory as I smiled at the display. Glancing around once more, I was satisfied to see no one else. 

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes as I let the pull to waterbend flow through me. Taking a small stream from the ocean, I water whipped the air over the railing on the other side of the boat. I slid my feet horizontally across the deck as I turned the stream to an ice sculpture before closing my fist to rupture the sculpture I just made. A genuine smile settled on my lips as relief flushed my system. Fighting back a small laugh, I danced with streams of water and ice as I embraced the power of the full moon. A sound from below brought my moment of joy to an end as I returned the water back to the ocean and quickly made my escape to my room. I slid into my bed with a smile on my face.

Closing my eyes, I made a promise to myself: I will be doing that every full moon.

The next morning, I was surprised to see Zuko present at the table for breakfast. I gave a polite nod to Iroh as I sat down at my usual spot and fixed a plate of some eggs then made a cup of tea. Zuko sat at the table quietly eating his own plate of breakfast, but he never looked at or acknowledged my presence. Iroh cleared his throat as he gave Zuko a certain look. The loud clatter of Zuko’s fork roughly hitting the ceramic plate as he let out an annoyed huff.

“Good morning, Princess.” Zuko practically growled as his face twisted in annoyance. My former title didn’t sound well coming from the former prince, so I gave him a soft smile.

“Y/N. You can just call me Y/N.” The young man across from me scuffed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Father cannot seriously expect me to marry someone as improper as you.” The soft smile on my lips wavered slightly at the prince’s harsh words, but I maintained my composure as I looked at Zuko’s scar. It looked fresh, but healing the best it could. Whatever caused the burn must’ve caused serious damage to his eye, and I speculated the wound had caused some problems for his sight; however, I kept my gaze only briefly on the scar as I shifted my gaze back to my eggs.

“Forgive me, Prince Zuko.” Iroh shook his head as I spoke, but the Prince did not look at me as I continued. “I was just trying to--”

“I told you that you won’t distract me from my mission.” Zuko let out in a burst of anger. “I don’t care about whatever you were trying to do. It won’t help me find the Avatar!” My heart sank to the bottom of my chest as I forced myself to take deep, calming breaths. I could feel tears threatening to gather in my eyes, but I excused myself from the table before retreating out of the room.

“Nephew--” I heard Iroh’s voice as I left the room.

“Do not nephew me! I am not wrong! She’s no use to me in finding the avatar.” Zuko’s angry words caused my eyes to burn more. I blinked away the tears in a desperate attempt to clear my blurry vision as I made haste to my bedroom. Once safe in the four walls I shared with no one, I collapsed on the bed and cried into the pillow. 

A series of soft knocks sounded on my door a few hours later. I sighed heavily as I granted permission to whomever was on the other side to enter. The door opened to reveal Iroh standing there holding a tray of hot tea.

“Would you care for some tea?” Iroh had a soft smile on his lips as he spoke in a gentle tone. I closed the book I had been reading as I gave the older man a soft smile.

“Only if it’s jasmine tea.” Iroh let out a belly laugh as he set the tray down on the small end table next to the bed.

“I am glad to have met someone else who has an appreciation for jasmine tea like myself.” His jovial tone immediately set my nerves at ease. “It is also Zuko’s favorite tea as well.” My heart clenched in hurt at the mention of the prince’s name, and Iroh’s eyes softened at me.

“I must apologize for my nephew’s comment earlier.” I looked at Iroh as he continued. “Not that it excuses his behavior, but would you like to know why Zuko was banished?” I raised an eyebrow at the older man with the long beard as he sipped on his cup of jasmine tea.

“Yes. No one on the ship seems to know why he is banished.” I admit quietly. “I’ve been curious since we boarded the boat.” I sipped on the warm liquid of my cup of jasmine tea, and sighed in content as the warmth spread within my chest and down to my stomach. The older man smiled as he took a seat on the small chair in front of the desk. 

“My brother has quite the reputation for military conquest. There is nothing and no one he wouldn’t sacrifice if it meant meeting his ultimate goal—to be the sole ruler of all the nations.” I nodded along as I listened to Iroh. “Zuko—being the next in-line for the throne—was present at this council meeting with Ozai and his generals. They were discussing a plan to invade and attack, but the crew was made of fresh recruits.” Iroh looked out of the window as he continued.

“When Zuko mentioned that the new recruits were not able to handle the task and would die in the battle, the general merely agreed while Ozai said that war comes with sacrifices.” A heavy sigh left the older man, and I felt I knew where this was going. “Zuko challenged the order, and his father said it would need to be settled with Agni Kai.”

I knew a little about the Agni Kai from the book I had just been reading. Even though Zuko was banished at this moment in time, I had wanted to learn more about the Fire Nation and their customs. Agni Kai were traditional firebender duels that occurred when one’s honor was challenged, and they only ended when one opponent burns the other. I felt the color drain from my face as the reality of how the burn got on Zuko’s face dawned on me.

“Zuko was prepared to fight the general, but when my brother stood across from Zuko at the Agni Kai….” Iroh’s voice trailed off as I closed my eyes. 

In my month aboard the ship, I had learned that Zuko was the same age as me. I couldn’t imagine how he felt when his own father challenged him in a battle of honor, nor could I imagine how he felt when his own father burned him. My heart ached for the young man, but I opened my eyes again to look at the older man who watched me with saddened eyes.

“Zuko hesitated one moment in the Agni Kai, and his father burned him for his weakness.” My thoughts briefly moved towards my own father, and how different mine and Zuko’s upbringing had been. My father would never have challenged me to such a fight, nor would he have caused physical harm to me. I couldn’t imagine what he endured as a child, nor the pain he must feel now. “His father exiled him and told him the only way to restore his honor is to return with the avatar.” Iroh and I exchanged knowing expressions. 

“What a cruel punishment.” I spoke without thought, which caused Iroh to chuckle. “Forgive me. I spoke without care.”

“Oh no.” Iroh smiled at me. “It is quite alright. I fear that I share similar thoughts.” His eyes softened at me. “Forgive me, my dear, for it appears that you too have been unfairly punished by this situation as well.” I shifted my gaze down to my hands as I fiddled with the empty cup.

“I had no clue what was happening the day I was told that I was to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son.” I started off in a low voice. “Mother and Father looked hesitant to tell me what terms the Fire Lord had accepted for peace.” 

“I barely had time that morning to say goodbye to everyone before I was rushed away to the ship and on my way to the Fire Nation.” My eyes blinked away tears as I recalled my parents’ somber expressions as I left, and I let out a humorless laugh. “I honestly had no idea what awaited me when the ship docked that day.”

