#titaniafire

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Can you do Macbeth quotes? No pressure tho jus a suggestion because I’m in love with him

Angel: Wow, your fashion sense is great. I love your outfits!

Midnight: thanks, I dress well to distract myself from the fact my life is falling apart.

Angel:

Angel: does it work?

[bloededhoine]

Hello! For your head canon thing, Eskel ☯️◼️♦️ please

yes i love eskel thank you for this! also i was lowkey snooping on ur blog and the buzzfeed unsolved posts are fucking hilarious

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

■ -  bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

likes

spicy food that you can smell as soon as you go inside

taking scorpion for long rides and letting little kids pet her

the way grass looks after it rains

leather bound books

buying gifts for his brothers, he always puts a lot of thought into it and get a little competitive to have the best present

using his signs for fairly mundane things (igni to make tea, aard to close a door)

he knows how powerful his signs are and it pisses off lambert so win win

dislikes

people who don't take care of their animals

like if he sees a dog chained to a tree or a horse sleeping in mouldy straw he will 100% adopt it

politics. he doesn't judge geralt for getting involved, they just aren't for him

when people use the curse of the black sun to justify hurting young girls

since he met deidre he's broken the noses of 6 esteemed mages

drowner contracts

he hates getting water in his boots, it's the absolute worst

bedroom/house/living quarters

he's super neat and makes his bed every single morning

he doesn't like fancy things, his room at kaer morhen is mostly muted colors

except for a mural on the wall from when ciri wanted to try her hand at painting

it's really bad but never fails to make him smile

built a large desk so he can do research without lambert and geralt bugging him

he tries to keep plants, but gave up since he's away from home for so long

attempted to bribe lambert into taking care of them while he was away

did not work

lambert got drunk and thought the arenaria would appreciate a bit of vodka

has a deerskin rug in front of the fire for lil bleater

vesemir thinks goats should sleep outside but eskel doesn't want her to get cold

actually has a fairly large collection of trinkets, especially for a witcher

he likes having things to remember his family by when he's on the path

collection includes:

one of coën's daggers

a katakan tooth from a contract he did with lambert

a wolf pin deidre gave him

a copy of vesemir's encyclopedia of herbs

a spinning top he made with ciri

a dissection scalpel geralt gave to him

quirks/hobbies

really enjoys researching and learning all he can about monsters

it's easily his favourite part about being a witcher

all the major librarians in the north know him and set aside new books and studies they think he'll enjoy

really good at taxidermy

learned how to brew his own moonshine as a teenager

he loves the alchemical aspect and the getting-absolutely-soused aspect

likes having something to keep his hands busy

usually spins a coin on his knuckles, makes little wood carvings, or sharpens his dagger

if he doesn't have something on hand he'll end up scratching his scar

he's quite a good carpenter

makes a lot of the furniture in kaer morhen, usually with wood he cut himself

was devastated when yennefer threw the guest room bed off the balcony

[melzula]

The Blue Spirit

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of blood and injuries

request: could i request a princess!readerxzuko fire lillies blurb with the blue spirit ?

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

You knew better than to walk the streets of the lower ring by yourself at night, but you also knew that if you stayed another minute in that house you’d explode. Zuko’s sour mood was beginning to suffocate you, and you knew that if you didn’t give yourself the chance to cool off you’d feed right into his negativity and create a hostile environment in your new home, so you chose to excuse yourself from dinner and venture towards Miss Tai’s place in search of some company and an outsider’s perspective on your relationship troubles.

You understood that it would take Zuko some time to adjust to your new life as peasant refuges in Ba Sing Se, but sometimes it felt like he wasn’t even trying. Living in the lower ring was vastly different from the way you both grew up, but if you could get used to it then why couldn’t he? It didn’t matter what you said or did, he was constantly irritated and easily agitated and you were starting to second guess everything. Zuko would have to come to terms with his anger and shame in order to heal the years of heartache he’d endured, but the way in which he fought tooth and nail to hold onto the past had you questioning if you could ever truly have a future together. He loved you, that much you were sure of, but would you ever be enough for him? Could he stand to love you without his throne, without his father’s recognition?

“It’s a little late for you to be walking all by yourself, isn’t it?” A voice calls from the alleyway. You startle, so lost in the depths of your turmoil that you hadn’t even noticed you’d passed Miss Tai’s home and were now in a poorly lit, unsafe street. Three men appear from the shadows and just as you raise your arms to water bend a pair of hands hold your wrists in a tight grip and restrict your movements.

“Looks like we got a little water bender on our hands,” the man behind you chuckles.

“Get your hands off of me!” You protest as you thrash around in his hold. The man doesn’t budge, and a small gasp leaves your lips as you realize they’re beginning to close in on you.

“You know, you look a lot like that lost Princess they’ve been looking for,” one of the men points out. “I heard the Fire Nation would pay good money to whoever brought her in.”

“You’ve got the wrong girl,” you argue weakly, frantically glancing around in search of help. But the streets are empty, it’s too dry to pull water out of thin air, and with your hands restrained it seems you’re left completely defenseless. They’d hand you over to Azula and Ozai and then you’d be finished for sure.

“You’re close enough,” he chuckles. Tears well in your eyes at the thought of being taken away, of never getting the chance to see your family again, your home. The last memory Zuko and Iroh would have of you would be a moment full of bitterness and unhappiness before you stormed off, and you’d never get to say goodbye or express how much you cared for both of them.

“Let’s go cash in that reward,” their leader says with a smug smile, but before he can even take a single step forward he’s iswiftly swept off his feet and disarmed of his weapons by the masked assailant who stands above him. Your eyes meet the stoic face of the perpetrator and widen in recognition at the sight of him: the Blue Spirit. You always thought him to be a ghost, a fable passed between soldiers to scare fellow recruits, yet here he stood before you with his duel swords drawn at the ready. The men who hold you captive hesitate, but before you know it they charge towards your savior to attack.

You’re still kept in a tight grip by one of your captors, but you’re able to watch on in awe as the Blue Spirit fights off the thugs. His movements are quick and agile, fluid like a stream of water, and he has no trouble in scaring off his opponents until the only one left behind is the one who holds you in his grasp. You can feel the man tense, his hold loosening before he shoves you forward.

“H-Here, you can have her,” he insists. “She doesn’t even look like the Princess anyway!”

