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── THE GLASS PRINCESS // SIX

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

Chapter Synopsis: Two separate encounters with two different Firebenders yield revelations of the sort you are unprepared to face.

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Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 8.4k

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

A/N: i have been writing like crazy recently AHAHA but anyways apologies in advance to anyone expecting anything different from this 😫

“I’m so sad that the break is over. It wasn’t nearly long enough,” Jia-Li said as the two of you returned to your room for the first time since you had left it for Ember Island.

“Our beds look a lot smaller in comparison to the ones on Ember Island,” you said. Jia-Li snorted.

“That’s for sure. And did the room shrink while we were gone?” she said.

“It definitely looks like it,” you said. “At least we don’t have class until tomorrow.”

“Do you think Ty Lee is back yet?” she said. “We should go to the market. It’ll be fun.”

“I should probably do some reading so that I’m ready for tomorrow,” you said.

“Don’t be a spoilsport! I doubt you forgot anything in the short time we were gone, seriously. You’ll be okay if you skip out on reading for one day and come enjoy yourself with the rest of us,” Jia-Li said.

You gave the stack of books on your desk a longing look before nodding firmly, knowing Jia-Li was right, and furthermore that Ty Lee would agree with her. It was just as important for you to socialize as it was for you to study hard, and going to the market wasn’t so time-consuming that it would leave you unable to do anything for the rest of the day.

“Alright, but only if you don’t complain about me reading tonight,” you said. “The book I’m on currently is really interesting.”

“What’s it about?” Jia-Li said.

“The history of Ba Sing Se,” you said. “Since I was found there, I thought that learning more about it might spark some memories in me. All things considered, it’s not as boring as one might expect. The chapter I’m about to start is on the royal family and the construction of the palace.”

“To be honest, I don’t see how you find that so fascinating, but if that’s what you like, then who am I to stop you? Sure, you can leave the candle burning a bit longer in order to finish your chapter if we get back too late,” she said.

“Thanks,” you said. “You are the best roommate ever.”

“You flatter me,” she said. “Open up, Ty Lee!”

“What if Kaho is the one at the door?” you said, grabbing her hand to stop her from continuing to bang on it. Jia-Li huffed at you.

“She’s not going to be back until the evening. Don’t you remember how much she was bragging about having to stay late to submit her official reports from the meeting and all of that?” she said. You let go of her hand, for you did remember that. Once freed, Jia-Li continued to knock.

“Coming!” a muffled voice said, and then the door was swinging open to reveal Ty Lee, who was standing on her hands for some reason. “Ursa! Jia-Li! What are you guys doing here?”

“We wanted to ask you if you would come to the market with us,” you said, twisting your neck so that she would come into proper perspective. To your chagrin, it did nothing but make you dizzy, so you gave up and decided to just look down on her upside-down visage.

“Sure!” she said, rocking herself onto her feet and standing properly. “How were your breaks?”

“They were good,” Jia-Li said. “Very relaxing, but way too short.”

“We did see you at one point,” you reminded her. Ty Lee giggled.

“Right, at that stupid party! I heard you guys ended up partaking in the festivities, if you’re catching my meaning,” she said.

“Yes, that’s right,” you said. Jia-Li grinned, flames dancing in her palm before she curled her fist and extinguished them.

“It was fun,” she said. “You were on to something, Ty Lee. It was exactly what we needed.”

“Jia-Li’s brother was not happy with us when he found out,” you said. “But it’s fine. He’ll make up with her, I’m sure, and as for me…it’s fine if we never speak again.”

“Onto the next,” Jia-Li said. “It’s alright. You win some, you lose some.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “What about you? What were you up to when you weren’t on Ember Island?”

“Strategizing with Azula, mostly,” Ty Lee said. “You know, she killed the Avatar around when Zuko took over Ba Sing Se.”

“Really?” you said. Ty Lee nodded.

“Yup, I saw it myself! He was about to go all glowy-white-eyes on her, and she just shot him with lightning before he could,” she said.

Killing an Avatar as a normal person was unheard of, and Princess Azula wasn’t even a master yet. She was clearly a prodigy, but you knew from Ty Lee that she was still training, though her training was so advanced that it was theoretically impossible for normal Firebenders such as Jia-Li and even Kaho to accomplish. The fact that she had done something as legendary as defeating an Avatar without full mastery of her element spoke to her skill and talents, and you swore then and there to never get on her bad side.

“That’s insane,” Jia-Li said. “I always knew she was on another level from the rest of us, but I didn’t realize until now just how large that skill gap was.”

“Mhm, but for some reason, she’s gotten to be crazy paranoid recently. She’s convinced that he’s not really dead, and she’s been losing sleep over it,” Ty Lee said. “It’s tainting her victory, and she’s been meeting with Mai and I nonstop on what we should do in case he proves to be alive.”

“It’s better to be prepared than not,” you said. “Though she probably doesn’t have much to worry about. If the Avatar was alive, he probably would’ve made himself known, don’t you think? I doubt it would be easy for an Airbender to hide himself, especially not one as powerful as the Avatar surely is.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her, but she’s still worried,” Ty Lee said. “So my break was mostly work, except for that one weekend on Ember Island.”

“That’s a shame,” Jia-Li said.

“Next break, I’m going to sleep the entire time,” Ty Lee vowed. “Every day I’m at the school serves as a reminder of why I dropped out in the first place, and I need my body and aura to recover from this kind of environment.”

“I always forget you did that,” you said.

“Why’d you come back?” Jia-Li said. “It’s obvious you hate it here, and you have a place in the palace already, so it’s not as though you’re going to climb the ranks socially by attending.”

“Simple! I’m here to keep an eye on Ursa!” Ty Lee said. “Not that she needs it, but Prince Zuko asked me to come along and help her acclimate to the environment of the academy, since we weren’t sure if she’d be able to handle it or not.”

“That’s a lot more logical than you suddenly developing a passion for the scholarly pursuits, which is what I had previously thought was the reasoning,” Jia-Li said.

“I don’t think I’ll ever develop that,” Ty Lee said, wrinkling her nose. “I’ll leave the academic stuff to Ursa.”

“Me, too,” Jia-Li said.

“Hey, come on, guys. Reading is fun,” you said, though it was obviously unconvincing, as both of them made faces at you. “Or not, I guess.”

“Let’s stop talking about school, please,” Ty Lee said. “It’s bad enough that we have classes tomorrow. We don’t need to ruin our free time by thinking about them now, too!”

“It’s not a problem for me,” Jia-Li said. “Maybe Ursa will have some difficulty, though.”

“Shut up! No, I won’t!” you said. “You won’t hear me speaking about school for the rest of the outing.”

“Does that include whenever you drop your random little factoids to explain whatever’s going on at any given time?” Jia-Li said.

“Hopefully not,” Ty Lee said. “I’d be way too confused without her narrating everything.”

“True,” Jia-Li said. “Okay, you can talk about those, but no more explicit mentions of the academy. Or of reading. Or of other things along those lines.”

“I already agreed!” you said. “Honestly, you guys have such a low opinion of me. Anyways, do either of you have anything specific to get at the market, or are we just wandering around?”

“Maybe I’ll get a new hair ribbon, but I’m not particularly attached to the idea, so I’m alright no matter where we go,” Jia-Li said.

“I don’t have anything I need, so we can go look at the hair ribbon stalls if you want, Jia-Li,” Ty Lee said.

“It’s the same for me,” you said. “Besides, it’s not like I really have money to spend, which means I’ll just admire the different shops, so I have no particular preference for where we go. Lead the way, Jia-Li; you’d know the market best, anyways.”

“Ty Lee probably knows it pretty well, too,” Jia-Li said.

“Nope, I ran away to join the circus, remember? I haven’t been here for a while! Even when I came back to the palace, I was always with Azula and Mai, and they’re not really the type to enjoy walking around the market, so it’s been a bit,” Ty Lee said.

“Then it really is up to me,” Jia-Li said, straightening her shoulders and nodding firmly. “Follow me, girls!”

You and Ty Lee marched after Jia-Li as she strode towards a stall decorated with hair ribbons of every shade. Some were patterned the way Kaho’s was, whereas others were solid-colored, like the one Jia-Li tended to wear. All of them were beautiful, richly made and finely dyed, and you could not help running your fingers over a few of them in appreciation.

“What do you think of this one?” Jia-Li said, holding up a red ribbon that had white flowers embroidered on it. “The one I have right now is so plain.”

“It’s very nice,” you said.

“I like it!” Ty Lee said. “You should get it.”

“Do you think so? Let’s see. How much is this for?” Jia-Li said. As she began to argue with the merchant about the price, you found yourself wandering off, observing the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, the different vendors and their goods, the mothers with their little children rifling through their purses full of gold coins, the serious soldiers standing at attention in uniform — and the not so serious ones with their helmets off and tucked under their arms as they talked to each other. Though the market was so large in scale, it was more like a collection of small, intimate snapshots of domesticity than a grand, epic portrait woven together out of perfectly conjoined parts.

There were so many different stories happening at once. People cried and laughed and argued and bantered on these streets. They lived their lives, unknowing of what would happen to them next or what those at their sides were going through. It was one of those mundane sort of miracles, the sort that were so commonplace that nobody would find them miraculous unless they stepped back and thought about them for a moment.

“Did you hear the news?” someone said to you. You tilted your head at the woman, who had her hand held in front of her mouth politely. “Apparently, there’s a prisoner on the loose!”

“What? In the capital?” you said. She nodded.

“Word has it that he deserted the army during the fall of Ba Sing Se and was promptly captured by Prince Zuko, who sent him to prison. But now he’s escaped! It’s all so frightening,” she said. “Be careful. You’re a student at the academy, aren’t you? My daughter is in her first year there, so I recognized the uniform. You should hurry back to the campus — it’s much safer there.”

“Thank you for the warning,” you said. “I hope you stay safe as well, madam.”

It had been an odd encounter, but for some reason, it wasn’t the random nature of the conversation that made you uneasy. Such things happened at markets, and especially because you apparently went to school with her daughter, it made sense that she had approached you. No, it was the story itself that you were worried about.

The History Mistress had never mentioned anyone deserting the army, besides the former General Iroh. That meant that this escaped prisoner, whoever they were, must’ve been some foot soldier so unimportant that they were not even worthy of the simplest sentence in your lectures, but that begot another question — how had a simple foot soldier escaped a Fire Nation prison?

The haggard man in front of you walked with a limp, and the exposed skin that you could see was littered with scars. Unlike what you would’ve assumed, though, the scars were clearly not from burns. They were cuts, deep lacerations that stood out red and furious against his arms, his neck, his ankles and even his face.

He must’ve been in a terrible battle, but for some reason, no one paid him any mind. The crowds parted around him before melting back together, like he had never been there in the first place. It was only you that followed, you who was entranced, matching his every step with your own. There was some burning desire in you that needed to follow him. You couldn’t place it, couldn’t understand its origin or any part of its existence, but you just knew you had to fulfill it. So you went after the man, growing steadily closer and closer until you could hear what he was muttering to himself.

“Gave everything…fought for that damn prince…what does it get me? Going to kill that girl. Going to kill that girl. What does it get me? Gave everything for that damn prince. Going to kill her. I have to kill her,” he said, over and over, repeating the same phrases on loop.

“Excuse me, sir, but are you alright?” you said when the two of you reached a dead end and the man stood still, facing the wall, continuing to say the same breathless things.

“I knew it,” he said. “I knew someone was following me. We Soldiers of Agni, we know these things.”

“Soldiers of Agni?” you said. The man still did not turn around, pressing his hands against the stone wall and resting his forehead against it. “They’re all dead, sir. They fell during the invasion of Ba Sing Se.”

“And don’t I know it!” the man said. “We gave everything for that prince, and what did it lead us to? Death! Death, you foolish girl, all of my comrades are dead! I’m the only one who survived that wench’s onslaught, but instead of being treated as the hero I am, I was renounced as a traitor. Prince Zuko took my status as a Soldier of Agni away, and he threw me in some dungeon to rot. Tell me how that’s fair!”

“I think you’re confused, sir,” you said, stepping away from him, questioning your own instincts for landing you into this situation. Because this was definitely the prisoner that the woman had been talking about, and since that was the case, you were almost certainly in danger. “Prince Zuko would never do something like that. He is a kind and just person. He even saved me!”