“Part of me wondered—based on the stories they’ve told of the Fire Nation—if I was even going to be alive once I set foot on Fire Nation soil.” I played with a strand of my hair that dangled into my lap. “Lord Ozai said only to follow him, or I’d miss my boat.” Looking up at Iroh, I found more sadness in his eyes.

“I was so relieved to not be dead upon arrival, but I had a new fear that I wouldn’t survive three seconds on the boat.” I gave a small smile at the memory. “I am glad that my fears were just that—fears. I couldn’t imagine what Zuko must be feeling or what he’s thinking about.” 

“You are far wiser than most adults are:” Iroh said with a smile. “The Prince does not yet know how lucky he is.” My cheeks felt hot at the comment, but I shrugged away my embarrassment. 

“Mother and Father always told me to never judge someone before you get to know their story, and to always try your best to show kindness to strangers.” I shrugged as I looked out of the window in the room. “I was to be a ruler one day, and I wanted nothing more than to be a kind ruler like my father.” Shaking my head, I looked at Iroh. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“You’re welcome.” Iroh nodded. “I know it doesn’t excuse Zuko’s behavior—“

“No, but it does help me understand this situation a bit more.” A sad smile found its place on my lips as Iroh gathered his tea tray. “Thank you for the tea and conversation. I really enjoyed it.” 

“If you ever need tea, I am always willing to make some.” He sent a small wink my way before he left, closing the door behind him. 

As I sat in the silence of my room, I felt a heavy feeling sink in my chest. The Fire Lord probably sought out the engagement as a source of embarrassment to place upon his son—as if he hadn’t been embarrassed enough. Instead of wallowing in self pity, a new idea slowly crept into my head, and I smiled at the thought.

I need to speak with the cooks.

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[five-flavor-soup]

The funniest bit of the entire Fire Nation royal family is how stupid some of their decision are, yet somehow they keep working out in their favour?? Like Sozin loses his boyfriend (the Avatar. The one who keeps the balance) by suggesting the Fire Nation goes to war, and then the Fire Nation goes to war anyway. Ozai’s nephew dies in a presumably horrific way and he believes that’s a brilliant moment to ask his dad to make him next in line to the throne, and when that backfires, his wife saves him and their kids and he manages to become Firelord anyway. Iroh decides the best place to lie low and start a life outside of the war is to hide in the city he, personally, laid a 600 day siege on and become a renowned tea maker, and this would’ve worked out had his niece not taken over the city. He also wants tea SO BADLY while on the run that he canonically takes his chances on a potentially incredibly deadly plant (it’s the deadly plant) and he survives. Zuko’s numerous Impulsive and Arguably Bad Decisions that Somehow Work Out Anyway compile into a list so long I’d have to add a readmore to this post. Iroh II proceeds to prove he really is Zuko’s grandson and thinks it a good plan to firepunch a bomb, before deciding to take down a whole squad of airplanes by like, figuring out how to fly one as it’s flying and doing some good firebending to destroy the planes, and he somehow manages to make it work.

Azula appears to be the only one in the family who didn’t get the strong version of the “Make Impulsive and Dumb Plans that can Never Work Out but Do Somehow”-gene (thanks to Ursa’s DNA probably) and she still lost, largely because of elements outside of her control. Imagine being the spawn of the family who fosters all of the ‘best’ traits present in the line (resourceful, highly intelligent, physically powerful) and you still lose to the uncle who thought it brilliant to become popular in a city that hates him and the brother whose plans can all be summed up as “fuck around; find out; success”, because you didn’t plan for something that ended up occurring but you couldn’t ever have expected. I, too, would cry.

[eponastory]

I know you most likely already realized this, but I was just thinking about Aang as a father in LOK, and realized something. If Katara ended up with Zuko and eventually had children together, Zuko would likely end up being a better father than Aang. Aang never even met his parents, and only had instructors as parental figures. They're like parents but mostly just in the way that a school teacher would be. But Zuko understands what good parents and what bad parents look like because he knows what his own parents are like. His memories of Ursa and Iroh would be his guide to what you SHOULD do for a child, and Ozai is an example of what you should NOT do. Zuko doesn't have the pressure of repopulating firebenders because firebenders aren't virtually extinct, so there wouldn't be as much (if any) pressure to pay unfairly extra attention to one child over the other. Zuko knows what it's like to be neglected by a parent that's supposed to love because of something you can't control. Aang clearly doesn't, hence why he neglected Bumi and Kya II in the first place. Zuko also has experience with Azula, and would know to recognize any bad signs of sibling jealousy and/or hatred, and put an end to it because he knows what bad sibling dynamics look like.

I feel like he would also be a better husband to Katara. He's not as naive as Aang when it comes to marriage; Zuko has the experience of growing up with two married parents, and would know what not to do. Katara would relax better because the distribution over who watches the kids would be more fair, as Zuko would give them ALL attention. While Aang made Katara jealous from always being around the Air Acolytes (in the comics), I feel like Zuko would not give polite attention to women who are rude to Katara/flirting with him because in the show, Zuko knows exactly how hurtful it feels for a romantic partner to flirt with/give polite attention to people who are obviously pursuers. Imagine being in an alternate dimension where Zutara was the main endgame couple, and we get to see their parental dynamics in LoK. There would probably be a flashback of Katara getting worked up about one of their children, and Zuko would ease her into calming down because he sees a solution that she didn't.

Aang's issues are more than he doesn't know. He is selfish by nature. Selfish parents aren't good parents. I know this for a fact. It's an endless cycle of 'It's your fault' or 'what about how I feel' every time you try to say something. It's not fun, and it's damaging. I can totally see Aang using this behavior as a way to get what he wants. As far as him being naive... yes. He is very naive and doesn't take anything seriously.

Like the war, for instance. He was only there for the last year of it. He wasn't born into the war like Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Toph, and Suki. They aren't naive. They know what war is like. Toph is the same age as Aang, and she is much more mature than he is. He's got this idea that killing anyone is bad, but he is responsible for a lot of deaths. Honestly, he has a kill count from the Fire Nation attack on the NWT, and a lot of people overlook that for some reason. Actually, the show overlooks it because Aang is the Hero, and it's okay if he killed people. So, when all is said and done, all of the things that he does afterward is overlooked too. It's a huge writing flaw with the show. So how does this translate to him as a parent?

It makes him a hypocrite.

Plain and simple.