He runs off before the Blue Spirit can retaliate, leaving you alone with the mysterious stranger. You take in the silent man who stands before you, the haunting eyes of his mask seemingly staring straight into your soul, and it’s with a small gasp that you notice the trickle of blood that seeps from the gash on his bicep.

“You’re hurt,” you say, immediately reaching for his arm only for him to flinch away. A small frown plays upon your lips, your fingers cautiously extending towards him in the same manor you would approach a frightened animal, and this time he remains completely still. “Let me help you.”

There is no reply, and you take the silence as your cue to pull water from your pouch and focus it’s energy on the wound. Your eyes never leave the gash, but there’s a gentle smile on your face as you work in the comfortable silence you share with the spirit.

“Thank you,” you silently utter much to his surprise, “for saving me. I was so scared they were going to take me away from the people I love and send me off to the Fire Lord.”

Silence.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

The Blue Spirit tilts his head at you, prompting you to laugh and causing his heart to flutter in his chest.

“Well, it’s nice to have someone who listens for once,” you note thoughtfully, your smile slowly dwindling to a frown. “That’s why I was out here in the first place. I had to get away from home because the person I love... well, he’s had a hard life, and often times he takes his anger out on others. I try to be supportive and understanding but I can only stand so much. Sometimes I wonder if he still loves me.”

It seems the Blue Spirit has heard enough due to the way he suddenly yanks his arm from your hold. The wound is healed and your life is no longer in danger, so it’s time for him to leave. Your eyes soften, almost as if you don’t want him to leave you, and a pang of guilt resonates in his chest at the sight of your disappointment. It seems he’s been disappointing you a lot as of late.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to talk so much,” you apologize. “It’s just... I don’t know, I can’t explain it, but there’s something about you that makes me feel comfortable enough to share my thoughts and my feelings, and I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”

His gloved hand reaches out to you almost hesitantly then, as if afraid he’ll hurt you, and before you can feel the touch of his fingers against your face he’s gone in a flash, leaving you all alone once again.

“Princess!” A voice calls. You turn to see a worried Iroh approaching you in a hurry, relief obvious amongst his features at the sight of you safe and sound. “Thank goodness you are alright. I was afraid something might have happened to you. It’s dangerous to be walking alone at this time of night.”

“I know, I’m sorry Iroh,” you profess quietly, eyes casted downward with guilt. The old man only smiles before gently resting a hand on your shoulder and escorting you back home.