He spun around. “He saved — you!”

Before you knew it, there was a blast of fire heading directly for you. You barely leapt out of the way and readied yourself to fight, but even if the prisoner was telling the truth and he really had once been a Soldier of Agni, his reflexes and musculature had faded during his time locked away. No matter how much he tried, nothing but wisps of smoke escaped his hands, and he shouted in fury before rushing at you.

“What are you doing?” you said as you began to run as well.

“I’m going to kill you!” he said, his voice breaking as he did so. “You took everything from me, so I’m going to kill you!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” you said in distress. “I’m just a student at the Royal Fire Academy! I haven’t taken anything from anyone!”

“Is that where you are now, you sly witch?” he spat. “It wasn’t enough for you to destroy us all? You have to infiltrate our nation, too? Get out of here, scum!”

“What are you saying?” you said.

“My comrades are dead because of you,” he said. “I’m in prison because of you. I have to — I have to get justice. If that Agni-damned Prince Zuko really did save you, if he really is just letting you walk around and pretend to be one of us, then the Fire Nation is doomed. I have to do what I must for my country! In the name of Fire Lord Ozai, I will kill you, once and for all!”

“Huh?” you said. “I was a prisoner in Ba Sing Se! I don’t have the faintest clue how I could’ve killed your comrades.”

“That’s rich, coming from you. You don’t have to lie in front of me. I was there, wench. I know what you really are,” he said.

“And what might that be?” you said, skidding to a stop before you crashed into a wall and turning to face him, getting into the hand-to-hand combat stance that you had been trained to adopt at the academy.

“The—” Before he could finish, his eyes widened, and then he was falling over. It was Ty Lee; she had jabbed her fingers into his pressure points in a quick but familiar succession, and now she was standing over him, disapproval etched on her face.

“Ursa! There you are!” Jia-Li said, rounding the corner and almost tripping over the fallen man. “Who is that?”

“He’s an escaped prisoner,” you said. “He claimed he used to be one of the Soldiers of Agni.”

“I thought they were all dead, though?” Jia-Li said.

“They are,” Ty Lee said. “He must’ve been rambling about nothing.”

“Definitely,” Jia-Li said. “What Soldier of Agni would just faint like that for no reason?”

“It wasn’t exactly for no reason. I used my chi-blocking to take him out!” Ty Lee said.

“Chi-blocking?” Jia-Li said as the man groaned, beginning to wake up.

“It’s a pretty useful skill,” Ty Lee said. “All sorts of applications. It can temporarily take away bending, incapacitate people, and more! It’s the way for nonbenders like me to level the playing field and stand a chance even against the strongest of benders.”

“That’s why you aren’t afraid of Kaho!” Jia-Li said.

“Yup!” Ty Lee said.

“Who are you girls?” the man said groggily, pushing himself to his feet.

“I thought you knew who I was?” you said. “You said so yourself!”

“How would he know who you are?” Jia-Li said.

“No idea, but he seemed pretty sure just a second ago,” you said.

“For some reason, I think I do,” the man said. “But I don’t know how or why. There’s just a blank spot in my memories. I can’t — I can’t remember anything.”

“That’s strange,” Jia-Li said.

“He must’ve hit his head when he fell,” Ty Lee said.

“Right,” you said, though when she stooped over to pick the man up and bring him to the nearby soldiers, you narrowed your eyes at her.

You knew that chi-blocking sequence. You knew it well, because Ty Lee had used it on you before, still used it on you even now. You had never questioned it much, never found any merit in doing so. Ty Lee was infamous for being an airhead, so you had always put the strange ritual down as another one of her oddities. But what if it wasn’t? There was no way that the man had hit his head hard enough to forget everything so quickly, especially not when he had been so confident only seconds prior.

The more likely scenario was that Ty Lee had somehow blocked his memories when she had blocked his chi. It made the most sense, but if that really was the case, then what motive did she have to do the same for you? It was uncomfortable thinking about it, but you couldn’t stop the question from reverberating around your mind for the rest of the day.

Was Ty Lee the reason you didn’t remember anything?

That night, when Jia-Li was asleep and you were getting ready to settle in bed yourself, there was a knock on your door. Quickly blowing out the candle and making sure that the door was locked, you leapt into your bed and pulled the covers over your head, squeezing your eyes shut and pretending to be fast asleep.

“Ursa?” It was Ty Lee. “Are you awake?”

You knew what she was there for. It was about the time for her to — if your assumption was correct — block your chi, and possibly your memories. You had never protested, and you didn’t want her to grow suspicious of you in case that led to her taking even more drastic measures, but you also knew you had to avoid her for the time being if you ever wanted to remember who you were.

Just for a couple of days. You only had to stay away from her for a couple of days, and if nothing changed, then you would return to her side and act as if you both were friends once more.

“Are you and Ty Lee fighting?” Jia-Li said the next morning. You were currently suffering from a massive migraine, massaging your temples as you tried to block the light from hitting your eyes, but you managed to shake your head in the negative.

“No, we’re not,” you said. “Why?”

“You didn’t talk to her all morning, and you sat next to me instead of her, the way you usually do. I think she was a little sad about it,” Jia-Li said.

“I just have a really bad headache,” you said.

“Do you need to go to the infirmary?” Jia-Li said. “If you can’t handle class, I’ll tell the Etiquette Mistress. You’re already her favorite pupil, so she shouldn’t mind.”

“No, I’ll go,” you said, knowing that it was of the utmost importance that you didn’t go anywhere alone. It would be an opportunity for Ty Lee to chi-block you again, one you did not need to create, not if you wanted your experiment to be successful. “I’m sure I’ll get over it with something to drink.”

Yet, despite the cups upon cups of water you chugged, it didn’t do anything to dissipate your headache. It was like there was someone pushing on your brow, crushing your head together, the heaviness seeping down behind your eyes and into your jaw. You thought you might be close to implosion, but there was never a moment of relief. The pressure just kept mounting and mounting until you really did wish for someone to take a hammer to your skull and break it open so that you could finally be freed from the pain.

“Ursa, Jia-Li,” Kaho said as you entered the classroom, her voice filled with venom. “I can’t believe you’re daring to show your faces today.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” you said, far too preoccupied with your migraine to temper your irritation with your usual politeness. “We’re students at the academy, the same as you, Kaho.”

“I thought you might be ashamed of yourself after your performance during the break, at Ember Island,” she said.

“What performance?” you said.

“You destroyed my house!” she said. “I know you all did. You and that group of losers from the beach, whoever they were. My brother told me all about it.”

“Your brother’s the biggest fool I’ve ever met,” you said. “Followed closely by Ruon-Jian. Neither of them recognized the prince and princess even when they were right in front of them.”

“Don’t call my brother a fool,” she said.

“It must be a familial trait,” you continued.

“Ursa, what are you doing?” Jia-Li said.

“I have way too much of a headache to deal with her squealing right now,” you said harshly. “Chan is an idiot and we helped destroy her house. It’s true, but it matters little to me, and I wish she’d just go and wallow in her misery somewhere far from where I am!”

“You’re playing with fire,” Jia-Li fretted. “Quite literally.”

“Can you just leave me alone for once, Kaho?” you said.

“You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?” Kaho said. “You’ve taken my spot as the top student, and you’re favored by Prince Zuko, so you believe that makes you my superior. But there’s one thing that you’ll never have.”

“And what might that be? An insufferable attitude, or a particularly hideous—” you were cut off by Jia-Li slapping her hand over your mouth.

“She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Jia-Li apologized. “The migraine is making her delirious.”

Kaho ignored her, staring directly at you, the anger which she was so well-known for blazing to life in her irises. It was the same way she had glared at you after defeating that one underclassman in an Agni Kai. It was the same way she glared at you every time you corrected her in class or got a better result than her on an exam. It was the same way she glared at you whenever you received a letter from Prince Zuko while in the dining hall.

She hated you. You had known this for some time, but you had never understood it until that moment. Kaho despised everything you were, but more than that, she despised that she was jealous of you. She was used to everything going her way, and yet, here you were, a girl who had no memories and no background and no bloodline, taking without difficulty everything that was once hers.

It should never have been yours. To Kaho, you were nobody, a girl from rubble who stole everything from the rightfully deserving. And now here you were, insulting her in front of everyone, clearly rising above the place she had designated for you in her mind. It was an offense of the highest order, and in that instant, you came to the conclusion that you would not escape unpunished. Kaho would no longer allow you to walk over her without retaliation.

“Firebending,” Kaho said. “That’s what I have, and I will always, always be your better, because you can’t even bend.”

“Maybe not,” you said, swallowing and then deciding that if you were already doomed, you might as well have the last word. “It makes it more embarrassing for you, though, doesn’t it? That a nonbender has beat you so thoroughly in everything else? That you can only cling to your bending to maintain your sense of superiority?”

“That’s it,” Kaho said. “You know what I’m going to say, don’t you?”

“You’ve really done it now, Ursa,” Jia-Li groaned. “Don’t even think of asking me to be your proxy. I don’t have a death wish.”

“I do,” you said. “And I’ll save you the trouble. I challenge you to an Agni Kai, Kaho.”

If an Agni Kai was declared, classes were suspended so that the school could watch. Though they were so brutal in nature, they were actually encouraged by the administration, as they served to weed out the weaker students, leaving behind only the strongest, the best of the best.

At present, the field where you and Kaho were going to fight was utterly cleared, though staff and students alike gathered on the edges to watch the event. It had been anticipated for some time, this clash between the two top students of the academy, even if one of them couldn’t Firebend.

“You’re seriously not even calling a proxy?” Jia-Li said.

“Who would I call?” you said, rolling your shoulders. “She’s beaten every girl at this academy already, and I’m not about to beg the prince to save me.”

“Let go of your pride for once and do exactly that!” Jia-Li said. “You couldn’t even take me in a fight, so you can just forget about facing Kaho.”

“Actually, she can manage,” Ty Lee said grimly. You didn’t know where she had come from, but there she stood, her face set, her posture stiff. “Ursa. I don’t know why he said it, but for some reason, Zuko seemed to think that you were strong. Stronger than the rest of us, in fact.”

“He told me as much,” you said. “I don’t know why he said it, either, but for some reason, I don’t think he was lying. At least, he seemed to really believe it, which means there must be some thought behind it all.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a prodigy with weapons on par with Master Piandao himself!” Jia-Li said. “Against someone like Kaho, you either need to be a bender or have unusual skills the way Ty Lee does. Can you claim either of those things?”

“I don’t know, Jia-Li,” you said. “I don’t think so. Yet I have to do this all the same. She’s gone unchecked for far too long.”

“And you’ll be the one to check her?” Jia-Li said, throwing her hands up in the air. “I wish you had just gone to the infirmary like I had told you to!”

“Let’s go, Jia-Li,” Ty Lee said. “It’s time. Good luck, Ursa.”

Another pang. You forced yourself to smile through the pain, not wanting to show weakness right when you were about to get into a fight. Ty Lee smiled back, though Jia-Li did not muster the same energy, wailing despondently about how she was going to lose another roommate as Ty Lee dragged her off the field.

“This is your last chance, Ursa,” Kaho said. “If you fall to your knees and grovel, if you accept your place in this world, and if you renounce your ties with the royal family, then I will spare you.”

“I cannot do either of those things,” you said. “And you cannot ask me to.”

“I will not be gentle,” Kaho warned. “I was kind in my last Agni Kai, so perhaps you think that you will get off in a similarly unharmed way. If that is the case, then I want you to know that you are wrong. I will burn my victory into your skin so deeply that you can never look into the mirror without being reminded of the day you angered the wrong person.”

“My head is already full of pain, nearly to the bursting,” you said. “What is one more wound? Do your worst, Kaho. Even if I lose today, I will still have won in the end.”

“And how is that?” Kaho said. You grinned at her.

“Because I’ve shown everyone else at this academy exactly the sort of person you are,” you said. “You can’t beat a nonbender at anything else, so you have to challenge them to an Agni Kai in order to cling to the last threads of your former glory. You’re really very pathetic, and no matter how thoroughly you burn me, you can’t change that.”

“Did no one ever teach you to hold your tongue?” Kaho said, taking a deep breath, fire flickering at her fingertips.

“Certainly, at some point, someone must have,” you said. “But I shouldn’t know when or who or what the purpose of the lesson was. Don’t you recall that I have no memories?”