He's so focused on reviving the Air Nomads that he has little knowledge on what they actually believed. What we are given is a few Taoist, Hindu, and Buddhist proverbs to go off of. Then, it's completely disregarded (disrespected as well) for 'Love'. This 'Love' is actually deep infatuation fueled by jealousy and possessive behavior. Which is actually frowned upon by the three religions mentioned above. It is a 'poison' to the spirit. And disconnects you from being enlightened (I think that is what the proverbs/scriptures are eluding too, if I'm wrong, please do not hesitate to explain, I'm super interested in cultures and eastern religions) or granted a place in Heaven (or their version of it). Letting go of all earthly possessions is common place in most religions. Aang does not do this. But I digress.

So, while there is the Nature vs Nurture aspect of parenting... where Katara does most of the Nurturing because that is how her character is written post-war and LoK. Notice how is said Written. Written by two misogynistic men who stripped her of a lot of her characteristics from the original run of the show. This is the problem. And it's the same with Aang. I can't take him seriously because he doesn't take any of it seriously. Especially with his children. He's not a serious character. He acts like he's serious, but he never really left the 12 year old boy behind to mature. Probably because in his fictional relationship with Katara, she enables him to keep doing what he always does. Which is to not grow. Relationships grow sour when the two people in them do not grow. It's not really about who grew up with parents at that point because it's the current parents that are the ones that should be to blame.

Now on to Headcanon space...

Zutara is a Headcanon ship. Did it almost happen? Oh yes I believe it did because the writing supports it heavily and Bryke's actions post show also scream 'lairs'. Sorry, but I have a pretty good Bullshit metor and Bryke set it off big time by their immature behavior.

But I digress.

Zuko grew up with a Narcissistic Sociopath as a Father and a Mother who was caught in the middle of a choice she was essentially forced to make. Ursa was also forced to forget her own parents never existed after she married Ozai. This is all canon, by the way. Her life before her marriage was great, but then it was taken away so she had nothing left but her morals and beliefs. However, while she loved both of her children, her influence on Zuko is essentially what made him who he is. Ursa didn't get to influence Azula like she did Zuko. Why? Because of Ozai.

Ozai pit his children against each other. This was apparently a Fire Nation Royal Family tradition because it sounds like Azulon did this with Iroh and Ozai as well. This kind of parenting style is abusive to its core. What Ozai did to Zuko isn't neglect... it's straightforward abuse and control. How do you make a child do what you want? You hurt them, or you take something away from them. Ozai both hurt Zuko and took away his home by banishing him. If Zuko wants to go back home, he has to find and capture the Avatar. It's that simple, but at the same time, it's also near impossible.

Flash forward to Canon Zuko and we see he has one child and he is a very loving father. Actually, he's the best father in the show. His experiences with growing up as the not so favorite child has made his choice to have one child easy. Probably because he and his spouse had a less than perfect relationship. This also may have influenced him to be protective of Izumi (as we can see he's still protective over her even at 90 years old) because of the loveless relationship his parents had. It was enough to damage him deeply when it came to relationships. This is likely also why he had trouble with Mai as well.

Headcanon space now...

Zuko loving Katara is what makes the difference here. Love is giving your partner the freedom to make their own choices and support them. As long as there is good communication, trust, and honesty. Something Maiko does not have, by the way. So it stands to reason that even with Nature Vs Nurture in the way of parenting, both win here. I'll tell you why Zuko's relationship with his parents here have no effect on why he would choose to have more children with Katara.

Because if written well, it's a very good relationship between them. We already know they work well as a team. The show gives us this. We know that Zuko absolutely cares about Katara. The show also gives us that. We also know they become lifelong friends. So why do they make great parents?

Because they rely on each other.

It has nothing to do with how they were raised individually, but everything to do with how they support each other narritively. They trust each other to make good decisions together. They rely on being honest with each other. They also communicate with each other. This by itself is the building blocks for a healthy and stable relationship. With that in mind, parenting is easier. There is no need to be afraid of becoming a bad parent because they hold each other accountable. It's a deep relationship. Having multiple children is easier because it is a loving relationship. There's no conflict besides the silly little arguments over simple things that happen all the time. It's just an overall healthy dynamic.

And that is what appeals to Zutarians.

While it was almost canon, I'm glad it isn't because Bryke would definitely not get it right. They tried to make Korra and Mako happen out of spite because they believe Zutara is toxic. It's not. Their children would turn out absolutely fine because Zuko would not change a thing about Katara. It's in the show. He doesn't try to change her because that's not his job. His job in TSR is to let her find closure. He offers it to her because he cares about her. Bottom line.

Anyway, I probably forgot what you said at this point because I just tend to go on and on, but I tried my best to stay on topic... ADHD is both a blessing and a curse.

[deimagines]

Her Falling and Her Legacy *Part 3 ( A ATLA and LOK Imagine)

Been away for so long cuz of college. But I am HERE! and I am not leaving! Part 1/2/

General Iroh II arrives at the Air Temple and Zuko has a dream.

Ba Sing Se

100 AG

Y/N smiles happily that her mooncakes have come out perfectly. It was the first time she had made them, and she was proud of how they turned out. She even gave them a little dragon design on it, circling a jasmine flower.  

She took a careful bite to taste the flavors and smiled.  

“Mmh, not bad!” She says to herself and makes a small plate for her and her roommates. She just wished that Zuko would wake up soon. 

After Zuko released the Avatar’s flying bison, he became sick.  

Iroh said that his aura is changing drastically and was the reason for his illness.  

She sighs in worry but puts on a brave face before placing the plate on the kitchen table.  

Iroh took one and tasted it. A smile was presented on his face. A clear sign that he was happy by the taste. “Incredible! You have outdone yourself, Y/N.”  

“Thank you, Iroh. It’s my first time making these.”  

Zuko entered the room and Iroh presented the mooncakes to him.  

“Look, nephew, Y/N made mooncakes. Try one!”  

Zuko looks at the hopeful gaze on Y/N’s face over his uncle’s shoulder and takes one.  

After taking a bite, he hums lightly. “Pretty good.”  

“Really?” She asked, worry washed away.  

“Yeah. Really good, actually.” He takes another bite.  

“Maybe we should add them to the menu of our tea shop.” Iroh suggested.  

“Okay, but only I get to make them, I don’t want anyone stealing my recipe.”  

“Deal!” Iroh finalizes their ‘business’.  

Northern Air Temple

171 AG

Tenzin watched his pupils, yet again, with frustration.  