“Let’s get you home before Zuko makes himself sick with worry,” he says with a small smile, one you return faintly before casting a glance over your shoulder. The streets are empty and your mysterious savior is nowhere to be seen; you won’t mention anything to Zuko or Iroh about what happened that night, but the memory of the Blue Spirit will stay with you forever.

~~~

Zuko watches from the rooftops as Iroh guides you back home, your curious gaze peeking behind you in search of the Blue Spirit. A part of him feels guilty for keeping this from you, for not revealing himself right away, but you had looked so peaceful in the Blue Spirit’s presence, and he hadn’t seen you smile like that since your arrival in Ba Sing Se.

How terrible of a boyfriend had he been that you had to find comfort in a stranger rather than in your own partner? Your words had struck something deep within him, and it was with a guilty heart that he made his way back home before you could notice his absence.

When you return Zuko is sitting silently at the table mulling over a cup of tea, but he rises instantly at the sight of your shaken form. Neither of you say a thing as he pulls you into his arms and buries his nose into your hair, holding you close and secure to chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly only for you to hug him even tighter.

“Me too...”

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[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

I’ve saved the BEST Eskel headcanon the fantastic @titaniafire​ provided me with for last:

he has a secret dick piercing

hnnnnnnngnngngngngggg yeah. He does. You are correct. This absolute monster fucker did not hesitate to get a piece of metal in his dick.

(Probably didn’t help he was high on fisstech at the time) So yeah anyway he definitely has AT LEAST  a prince albert and you can’t change my mind thanks <3

He’s a freak. Thanks for coming to my TED talk

[jimakuchan]

And They Were Roommates...

Part Forty Nine

A/N: And there's the intervention. For Iroh's wife I chose to use his VA Mako wife's name. It just happened to work out that her name and Zuko's were very similar!! We are getting very close to the end you guys the big confession scene is just around the corner ❤️

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[queenxxxsupreme]

🍺 anon. I hope this helps in any case, imagine how sweet and giggly Eskel and his SO would be having a snowball fight in or around Kaer Morhen!

A/N: Babe I had a dumb moment and fucking wrote this but completely lost it among the other 753,249 WIPs I have so I never actually got around to posting it even though it very well could have been posted weeks ago... I am such a mess 

***

As you pushed the heavy doors to the keep open, a gust of wind blew into you, biting your nose and blowing your hair out of your face. 

You paused for a moment, debating on going back inside and just waiting for Eskel to return. He’d been gone all morning. He left right as the sun was coming up, needing to check on the animals. He promised he wouldn’t be long and that he’d be back in bed before you woke up, but that didn’t happen. Hours had passed and he had yet to return. 

You figured he’d gotten caught up in something else. Perhaps he wasn’t sneaky enough to slip past Vesemir. 

But you didn’t like the thought of just laying around in the warmth and comforts of your bed while he was out working. 

So with a deep breath, you stepped out of the keep. 

Snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way towards the shelter for the goats. All six of them, Lil Bleater included, were huddled up on a fresh bed of straw. She lifted her head at the sight of you, letting out a rather loud bleat.

“Daddy isn’t in here, is he?” You stepped into the shelter, shutting the door firmly behind yourself, and moved to pet all the goats. You couldn’t just leave without saying hi to them. 

Once you’d given them some love and attention, you headed towards the stables. 

As the door to the stable creaked open, you heard a quiet whispering. But it soon stopped. You stayed there by the door, listening carefully. 

“Doll?” His voice made you smile. “Is that you?”

Scorpion’s stall was the first one you came upon. 

“I was afraid you’d gotten lost.” You rubbed the horse’s nose. “You’ve been gone for nearly three hours.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry, doll. Lost track of time.”

You moved down to the last stall on the right, finding Eskel brushing Lambert’s horse, Champion.

“You didn’t have to come find me.” He glanced up at you, golden eyes shining from the fire burning just behind you. 

“What if you were lost in the snow?” You raised a brow, a teasing tone playing on your voice. 

He chuckled. 

“I think I’d manage.”

You rocked back and forth on your heels, rubbing your hands together as you waited for him to finish. 

“Doll, you can go back to bed.”

You hesitated, wanting to have him in bed with you. 

An idea popped into your head. You nodded, letting a frown come over your lips. 

“I’ll see you upstairs.” You moved forward to kiss him. 

He hugged you tight and then let you go. Eskel watched you leave, eyes lingering on the door even after you disappeared. 

***

He pushed the doors to the stables shut behind himself and began to head towards the door to the keep. He found himself looking at the ground as he walked, following the tracks you left behind in the snow. He smiled a little, knowing very well you had shuffled your feet most of the way.

As he neared the main doors to the keep, his brows furrowed together. Your tracks seemed to veer away from the doors and disappeared around a corner. 

The witcher paused for a moment to listen. That’s when he heard your heart beating. 

“Y/N?” He moved towards the corner, confused and a little concerned. 

Just as he was peeking around the corner, something cold hit him on the front of his neck. He stepped back in shock, hands coming up to check and see what it was that had hit him. 

Your laughter broke through the air. 

“I got you!” 

Eskel’s eyes found you, clutching your chest as you laughed. 

“You’ve been out here this whole time?” He asked, raising his brows. “You were waiting for me to come by so you could hit me with a snowball?”

You nodded, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. 

“My turn.” Eskel smirked a little, kneeling down to scoop up some snow. 

“No!” You gasped, pointing a finger at him. “Eskel!”

“Don't worry, doll. I'll be gentle.” He took a few steps towards you. 

You turned and darted across the courtyard, seeking cover behind a tree. 

“Oh, doll.” Eskel sighed mockingly, shaking his head. “That won't protect you from me.”

“Eskel! I was just messing with you!” You kept yourself as close to the tree as possible. “I-I’m freezing cold! You've been out here forever.”

“You could've stayed in bed.”

“I thought you were lost in the snow!”

“You're adorable, doll.”

“.... Thank you.” 

He chuckled. 

You peeked around the tree to look for the witcher, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as you turned to look and for him, snow hit the back of your head and fell down the back of your shirt. You gasped and arched your back. 

“Eskel!”

“What's the matter, doll?”

You turned to face him, wearing a big frown on your lips as you shivered. 

“I'm cold!”

“Poor baby.” He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. ”Do you want to go inside?”

You nodded. 

“Okay. Let's go.” 

He turned to begin the trek to the front doors. 

With his back to you, you had the perfect opportunity to kneel down and pick up more snow. You formed a ball and threw it at him. He moved out of the way just in time for it to fly past his head.

“Nice try, doll.” Eskel chuckled, stopping and gesturing for you to come to him. “Come on.”

You stopped in place and shook your head. 

“I just want you to walk beside me, Y/N.”

“You-You aren't going to hit-hit me with snow again?”

“Your teeth are chattering. You're freezing. No, I'm not going to do that to you.” He shook his head. “I give you my word.”

You hesitated before moving to walk alongside him. He wrapped an arm around you, tucking you into his side. 

“But I didn’t say I wouldn’t touch you with my cold hands.” He put one hand against the side of your neck, letting you feel just how cold his fingers were. You cringed, bringing your shoulders up to your ears. 

“Eskel!”

***

When you made it to the warmth of the bedroom, Eskel helped you undress from your now wet clothes. He retrieved a top of his and pulled it down over your head. 

“Climb up into bed, doll.” He kissed the top of your head. “Let me change and I'll be right there.”

You nodded, practically scurrying across the cold stone floor to get to the bed. 

Eskel moved towards the fireplace, signing Igni towards the dying flames. The fire roared to life. Soon, the room would be toasty. 

You got comfortable beneath the blankets and furs, curling up by the pillows as you waited for him. 

He changed into a pair of trousers then got into bed with you. 

You put yourself as close to him as possible, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around you to pull you even closer. You hooked one knee across his hip, bringing your cold foot in between his thighs. 

“Are you comfy?” He asked, a little grin playing on his lips. 

“Mhm.” You nodded, tucking your nose into his neck. “Thank you.”

He kissed your temple, closing his eyes. 

“Don’t worry though. I’ll get you back for that terrible excuse of a snowball fight we had. And I’ll make sure Lambert’s on my team.”

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[itsivyberry]

Hello! For blurb night, could you do a modern au thing for Zuko x reader?? Like zukos kind of a troublemaker and reader tutors him?? Thank you!

ooooo yes! haven’t ever written a modern AU, this’ll be fun! thank you !!! <3

this didn’t turn out how I thought but I tried !! I might remake it when I get better at different aus

@titaniafire

~.•*✰

the library

warnings: fluff? idk not much, I haven’t ever written a modern AU so I’m not good @ that, set during sophomore year for my americanos (15-16y/o) also this is platonic no romance here sorry babes

word count: 300

no music recs for this 1 :-(

~.•*✰

Zuko wasn’t exactly the nicest kid you’d ever been asked to tutor.

Your history teacher had asked you specifically to tutor him and get him back on track to pass the class.

You were nothing but nice to him, even before you started studying with him.

He was a known troublemaker at your school, constantly pulling pranks, skipping class, and overall being disrespectful.

Though, for some reason, it made you want to be friends with him.

~.•*✰

“Hey, Y/N! Guess what?” Zuko jogged up to you during a passing period.

“Hey, what’s up?” You said, slipping your phone into your back pocket.

“I got a B on the last test!” He exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. You almost gushed, seeing this boy so excited.

“That’s great! Do you still want to study tonight?” You smiled, grabbing the straps of your bag.

“Pff, of course I do. I’ll see you in a few hours?” He asked, starting to turn around and head the other direction.

You nodded and gave him a small wave. It was so nice seeing your impact.

~.•*✰

“Hey,” Zuko whispered, sliding into the seat next to you.

You had chosen a table in the far corner of the library, shielded by tall shelves of books.

“Hey, I was just about to get started.” You whispered back, pulling out your notebook and some pens.

You saw out of the corner of your eye that he was offering an earbud to you. You smiled, cheeks warming up as you placed it in your ear.

This is how most of your tutoring lessons went. You would listen to music and study together, and he would occasionally ask you a question or two for clarification.

It was nice, and you didn’t want it to stop. You were so glad to call Zuko a friend.

a/n: this fricking sucks I’m sorry

[ainti-pretty]

@titaniafire u get a directors cut

okay so!!!

i pointed the lazer at ome of my cats just to see the drama (my cats wont hurt each other i know them very well)

and uh

i had a thought of what if the witchers did that

and i was like, well, raya (the striped one) is roach's face claim in polish deli au.. so thats like geralt... and who would violet (the fluffy one) be...

and i was like hmm. lambert gets blamed for eskels crimes bc eskel seems to have no part in this..

and everything fell into place w the general chaos of this year, and i think geralt would really like his sour cream and onion pringles bc that crazy mf eats raw onions he got from corpses in canon so..

yeah... idk where the catapult came from but yeah thats it

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Steady As She Goes

Part 1

Fandom: The Witcher

Characters: Essi Daven/Lambert

Summary: Lambert begrudgingly insists on escorting Essi through Velen on her way to Novigrad. On their three days’ journey, an unexpected bond is formed as the unlikely traveling companions encounter one another in new light. But will they get through unscathed?

Warnings: Lambert-typical language; pragmatic killing of a small animal (not a pet, for food); sexual assault (groping, not Lambert); reference to gore, head trauma; lethal self-defence; shock/trauma response, adrenaline crash; cliffhanger

A/N: A little while ago, I wrote a little letter to Lambert (you can read it here if you’re so inclined—mind the TW). I wanted to thank him, but more importantly, I wanted to offer him a place in my heart and my brain along with his brothers. This story started from a small prompt and has since turned into a 12+k proper-ass Story. This is part 1. Please join me in joyfully welcoming Lambert to the ranks with a wordcount he deserves with a character who has also become very dear to me. 

@morethangeraskier

Essi eyed the back of her travelling companion with curiosity as they rode North toward Crow’s Perch: the tight swing of his hips still keeping tempo with his horse’s cadence; the sharp alertness at the nape of his neck as his eyes scanned their surroundings; the subtle forward tuck of his shoulders; and every muscle in his body fine-tuned and ready for action in the blink of an eye. Even his silence seemed to radiate a low buzz that tingled the air around him and made Essi wonder how many thoughts and calculations were crammed inside his head at once. She’d found it charming rather than off-putting how irritatedly he’d suggested accompanying her through Velen. There was a genuineness about his prickly outward demeanor—she felt like a detail worthy of practical consideration rather than a damsel on the road and she appreciated it. Better than most alternatives.

The fact was, Lambert had insisted. Not because she was attractive (yeah, yeah, big blue eyes, blonde hair, yadda-yadda, who cares), not because she seemed helpless (there was something keen behind those big blue eyes, and he’d known better than to ignore it), but because it seemed like the right thing to do. She’d explained she was an experienced traveller, knew the roads well, had good relationships with the innkeepers along the way. She would be fine, and didn’t want to take him out of his way. 

“Sorry. Not happening. I’m coming with you.” Why? “Bandits.” 

Keep reading

[melzula]

Obstacles

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

requests: Could you write a Fire Lilies blurb where Zuko struggles with how to approach being around Princess Reader when she avoids him and/or gives him the silent treatment? // Hi- I was wondering if you could write a fire lillies blurb where, when the gaang first starts interacts with zuko, they are more protective of the reader. Simply because they know the history between the two.

a/n: the format of this is a little different than how I normally write but I think it works :)

Though Zuko had finally become a part of Team Avatar, he still found himself to be the odd one out of the group. From Katara’s cold glare to Sokka’s reluctance of being left alone with the prince, Zuko struggled to find his place amongst the group. It was odd and new and strange, but at least it was a start in the right direction, and his first step included mending things with the Princess. He had gotten her to fall in love with him once, so it couldn’t be that hard to do it again, right?

In truth, it was very hard. Zuko faced many obstacles and many set backs, and it would probably be some time before she even so much as looked at him, let alone forgave him...