No one could say that Kaho wasn’t talented. The way she used her Firebending was like an extension of herself, as brutal and efficient as her clinical personality. It wasn’t that she was incredibly powerful — she just did not waste even a drop of energy, focusing her entire being into her forms, which were done with a clear accuracy that was difficult to dodge.

She punched a lick of fire at you, deadly hot, the air shimmering in the aftermath of it as it dissipated into nothingness, barely avoiding singing the edges of your clothes. You employed every trick you had learnt, for the longer you could draw out the fight, the worse it looked for her.

It was a game that you could not win. It was a game you were destined to lose, but — and maybe this was your past knowledge speaking — you had to play along. The outcome was determined, but you still had to play.

“Why did you come here?” Kaho screamed, her careful control slipping the more times she missed burning you. It was like her words drove a knife through your head, and the only reason your faltering was not a fatal blunder was because she, too, was growing more and more errant in her strikes. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You’re the one trying to immolate me!” you said, sweat pouring from your brow, your shirt sticking to your collarbones and your pants clinging to your legs. “Why don’t you raise that question to yourself?”

“You!” she said. “Why are you speaking so elegantly? Are you mocking me?”

“Of all the things, you choose to criticize my manner of speaking? Your sense of prioritization is as horrid as your personality,” you said.

More fire. This time, the hem of your shirt did catch alight, but you put it out before it could reach your skin, so it didn’t count as a first burn. It did, however, mean two things: you were getting tired, and Kaho was losing even more of her composure.

“You came here,” she said. “I was alright before! But you came here and decided that everything I had was yours. My place in society, my standing in the school…the happy ending I was born to inherit has all gone to you!”

“Happy ending?” you said. “Do you think I care about something as superficial and fantastical as that? I don’t even have a beginning! Have you ever taken a second thought about your hatred? You can choose the direction of your life, Kaho. Whether happy or sad or anything in between, you know who you are. I do not have such a luxury. You resent my friendship with the prince, but if I do not have him, I have nothing left of my past! I helped destroy your house, yes, but at least you have a house — and it was only one of many. I don’t even have a shack in the woods to call my own!”

“Exactly,” Kaho said. “You should be begging on the streets, yet you are here. But no longer. No longer will I allow you to exist beside me, as if we are equals.”

Your eyes widened as her words sank in. This wasn’t just an Agni Kai anymore. She would not stop once she burnt you. It didn’t matter how completely; you had been wagering that you could eventually heal from whatever she inflicted on you. But, according to Kaho, she was not planning on you ever healing. She was planning on you dying.

Without Kaho’s fire, the air was almost cold. Goosebumps raised on your bare arms, though whether it was from chill or fright, you were not sure. Kaho was incredibly still, her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply, centering herself, drawing strength from the core of her bending — her breath. Everyone else was silent, though you thought you could hear someone, perhaps Jia-Li, repeating a prayer to Agni frantically, begging him to protect you from Kaho’s wrath.

You did no such thing. There was a voice in your head, whispering past the pain, telling you that Agni was not your god. You could not pray to him. You could not pray to a lord of destruction. You could not pray to the deity who had ruined your home.

You did not question this voice, though by all rights it was contrary to the little you knew of yourself. You were a Fire Nation soldier. Agni had not ruined your home, he had saved it. He was the one whose banner you had fought under. He was the one whose name you had been tortured in. He was your patron.

No. He was not. He was Kaho’s. He was Zuko’s. He was Jia-Li’s. But you were not a Firebender. You were something else. What? It was inexplicable, but your bones resonated with that truth as the effects of Ty Lee’s continuous chi-blocking began to crumble, your headache finally alleviating as you had your first breakthrough.

Kaho opened her eyes, and then fire gathered in her palms. You stood your ground this time, rooting yourself into the dirt of the field, and as a wave of fire rolled towards you, destroying everything in its path, you cringed back and screwed your eyelids together but refused to move. This time, you would not move.

Right when the blistering temperature got to be too much, it was cut off, asphyxiated before its source could reach you. Then Kaho was hurling insults at you, calling you a mongrel, a filthy half-breed, a daughter of mud. You cracked your eyes open, wondering why she did not attack you once more, why she had ceased her assault at the instant before she would have won for certain.

There was a large wall of stone erected before you, shielding you from Kaho, impenetrable by even the hottest of fires, which certainly she did not possess. That wall had not been there before, and the names which Kaho was calling you suddenly made sense — because you had created the wall. It was yours.

You were an Earthbender.

Within seconds, every single person that had borne witness to the Agni Kai was slumped over on the ground, including Kaho herself. Ty Lee used her momentum to flip over the wall, dropping to her feet before you and crossing her arms.

“You knew,” you said. “The entire time, you knew.”

“No,” she said. “Not exactly.”

“You’re the one who’s been blocking my memories, though,” you said. “Right? You would block my chi so that I couldn’t remember my past or use my Earthbending.”

“That’s right,” she said, bowing her head. She seemed apologetic, but nothing resembling pity filled you. The only emotion you could muster was disgust.

“Why?” you said. “What could have convinced you to do something like that? I thought we were friends, Ty Lee. Was that all a lie? Were you only staying close to me so that you could keep suppressing my memories?”

“No!” she said. “That was the reason at first, but I like spending time with you, Ursa. You really are one of my friends.”

She reached out as if to embrace you, but you took a step backwards so that she could not. She pulled back as if you had wounded her.

“My name isn’t Ursa, is it?” you said. “Who am I really, Ty Lee? Tell me the truth.”

“I have no idea,” she said. “He didn’t tell me anything about you. He just said it was for the best if you didn’t remember anything. I was so afraid the whole time, I thought Azula might be angry if she found out, but he was always so kind to me when I was younger that I thought I owed him at least this one favor…”

“Who?” you said. “Who is he? Who demanded you keep my memories from me?”

She gave you a miserable look. “Zuko.”

“That liar,” you said. It wasn’t just anger for the specific betrayal; there was some old rage quivering in you. You hated him. You hated him. You couldn’t say why, but you hated him. The ground shook, and Ty Lee glanced around nervously, but you paid her no mind. “He lied to me! He pretended like he cared, but the whole time, he was the one who did it! It’s his fault that I’m like this!”

“Don’t be angry,” Ty Lee pleaded. “I’m sure he had a reason. Just talk to him, and I’m sure he’ll explain!”

“Explain?” you said. “I don’t want to hear his explanations. I want him to pay for what he did!”

Another stake driven into your mind. It was your chi, you presumed, chipping away at the place where your memories were stored. There was still nothing concrete, but a sense of claustrophobia was creeping over you. You weren’t supposed to be here. You were supposed to be somewhere else. You were supposed to be doing something, but Zuko — Zuko had snatched you away from that fate.

“Ursa,” Ty Lee said.

“Stop calling me that,” you said. “It’s not who I am.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what else to call you,” she said, clearly near tears. “Please calm down for a little bit. I blocked everyone’s chi in time; no one will remember this happened, so take the moment to settle and think things over. There’s no rush.”

“You can’t just do that,” you said. “You can’t keep blocking people’s memories at whim. They’re not yours to play with like that. Anyways, won’t they remember again? Are you really going to go around once a week and block everyone’s chi?”

“I was quick enough, and it was a small enough memory, that just one time will be sufficient,” she said. “No one will know what you’ve done, and I promise I won’t block your memories again if you stay.”

“I can’t trust you,” you said, straining with all your might to drive the stone wall back into the ground. “I’m sorry, but I really can’t.”

Dust flew up everywhere, but once it cleared, the field looked placid and undisturbed — barring, of course, the scorch marks left in the wake of Kaho’s attacks.

“What are you going to do now?” she said.

“I’m going to my room,” you said. “You can go ahead and tell Zuko I can Earthbend again. I’m sure you’ve been keeping him updated this entire time, so I won’t stop you.”

“He’ll want to come visit you,” Ty Lee said. And, because you did not want her to get in trouble, because despite what she had done there was still fondness for her buried deep within you, you only sighed and then nodded.

“Then he’ll do just that, I’d expect,” you said. “Goodbye, Ty Lee.”

You weren’t sure if she knew what you meant by the farewell. Maybe she did. For her own sake, you hoped she did not, or at least that she pretended that that was the case. She had in the end only been a tool of Zuko’s, so though you did not forgive her, you did not hate her, either.

Perhaps by a stroke of good fortune or perhaps by design, Jia-Li did not return to the room before dinner. This allowed you to collect your meager possessions, shoving them in the bag you had brought with you to Ember Island. Changing out of your uniform, you bit your lip before placing it in the trash. It was beyond salvaging, and besides, your time as Ursa was over. Now, you had to leave behind the life that the prince had created for you and figure out who you were, what your own life was like.

Fastening a cloak over your shoulders and tossing the hood up over your head to further disguise yourself, you slunk through the dormitory, staying in the shadows and hiding whenever people passed. In that manner, you managed to escape detection, reaching the academy’s aviary before anyone noticed you.

“Bian,” you whispered to your messenger hawk. She was instantly awake, cocking her head at you. You shook your own at her in the negative. “I don’t have a letter for you. There’s no one left for me to write to. I just wanted to tell you something: I’m leaving.”

Even if Bian had once been meant to be Prince Zuko’s, you had difficulty thinking of her as anything but yours. She was your friend, yourhawk, and though she was of the Fire Nation, of your time as Ursa, you could not let her go without saying farewell first, the way you would with the rest of it.

“I can’t tell anyone else,” you said. “It’ll just put them in danger. I can’t even say bye to Jia-Li. She’ll think I just ran away for no reason, and she was too loyal of a friend to deserve that, but I cannot implicate her in my defection from the academy. She’ll be the first they question, and I don’t know that she’ll lie convincingly enough to escape suspicion. So, then, when she says she has no idea where I’ve gone, she has to be telling the truth.”

Bian cooed at you; well, maybe calling the throaty sound cooing was being generous, but there was no other way to describe it, and the sentiment was the same. She was trying, in her own way, to comfort you, and you extended your arms to her perch so that you could rub the soft, tiny feathers of her cheeks.

“Thank you for being my hawk,” you said. “Be good for whoever owns you next — unless it is the prince, in which case I give you full permission to bite his fingers whenever he tries to give you letters.”

With that, you turned around, your hands dropping to your sides as you walked, then ran out of the aviary. If you turned around, you would cry. If you turned around, you might not ever be able to leave, so you sprinted until you reached the stables where the various animals belonging to the academy were kept.

Passing by the sleeping dragon moose and the corral of komodo rhinos, you ducked into the stall of one of the mongoose lizards. Throwing its saddle on, you patted it on the forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you said, swinging on and kicking it forwards. “I promise you can go home once you get me out of the capital.”

The mongoose lizard was fast, but more than that, it was stealthy and could traverse many kinds of terrain. Scuttling through the campus, it climbed the walls at your direction, though it was obviously unsure, as it had been trained not to leave the academy, even when given the opportunity.

Looking up, you saw a shadow cover the moon briefly, and you furrowed your brow as the dark shape came hurtling down towards you. The mongoose lizard continued to dash through the streets of the capital, and you used your hands to shield your face from the incoming projectile.

You needn’t have. At the last moment, it flared its wings, landing gently on your shoulder, careful not to dig its talons into your flesh despite the subsequent loss of balance.

“Bian?” you said. She nipped your shirt collar like she was chiding you for daring to leave without her. You laughed in relief, scratching her crest. “Oh, my dear Bian. I should never have tried to go without you. Thank you for finding me.”

She hopped off your shoulder, sitting on the pommel of the saddle, surveying the terrain with the regal bearing of a figurehead. With her at your side, you weren’t quite as lonely, and though it was selfish of you, you were glad that she had made such a choice, that she loved you enough to follow you away from the comfort of the aviary.

You traveled for a while at top speed, but once the mongoose lizard began to show signs of fatigue, you reined it to a stop. Whistling for Bian, you slid off of the beast. It made a clicking noise at you, and you smiled at it.

“Thank you,” you said. “You have done your job well. You may go back now.”

Without hesitation, the mongoose lizard spun and headed in the same direction it had come from. You didn’t wait, either; the palace certainly had methods to track you, so it would be a folly for you to stay in the same place for too long.