It had weeks, but he still has ye tot manage to shape them into the ideal air nomads that he and his grandfather had dreamed of for as long as he can remember. After the close call with the bison herd from getting stolen by animal traffickers, if Kai and the other airbenders hadn’t interfered, he had expected they would at least become more serious about their training. 

He winced as another was hit and out of the spinning paddles. 

Not a lot, but at least a little.  

He sighed once again and continued to watch until one certain pupil caught his attention.  

 At least one of them had expected those expectations.  

“Don’t just stand there, Rookie! Be the leaf!” Meelo orders her as he pointed at the gates with his chest puffed up.  

She looks down at him and then back at the paddle with a steady gaze. She watches as they spin and spin and then something just clicks. 

“A leaf. . . I get it.”  

She took her position and started moving her feet and walked onto the course, eyes closed.  

Tenzin watched in tense, nobody had done it the first time with eyes closed before.  

Yet she did the impossible, and moved like Meelo has instructed, like a leaf. But it wasn’t just dodging, it was like she was dancing. Like the leaf, she redirected any impacts that she stumbled upon her way through the grates and let the wind guide her to safety.  

She finally arrived at the other side, unharmed and lowers of hands together.  

The others looked at her with amazement and envy as whispers broke out. 

“Wow.” 

“She’s amazing.”  

“She makes it look so easy.”  

Bai-La was an incredible pupil. The most attentive, the most graceful and hard-working student that he has ever had the closest joy to have. 

Other than the poor man that he had to demonstrate to shave, Bai-La was the only one who willingly volunteered to have her hair shaved. Technically, she asked for a half-shaved look to not lose all of her hair. He hesitated, but she was the only one who volunteered.  

She passed every test and breathing exercises as well as understanding his lectures and stories, excluding.  

If she kept it up, she would be at the same level as his children and Korra.  

And . . . another thought had haunted his mind ever since he saw her eyes.  

Y/N. The girl who would’ve been the Fire Lady.  

Zuko’s first love.  

Though he was not sure if it was just a coincidence, Bai-La's eyes and face were the exact copy of the girl who would’ve been his aunt.  

Everyone knew the story. How Y/N The Gentle fought and aided future Chief Sokka, his would-be wife, Suki and future Chief of Police Toph to stop Fire Lord Ozai’s invasion.  

Only Y/N was sacrificed for the cause.  

His mother once told him of how broken Zuko was when he heard of the news of his beloved’s demise, but he had to remain strong as he was the next Fire Lord. He managed to find happiness in Mai, but even she knew that she couldn’t compete with the girl who had stolen her husband’s heart, their respect for each other is unreal.  

In fact, the now Fire Lord, name, Izumi was half of Y/N’s name, Y/N Izumi, to honor her in memory.  

Which brings him to another situation. 

“Alright everyone, that’s enough for today. We’ll continue tomorrow after our morning meditation.”  

Most of them sighed in relief and even went on their separate ways in groups or alone. Bai-La jumps done and lands on her feet gracefully.  

As she was about to leave, Tenzin stopped her.  

“Just a moment Bai. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”  

“Yes, Sifu Tenzin?” She looks up at him.  

“Follow me.” He says, and they made their way out of the training grounds.  

They reached one of many balconies of the temple and he took out an envelope from his robes.  

“Here.” He hands it to her. “Letters from your family. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise of bringing them here, but the letter that you sent to them was most helpful.”  

Bai-La smiles gratefully and bows to him. “Thank you. These mean more a lot to me than you can think of.” She opens one and immediately begins to read.  

Tenzin nods. “I’m glad. . . there is something else that I need to bring up.”  

“Yes?” She looks back up at him.  

“As you know by now, our situation with the world leaders have been a little. . . strained with the idea of airbenders being back to society.”  

“You mean President Raiko?”  

Tenzin didn’t reply. “Our first impression was not . . .impressive, per say. Two days from now, General Iroh will come visit by to write a report on our activities and how fair we are doing.”  

“You mean spying?” She teases lightly.  

“Yes.” He couldn’t help but to comply with her humor. “But General Iroh is a good man. The one he’s working above him, however.”  

“No need for more explanations.” She raises her hand to stop him. “But I still have yet to understand what it has to do with me?”  

“Well, other than Kai and my brother, you Bai-La have the greatest potential out of all the other airbenders. In fact, you’ve become a sort of prodigy. Which is why I want you to be a representative of the airbenders once the General arrives to build his report.” 

“I don’t know what to say.” She says in surprise. “I am . . .”  

“Just don’t get it to your head.” Tenzin teases as he places a hand on her shoulder. “You should prepare, the General will be here next week.” 

“Yes, and thank you, Sifu Tenzin.” She bows with her fist connected to her palm.  

He returns it and they began to walk away until Bai notices something. 

“Is that an old oven?”  

Tenzin looks over his shoulder and sees a familiar oven that brought up wonderful memories.  

“Why yes, the air acolytes use it, but they’re a little old fashion these days. I used to make cakes with my father here once, Bumi did not like them.” 

“Were they that bad?”  

A secret smile made its way up to the corners of his mouth. “Not exactly.”  

“Well, then, can I use it? I would love to make some mooncakes or some sweetbread.” She had sparkles in her eyes as she explained. 

Tenzin raises an amused brow. “I don’t see why not. Here, let me show you a recipe my father taught me.” 

*** 

Bumi was happily taking a stroll until something fell from the sky.  

His head was suddenly covered in frosting and cake bits. He shouted at the sky in anger, knowing exactly who was responsible. 

“TENZINNNNN!”  

Tenzin and Bai-La looks down from the balcony and they both laugh. They then bow to each other. 

“Your aim is perfect, my bright pupil.”  

“Thanks, Sifu Tenzin.”  

*** 

The Fire Nation.  

The winds brushed his hair wildly as he stood there in the courtyard where the fountain lay, the exact one from Ba Sing Sae. The one where she took him there by accident.  

Cherry blossom petals suddenly fall from the sky. Where did they come from? He doesn’t know. 

“Zuko.”  

His eyes widened and he slowly turned. The wind blowing through his hair as the owner of the voice that had called out to him was full in his sight.  

There she was.  

Young and beautiful as he remembered.  

Her dress was the one she wore on their first date. 

He felt his youth coming back as he suddenly morphs back into the young lad he used to be when they were still together.  

He ran to the other side of the fountain, where she was and crashes her into a hug. She let out a giggle as he twirls her around until he settles her back to the ground. Her head burry on his chest as he hugs her.

“I missed you.” He whispers into her hair.  

“I missed you, too.” She muffles into his chest.  