~~~

Katara

Zuko watched from afar as the Princess handled her chores for the day, sitting peacefully by the fountain as she washed the clothes. Her movements were delicate but precise, the water flowing smoothly through the dirt and the grime collected on Toph’s green robes, and a faint smile graced her features as she hummed softly through the work. She was at peace and completely relaxed, more relaxed than Zuko had ever seen y/n in years. Even in Ba Sing Se there had always been a nervous edge to her, an edge she did her best to hide from Zuko, and she had almost been completely rid of it until the caves. He cringed at the thought, guilt overcoming him at the fact that she seemed so much better off without him.

“What are you doing?” Katara scowls accusingly, startling the Prince from his silent watch over y/n.

“I-“

“Y/N’s been really happy ever since she left you, and you’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you ruin that for her,” the water bender scolds harshly.

“I just want to apologize to her,” Zuko replies calmly, but Katara isn’t having it.

“A simple apology is never going to fix all the ways you’ve hurt her. Y/n deserves better, and if I ever see you make her upset or uncomfortable I won’t hesitate to step in.”

Zuko says nothing as Katara stalks away, he knows better than to get in her way when she’s angry, and when her retreating form finally disappears he looks back at the fountain.

The clothes have been washed, and the Princess is gone.

~~~

Sokka

The smell of stew was heavenly to Zuko’s rumbling tummy, and he was eager to join everyone by the fireside. Bowls had been served, seats had been chosen, and an empty spot beside the Princess was his for the taking.

“Excuse me, buddy,” Sokka chirps, patting Zuko heartily on the back before quickly sitting himself beside y/n. She smiles softly at the water tribe boy and offers him her leftovers to which he happily accepts.

Zuko deflates, choosing to sit next to Aang and enjoy his stew of failure. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and it probably won’t be the last. He knew Sokka was just protecting her, and he couldn’t be mad at him for that. Sokka had probably done more for y/n in her time with him than Zuko had ever done, who was he to blame his protectiveness?

Y/n offers to take the empty dishes to wash, and as Zuko attempts to follow after her his path is quickly blocked by Sokka.

“Listen, I know you’re trying to make things right, and while I respect that, y/n’s asked me to keep you away from her,” he explains as gently as he can. “It’s nothing personal, but I care about her and I want to make sure she feels comfortable.”

“Oh... I understand,” Zuko utters quietly. “Will you at least tell her that I love her?”

“...I’ll do my best,” Sokka replies solemnly, watching with a pang of guilt as Zuko retreats to his room for the night.

~~~

Aang

“What am I supposed to do?” Zuko groans whilst tugging at his hair.