When the search began depended on Jia-Li. If she reported your disappearance immediately, then you were in trouble, but you sensed she would not. You had a habit of coming back to the room later than her, so she’d likely not realize you were gone at all until she woke up and saw your bed had remained undisturbed the entire night.

That left you with a window of time in which you could eat and sleep. After that, you had to walk to the nearest village and appropriate a new mount that could get you even farther from the academy and the capital and Prince Zuko’s grasp.

“It’s just so strange,” you said to Bian as you made a small fire using kindling, the way you had been taught in the academy. “If I’m an Earthbender instead of a former Fire Nation soldier, then there really is no explanation for any of it. Why did he abduct me? Why did he order my memories to be subdued? What significance did I hold?”

If she knew anything about the heart or mind of her former master, she did not reveal it. Rummaging around in your bag for the bit of food you had scrounged up while packing, you chewed on it pensively before pulling out the book you had been reading.

Opening to the page you had left off on, you promised to only finish the chapter on the royal family before you went to sleep. Maybe it was foolish to sacrifice any of the precious little rest you could get, but you longed for something to soothe your mind, and you thought that reading, as a familiar habit, might accomplish that goal.

The last ruler of the Earth Kingdom was the 52nd Earth King, born Kuei. He is famous only for his ineptitude. Ascending the throne at the age of four, he was a puppet monarch for much of his life, until the day he was deposed of by Prince Zuko and the Fire Nation forces.

For some strange reason, there was a lump in your throat reading about the 52nd Earth King, as if he was someone that you greatly missed. But that was not even the oddest thing — it was the next passage that made you truly gasp. Memories upon memories poured in as you read and reread the paragraph, which was more of a footnote than anything.

The 52nd Earth King also had a younger sister, though no one ever saw her. A nonbender like the king, Princess Y/N remained shut away in the palace her entire life, reputedly for her own protection. Because of her fragile and essentially invisible status, her own subjects mockingly referred to her as the Glass Princess.

She, along with her brother, was killed during the fall of Ba Sing Se.

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Daughter of the Spirits; chapter 12

➳ pairing: zuko x f!reader ➳ genre: a retelling of the show from season 2 onwards with a heavy focus and expansion on zuko’s story (canon divergent) ➳ warnings: violence, swearing, smut (underaged if your age of consent is above 16), spoilers for anyone who hasn’t seen the show ➳ word count: 3570 ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ summary: In which y/n comes across the fire nation prince during her stay in Ba Sing Se. ➳ tags: @harmlessoffering, @lammello (i’m sorry if i’m forgetting anyone, lmk if i am or if you want to be added)

Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,

A New Start

The western air temple, that is where Zuko was sure the avatar would go. It was the nearest place for them to regroup and recuperate. They would be safe there. Well, as safe as they could be. So, the western air temple was where you went.

“We should be careful. They, uh, they probably won’t be very happy to see me,” Zuko stated as he prepared the ropes, making sure they were tight enough for you to safely climb down into the temple.

“You’ve been chasing after them for the better half of a year now, but they haven’t seen you since Ba Sing Se. It was Azula who tried to kill the avatar, not you. I’m sure they’ll be able to find it in their hearts to give you a second chance.”

“Well,” his tone was almost high in guilt as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “I might have hired an assassin to hunt him down when I found out he was still alive.”

“Zuko!” you yelled, scowling at him.

He hushed you, clearly afraid that someone nearby might hear you, and avoided your angry gaze. “I know, I know. It was a bad idea but it was before I… before I decided to be good.”

You sucked in a deep breath, held it for a few moments and dispelled your anger with a long exhale. A was a trick your mother had taught you when you were young, one that always helped you keep a cool head. It was a teaching Zuko could certainly learn from as well.

Zuko was quick to descend into the temple after that, tugging on the rope when he reached the bottom to let you know it was safe for you to follow. He seemed lost in thought when you landed beside him, the sound of your feet hitting the floor hadn’t even caused him to glance your way.

Then came the sound of a beast, a sound the both of you recognised all too well. Zuko grabbed you and jumped back, making sure to conceal you both as the avatar’s bison flew overhead. He narrowed his eyes before gesturing to a staircase behind you both. “Come on, up here.”

It didn’t take you long to realise that Zuko had been here before, likely on his search for the avatar, which meant the last time he had visited this temple was with his uncle by his side. You could only imagine how strange it must have felt for him to have been here now, still in search of the avatar but this time as a friend.

Zuko insisted you took a moment to rest before seeking out the avatar and his friends. He joked and said the two of you would need all your energy if they turned hostile and chased you away but you knew what was really troubling him.

He, Prince Zuko, was nervous. Nervous of how they were going to react when they found him. Nervous of how he would speak to them. He wasn’t the most sociable person, as you both knew, and he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to be sure he wouldn’t say the wrong thing, especially when he knew that he was the last person any of them would want to see.

When he was ready and had finished practising his introduction to a nearby toad — much to your own amusement — he took a deep breath and slumped to the ground.

With a soft smile, you sat down in front of him. “It’ll be fine. Just speak from the heart, tell them that you want to help — that we want to help. He’ll need someone to teach him firebending and I doubt he’s got too many options. They’ll come around.”

“Yeah, okay. Speak from the heart. I can do that.” He smiled back at you and pulled himself to his feet with a newfound determination. At the very least, having you by his side helped boost his confidence.

You approached the flying bison as it came to land, frowning just a little when the two of you had gone unnoticed and the avatar and his friends began to climb off on the other side.

“Oh, and you’re gonna love the all-day echo chamber!” the avatar exclaimed, clearly excited to show his friends around one of his people’s temples.

Just hearing his voice almost made you excited too but the looming fear that the conversation you were about to have wouldn’t go well was weighing too heavily on your chest. Zuko only wanted to help, you only hoped they would understand that. At least they had no reason to doubt you, other than the fact that you were once again approaching them by Zuko’s side, but you had tried to help them back in Ba Sing Se. Surely they would remember that.

“I think that’ll have to wait,” the young girl whom you remembered to be called Toph spoke, clearly noticing your presence with her earthbending.

The bison moved aside, revealing both you and Zuko, who raised his hand with a smile. “Hello, Zuko here.”

All four of the group adopted a defensive stance with angry scowls on their faces, clearly expecting you and Zuko to attack. To try and show them you came in peace, you both stood at their mercy, neither of you raising your arms to fight.

“Hey, we heard you guys flying around down there so we just thought we’d wait for you here.”

The bison was the only one to move, roaring loudly before licking Zuko from his feet to the top of his head.

You chuckled as you watched the creature’s clear display of affection. “Looks like someone remembers you.”

When the bison licked his face again, the avatar finally lowered his staff with wide eyes. Not that you could blame them for their confusion since there was no way they could have known it was Zuko who had freed the bison back at Lake Laogai..

Zuko rubbed the slobber from his face as he spoke, “I know you must be surprised to see me here.”

The watertribe boy, Sokka, frowned. “Not really since you followed us all over the world.”

Awkwardly, Zuko looked away. “Right… Well, uh, anyway, what I wanted to tell you about is that I’ve changed… and I, uh, I’m good now and well, I think I should join your group,” he looked at you and corrected himself, “we should join your group. Oh, and I can teach firebending… to you.”

The four of them only grew more confused, their eyes flicking between you and Zuko. They seemed to be thinking but they had still not let down their guard. Getting them to trust either of you, especially Zuko, was going to be no easy task.

“See… I, uh—”

“You wanna what now?” Toph cut him off with far too much anger residing in her soft features, her jaw almost clenching as she made it clear she thought what Zuko was saying to be crazy.

“You can’t possibly think that any of us would trust you, can you? I mean how stupid do you think we are?” Katara snapped before turning her attention to you, “And you? You may have tried to help us back in Ba Sing Se but even now you’re still with him? Don’t you remember all the things he’s done?”

Sokka chimed in next, he too wishing to say his peace, “Yeah, all he’s ever done is try to hunt us down and capture Aang!”

“I’ve done some good things!” Zuko cut in, trying his hardest to defend himself, “I mean, I could have stolen your bison in Ba Sing Se, but I set him free. That’s something.”

The bison licked him once again, proving to them all that he at least approved of Zuko being there.

“Appa does seem to like him,” Toph concluded and finally began to let down her guard.

“He probably just covered himself in honey or something so that Appa would lick him,” Sokka shrugged, “I’m not buying it!”

You went to speak, hoping that you would be able to sway them, but Zuko beat you to it.

“I can understand why you wouldn’t trust me and I know I’ve made some mistakes in the past—”

“Like when you attacked our village?”

“Or when you stole my mother’s necklace and used it to track us down and capture us?”

The watertribe siblings both stepped forward as they hurled their accusations at him. Zuko had told you that he had hurt them and that they would not be likely to trust him but he hadn’t given all the details. Hearing directly from them some of the horrible things he had done somehow didn’t surprise you but it still hurt to think that he was capable of such things before. He wasn’t that person anymore though and you knew that, you just needed to convince the rest of them of that too.

“Look, I admit I’ve done some awful things,” he confessed and pushed a frustrated hand through his hair, “I was wrong to try and capture you and I’m sorry that I attacked the Water Tribe… and I never should have sent that Fire Nation assassin after you…”

You seemed to realise it before he had because Zuko kept rambling about how he had wronged them and was trying to make things right but all four of them had grown angry once again. They clearly didn’t know that he was the one who sent the assassin after them, not until now.

“Wait!” Sokka cut in again, reaching for his boomerang, “You sent combustion man after us?”

Zuko seemed startled as he realised he had only made things worse but knew that all he could do now was come clean and hope they would eventually come around to the idea of him helping them.

“Well, that’s not his name but—”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to insult your friend!” Sokka remarked with a roll of his eyes, looking about ready to pounce.

“He’s not my friend!” Zuko snapped, clearly growing frustrated that they were still being so hostile toward him when he was all but wearing his heart on his sleeve. Not that you could blame them, in their shoes you would have felt the same.

Toph pointed an accusing finger at him with a scowl. “That guy locked me and Katara in jail and tried to blow us all up!”

Seeming to notice that the avatar was the only one not shouting at him, Zuko sighed and asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything? You once said you thought we could be friends. You know I have good in me.”

Without a word, Aang looked at his friends who all shook their heads with a frown. Then, he cast his eyes to you, someone he himself had seen as an ally once. You pleaded with him without words, silently begging him to give the two of you a chance.

Finally, he spoke, “There’s no way we can trust you after everything you’ve done. We’ll never let you join us!”

Your heart sank in your chest but you were nowhere near as crushed as Zuko. It was his actions that had brought him to this point. All his mistakes and bad decisions leading up to yet another rejection. It only hurt more this time because for once, he really was trying to do the right thing.

“You need to get out of here. Both of you.” Katara glowered at the both of you, her eyes two steely daggers.

Somewhat ready to admit defeat, you moved to place a hand on Zuko’s shoulder to urge him to leave. The two of you would be able to make a difference elsewhere, you were sure of it. Even if the avatar was refusing your help. Before your gentle touch could reach him, however, he burst again and began moving forwards as he flung his frustrated arms in the air.

“I’m trying to explain that I’m not that person anymore!” he cried out, trying one last time to convince them of his sincerity.

The four of them readied themselves once again, clearly taking his frustration as a sign of aggression. Once again, you couldn’t blame them. His notorious temper was getting the better of him again — a temper they had only seen before a fight.

“Either you leave, or we attack,” Sokka exclaimed, once again threatening Zuko.

The prince bowed his head before kneeling before them. “If you won’t accept me as a friend, then maybe you’ll take me as a prisoner.”

“Zuko…” you spoke with a soft breath, worried but also warmed by what he was willing to give up to help them.

“No! We won’t!” With a swing of her arm, Katara sent a force of water flying towards Zuko, knocking him back.

You ran to his side, kneeling in the puddle to help the drenched prince up.

“Get out of here and don’t come back!And if we ever see you again, well, we better not see you again!”

Dejected, he let you help him to his feet and shrugged you off, bowing his head as he walked away.

Before following him, you looked at the four of them, your eyes finally falling on the avatar as you spoke, “I know it might be hard to believe but he really is just trying to help.”

They didn’t utter a word as you followed after him, walking in silence as you left the western air temple.