“This is another dream. Is it?” His tone of content did not waver.  

“I’m afraid so.” She confesses. “But it’ll be over soon.”  

His hold on her tightened at those words. This dream always ended the same way. He begs her to stay longer, but she always says no.  

“Please. Just a little longer. A minute even.”  

“You don’t understand, Zuko. It will be over soon.”  

He frowns, this was different. He pulls away to look down at her. “What will be over soon?” 

She raises a hand to cup his cheek, her thumb caressing the edge of his scar.  

This was different too.  

But he didn’t care, he leans into the touch and grabs it to kiss the palm of her hand.  

“You’ll see.”  

He suddenly wakes up.  

He sat up and looked at the morning sky from his open window.  

It has been days since he arrived at the Fire Nation to protect Izumi. She was reluctant to take the decision, saying that she didn’t need any protection, but he insisted. She has only heard of Zaheer and the Red Lotus, never seen them of what they are capable of.  

His hands clutched the silk duvet as he imprinted the words of his first beloved. 

It’ll be over soon.  

But what did she mean by that? 

*** 

Bai-La sighs as she wipes the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand after setting the last batch of mooncakes on tray. She smiled at her grandmother’s signature design on the treats as fond memories began to unfold. She looks at the ready mooncakes that were packaged in boxes. At the sight of it, there was enough for a whole fleet. Which was what she was going for.  

Ikki was there too, sitting near the baker on a rail of the balcony munching on a cake that Bai had given her. “Mmh! This is the best mooncake I ever tasted.” She pauses. “Don’t tell my mom I said that.”  

Bai only smiles. “I’m glad you like them! It’s my grandmother’s recipe, never changed and never left eaten without a single crumb behind.”  

Ikki looks at the number of mooncakes. “But why are you making so much? Is there a party? Are we having a party? Is it someone’s birthday?”  

“Nope,” Bai answers quickly to cut off any remaining questions that the little girl has. “These are for the Air Acolytes as a thank you for helping us settling in the temple and for the Fleet of the United Republic of Nations as a welcome present.”  

Ikki looks at the many boxes. “That’s a lot of mooncakes.”  

“Ooh!” Meelo made himself known. “Mooncakes! Score!”  

He was about to touch the ones that were already packed but Bai lightly taps his hand with a wooden spoon. ��Apbububu- No touchy. Those are for the Air Acolytes and our guests tomorrow.”  

Meelo rubs his hand in dismay, but his mood suddenly changed when a plate of mooncakes was in front of his face. 

“These however are for airbenders.” Bai smiled.  

He gladly takes one and takes a bite. His eyes sparkled as his tastebuds sings his mood. “Whoa! It’s like I’ve been taken to Flavor Heaven!”  

He then takes more and more to stuff in his mouth, but Bai pulls that plate away from him as she laughs. “Hey! Save some for the others, Little Sifu.”  

Little Sifu was a nickname she had given him since she started her training, Meelo didn’t seem to mind since the word Sifu is being used directly to him.  

“Alright, since you two are here. Mind helping give these out till’ dinner time? I’ll put in a good dozen of mooncakes for you once we’re done.”  

“You trade in a hard bargain, lady.” Meelo comes by and takes a few boxes with Ikki.  

“But the temple is so big. How are we gonna take these to everyone by dinner? I’ll be tired from all the walking.”  

“Who says anything about walking?”  

Ikki and Meelo shared a look.  

*** 

An air acolyte was done cleaning the windows, when suddenly, he hears the familiar sounds of wind whistles.  

Before he could look behind, three figures passed by him, and he felt something in his hands. He looked down and was surprised to see a white box in his hands with a sweet aroma coming from it.  

He squinted to the culprit that gave him the box and see Bai-La with the airbending children on air scooters with other boxes balanced on the top of their heads.  

“Thanks for your hard work!” Bai shouted.  

The air acolyte raises a brow but opens the box, nonetheless, he takes out a mooncake and smiles to where the benders headed before taking a bite.  

“Mmh!” 

*** 

Like Bai had hoped, they managed to deliver the mooncakes to every acolyte at the Temple by dinner. Some were surprised but mostly happy by the thoughtful treats.  

Everyone finished their meals and the airbenders were surprised by Bai’s mooncakes waiting for them.  

“So, this is what the commotion was about within the acolytes.” Tenzin said as he takes one.  

“I wanted to thank them for helping us settle in the Air Temple.”  

“How thoughtful.” Pema complements as she takes a mooncake as well. She noticed the design and admired it. “What a lovely touch.” 

Bai smiled. “Thank you, it’s my gram-gram's signature.”  

“These are delicious!”  

“I know right!” Ikki was happily eating them.  

Bai sat in her seat as she was being thanked and asked for making mooncakes again from airbenders and acolytes alike. One even asked for the recipe, but she shakes her head.  

“Sorry guys, family secret. My grandmother would haunt me if shared the recipe from outside of the family.”  

The mood in the room changed drastically after hearing the comment.  

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Bai.” Tenzin apologizes. 

The young woman only smiled and shakes her head again. “It is fine, Master Tenzin, it was a long time ago. . .” She fiddles with something that tied around her neck that Ikki seemed to be the only one to notice.  

“What that?”  

Bai pulls it up a bit to show it. It was a half pendant that shined brightly in the light.  

“It’s an heirloom, it belonged to my grandmother once, before she passed away. “  

“Pretty! But where’s the other half?” Ikki tilted her head. 

“I don’t know, my grandmother never really explained it to me.” 

As Bai tries her best explain the mystery, by mere sight of the necklace, Tenzin was suddenly pulled into flashback, a memory that he had almost forgotten.  

When Lord Zuko was telling them the bravery of the only fallen friend during the war.  

Y/N the Gentle.  

The portrait the Fire Nation Palace displays for her honor was made with as much detail as possible, the beautiful smile and kindness showing in her eyes. But what really stuck to young Tenzin the most was the necklace that the young girl was wearing around her neck.  

One that took a similar resemblance to the one that Bai-La has in her hands.  

And if he remembered the tales that Iroh had told him when he became older, Lord Zuko had the intension to marry Y/N after they brought peace to the Four Nations. But that promise was taken away from him when Y/N sacrificed herself to save his uncle and Toph Beifong.  

He frowns at the sight of the necklace as the possibility ran through his mind.  

After dinner, he stood up and announced that he had something to take care of in his study.  

Once there, He rummaged through the bookshelf until he found what he was looking for. He opens it and flips through the pages until he stops at a chapter where the first page shows a picture of the same portrait, he’s seen in the Fire Nation Palace. He takes a small magnifying glass from his desk and moves it around the portrait until it stops to the model’s neck.  