“You know I’m a firm believer in peace, and I do think that neither of you will be happy until your issues are resolved,” Aang comments wisely. “But I also think you should never force anything. Y/n will come around in her own time when she’s ready.”

“But that could take forever!” He protests. “I’ve already been away from her long enough, and being near her but not being able to speak to her is torture.”

Both boys turn their gazes towards y/n in the distance where she carefully brush Appa’s hair and talk to him about his day. The sight is very Princess like, which is fitting since she is a Princess after all, but the sweetness of it all makes Zuko’s heart ache with longing.

“What you did wasn’t right,” Aang sighs. “And she’s still healing. But, if she truly couldn’t stand you then she wouldn’t have given her blessing to let you stay.”

“She only let me stay so I could train you,” Zuko argues.

“Okay, that’s true. But she also washes your clothes, serves you dinner, and just the other day I saw her mending a hole in your boot. She won’t talk to you, but she does still care.”

“She’s always had such a big heart,” he murmurs dejectedly. “Back when I was still hunting you y/n always went out of her way to take care of me even if I didn’t want it. I was a fool to take her for granted.”

“I really do think you guys will work it out. Just don’t force anything, and you’ll be fine,” Aang comforts, and the two continue to watch the Princess as she tends to Appa.

~~~

Toph

With a bouquet of wild flowers in hand and his hair combed in that same horrid style his Uncle had given him back in Ba Sing Se, Zuko headed to her room in hopes of finally talking to the Princess. He knew how much y/n loved flowers, and he also knew how much she loved that ridiculously dorky hairstyle, so he hoped that the two combined together would at least earn him a smile in return.

But when he arrived to her part of the temple he found that her door was barricaded with a smooth slab of rock, and sitting a few feet away from said rock was Toph. The little girl sat leaning against the wall, legs crossed over each other and hands folded behind her head.

“Sorry, sparky, boss’s orders,” she explains with a small shrug, and Zuko deflates. “Personally I think she just needs to man up and face you, but until then I’ve been put under strict orders not to let you in.”

“She really hates me, doesn’t she?” Zuko sighs, joining Toph against the wall. The flowers in his hand are beginning to droop from the lack of water, much like his demeanor from his lack of y/n.

“No, but she’s very angry,” Toph corrects. “Really sad, too. Sokka’s already been in there three times tonight.”

“Are they...?”

“Together? He wishes,” the girl scoffs. “His heartbeat picks up a beat or two sometimes when he’s with her, but he’d never make a move on her. Not when she’s so upset and he’s the only one she can talk to.”

“Yeah, well maybe they should be together,” Zuko grumbles, the flower stems charring in his hands from the sudden heat that emits from his palms. “They’re both water tribe and he obviously takes care of her better than I ever could.”

“That’s true,” Toph nods much to Zuko’s dismay. “But she doesn’t love Sokka. She loves you.”

“Loved,” Zuko corrects only for Toph to roll her eyes.

“You dunderhead,” she mutters before punching him in the shoulder. “I should just knock your heads together and make you kiss and make up right now.”

“Can you do that?” Zuko asks hopefully only to receive another punch from Toph.

“You sure do have a lot to learn, sparky.”

~~~

The Princess

The morning is quiet and calm as you rise with the sun, heading out to collect the dew on the plants of the temple so that you may use it as water for your group. Other than Momo, who sits comfortably on your shoulders, everyone is asleep, giving you some time to decompress and enjoy the solitude of the rising sun.

“Anything I can help with?”

Or so you thought. Of course Zuko would approach you now when there was no one to keep him away from you. You say nothing in response, refusing to even look at him as you set down your bucket and begin to remove the dew from the leaves.

“Y/n, please talk to me,” he begs. “Let me make it better.”

Zuko is met with silence and an eye roll. Momo chitters curiously at the Princess, receiving a head scratch in return which is more than Zuko can say.

“I never stopped thinking of you,” he says. “And I wish I could take back everything I’ve done to hurt you.”

“I don’t want your apologies,” you utter quietly. “I want you to go away.”

Hearing your voice after being met with silence for so long brings the boy to tears, and with a hesitant demeanor Zuko reaches out for you. However, at the sight of the water glowing your palms the Prince takes a step back. You’re not afraid to turn your bending on him, not anymore, and it isn’t until now that he realizes he really has hurt you, more than he could ever have imagined.

“Y/n...”

“Go. Don’t make me ask again.”

With a defeated sigh Zuko turns away and leaves the Princess to her own devices. She goes back to tending to the dew, and the Prince goes back to his room to wallow in his shame.

Both have tears streaming down their faces.

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Fire and Honey - An Eskel/Reader One Shot Story.

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NB - Making no claims towards the picture used. He’s just a hot cosplayer who serves as inspo for my visual representation of Eskel :) 

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Through the open window, the pounding of hooves growing ever nearer becomes audible, the big, bay steed your lover rides propelling him over the terrain and closer to you. At last, your wait is over.

His trip away has been lengthy, which of course you’re used to by now, but perhaps a certain part of you never will be. You always miss him, but your cunt longs for him more. It’s his magnetism, his magic, everything that makes your tall, dark, gorgeous witcher him.  

Anticipation creeps over your wet skin, lying there in the large, iron bathtub next to the open window, the roaring fire crackling close by as you hear rain beginning to patter, a cool breeze flickering the flames of the many candles dotted around the room. He’s home.  

You await him patiently, soaping yourself down with a sudsy sponge while he sees to his horse, your nipples hardening and making you giggle at such a reaction when you hear him enter your homestead.  

“Let me guess. You’re in the bath?” he calls.

“I’m naked and wet!” You confirm, his deep laugh rumbling through the house. You hear his heavy boots echoing off the floor before he stops to pull them off, the sound of his swords being placed upon the kitchen table audible before suddenly, the door opens and there he stands.  

“There she is,” he begins, his fiery amber eyes twinkling almost copper in the firelight. “How’s my love?”

“Positively burning for you. Come here.” You beckon to him, watching him raise a scarred eyebrow at you as you lift your leg from the water, placing your foot on the edge of the tub. It makes a shudder run through him as he removes his shirt, remembering how those legs feel tightening around him as he’s fucking you voraciously.  

You take him in as he undresses, his rippling muscles a feast for your eyes, all mouth-watering, lean bulk. He’s tall and strong, powerful enough to be incredible at what he does as well as thorough in having his way with you.  