You couldn’t blame them for their lack of trust in him, or you for that matter, but it still hurt to see Zuko so downtrodden. Finally, he decided to do what is right only to be ridiculed and chased away.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how stupid I am!” he began as he paced up and down, speaking more to himself than you, “I mean, what was I thinking? Telling them I sent an assassin after them? Why didn’t I just say Azula did that? They would have believed that! Stupid!” He groaned again and fell to his knees with a thud.

“You told them the truth, Zuko. That’s all you could have done. You tried and that’s better than not trying at all,” you tried to reassure him but he only flopped down onto his back, letting his hair spill out across the ground.

You sighed and moved to lay beside him, both of you watching the leaves sway in the canopy above. “Your uncle would be proud, you know.”

He turned his head towards you and waited until his eyes met yours before speaking, “You think so?”

With a tender smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you reached up to cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb across his skin. “I know so.”

He smiled back and pressed his forehead to yours, sinking into the warmth of your touch.

“I just… I don’t know what to do now. I can’t go home, not that I want to, and I can’t face my father alone. Not when it’s Aang’s destiny to stop him.”

You pulled back and sat up, stretching your limbs before rising to your feet. “We’ll find those that we’ve lost. We’ll find your uncle and then go search for my parents. If we can help anyone suffering at the hands of the Fire Nation along the way then we will. We don’t have to confront your father head on to make a difference.”

Zuko hummed and closed his eyes only for them to jolt back open when you lightly kicked his side.

“Well, come on then. If we’re going to be fighting firebenders I should at least know some basic moves.”

He crossed his brows and began to sit up, looking at you questioningly. “You want me to teach you?”

You only grinned. “Well, who else is going to?”

“Hmm, since you already know how to hold a flame I think we can start off with some basic techniques.” He returned your smile and stood before you, adopting a stance you had seen him use time and time again.

Standing opposite him, you tried your best to mimic his stance. He circled you, eyes scanning for any flaws, and nudged your knee forward, forcing you into a slightly lower squat. When he came back into sight again, he crossed his arms and hummed in approval.

“Good. Now, take a deep breath in. It is this breath that becomes the energy you need to extend from your body, creating fire.” He returned to his position and demonstrated, taking in a deep breath before punching a fist out in front of him. With a burst, flames shot from his fist, flickering around his knuckles and flew through the air beside you.

You steeled your expression and strengthened your stance, determined to learn at least some control over the element you feared most. As Zuko had done before you, you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on how it felt as it travelled through you. It was similar to the breath you had taken earlier to dispel your anger and you could feel the energy tingle under your skin as you focused it into your fist which curled at your side.

The prince watched on intently, moving to the side as you closed your eyes. When they opened again, you pushed your fist forward through the air with great force and, to your surprise, nailed the move first time.

Zuko clapped, applauding you as he stated, “You’re a natural.”

As the hours passed by, you were relieved to have managed to provide a good distraction for Zuko as he taught you move after move, honing your firebending skills. By the time the sun began to set and the cold night air closed in, you felt much more confident that you would be able to divert attacks from other firebenders by using their own flames against them.

You found some food for the night and made a small fire to keep you warm before cuddling up under a makeshift tent. Although you were worried Zuko would find it hard to sleep with so much still on his mind, you were relieved to find that teaching you had worn him out. His soft breaths hit your ear as he slept with one arm slung around you, holding you close.

The two of you slept for a while before you felt Zuko stirring beside you, sitting up slightly as he called out, “Who’s there?”

You sat up beside him, eyes peering through the darkness to see who or what was out amongst the trees. Before you could do anything though, Zuko pulled you behind him and sprung into action, conjuring a flame as he yelled, “Stay back!”

“It’s me!” a voice you recognised called out only just too late as the girl bended a wall in front of her to block Zuko’s attack.

Both yours and Zuko’s eyes widened when she stumbled back with a yelp, falling to the ground. “You burned my feet!”

Zuko was up before you. “I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” he protested as he began rushing towards her.

Toph backed up, crawling across the ground as she hurled boulders at Zuko. “Get away from me!”

“Let me help you! I’m sorry!” He tried again but the young earthbender only continued to flee.

You were finally on your feet as she yelled at him to get off of her and with one final move of offence, raised a pillar from the ground, sending Zuko flying. You were at his side in a second, already noticing he was hurt as he continued to yell after the girl.

“I didn’t know it was you!” he winced and grabbed his likely already bruising side, “Come back!”

With a cry of anguish he fell to his back and yelled at the world, “Why am I so bad at being good?”

You hushed him and pulled his head into your lap, already running your fingers through his hair. “It’s okay, she’ll be okay. Katara is a healer like me, she’ll be able to help Toph.”

He groaned and sat back up, holding in a sob of pain as he clutched again at his side. “I know, it’s just all I ever seem to do is make things worse.”

You squeezed his shoulder and moved to untie his shirt, reaching over for your waterskin as you pulled it open. The bruise was about as bad as you had expected from such a forceful impact. His skin was turning a dark shade of purple and was littered with painful scrapes and scratches. He sucked in a breath as you placed your hands against his skin, water already swirling around your fingers.

“Shhh,” you hushed him and smiled slightly as he visibly relaxed while the pain began to subside. It had been a while since you had been able to use your healing, what with having been in the Fire Nation for so long, but it felt good to be doing something to help someone again. You couldn’t relieve all of Zuko’s pain, but you could at least heal his physical wounds.

When you finished and whisked the water back into your waterskin, he pulled your hands back to him, placing them on his skin once again, and leaned forward until his head rested against your shoulder.

“They hate me,” he mumbled.

“They just don’t know you. Not the way I do.”

You smiled softly when he looked back up again, his amber eyes searching for refuge in your own. You were the only person who had ever looked at him like that, he realised. The only person to look at him with such tenderness in their eyes — such pure, unbridled love.

Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,

#prince zuko x reader #zuko x you #zuko smut #zuko angst #zuko fanfic #zuko fluff #atla zuko #atla #zuko avatar the last airbender #avatar #sokka avatar the last airbender #prince zuko x you #prince zuko

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roseeycreates-blog · 2 months

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I’ve been getting asks about the Farmer AU, and it's bringing me so much joy! 😂 There are 2 more asks left, so here’s something in the meantime. If you have more questions, just send them my way—it’ll make me truly happy! ANYWAY~

Here are the GAANG KIDS. Can you recognize who's who? 😊🤭

I had fun designing these on Picrew!~ female | male

After dating for a year, Lin decided to officially become Tenzin's girlfriend. Tenzin was over the moon, and his siblings noticed the sudden change in his attitude. They interrogated him until he cracked and confessed about Lin. Kya had an idea and told Tenzin they wanted to meet her. Tenzin hesitantly agreed, knowing his sister well enough to realize there was no stopping her. When the day came, they all met at a coffee shop. To Tenzin's surprise, Kya and Bumi weren't the only ones there—Princess Izumi and Suyin Beifong were also sitting at the table. Tenzin let out a huge sigh, touching his temples, while Lin just smiled at him, trying to calm him down. Lord Zuko's only daughter, Princess Izumi, was in town because, as the future Fire Lord, she needed to be up-to-date on all political meetings and such. Suyin was just bored at home, so she decided to come along. Lin was nervous at first, but seeing Tenzin looking more stressed than her helped her relax. As they settled down, Tenzin let Lin sit first. Bumi teased, "Wow, Tenzin, such a gentleman! You never do that for us." Kya chimed in, "Yeah, what's with the special treatment? You never pulled out a chair for me!" Suyin chimed in, "Seriously, Tenzin, that's a first!" Izumi added with a playful smirk, "Well, I have servants for that, but it's nice to see chivalry isn't dead." They all laughed, and Lin felt herself easing into the conversation. It felt like she had known them forever. Once everyone was comfortable, they asked Lin about her work and where she was from. She explained, "I own a farm outside Republic City. I originally came from Ba Sing Se." Bumi then pointed out, "Hey, weren't you featured in the newspaper recently?" Lin smiled, "Yes, that was me." Suyin asked politely, "Are you a bender by any chance?" Lin shook her head, "No, I'm not." Suyin remarked, "That's surprising. I'm an earth bender and imagine having that element, it would make farming a lot easier." Kya nudged her as Tenzin glared at Suyin. Izumi swiftly changed the subject, "So, Lin, how did you and Tenzin meet? I'm curious… What did you see in him?" Lin and Tenzin were caught off guard by Izumi's question. Lin glanced at Tenzin, who looked slightly insulted but then smiled at her, encouraging her to share the story. Lin took a deep breath and started to explain, "Well, we met for the first time…"

#farmer au #farmer lin #lin beifong #suyin beifong #firelord izumi #kya ii #bumi ii #tenzin #gaang kids

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bisexuallsokka · 9 months

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Zukka prompt: “stop trying to help me, it’s hurting you.” 😈😈😈

“Zuuuuko!”

Zuko’s hand holding the brush freezes, feeling caught and then immediately feeling bad for that.

Sokka hobbles into the library, the sound of his crutches getting louder until he turns the corner of a bookshelf and flashes Zuko a grin.

“There you are. Suki told me you’d be here somewhere. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were avoiding me,” he says.

It’s a good thing he’s distracted by looking at the items on the shelves, otherwise he might catch the guilty look on Zuko’s face.

“I just needed a change of scenery,” he says, looking back down at the scrolls he’s studying. It’s from a pile of reading material Iroh suggested he get familiar with. Iroh hasn’t left for Ba Sing Se yet, and he hasn’t said when he will, but Zuko already feels the overwhelming weight of his absence and he’s trying to get used to not needing him.

...Instead of spending time with him while he can still ask him questions in person and get his infuriatingly useful advice.

Zuko sighs. It made more sense in his head this morning. He reaches up and takes the crown piece out of his hair, feeling its weight more heavily. He places it on the desk.

“A change of scenery?” Sokka’s eyes light up when Zuko meets them. “Well, how about outside? I found this pond with the cutest turtleducks—“

Zuko hasn’t found it in him to go back there yet. He grimaces and Sokka notices.

“Outside is a no go then. Well, there’s other offices than the Fire Lord’s study, maybe you just need to try something else—“

“Sokka—“

“Or maybe we are still thinking too small. There are so many rooms in this palace, let me help you choose the perfect— shit.”

Zuko jumps to his feet. In his excitement, Sokka had gestured with one of his crutches and lost his balance, stumbling into the bookshelf with Zuko catching him right before he can fall to the floor.

“Sokka.” Zuko grits his teeth, his tone sharper than he intended. “Stop trying to help me. It’s hurting you,” he says quietly. This is far from the first time Sokka has tracked Zuko down or tried to find work to do instead of taking the time to heal. “You need to rest.”

Sokka looks hurt, and Zuko suddenly realizes how close they’re standing. His hands are still on Sokka’s waist to steady him even though he probably doesn’t need the support anymore. He takes a step back, hands falling to his sides.

“Sorry,” Sokka says, voice just as quiet. It feels…intimate, the two of them speaking quietly in the secluded corner of the library. “I just…I feel so useless. After months of constantly having a purpose, of knowing I can always find something to do to help, it feels impossible to just lie in bed all day. And you’re here trying to run a whole nation alone, Zuko.“

“I’m not alone," Zuko says automatically, but it sounds like a lie even to himself.

At the look Sokka gives him, he's not buying it either.

“I mean, it would probably be helpful to have some company,” Zuko admits. It’ll probably take him longer, sure, but maybe it won’t feel so painfully lonely. “Or you could help me interpret some of this handwriting.”

Sokka’s eyes light up. “Now that, I can do. You better get used to reading messy handwriting, though, otherwise we’re going to have a hard time keeping in touch through letters once I go back home,” Sokka tells him.

Zuko blinks in surprise, then smiles. “I can do that. Come on, let’s go do this outside. I’ve been meaning to revisit that pond you mentioned.”

#sorry this is late i actually wrote it when u sent it but then i died. here it is now #transboyzuko #thanks for the prompt!#ask me stuff #my writing #prompts

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kitty-kei · 2 years

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Fiery Familiarity - Part 1

here’s part 1! this is some more world-building groundwork, establishing the reader's place in the gaang! i'll be posting part 2 soon and it'll be more exciting i promise lol. pls read the prologue to better understand the story

words: ~1k

prologue | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Ever since you left the Fire Nation, you’d been having a bit of a hard time adjusting. Having become so used to the life of luxury you once knew, it was hard to survive. You had long since ditched your old clothing, opting for more muted, inconspicuous tones. You hopped from town to town, helping transport resources in order to further your journey. Eventually, you reached a far-off Earth Nation town, by the name of Gaoling, seeking refuge there. You learned to fend for yourself, taking odd jobs to pay for your meals.