A pendant around the girl’s neck gave him the clue he needed for his question.   

*** 

Tenzin and the acolyte elders watched as General Iroh’s fleet had docked the port on a blimp. The General himself was walking down the ramp and he saluted.  

“Greetings, Tenzin.”  

“General Iroh, it is good to see you.” 

They shake hands.  

“You as well.” 

“I’m sorry you have to be put up with this assignment.”  

“No trouble at all. It’ll be a short visit, but at least me and my men have a time to relax, away from Republic City.”  

“And the President.”  

Iroh smirks. “Especially.”  

They began to walk and catch up, they have not talked since their ordeal with Unalaq. Once they reached the outskirts of the Temple where they were airbenders training on top of the poles. Iroh and Tenzin, and Iroh’s first mate, who was taking reports and writing them down on a clipboard, watched as they all worked through their training, some have fallen but few have managed to stand their ground on top of the poles. 

“As you can see, they have a long way to go until they become proper airbenders.”  

He winces as another pupil falls.  

“Very long. Also, if you have the time, there’s something that I need to discuss with you.”  

“What-” Before Iroh could even finish, a voice call from above. 

“Look out!”  

One of the pupils jumped with a powerful gush of wind by accident and suddenly fell on the General himself with a loud thud.  

“Ow.” Iroh croaks as the pupil gets and apologizes repeatedly and bows many times, knowing who exactly he had dropped on as Iroh turns to his back. 

A gasped was heard from above.  

Suddenly, a sound of soft wind was heard, and a pair of legs was delicately floating down to the ground with airbending and lands in front of Iroh. He looks up to see that it was a woman close to his age. 

The stranger leans and offers her hand.  

“Are you alright?”  

He took it and almost froze when he looked up and caught her eyes with his own. They were so bright and beautiful.  

But his admiration was brief when she tugged his arm up and he snapped out his gaze and stood.  

She was a short woman with long hair, yet the side was shaved off, it was styled in a very delicate way as well as edgy.  

He clears his throat, remembering his manners. “Thank you.”  

She smiled as Tenzin came to her side. 

“Iroh, this is Bai La, one of the freed airbending prisoners from Ba Sing Se and finest pupil in the temple.”  

“Hello.” She bows. But when she straightens her posture back, she moves her hair away from her face when a breeze passes by. 

Iroh then had a look of realization but was able to hide it from the woman before him. A look that Tenzin had predicted.   

“I hope you and your men are hungry. The air acolytes and I prepared a welcome dinner in honor of your visit.”  

“Yes. Thank you.” Iroh could only answer as his mind was plagued with possibilities because of her face.  

“Hey, Bai!” Kai from above calls for her. “I thought we have a bet going on?”  

“Coming!” She turns back to the General. “See you at the dining hall.”  

She then jumps with the help of airbending to set herself back on top of the poles.  

Tenzin finds himself back at Iroh’s side.  

“She’s. . .” He hesitated, yet Tenzin knew already what the Crown Prince was going to say.  

“Yes. Exactly.”  

Iroh had returned from his military training from the Northern Water Tribe. His mother took him on a walk, and they suddenly found themselves in the hall where all his forefathers and mothers portraits hanged, including the heroes of their nation. 

His mother, who suddenly stopped at one specific portrait that which she had mentioned was one of her favorites because of the story behind the person’s cause and bravery.  

Yet, she had surprised Iroh then with a single sentence.  

“You know. . . I used to hate her.”  

Iroh’s eyes widened a bit as his mother confesses.  

“When your grandmother Mai told me of Y/N, I grew angry at your grandfather, wondering why he could ever disrespect the woman who gave birth to me. Whispering her name in his sleep and she cried every time.” 

She closed her eyes and opened them, filled with wisdom, yet despair. “But she explained to me that on the day of Sozin’s Comet, when Y/N was lost, he became a broken man, almost unrecognizable. That’s when I knew that I couldn’t hold on to that anger anymore, especially on a brave woman who gave her life to save the world.” 

Iroh places a hand on his mother’s shoulder. “I‘m sorry you had to go through that, mom. It must’ve taken a great deal of strength to accept it.”  

She smiles and looks up at him. “Thank you, my son.” 

They both continued to look at the portrait. Admiring the woman who could’ve been Fire Lady. 

The general continued to watch Bai as she jumps from one pole to another circling with Kai to see who can stay the longest.  

“But. . .are we even sure?” He asked.  

Tenzin whispers to him. “Look around her neck.” 

Iroh squints and sees what Tenzin is referring to watch for. It was a pendant, broken in half. A pendant he was all too familiar with.  

“We can’t know for sure. Have you talked to her about this?”  

Tenzin looks at Bai with a conflicted gaze. It was clear that she had become his favorite student. He tried to keep all equal feelings for his airbenders but Bai was a kind and bright being that had the potential to become one of the greatest Airbending Masters.  

“I just don’t want to overwhelm her.”  

“You might now have a choice.” Iroh states in a calming manner. “With things going on at Ba Sing Se and the Red Lotus, there might not be a chance to tell her. Or . . . him.” 

Tenzin looks back and watches as Bai laughs to whatever Kai was saying. Lord Zuko was  

“No, there might not be.” He sighs. “I’ll arrange a private meeting with her. Will you join us?”  

Iroh nods as he continues to gaze Bai. “Of course.”  

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[loopy777]

I wonder whart older Zuko is like with Izumi and Iroh II...

(yes this is a plea for more headcanons)

Zuko has a real problem with his daughter and grandson. They don't believe a word he says.

Well, okay, that's an exaggeration, and he'll admit it if you press him. They're actually very attentive and respectful, and are always looking for lessons in what he says, always asking him for advice. One time, just to test them, he tried the 'silver sandwich' speech again, or at least what he could remember of it, and they accepted it with eager nods. He had to persuade them not to have it written down in the Annuls of the Fire Lords.

What they don't believe is that he used to be an imperialist bully who took his anger out on the rest of the world. Oh, sure, they claim that they understand this, but as the discussion goes on they'll talk about how Zuko was raised in a different society where aggression was encouraged and imperialist racism was normal. With low, even voices to convey the seriousness of the matter, they'll talk about the abuse Zuko suffered from his father and what that does to a person, and how fortunate he was that he was able to find his way out from the negative emotions it buried him in. They'll even talk about the war and how children in the Fire Nation were prepared to be warriors and soldiers starting as toddlers.