His skin, littered with scars, cover that muscular physique in a blanket that tells the story you know so well, the beasts he’s slain, even a few you’ve left behind too. His baby beast, as he often calls you when you bite and scratch at him in the throes of passion, something he enjoys greatly and makes no secret of that. He likes you wild.  

“So, does my baby beast wish for a bath friend, or am I to throw you over my shoulder and smack that soaking wet arse all the way to the bedroom?” He teases, a smile playing his lips.  

“Bath friend first, the rest later.”  

“As you wish.” You’re joined by him in a flash, opening your legs to receive him between them, Eskel pausing briefly to circle his neck with a series of loud cracks, looking satisfied before he kisses you with immediate, burning want.  

He pauses again after welcoming you into his embrace, his hand reaching out for the bottle of honey mead you’ve been sipping from, taking a few gulps while you stare at him a little incredulously. “Oh, stop looking at me in that tone of voice, woman. I’ve scarcely stopped over the last four days in order to get back to you. Let your man imbibe a little good alcohol before he devotes himself solely to your pleasure for the next few hours.”  

“Who am I to argue with that?” You reply, shrugging and then opening your mouth to receive a pour from the bottle he aims perfectly, swallowing the mouthful back and feeling its warmth radiate in your chest as he places the bottle down, the next warm thing to enter your mouth being his tongue. Gods, how you’ve ached for him.  

He devours you with his sensual kisses, hands stroking your arms, familiarising himself with you there in the rising steam. His big hands skim the surface of the water before submerging, grasping your curves, his mouth moving to bury itself against your neck as you gasp, your yearning spiralling as you feel him hardening against your thigh.  

Hot breaths flutter across your collarbone, his long stubble scratching over the tops of your breasts as he scatters kisses over your chest, your body arching into him as his hands grip your waist and mouth finds your nipples, sucking them hard in turn, an animalistic growl rumbling through his throat.  

His mouth returns to yours, hunger surging through you, your kisses all teeth and tongues as you pant against one another, his broad chest heaving as you stroke him, your hands sliding down to grasp the hardness poking your stomach.  

His hands circle your wrists and move them away, Eskel laughing quietly as you frown. “No, my little snap dragon. Not yet.” He murmurs, placing your hands down either side of the tub before he grasps your waist, lifting you with ease from the water and seating you on the lip. “Firstly, I must occupy my mouth. I’m hungry.”  

His gaze, burning amber framed by long, dark lashes, never leaves you as he spreads your legs wide, your skin cold against the stone wall at your back, tilting your head to watch him lay kisses to your inner thigh.  

His teeth graze you, a gentle bite administered to make you shake and squeak, his fingers kneading at your hips as his mouth nears your heat. You wonder for the briefest of moments whether he’ll tease you, make the haze between you build, but no. His need is to devour, his tongue pressing a flat lick against your pink heat, tasting you, dragging your folds thoroughly.  

You keen against his mouth, your hands stroking his neck before they become lost in the silken, deep mahogany of his hair, tugging gently as he rolls his tongue over your clit in a slow, gentle circle.  

He watches you as he licks at you with aplomb, your body trembling with a series of lustful quakes, soft sighs escaping your mouth as you tug at his hair, your other hand reaching for the mead bottle to take a few sips before you pour it down between your breasts.  

He exits the water only to lick the sweet alcohol from your wet skin, tongue travelling the reverse path the mead just took, kissing you fervently before he sinks back into the water once more, mouth latching onto your folds and sucking hungrily.  

Your clit hardens against his mouth, his tongue bathing it in wet heat even further when he thumbs the hood, pulling it back gently to reveal more of your potent little pink bud to him, his precise circles continuing, pleasure rocketing through you.  

“Too much?” He inquires, your body almost spasming against him.  

“No, just enough. Please, Eskel. Don’t stop,” you plead, your voice almost strangled, you’re so deliriously aroused.  

“Shant, promise. Not even when you cum.” He winks at you before his dark lashes flutter shut, cheeks hollowing as he sucks at you again, the coil within your groin twisting violently in response. You gasp, beginning to pant hard, the suction at your nub increasing steadily, a deep groan vibrating through it and making you yowl in bliss.  

His hands press into your thighs, opening them again after they’d begun to close around his head, one moving to grip your waist, steadying you against the onslaught to come as the other slips down to join his mouth.  

He strokes your folds with the backs of his fingers, adding to the extremely rigorous stimulation of his tongue as it lashes your clit with wild licks, his middle digit then pushing against your sodden entrance, sinking into your slick cunt fully to curl around and rake against the sweetest of spots.  

Firm, precise strokes have you reeling, your breasts heaving as you cry out, sparks glittering through you. You begin to shake, the finger within you joined by a second, then a third, circling through your plush heat as they drive in and out, so deft and skilled.  

Your wails are helpless, your nails grazing his thick shoulders as you feel your nerves buzz, his tongue igniting you to your bones as you begin to clench around him fiercely. “Mmmm, that’s it, baby beast. Cum all over my tongue.” he encourages you with, his voice thick and gravelly.  

Every pant is replaced with a soft, helpless cry, your voice breaking as you yell out, your entire body shaking as white-hot heat jumps with the lightning from strike point to strike point, sharp and uncontained as you feel yourself flooding against his fingers.  

He chases your release with ardent beats of his tongue, making you see stars before removing his hand to suck at you instead, your orgasmic nectar bathing his mouth, his groan guttural. Just as he promised you too, he doesn’t cease.  

It’s too much, but he is too far gone from asking or caring, instead focused on living up to his word and grasping your waist, keeping you steady in his powerful grasp as your overstimulated body jolts against his mouth, his tongue circling your aching bud once more.  

He eats you like a bear devouring fresh honey, hungry and without pause or reserve as your sweet slick bathes his eager tongue. His moans, so carnivorous, so wanton, you wager he can barely wait to be inside of you, the thought of how hard he must be beneath the water driving you to distraction.  

It doesn’t take long for the blade of his tongue sliding over your folds and wiggling back and forth across your clit to have you cresting once again, trembling with ebullience. 

Before you know it, he’s standing before you, lifting you with ease and throwing you over his shoulder, his hand meeting your backside in the hardest of smacks.  

You squeal, giggling with mirth as he does it again and again, stepping out of the bathtub and stopping to blow out all the candles before exiting the room, carrying you across the hallway to your bedroom. 

You’re deposited on the bed a little unceremoniously, Eskel apologising through his chuckles as you swing yourself back up to a seated position, grasping his hips and pulling him close.  