You survived on your own for 5 years before meeting the Avatar. You had to get scrappy to keep up with the changing times. Life wasn’t always kind to children, even in Earth Kingdom cities. There was still a war going on, after all. In those years, you managed to earn yourself plenty of scars, including a nasty one on your face. It spanned from the left side of your chin all the way up to the bridge of your nose. It puts a damper on possible jobs when you look like you’re trouble just waiting to happen.

That’s how you ended up getting roped into helping Xin Fu with his underground fight ring. It was tedious, but it was all you had. Until you met “The Blind Bandit” who you soon came to know as Toph. She was an abrasive girl, but you could tell she was no weaker than anyone else despite her blindness. Then, somewhere along the line, the Avatar had found her, begging her to come be his earthbending teacher.

Late one night, after watching Toph fight Xin Fu and his goons, you decided to follow her, and the Avatar, back to her home.

“Of course it doesn’t change the way I feel about you, Toph. It's made me realize something.”

You saw Toph's head lift, milky eyes full of hope, “It has?”

“Yes. I've let you have far too much freedom. From now on you'll be cared for and guarded twenty-four hours a day.” You could feel your heart drop, the tension in the room so painful you couldn’t bare to hear more. You watched as a lone tear slipped down Toph’s face.

You waited until she had returned to her room before sneaking to her balcony. You slipped behind her guards, knocking them out as quietly as possible. You cracked open the door, “Toph? Toph, are you there?”

“Y/n? What are you doing here, you’re going to get caught.”

“Hurry, we don’t have much time. I’ve knocked out the guards but it won’t be long until more come. I’m getting you to the Avatar, even if it’s the last thing I do. I’d sooner get arrested than watch you rot here. You deserve your freedom, Toph.”

Toph smiled, “Well then, what are we waiting for?”

Once you caught up with Aang, Toph insisted you come with them. The others had agreed, saying that any friend of Toph’s was a friend of theirs. So you’d begun your long journey. Appa’s shedding had brought you not only an unexpected visit from Azula, but also the knowledge that Zuko had been chasing after them for so long now. Hearing the stories you told of what he had done… Your heart ached. Not only for them, but for Zuko. A boy so sweet who had been so swiftly corrupted by his family's twisted perception of right and wrong, of their “victory”.

You knew from then on that you couldn’t share your past with them, not truly.

You traveled on through the desert, where you lost Appa. You all watched as Aang spiraled, throwing himself deeper into despair. So you traveled to Ba Sing Se, where you searched for that loveable beast. But when you finally got him back, things crashed and burned once again.

Azula, the coup, the Dai Li, it was all happening so fast. You had decided to go with Aang to rescue Katara, knowing that Zuko would be there. Suddenly, you were very thankful that you left the Fire Nation before you had the chance to meet Iroh. He was a kind, wise old man, but you couldn’t risk being recognized. Listening to his advice for Aang gave you hope that not all firebenders were bad.

Arriving in the cavern was breathtaking for more than one reason. Not only were the crystals gorgeous, but seeing Zuko all grown up… It made your heart soar and crash simultaneously. You had heard the whispers of the banished prince, outcast by his own father in search of a long-lost enemy. You just hadn’t seen him until now.

Your voice tumbled in a whisper before you could stop it, “Oh Zuko…” His once youthful face was now so tired, so worn down. His left eye was scarred into a permanent squint, the burn spreading over his ear. You could feel your heart twist in your chest. He used to be so full of life, even with his awkward disposition. He was just a child. To think that his own father would do this to him…

Watching him side with Azula was almost as painful as seeing how far he had fallen over the years. After seeing the look of hope on Katara’s face when she thought he had changed, watching her face contort into horror when he attacked. Watching him stand by as Azula killed Aang… You couldn’t bare to meet his eyes as you left with Katara, praying that Iroh would be alright. You knew Azula wouldn’t show him any mercy, family or not.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender x reader #zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #firebender reader #gn!reader #zuko #atla

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serpentinearchitect17 · 2 months

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I figured it was time to do another rewatch of ATLA, and I’m so glad I did! Going through all the episodes re-ignited my love for the series and sparked my interest in writing again. Zutara always has, and always will, hold all of my heart. They have me in a chokehold like no other. But, can we take a moment to appreciate Zuko and Jet’s little moment of friendship? We were ROBBED of more scenes of the two of them 😭

Anyway, I went back to one of my unfinished fanfics on my computer. It’s a Zutara adaptation based on the Netflix show, Dash & Lily (with Zuko taking the role of Dash and Katara taking the role of Lily). Maybe I’ll continue it someday. I’d like to, since I think it has the potential to be a cute and fun story to write. Let me know if this is something you’d like to read in the future.

There’s one scene that I partially completed. It’s between Zuko, who’s a grad student at Ba Sing Se University, and Jet, his best friend and roommate, who’s a bartender in a restaurant. It’s a modern AU fic with no bending.

I thought I’d share the scene here, just for fun. Otherwise, it’ll keep gathering dust 😅 Enjoy this platonic Jetko banter!

*****

Pushing open the set of double doors to the restaurant, Zuko shivered from the sudden blast of warm air. As soon he stepped inside, he stamped his feet against the mat, dislodging any remnants of the snow and ice from his boots.

Looking up from the ground, he found the place practically empty, except for a few stray customers who were either finishing up their dinners or were lingering, chatting with their dining partners. Considering that it was about an hour until closing on a Tuesday, he wasn’t surprised to see the slow pace of the restaurant. Still, a blend of spices – cardamom, coriander, and curry, if he had to guess – wafted around him, signaling that the kitchen hadn’t stopped making dishes for the night. He breathed in deeply, hoping the comforting aroma would center him as he made his way towards the bar.

From his vantage point, there was only one person in that area – the lone figure in a black t-shirt behind the bar. Thank Agni it was just him tonight. Zuko shuddered at the thought of having to share the space with other patrons when he was in such an awful mood.

Inching closer, Zuko could hear Jet whistling a jaunty tune, as he hung glasses on the rack above his head. Once Jet’s eyes landed on the bedraggled grad student, he flashed a bright grin.

Before Zuko could open his mouth to greet the bartender, Jet raised an eyebrow and drawled, “You look like you could use a drink.”

Sighing, Zuko nodded. “More like five,” he muttered, slumping into one of the large bar stools.

Chuckling lowly, Jet pointed a finger at Zuko. “I’m cutting you off after two. As your roommate and best friend, I say this with all the care in the world –” He paused dramatically before bluntly announcing, “You’re a fucking nightmare when you’ve had too much to drink, especially when you’re in public. At least I could have some fun if you were a handsy drunk or a reckless one. But, no, you just have to be the rudest, meanest drunk I’ve met in my entire life.” He shook his head, his lips curling into a smirk. “I mean, you’re always rude, but alcohol makes it twenty times worse.”

Narrowing his eyes, Zuko snarled through his teeth, “Fuck you.”

Unperturbed by his friend’s mood, Jet simply winked. “Maybe later, gorgeous.”

Instantly flushing at his words, Zuko crossed his arms and growled, “Just fix me a fucking drink. I don’t care what it is, as long as it’s strong and makes me forget about the day I’ve had.”

Jet raised both hands in surrender. “Fine. Here’s the deal, though – you’re gonna drink the whole damn thing without threatening to maim or murder me.”

A loud groan escaped Zuko, but he relented with a wave of his hand. “Whatever. If I were sane right now, I’d punch you and tell you to fuck off. But, I’m not, so just go for it.”

Jet pumped a victory fist in the air before rubbing his hands together, almost maniacally. “Bro, you’re in for a treat.”

Making an impatient gesture, Zuko shot a sharp glare at Jet. “Hurry it up, will you?”

Turning his back, Jet got to work. He grabbed two bottles of liquor and a handful of other ingredients, purposely shielding his actions from Zuko’s view, which in and of itself was highly disturbing. Of course, Zuko trusted his friend not to drug or poison him, but at the same time, his level of concern steadily increased as he watched Jet throw item after item into a cocktail shaker.

A minute later, the drink was poured, and a glass slid across the bar. Zuko caught it easily with his right hand, thankful for his quick reflexes.

“Drink up, Z.”

“Cheers.” Zuko knocked back a good portion of the concoction, which apparently was a huge mistake. His face immediately screwed into a look of utter disgust, as he coughed out violently, “What the fuck did you just give me, Jet?!”

Doubling over with laughter, Jet slapped the bar counter. “That’s my ‘Get Zuko to talk’ drink! I just made it up on the spot! Isn’t it awesome?”

Shoving the offending drink away, Zuko wheezed, “That, right there, is the foulest thing I’ve ever tasted. And that includes all the horrible drinks and foods Azula has made me try over the years just to torture me!”

After righting himself and taking a breath, Jet turned to Zuko with a snort. “Oh, lighten up. It’s not that bad.”

“You’re not the one who tasted it, you jackass!” Zuko argued, finally settling down from his coughing fit. “Seriously, what did you put in there?”

Shrugging, Jet listed the ingredients as if he were talking about something as mundane as the weather. “A blend of Maotai and the Earth Kingdom’s strongest whiskey, crushed ginger, crushed lychee, a few sliced Thai chili peppers, freshly squeezed mandarin juice, and carbonated coconut water.”

#avatar the last airbender #atla #zutara #zuko x katara #zuko #jet #platonic jetko #Zuko and Jet are friends #fanfic

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kingwuko · 19 days

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Hey

can we please get a Preview for

you’ll be the death of me ?

OOOhhhh I would love to share something! The first draft of this chapter is almost done, actually! Enjoy a little snippet, but please excuse any errors since I haven't gotten to editing yet:

“Oh, I'm not keeping it.” Wu waves his hand dismissively as Mako opens the satomobile door. “It's a gift.”

“Really? You spent that many yuans on a gift?” Mako asks.

“Yes,” Wu says pointedly. “A gift for the university. The dean will love having it to display in the history wing!”

Mako puzzles that out for a moment. Wu had just dropped thousands of yuans on a gift. Thousands of yuans would be life changing for plenty of people. Wu throws it away on a single item from a ‘charity' auction, but then gives the artifact to the university. It's somehow generous and selfish at the same time. Royal money lines Wu’s pockets, taxed from the people in the Earth Kingdom and set aside in a seemingly bottomless account for Wu to do as he pleases here in Republic City.

Of course, Mako can't judge the way a person obtains their money, all things considered. What's more ethical? Wu using earth kingdom taxpayer's money—to which he is legally entitled—to enjoy a frivolous but generous lifestyle; or Mako laundering blood money to set up a windfall for his brother?

Yeah. He's not really interested in a philosophical debate about that.

“So that's the plan for tomorrow? Should I arrange for a security sweep of the University campus?”

“I suppose so,” Wu says carefully. “It’s been a while since I’ve visited. I guess you’ll want to have Hira comb over the place. It’ll be good to be back, though.”

“Back?” Mako asks.

“Yes, I was a student there, before…” Wu averts his eyes and stares out the satomobile window.

Oh. Before the riots in Ba Sing Se. Before the entire royal family was killed.

Mako doesn't know the details. He doesn't want to know the details. And Wu probably doesn't want to talk about the details.

Wu plasters a smile on—not quite fake, but more like he’s trying to force it—and elbows Mako. “You can meet Dean Shihan! She’s a real spitfire. Believe it or not, she and I are related.”

Mako frowns. “I thought… Is she in line for the throne…?” Mako asks, suddenly concerned that he might have to pull off another job so Kuvira can claim the kingdom permanently.

“No, no. Of course not!” Wu says, almost frantically. “She’s a very distant relative, my fourth cousin, once removed. She’s not from the royal side of my family. She was born into a lower noble family, but she left the Earth Kingdom a long time ago to travel and study. She’s not even an Earth Kingdom citizen, since she became a citizen of the United Nations. Nope! You’re looking at the last Hou-Ting, right here, buddy. The royal line ends with me!”

“Oh,” Mako says lamely. He isn’t sure if Kuvira would find such a person a threat to her agenda. Wu seems insistent, so hopefully not.

The royal line ends with me.

Wu has no idea how true those words are.