Izumi, at least, needs these excuses in order not to really think that her father was A Bad Dude at one point. It's not that she's in denial or anything, or can't handle her father making mistakes. To her, Zuko is a doting father, a true and proper simp of a husband, the stiff awkward member of a heartwarming friendgroup, and a righteous leader who complains about corrupt politicians and inefficient meetings like any proper Hero King. Sure, he gets angry like any person, but she just does not have an imagination expansive enough to really picture him betraying Uncle Aang and Aunt Katara under Ba Sing Se. If she really tries, she imagines a confused, regretful look on his face. She just cannot properly meld Her Father with these facts that sound like an antagonist in a children's fantasy story.

With Iroh II, he just does not know his Grandfather well enough. He never saw Zuko in a truly angry moment. He has to picture some kind of noble, knightly figure with a furrowed brow from trying to work out the thorny, contradictory honor system of the old Fire Nation. If you told him that his grandfather once screamed, "I DON'T NEED ANY CALMING TEA!!" he would challenge you an arm-wrestling duel for spreading such filthy lies about a hero.

Zuko has tried to convince Izumi and Iroh that he could have become like Ozai, had it not been for some fortunate interventions in his life, and they nod appropriately, but he can see it's not landing. It's all theory to them, some philosophical stuff about the dichotomy of man. They don't get it. But, he supposes, they don't really need to. Izumi is a master of politics and has a firm grasp of how hazy morality can be sometimes, as well as a good sense of the delicate balance required of the Fire Nation given its power and legacy. If she can't quite believe he was as bad as he was, that's fine. And, he ha to admit, it makes him feel pretty good, that he really has gotten better.

Iroh II, though, is more of a problem. Or, at least, Zuko thinks he is, intellectually. On the practical side, Iroh II has done so well in his life that Zuko isn't sure his grandon needs to understand this stuff. Zuko is a bit worried about how well Iroh II will do as Fire Lord, but he admits that maybe he doesn't really understand his grandson, either.

Especially that part where Iroh II is such a fan of coffee. Zuko is no tea fanatic, and still believes it's basically hot leaf juice, but he thinks that's far more appetizing than hot bean-dirt stew.

[mostly-mundane-atla]

So I learned about ati, which (I believe) is basically the concept of people born with the soul of their dead ancestor, and therefore named after him/her (regardless of gender). In-universe examples of ati in ATLA and LOK could be General Bumi II being named after Aang's friend Bumi I, Kya II being named after her grandmother Kya I, and even General Iroh II being named after his grandfather's uncle Iroh I.

BUT, I wondered, if all Avatars are reincarntions of Avatar Wan and are connected by Raava, does that mean the Avatar has his/her own ati? I headcanon that Water Tribe Avatars were still named after their deceased relative at birth (since their parents don't know their child is the Avatar yet) until they are identified as the Avatar (usually at 16). Then, the Avatar is given a new name unique to him/her, as not only does he/she have his/her own ati, but the new name is used to signify this new stage that would change their life forever. I imagined that the NWT and the SWT have both declared it illegal to name a Water Tribe child after a Water Tribe Avatar to respect their ati. This is why you wouldn't, say, find a single person in the NWT named Kuruk, or a single person in the SWT named Korra, other than the Avatars themselves.

I just want to know your thoughts on this headcanon I made.

Okay first off: i need to correct something here. The atiq is not necessarily an ancestor, just someone in the same community who has died. Your atiq can be related to you and it's pretty common that they are, but it's not always the case. (Also this is entirely stylistic preference, but the singular they is a lot more efficient than he/she either/or style pronouns. Not only is it faster to write but it's much easier to read, especially in a longer ask like this, includes those who don't use he or she pronouns, and doesn't put one gender before another. Just putting that out there.)

Second, yes, the atiq is a past life of a kind and your are considered a continuation of your atiq, but it's not your only identity. You are them, but you are also you. I could get into Inupiaq Christianity, in which the belief is your atiq simultaneously lives on through you and enjoys a peaceful afterlife just to underline this multifaceted sort "different versions, all true" approach to the nature of the soul and identity, but Inupiaq Christianity is it's own big topic and I'm not prepared to get into it.

So I'd say the concepts of having an atiq and being an avatar are not inherently the same or mutually exclusive, especially given how the series tends to play fast and loose with the idea of being an avatar. I think both can be true. Mostly because my culture's traditional spirituality, one i practice, which believes in the concept of atiq also holds the belief that just because there are two opposing concepts, that doesn't mean one of them is wrong.

[bbkissme99]

Iroh II recs

Iroh II x Y/N: A Wholesome Love Story

Oh Baby- General Iroh II x Reader drabble

welcome home. (iroh ii x f!reader)

Imagine having morning tea with General Iroh II

Reader is sue beifongs eldest daughter and iroh has always liked her but y/n being headstrong needs a little nudge from friends and family

general iroh and kya’s daughter wedding piece

melzula’s masterlist pt. 2 ☆

Kinktober HC

overstimulation

shower sex

trick or treat

[zuko-always-lies]

What is Aang's opinion on destiny?

This ask has sat in my box for well over a year, so I figured I should actually answer it. We see people talk about Aang's destiny to him or Aang talk to others about it a few times. The brief version is that for Aang, his destiny ultimately comes to mean both his duties and responsibilities as Avatar, and also something that he must actively decide and shape, instead of something which is preordained. Aang is "destined to be Avatar" and must do his best to fulfill the duty of that role, but what that looks like and entitles is up to him. It is very different from how Iroh and Zuko view destiny.

"The Storm":

Gyatso: Aang needs to have freedom and fun. He needs to grow up as a normal boy. Tashi: You cannot keep protecting him from his destiny. Pasang: Gyatso, I know you mean well, but you are letting your affection for the boy cloud your judgment. Gyatso: All I want is what is best for him. Pasang: But what we need is what's best for the world. You and Aang must be separated! The Avatar will be sent away to the Eastern Air Temple to complete his training. Aang is shown looking through a hole in the ceiling, shocked at the news that he just heard.

Destiny here is "Aang's duties as Avatar"

"The Fortuneteller":

Wu: [Her and Aang shielding their faces in surprise.] Oh my! [Cuts to shot of the bone lying in the fire and back to Aunt Wu who is fascinated.] Your destiny! This is incredible. You will be involved in a great battle, an awesome conflict between the forces of good and evil. A battle whose outcome will determine the fate of the whole world! Aang: [Casually.] Yeah, yeah, I knew that already. But did it say anything about a girl?