With his rigid cock right there before you, you can’t resist taking it into your mouth and sucking deftly, feeling him twitch against your lips, a grunt escaping his mouth as the washboard of his abs juddeer.  

The thick veins flood further as you open your mouth as wide as you possibly can, accommodating his immense girth as your mouth slides all the way to the base of his thick, heavy phallus. His pubes tickle your nose, you have him nestled so deeply, dragging back up again slowly while pushing your tongue against the thick vein running under his shaft.  

“Fuck.” He grits, hands losing themselves in your hair as you open your eyes and stare up into the fiery honey of his eyes, appreciating how exquisitely beautiful he is to you. Some would find the fact his face is marked with long scars off putting, but you’ve never felt that. To you, he’s utterly sublime.  

Your hands dance across the hard muscle ridges of his torso, delighting in the feel of him. His cock, thick and swollen in your mouth, spills precum onto your tongue as his hips gently sway, the sound of faint moans spilling from his mouth as he pants causing your centre to clench with want.  

The moment you take to pause, his cock slipping from your mouth with a pop and your tongue licking the line of hair running down the centre of his stomach, is the moment he pushes you back on the bed, parting your legs wide as he lowers himself to you.  

His hands smooth your thighs, his mouth trailing kisses from your sternum upwards, his hardness pushing for entrance before spreading you, knocking the breath from your lungs, a whimper of gratification bubbling in your throat as you stroke his stubbly face. Your fingertips glide over his cupid’s bow, Eskel sucking your fingers before kissing you with force.  

You swallow back his moans as your tongues swirl, your groin prickling pleasantly, nerve endings singing their bliss against the thick swell of his manhood as he drags your walls. You’re all wet velvet around his hot steel, your veins warming, feeling him burying himself within you again and again.  

With his mouth at your neck, consuming you with such all-encompassing force, all that exists is him, this moment, the sound of his groans in your ear as his tongue glides across the column of your throat.  

You tremble already, the lightning bouncing beneath your skin, the weight of him centring, driving himself into your plush wetness causing moans you barely recognise to be yours. It’s always like this when he’s been absent for months.  

His hips arrow down purposefully, giving way to a slight rotation that has you seeing stars, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arch up against him, teeth nipping his thick shoulder as your nails graze his back, digging in and clawing when he begins to gain momentum.  

You are molten beneath him, singed by his heat, his weight, him. All of him. He turns then, lying on his side and not losing the tangency between you, raising your leg to rest over his hip, his hand grasping your waist as he fucks you hard, yet at a pace that is nothing more than languid, for this moment at least.  

Your hands bracket his face, your thumb stroking his scars as your stare into the amber orbs looking back at you with matched intensity, the exchange so fiercely erotic, the intimacy unmatched. No other man masters your undoing like your witcher.  

“Fuck...fuck!” You breathe hard, your eyes closing tightly as tingles crackle through your groin, your embers stoked by him, cunt fluttering around the solid girth of him furiously, the heat burning ever brighter as you clutch at one another, losing any control as your bodies shunt together urgently.  

Sweat beads you, salty beneath your tongue as you suck a purple welt onto his neck, your teeth prickling at him, your lips tingling as you kiss the stubble flecking his flesh, Eskel taking a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back with a yank, your throat bared to him, branding you with his teeth.  

Pushing your palms against his chest, you manage to rock him over onto his back, straddling him, driving yourself down on his cock, your hot cunt arrowed deeply as you begin to ride him with force, wanting to break apart against him.  

“Baby beast.” He whispers, winking at you as he laughs softly, amused at your forcefulness. You couldn’t have moved him if he didn’t want to be moved, of course. 

His hands cup your breasts before slipping down your clammy body, one resting at your hip, the other moving to begin circling at your clit with his thumb, making you wail.  

Your hands clutch his powerful forearms, tightening around him with each downward movement as he begins to fuck up into you with delicious rhythm, groaning almost animalistically as you spur his release. At the moment your waves crash at his shore, he shatters within you, streams of cum pulsing from his fat cock deep in your fluttering heat.  

You both stare at each other with nothing less than the blinding love you share, panting hard, fighting for air, your jittery legs eventually giving way and leading to your collapse forward into his arms.  

A blanket of contentment swathes you as he slides from within you, pulling the covers up over you both and holding you against his chest. Soft linen, bear pelts and him are all you need as you lie and stoke one another. You smile happily to have your bed warmed by his body once more, his fingers lifting your chin to plant a kiss upon your lips.  

“Rest for now, love. For I’m nowhere near done yet,” he pledges, your mouth curling into a smile.

“Rest? Oh no. Not yet.” You purr, returning the kiss, your body glowing for him again already. The fire in the bedroom might be dying out, but the inferno he has lit within you has only just begun to burn.  

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Some more adorable Eskel headcanons from @titaniafire, thank you for all the wonderful submissions <3

Eskel likes knitting and woodcarving and gardens with Vesemir

This is too cute. Eskel has always been calmer than the others, much more like Vesemir in temperament, so he bonded with Vesemir through these activities the other boys would rather avoid. 

he has a “customer service voice” when handling contracts

Am dying at the thought of the fake smile voice like omg. My customer service voice sounds like such a fake bitch and that’s exactly what I’m imagining lol

he doesn’t swear much out loud but his internal monologue is nothing but swearing

He’s a god damn motherfucking sailor in his head but that isn’t professional. Fake bitch customer service voice would NEVER.

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a social media au where the gaang are broke college students, someone keeps stealing your underwear, and you’re trying to figure that out along with your feelings for a certain grumpy boy. 

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[jimakuchan]

And They Were Roommates...

Part Forty Six

A/N: I know the fonts on the Apple music screencap don't match but hey I don't have photoshop haha yall get the idea 😅

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[melzula]

The Gift

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

notes: this was requested by an anon!

summary: Zuko and Princess celebrate the opening of her new water bending school

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

You rise before the sun to prepare for the busy day ahead of you. You’d only been crowned Chief two months ago but already you found yourself busy with countless tasks and duties assigned to you by your people. However, you gracefully took each challenge head on, and despite being home for such a short time you’d already accomplished so much.