#wuko #prince wu #mako #king wu #answered ask #anonymous #fanfiction

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ssreeder · 1 year

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ALSKFJG to be fair Reedy i for one am not complaining about the length over here, there's a thrill to each update. Idk if I've mentioned before that the first thing i do when I'm scrolling through ao3 is to set my filters tl show only complete works. I'm not strong enough to deal with uncompleted works, but at the same time, if i go on too long like that, i end up missing the thrill of just... Going along for the ride, checking when there's an update, hyping myself uo when there IS and I'm not ready to deal with it, taking a moment to breathe after i read it, get lost in the possibilities of what's to come until the next chapter comes out

Like... It is fun, to be able to enjoy a story to it's fullest extent, and there's a certain joy that can't be replicated by reading it all in one sitting, a joy that comes from having to sit with what you have and *wonder*

And BOI am i fucking wondering what's going to happen, i have a ticking time bomb stressing me out constantly in the form of a somewhat unhinged but ultimately baby 14 year old called Azula, and meanwhile zuko is sneaking into sokka's bedroom and I'm just here sitting watching reading knowing that's just BEGGING for trouble bc WHAT IF SOMEONE COMES IN, and also toph absolutely knows bc she literally can feel the extra heartbeat but she minds the business that pays her

I hope it's that, anyways, and not toph waiting for the moment to bully sokka, which i WOULD appreciate but... I wouldn't wish to be sokka for that if that's the plan. And talking about bullying. JET JET JET JET. You've got me over here stressed out for jet waking up bc like... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH. PAIN. I WANT HIS PAIN. I CRAVE HIS SUFFERING. I NEED TO SEE WHAT HE'LL DO NOW. Reedy what have you done to me. You have me rooting for jet. In a twisted backwards way but still

And katara deserves the world, she has no idea what's coming and god will she hate it but she's doing her best she deserves some vacations. They're not coming tho. Bc as soon as jet wakes up to cause problems on purpose she'll probably find out zukka is a thing and she still doesn't like zuko so the poor girl is bound for whiplash and then the water tribe is getting into ba sing se but not for long! Because Azula is a menace and she's out for blood and i oove her but that kid needs to be adopted soon before she burns the world (is she going to get adopted? Puppy eyes over here begging for her to be adopted. She'd look great in water tribe blue) (i know that's not what this story is about but a guy can dream ok?)

Anyways. This is what you do when you leave me to think about the future of the story for too long. The possibilities are simmering in my brain

-Fragile heart

Hahaha - well we are officially on this journey together pal! Im glad you hopped on before we got to the end lol.

Im confident a certain earth bender knows that a certain highly strung fire bender is sneaking in through the window at night. Im sure she is just waiting for the right time to commence the teasing.

Jets awakening won’t be next chapter but the one after that! (I couldn’t fit it all this next chapter haha) but it’ll be a mess I can assure you that.

Katara isn’t getting a break anytime soon! & no I’m sure she won’t be THRILLED to find out about zukka mostly because her interaction with Zuko doesn’t go so smoothly next chapter ha……. Oops

As for azula…. Hmmm….. we’ll see ;)

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morfinwen · 2 years

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For the WIP ask, how about (a:tla) twenty years, The Stars are Different Here, Wait. Us?, and justice and scars, please?

(a:tla) twenty years

This is the one i told you about, with Dai Li brainwashing, OCs based on Austen characters, and focused on Zuko and Katara's oldest daughter Kanna. The placeholder title is due to it taking place twenty years post-canon.

Excerpt:

From how negatively her mother spoke of Ba Sing Se, and how her father never spoke of it at all, Kanna knew they wouldn't have wanted to revisit their old neighborhood even if they had been able to make the trip.

But Kanna did. The colony where her father had been born had been split into two separate cities after the end of the Hundred Years War, and from the sound of it most of what had been Lan Shi had been demolished to make way for new buildings. There was even less of the village where her mother had grown up, as it had been burned to the ground, its people scattered throughout the Earth Kingdom and further beyond. And while her parents talked sometimes about visiting the Fire Nation or the Northern Water Tribe, between their duties to the estate and the demands of raising five kids, it didn't seem likely they would ever do more than talk about it.

She had grown up surrounded by the Earth Kingdom, raised on it as much as any true Earth Kingdom child, but though there were pieces of her that were unquestionably, unchangeably Earth Kingdom, they could never replace the parts of her that weren't. Her hair and complexion were Water Tribe, and her eyes and chin were Fire Nation. She loved the spicy dishes her father made, and looked for her mother's stories in the constellations of the night sky.

The people of the estate -- Colonel Baome and his wife, their children, her mother and sisters, his staff -- had always been kind to her and her family, but she didn't fit. Not like Shara and her brothers and cousins did. Kanna loved the estate, she really did, but she wanted to know what it felt like to belong somewhere. She didn't think she'd find it in Ba Sing Se, not even if her parents had lived there for years instead of weeks, but who knew.

The Stars are Different Here

This is a branch of the Allwinter 'verse. To steal my earlier description of it, it’s about a boy who, recently resurrected after having been dead for four years, finds himself in a city that has been anomalously cut off from the rest of the world. He embarks on a road trip with some people from that city to reunite with his dad, who lives in a different city that has also been anomalously cut off from the rest of the world, just in an alternate universe, and approximately 30 years in the future.

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“Maybe not. Maybe we’re needed for something else. Maybe we won’t know till we get there,” Greg says, and takes a sip from his glass. She ‘hmms’ in acknowledgement. He looks up at her, eyes sparkling with the genuine, boyish excitement that never fails to charm her. “It’ll be an adventure!”

Sara smiles wryly. “Like everything else since the Storm.” Like the insects, she thinks, and the heat flares and the ghosts. The eclipses and the floods they cause. The storms in summer that rain strange, often dangerous materials. The way that nothing is truly predictable anymore, making every day a series of educated guesses (at best) on how to stay alive.

“Like everything else,” Greg agrees. There’s something blue to his words, and she knows he means Warrick coming back. The colors she’s still getting used to that give warning, or a gentle nudge in the right direction, or a reminder. The voices he hears from a future that’s become more reassuring than it is alarming. The building where the dead come back.

He finds the blue in everything; finds it, even where there’s barely a hint of it, and shows it to her.

Wait. Us?

This is easily the oldest story on the list, seeing as it's been six and a half years since i worked on it! It takes place after Knights of the Old Republic II: canonically, the Jedi Exile takes off into unknown space, leaving the various people she trained as Jedi behind to rebuild the Jedi Order. They're a motley bunch including a Mandalorian bounty hunter, an ex Sith assassin/torturer, a scholar raised in the Jedi Order but left untrained due to a lack of masters, a sheltered Echani warrior who basically left a cult made up mostly of her own family members, an engineer profoundly affected by the recent war (most pointedly, barely contained contempt for the Mandalorians, and PTSD and guilt over his role in ending the war), and the sole survivor of a planetary massacre who until recently had a Force bond with a Sith who was basically a walking black hole. The mental image of these different people, some of whom can barely stand each other, trying to rebuild the Jedi Order of all things is ... a colorful one, to say the least.

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"Confusing you isn't hard, Rand. I'm not here to stop you, but to give your brain a chance to catch up to your ego, or whatever it is that got you out here."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

Mira rolled her eyes. "Check your belt."

"Wha - ? Oh, come on, Mira - "

Quicker than thought, she stepped forward and detached the silver cylinder affixed to his belt, hidden under his vest and held it up in one hand. "Well, look what we have here."

"Congratulations. You found my lightsaber. Jedi points for you."

She waved it at him. "If you're really so committed to leaving all this behind, what are you still doing with this?"

Atton had a perfectly logical, totally explanatory reason for doing so. He just couldn't think of it at the moment.

justice and scars

Another A:TLA story. While i believe there's a lot of symbolic and narrative significance to Zuko's scar never being healed, considering both the likely long-term effects of it (vision problems, hearing problems, constant pain, etc.) and the traumatic way he got it, i also like stories where it gets healed, undone, or averted. In this story, while at the Western Air Temple, Zuko ends up making a small offering at a shrine of a spirit. Said spirit, having been neglected for a hundred years or so, takes a liking to Zuko on this basis and decides to do something nice for him. That something is ... well, see the excerpt. :-)

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Like an old sour scent, the memory of his son confronting him -- him -- came back to him, sharpening Ozai’s frown. All the satisfaction of shooting lightning at him had been lost when the boy somehow redirected it, blasting it back in Ozai’s face. If he hadn’t been such a weakling, Zuko would have killed him.

It was incredible, really, how many ways the boy could find to disappoint him.

Suddenly he was aware of a presence to his left side, sharp and sizzling. For a split second, he could almost see it on the edge of his vision, something powerfully present and yet not fully there, either. But it was only for a split second, because in the next moment there was something on his face --

Fire.

Ozai screamed as his face was lit aflame. He screamed as the fire burned through his skin into the nerves and down every inch of him. He screamed as the heat consumed everything before it. He screamed as the smell of burning flesh overwhelmed him. He screamed until all he could hear was the sound of his own voice.

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Thanks for asking!

#valiantarcher #ask #answer #a:tla #zutara #wip ask #allwinter #knights of the old republic ii: the sith lords #fanfic #my writing #like i know how to tag this #video games are awesome

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wishingforatypewriter · 2 years

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Dreams and Doubts

For Baatar Jr. Week (Day 1: Dreams) @baatarjrweek

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According to the family lore, Baatar’s mother had seen Zaofu fully formed in a dream years before the first platinum dome pierced the sky. When his father was drawing his blueprints for the city, his main task was to bring her vision into the physical world.

But as Baatar himself set out to redesign the Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se, there was no vivid dream to guide him. Though she was in many respects the muse that fueled his work, Kuvira thought in units built and roads repaved, not fragments and poetry like his mother. He had known even before they left Zaofu that the aesthetic decisions surrounding the project would have to come from him alone.

As he sat behind the desk in the spare bedroom he and Kuvira were using as a shared office, trying to turn his notes about power grids and water lines into a place people could inhabit, Baatar felt a familiar uncertainty rise within him.

He had only ever managed his parents’ building projects, all his original designs either rejected or modified to the point of unrecognizability. How could someone like him even begin to tamper with one of the oldest, largest cities in the world?

He ran a hand down the length of his face and then brought an eraser to his sketch of the Loongkau District. His engineering corps was scheduled to start work there in the coming weeks and he still hadn’t finalized the designs.

After a few more minutes of erasing and redrawing, he crumpled the page he’d been working on and tossed it into the wastebasket that neared the point of overflowing. He was just beginning to work on his latest draft in earnest when Kuvira walked into the office, dressed in pajamas and holding a steaming cup of tea.

Baatar smiled when he saw her in the doorway, the vise grip of anxiety momentarily releasing its hold on him.

“What woke you up?” he asked, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was well past three in the morning and he knew she had an early start the next day.

Kuvira merely shrugged and placed the tea down on the desk, sliding it towards him, her concern tucked neatly within the gesture. “You haven’t been to bed yet,” she noted. “Any progress?”

Baatar ran a hand through his hair, then took a sip of the tea, letting the warm liquid and her presence soothe his nerves. “I think progress would be too great a term.”

Kuvira glanced down at the design and made a small approving sound. Her hand rested atop his. “It has promise,” she said, “as did the last three drafts you started.”

He cringed internally. “You saw those?”

“You missed the wastebasket a few times,” she said, her lips curving upward into a smirk. “What was wrong with them?”

Baatar shrugged. “Nothing I come up with seems good enough.”

Kuvira moved behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. “That’s your parents’ voices,” she whispered close to his ear. “What do you think?”

“The second draft had potential,” he said. “The one with the taller buildings, but I worry the skyline would look too much like Republic City.”

“You won’t know that until you finish the design,” Kuvira said and left a kiss against his temple. She then gave a quiet yawn. “Trust yourself.”

Baatar reached over for her hand and brought it to his lips. “Thank you,” he said. “You should head back to bed. You’re tired.”

“Are you coming with me?” she asked, her eyebrows raised suggestively in contrast with the sleepiness embedded in her posture.

Baatar flushed a bit, the look in her eyes scrambling his thoughts. After a moment, he shook his head. “I’ll probably be here until I’m finished with the design.”