Destiny here is whether Aang ends up with Katara, but that's the only time we ever see Aang treat it as such.

Aang: [Disappointed.] You didn't really see love in my fortune, did you? You just told me what I wanted to hear. Wu: I'll tell you a little secret, young airbender. [Gestures to the sky.] Just as you reshaped those clouds, [Cuts to shot of Aang, who smiles; off-camera.] you have the power to shape your own destiny.

Aunt Wu tells Aang he can shape his own path.

"The Firebending Master":

Aang: Master, I need to learn firebending. Jeong Jeong: Only a fool seeks his own destruction. Aang: [To Jeong Jeong.] I'm the Avatar, it's my destiny to— [Gets interrupted.] Jeong Jeong: Destiny? What would a boy know of destiny? If a fish lives its whole life in this river, does he know the river's destiny? No! Only that it runs on and on out of his control! He may follow where it flows, but he cannot see the end. He cannot imagine the ocean. Aang: Okay, but it's the Avatar's duty to master all of the bending disciplines.

Destiny is again Aang's duty as Avatar.

"Sozin's Comet, Part II":

Aang: I need to look deep inside myself. Close-up frontal view as Aang starts meditating. Side-view of Aang as the spirit of Avatar Kuruk, a male Avatar from the Northern Water Tribe, appears before him. Kuruk: [Close-up.] I am Avatar Kuruk. [Cut to flashback to a close-up view of a younger Avatar Kuruk. The camera zooms out to show him surfing.] When I was young, I was always a go-with-the-flow kind of Avatar. [The camera pans round to follow his movements on the wave before holding steady as he surfs away.] People seemed to work out their own problems, and there was peace and good times in the world. [Cut to shot of the sun and the camera pans down to Kuruk with Ummi and they kiss.] But then, [Fade to a side-view of Koh in the Spirit World. Koh moves in front of the camera to reveal the face of Ummi.] I lost the woman I loved to Koh, the Face Stealer. [Fade back to close-up side-view of present-day Kuruk.] It was my fault. If I had been more attentive and more active, [Close-up of Aang.] I could've saved her. Aang, [Close-up of Kuruk.] you must actively shape your own destiny and the destiny of the world.

Destiny is again something Aang must actively take control of, instead of preordained path.

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

Aunt Lin the first time she meets Iroh II. Izumi’s been that really cool older cousin Lin adores and Lin’s completely unsure of what to do with An Baby but she’s so ready to be the cool supportive aunt/cousin to him like Izumi was to her

Goddddd wait she’s only 14 when Iroh II is born! Can you Imagine little 14 year old Lin and 15 year old Tenzin watching Iroh II for the day

Lin makes tenzin change all the diapers

and she’s All For feeding Iroh until she realizes babies have a habit of throwing up a little when they burp and he is quickly handed back to tenzin.

This is when Lin really realizes babies are awful because he’s been Crying For Hours they’ve changed him and fed him and tried everything eventually Aang gets back and thankfully saves them from the screaming infant

“You two did such a good job with him today.”

“But he wouldn’t stop crying…”

“That happens, he’s just tired, see.”

[orangepanic]

100 word drabble challenge! Irohsami working on a project together

“The top rails are upside-down.”

Iroh scowled at the array of carefully-arranged pieces on the carpet, including the long rails that made up the top of the crib. “No, they aren’t,” he grumbled. “I checked the instructions.” He passed the sheet up to Asami, who only crossed her arms over her large belly.

“I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me what’s upside down, Iroh,” she said. “Look. The screw holes are on top when they should be on bottom.”

“Do you want to come down here and supervise?” he asked.

Asami scowled. “Fine. Learn the hard way.”

[thatoneguy56fanfic]

Hiya! Thought I'd share a silly but sexy fic idea for either Irosami or Kuvirasami, inspired by this outrageously blatant seduction scene from the old Cartoon Network show "Sym Bionic Titan": https://youtu.be/6LUNSDaU_0c?si=AHNLG0-EIhVlGtrY

Imagine a modern-day scenario where Asami is dating either Iroh II or Kuvira, both are studying and Asami feels like she and her partner could use a "long relaxing break"😉😏☺️ but Iroh II/Kuvira say they should keep focused. Asami falsely accepts and goes to crank up some music to lighten the mood...

Next thing Iroh II/Kuvira know, Asami is sensually dancing and twerking to the music, attempting to get her partner to reconsider taking a break. Iroh II/Kuvira bemused or aroused by Asami's bodacious figure and hopeless scheme.

That is a pretty good idea. Although I’ve always headcanoned Asami as being more of a workaholic, so it’s possible that she’d be the one who’d need convincing to take a break lol.

[yell0wsalt]

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Hello dearest Orange, hope you're well. Thank you for the questions! :)

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I'll give two since the first one might be a little gross haha.

When fire benders get violently ill, some may throw up fire in the process. The plumbing systems had to be restructured and reinforced to account for potential explosions. Early industrialization of plumbing/water systems had many instances of pipes bursting.

In a modern AU Tenzin secretly enjoys pop music. His children first got him into it when begging him to take them to a concert. Man was hooked and became the biggest fangirlie by the end of the night. Supporting his children’s interest while feeding his own: two birds, one stone. Imagining him dancing to the artist’s music when he thinks everyone is gone then getting caught I think is adorable.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Oh man I haven’t written anything of substance for LOK in days. Talk about a WIP yeesh we’re going all the way back 😬

I’m scrounging through my GoogleDocs and coughing at all the dust that’s been wiped off.

On his way out, Bumi leaned into Tenzin’s ear. The two of them looked to Lin who stared back at them blankly. Bumi whispered a few words making Tenzin bristle from the base of his spine up.  One solid whack to his upper back, Bumi cackled while calling out, “See ya later, Tenny!” Tenzin shot Bumi’s back a murderous glare, before burning a hole in his pancake. The abrupt change made Lin put her fork down and frown. “What was that about?” “Doesn’t and shouldn’t concern you.”

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

The question implies one, but I’m going with two because I can’t choose. 

One is Iroh II. Putting my own take on his character has been a fun challenge so far when I try writing him. I like to think of him as someone who shoulders a lot of heavy responsibilities and — depending on the AU— guilt. He internalizes a lot of that and it’s hard for someone who feels all the things. Thinking about him navigating his way through situations with such emotions is interesting.

Another would be Lin. The bold and sassy energy from her is fun to write. She is also someone who feels a lot but her internalization and avoidance is expressed differently. In other AUs there is the sweeter side of her I like to consider when she is around those she cares about. 

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