With the help of your friends you’d managed to dethrone Koa and begin a new era of peace and rebuilding in the South; there was much to do and no time to waste when it came to helping your people, and with assistance from Pakku and members from your sister Tribe you were able to begin the period of growth in no time. Aid had been sent out to the smaller tribes who were being looked after and rebuilt by the men who wished to rectify their wrongs after turning against their Princess in support of the former advisor. Leading them was Hakoda, Sokka and Katara’s father as well as your new advisor. Already the outer tribes were beginning to grow, and with that growth came the discovery of the next generation of water benders.

Before his departure back to the Earth Kingdom Sokka had helped you construct the plans for your new water bending school, and with two months having come and gone the structure was almost complete. Another day or so and you’d be ready to begin your teaching— both younger children of your tribe and a few migrants from the South would be your students, and with Master Pakku’s help you had no doubt your school would be a success.

Many sleepless nights and countless hours of work came with being the Chief of a tribe that was attempting to rebuild itself, yet you still made sure to send letters to Zuko whenever you could. You swore to him before his leave back to the Fire Kingdom that you’d reply to his letters and inform him of any more trouble you faced, and so you found yourself writing back and forth with your boyfriend at least three times a week thanks to your shared messenger hawk. You would have preferred to meet in the secret tunnel, but both of you were much too busy now to escape to your hideaway, so you settled for communication through scrolls.

The sun is just beginning to rise as you adorn the Chieftain necklace and allow the Water Tribe emblem to fall proudly against your chest. Your father would have been proud, and you wish he could see all the things you���ve accomplished for your people.

You slip on your parka and give a wistful glance at the portrait of Zuko that sits on your dresser (a portrait that is accompanied by the doll he’d given to you long ago) before making your way towards your office to get started on the plans for the day. The early mornings were always reserved for scripts and scrolls, it made things more organized and helped the plans ease along nicely, and it also allowed you some quiet time to yourself before you were pulled every which way throughout your day.

You’re not sure how long you sat with your nose buried in paperwork, but by the time your mother steps into your office the morning sun is high in the sky and your people have begun their tasks for the day. She smiles fondly and approaches with a cup of tea in her hands, the cup being a part of the china set Iroh had sent Zuko with months before.

“Well you’re up awfully early,” she notes while carefully setting your tea before you.

“I have a lot to catch up on before the opening of the new school. Pakku brought me a list of possible students and I’m going through each and every one to make sure their needs will be met if they choose to participate in lessons.”

“About that...”

“What?” You prod, immediately looking away from your paperwork and towards your mom. She has a giddy smile on her face and a glint in her eye that she fails to hide from you.

“Would you like to go for a walk? I think we should go for a walk,” she replies, quickly changing the subject and hoisting you out of your seat before you can even comprehend what’s happening.

“Mom!” You try to interject, but she simply brushes off your comments and concerns.

“It really is so nice out today,” she hums gleefully. Guards gift you friendly smiles or respectful bows as you pass, and outside the palace you are greeted with excited commotion.

“What the flameo is going??” You say exasperated. Your gaze settles upon your school in the distance and a confused frown etches itself across your features at the sight of a crowd around the building. You weren’t exactly expecting any students just yet, and the school wasn’t meant to open for another day or two. You also weren’t sure why exactly there was a blanketed structure in the courtyard of the school; you hadn’t authorized any additional features, so what was it?

“Took you long enough,” Pakku greets you both with a smile. Little children stand around him and look upon you with pure glee and excitement. You recognize a few of them from your list, but you hadn’t even reached out to their families yet to ask for permission for their participation in your water bending lessons.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on here?” You plead desperately. Pakku and your mother grin.

“Why, we’re celebrating the opening of your new school, of course,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“The opening? But nothing’s ready!”

“Actually, everything is ready,” your mother corrects with a smile. “You’ve been so busy running around trying to get everything in order, so Pakku and I took it upon ourselves to finish up the school for you. All you have to do is say the word and your water bending school will officially be open!”

“Well, we did have some help from the Fire Lord...”

“Zuko?” You retort with furrowed brows. “How did Zuko help?”

“You’ll see,” your mother replies giddily. “Are you ready to open your school?”

It takes you a moment to process the whirlwind of information that’s been given to you in a matter of minutes, but you can’t deny the relief you feel at knowing that the work has been taken care of for you. The first promise you’d made as Chief was to restore water bending in your tribe, and to know you were mere moments away from completing the task was a weight lifted off of your shoulders. All the little children look upon you eagerly, and it’s with a confident smile that you look to your people that have gathered around the school and proudly hold your head up high.

“As Chief of the Southern Water Tribe, it is my great honor and pride to announce the official opening of our school for water benders,” you announce. Your mother beams with pride at the sight of your first big accomplishment as Chief as she gives an agreeing nod to Pakku.

“And to celebrate this great achievement, we have a gift for Chief y/n,” he adds. Your brows furrow in confusion.

“A gift?” You repeat, watching as he pulls a scroll from his coat and begins to read off of the paper.

“I, Fire Lord Zuko, would like to show my excitement and support for the rebuilding of the Southern Water Tribe by offering this gift for Chief y/n. I know it’s impossible to capture her real life beauty, grace, and compassion, but I believe this gift does a pretty good job of displaying her greatness for all to see.”

The blanket is removed from the structure, and all including you gasp in awe at the sight before you; a statue in your likeness stands in the center of the courtyard. Your face holds a warm and benevolent smile, your head held high with a fire lily neatly tucked into your hair, and your hands are held out before you right on top of left as a circle of water swirls in between them. You look regal, elegant, like a perfect Princess and water bender.

“I... I can’t believe it,” you murmur in awe. Your mother smiles.

“Zuko sent me a letter a few weeks back to tell me he planned on commissioning a statue for you— a gift for your accomplishments. I told him it was a wonderful idea and agreed to have it sent here the moment it was finished to celebrate the opening of your school.”

“It’s beautiful,” you say with a teary eyed smile.

“You know, that Zuko is quite the catch. Does he know you’re of marrying age?” Your mother asks with a sly smile.

“Mom!” You exclaim embarrassed. She laughs.

“What? It doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“It’s a little too early for that,” you reply with a sheepish laugh. “Besides, I’ve still got a lot of work to do.”

“You’re right about that,” Pakku says, pulling you aside. “Are you ready to meet your new students, Chief y/n?”

“Actually,” you reply with a coy smile, casting a glance towards your statue, “it’s Sifu y/n when class is in session.”

“Sifu y/n it is,” he agrees with a smile before guiding you into the school to begin training your new students.

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