“Would it bother you if I watched for a while? I’ve always wondered about your process, and it’s too cold to sleep, anyway.”

“I have to warn you, it’ll be more erasing than anything,” Baatar said, even as he motioned her over. Once she was beside him, he pulled her down onto his lap. “But you might at least find it warmer here.”

“I find those terms agreeable,” she said, making herself comfortable.

It took all of twenty minutes for Kuvira to fall asleep curled up against his chest. Baatar continued his work well into the morning, new clarity informing his designs as the weight of her steadied him.

He carried her into the bedroom of their Middle Ring apartment well after the day should have begun and when he finally fell asleep beside her, he dreamed of the city they would build.

#baavira #baatarjrweek #baatar jr.#kuvira #legend of korra

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i-am-extremely-mad · 1 year

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Since the OP has ensured that I cannot directly respond to his post:

https://www.tumblr.com/thatoneguy56fanfic/717973770556620801/canon-never-heard-of-it-but-thanks-for-helping

thatoneguy56fanfic

Ngl, that discussion about Mako yesterday has me wanting to write more post S4 Makorra content purely out of spite.

i-am-extremely-mad

#ao3 writer#legend of korra#fanfiction#makorra#I can’t stand Mako-haters#dude deserves more love from this fandom

Here's a better idea instead. Watch the whole show again so that next time you actually use what actually happened in canon as an argument. Here's how to best watch and understand the show:

https://i-am-extremely-mad.tumblr.com/post/705097614657470464/fandomsandfeminism-im-still-not-really-over

I will address his response in this way:

thatoneguy56fanfic

Canon? Never heard of it.

But thanks for helping to bring this post more notes. Hopefully it’ll reach more Makorra fans so they know that there’s still people in the fandom that still ship them.

#there is no canon in Ba Sing Se #Mako is a good character and I’ll say this till I die

Hmm @thatoneguy56fanfic, only 17 notes so far... I don't believe that there will be much more. It's not like they'll be popping the BIGGEST bottles anytime soon.

#r/ant #personal r/ant #text post #personal text post #this fandom is sometimes just... ugh #fandoms sometimes are just... ugh

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 1 year

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Honey Lemon (Part 3)

Senlin village isn’t terribly far from Miwu village. It is easiest to travel by cart or ostrich-horse but Azula can make the journey by foot. The sun is only just beginning to rise and it is already looking to be a rather fine day. Warm but not so much so as to be uncomfortable. It is indeed warm and early enough for her to be inclined to make the walk.

Kei Lo announces his arrival with a yawn. “Seriously, why do you make me get up so early?”

She shrugs. “I don’t. I merely make the suggestion and you agree.”

“Because I don’t want to hear you complaining about it later.”

“I don’t complain.” Azula insists. “I politely and persistently express my discontent on occasion.”

“That’s a really roundabout way of admitting that you like complaining about things.”

She shrugs again. “Well, at any rate, we ought to be up early today. We need to walk to Senlin today, remember?”

“I thought that we were going to the market to drop off this honey?”

“Yes, that why we are up so early.” She nods. “I have decided that I would like you to accompany me to find my glassblowing teacher. We can leave our honey with Baihe, I trust him to be able to sell it for us, it’ll attract some business for him to sell honey with his bread.”

“Wait, so we’re not taking the ostrich-horse cart? We’ve got a lot of crates here?”

“Yes, that’s true.” Azula taps her chin. “You can ride the ostrich-horse, I will walk alongside.”

“Are you sure?”

Azula nods, “I enjoy long walks now and again. I don’t like when my legs start to get stiff, it’s rather unpleasant.” She hefts the first crate onto the cart, the glass jars rattle in their respective slots. Kei Lo stacks another on top and she one more on top of that one.

She double checks all of the jars for cracks and the ostrich-horses for any injuries. “I believe that we are all set.” She dusts off her hands and gestures for him to take his spot astride the ostrich-horse.

They will be walking towards the sun whose golden rays fall across the field putting a flaming glow upon the dandelions in their yard and the buttercups in their garden. And they are off, just as the birds who are finally waking to begin their morning songs and routines.

.oOo.

Old lady Yoi greets her with a bracelet clicking wave and a gap-toothed smile. “How are your bees?” She asks. “They treating you well?”

“Very well, thank you, Yoi.” Azula replies.

“And what about Kei Lo?” She interrogates, jabbing a honey dipper at his ribs. “Is he being a dolt?”

“Kei Lo is just fine, no foolishness lately.” She pauses. “Rather, he has kept it to a minimum.”

The woman, appeased at last, lowers the honey dipper.

Azula helps the old woman to the honey cart. “I thought that I’d let you get the first pick.”

The woman’s eyes light up. “Yes, yes, thank you dear. You do make the best honey in Miwu!”

“Well of course.” Azula replies. “You are a respectable teacher. Perhaps we should make a batch of honey together as we did when I first moved here.” She offers. “I am headed to Senlin village to learn how to blow glass. We can form a partnership after I learn to make jars.”

Yoi picks her way through the jars and pulls one from the very middle of the middle most crate.

“Always makes me work.” Kei Lo grumbles to himself as he sets the crate back down.

“I would enjoy that very much.” Yoi pats Azula’s back as she passes. “My grandson will be out of town for the month–visiting family in Ba Sing Se. I could use some company. Stop by if the two of you get a chance.”

“Of course!” Kei Lo flashes a grin.

“We will have the chance.” Azula confirms. “Now that I’ve harvested all of this honey I will have plenty of free time.”

“Just give us a time and we’ll be there.” Kei Lo finishes binding the honey back to the cart.

“Stop by on your way home from Senlin tonight?”

“We can make that happen.” Azula agrees. “If you can have some of your honey tea and spring rolls waiting for us, that would be wonderful.”

“I’ll have them fresh and ready!” Yoi promises.

“We’ll see you then, old lady Yoi.” Kei Lo declares. “We’re off to give our honey to Baihe, he’ll be watching it for us if you want another jar.”

.oOo.

The woman in the doorway says that her name is Dao-Yan as she beckons Azula and Kei Lo inside. Her home smells of smoke, melted glass, and ginger. “It’s good to keep ginger around the house, keeps your nose sharp.” She mentions. “Go on, sit you down.” She gestures to two chairs.

Kei Lo takes his immediately. Azula takes a moment to look around and pick out the furnace and the kiln. Along the wall are shelves and shelves of pipes. There are sheers, jacks, and tweezers–although these are larger than any tweezers she has ever seen–upon the work tables and many other tools that she doesn’t have a name for.

Dao-Yan looks her up and down. This is something that she has grown quite used to.“We don’t see many Fire Nationals in Senlin.” She remarks. And for it, firebenders are quite a spectacle when they do come by.

“There aren’t many in Miwu either.” Azula replies. “Myself, Kei Lo, and a man who calls himself Ash Maker.” It had taken them quite some time to get used to seeing she and Kei Lo up and about.

“Ash Maker?”

“On account of his enjoyment of setting fires just to see the ashes afterwards.” Kei Lo clarifies.

“He is quite notorious.” Azula adds. “Mostly harmless.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you mostly harmless?”

“She’s about half harmless.” Kei Lo chuckles.

Azula sniffs. “I cause substantially less damage around the house than Kei Lo.” She watches the woman begin arranging the glass blowing tools.

“So how is it that two Fire Nationals have come to a small village like Miwu?”

“Things were getting overwhelming in Caldera City–not good for me…” She trails off. She still has the bags under her eyes but her skin has regained its color, she’s put on some weight, and her eyes have started to gleam again. Her head no longer beats incessantly. “I needed something quieter.” Some place where no one knows who she is. Some place where she can forget who she is when she needs to.

The woman gives a nod. “Miwu and Senlin are good places for that.”

Azula makes herself comfortable at the table.

“Now, we aren’t going to be doing any glass blowing today. I would like to go over all of the safety measures first.” She pauses for what she likely assumes will be a groan of disappointment.

Instead Azula folds her hands atop her knee. “Naturally.”

At this, Dao-Yan smiles. “I will also be going over all of the tools with you.”

“I am curious about this one.” She gestures to a metal rod with a conical structure affixed.

“Steam stick and puffer.” The woman answers. “The puffer can be used to expand the glass if you don’t fancy blowing into the pipe. The steam stick can be used similarly–when used with water the steam will help expand the glass. We will get into that.”

“Right, yes. Carry on.” Azula replies.

Glass blowing safety, of course, is common sense but she lets the woman walk her though it just in case there are any tidbits that might not occur to a beginner. It is when she begins talking about the tools that Azula’s full attentiveness resumes.

“The pipes, if I had to say, are the most crucial glass blowing tools, they are used to gather the molten glass and blow into it. You also have your marvers–this one is a brass one but you can also use steel–it is used to shape the glass.”

Azula can memorize this well enough but she scribbles a few notes just in case.

“The jacks will help you shape the side walls of the glass and the shears, you probably already know, cut and constrict it. You might not know what the pontil is though.”

“I do not.” Azula confirms.

“It is another sort of rod.” She holds it up. “You attach it to the base after the glass is taken off of the initial pipe and you can use it to attach other pieces to the glass. And, finally, the tweezers. These also help with the transfer from the pipe to the pontil.”

Azula puts her pencil down.

“Does everything make sense to you?”

“Perfect sense.” Azula confirms.

“So, are you going to show us some glass blowing?” Kei Lo asks?

“Well that depends.” She turns to Azula. “Are you a visual learner or do you prefer vocal instruction first?”

“Vocal instructions, please.” Azula answers, coaxing a groan from Kei Lo.

“The first step is to test the pipe for obstructions by blowing into it. And then…” she gestures for Azula to follow. “You take it to this furnace over here–it is important not to get it confused with the larger one. And you put just the tip of the pipe in to heat it up.”

“Could I, instead, use firebending?”

“Right, yes!” Dao-Yan beams. “I am not used to teaching firebenders. I suppose that you could use firebending, unless you want to try to do it the traditional Earth Kingdom way first.”

Azula hums, the entire point is to learn a new skill. But she also fancies the prospect of learning another way to use her firebending, to reshape it from a weapon to something more delightful. Something kinder, a hobby. “I would like to learn the traditional way so that I can have options.”

“Wonderful.” The woman nods. “Now, keep in mind that when you heat it up, at this stage, you don’t want the pipe to be too hot. You heat it until it just starts to turn red. If it’s absolutely radiant then it’s too hot! Then you’ll go to the main furnace over here, stick the rod into the cubical, and rotate it for an even gathering of glass. You’ll want to keep it rotating at all times to avoid sagging. Keep the rod horizontal and…”

“At waist level.” Azula fills in with what she has learned in their safety lecture. Although she knows a few people who could use a good whack in the head with a smoldering pipe.

“And then you can begin blowing through the pipe. Past incidents oblige me to emphasize that you are supposed to blow on the cool end of the pipe.”

“I wish I could say that I didn’t know people who would try from the hot end.”

Next to her, Kei Lo gives a sheepish and dopey smile. Azula rolls her eyes.

“I will show you how to shape the glass during our visual example. Mostly you will be working with the marvel and the sheers. Or you can do so with a lot of soaked parchment paper.” The woman continues to explain the process of reheating if need be and how to use the kiln. It all seems so simple, probably deceptively so.

She finds herself itching to get watch a glass bulb of her own creation bloom colorfully to life. And eventually she will have her colorful honey jars.

“Follow me and I’ll walk you through it a second time while making a globe.”

Kei Lo takes her hand and lets her rest her head on his shoulder as they watch Dao-Yan breathe life into a glass orb. She sprinkles orange powder over the bubble and mentions, “you can use powder, frits, or add small chips of colored glass to color your bulb. Power is good for making colorful streaks.”

And the result is stunning. The woman’s hands are more than expert. She is an earthbender who will hold glass fire in her hands. This, Azula believes, is an artful reminder of how it looks when all of the elements come together–the earth of glass, the fire of the furnace, the air of the puffer, and the water that helps make shaping possible.

It is the very harmony that the Avatar liked to talk of. All in just one fist sized glass bulb.

It is the very harmony that Azula needs.

She just hopes that the skill will come as naturally to her as firebending did, unlike beekeeping. Should she be so lucky, she will care for her bees and tend to glass. She will create sweet things and she will create beautiful things.

Her fire will be cherished not feared.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Kei Lo #Azula/Kei Lo #Fanfiction

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