Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 2,347

Warnings: Blood, stabbing

Request by @queenofmankind 

Summary: The reader is a skilled firebender despite her young age which allows her to become Zuko’s firebending teacher. When she feels an instant click between them, but Zuko keeps avoiding her until one day he gets into some trouble that threatens his life.

A/N: This was really fun to write, but it’s not as good as I’d like it to be, I still hope you like it nonetheless, as always feel free to leave feedback, I appreciate every like, comment and reblog

Your eyes widened as a ball of fire barreled towards your face. You leaned backwards watching the flames swirl above you, the heat slightly singing your eyebrows. Then the fire slammed into the wall behind you and dispersed. 

You came back up and smirked at Zuko, his eyes narrowed and more flames dancing between his fingers. “Come on, you can do better than that” you taunted and he yelled before rushing at you aiming a punch, his fist ablaze. You reached up with your left hand and knocked his hand to the right of you. He used this momentum to move his torso to the side so his right leg could come up to hit you in the face.

You ducked under his leg and then came up kicking your left leg to hit him in the chest, however he reacted faster than you thought he would and he was able to grab your leg in the air. He pushed your leg backwards and you stumbled back, able to keep yourself from toppling backwards but when you fully regained your balance a wave of fire came crashing towards you. You were just able to put up a wall of fire to block the wave but the force knocked you backwards onto the ground and you slid back a couple of feet. 

When the flames finally disappeared Zuko was standing above you, this time he was the one smirking, “How’s that for better?” You answered by swiping your legs into his making him fall to the ground, you then got up and assumed a defensive position over him, your fists aflame. 

“Your better could do with some work, first of all, never assume that your opponent will give up when they are on the ground.” Zuko rolled his eyes and you extinguished your flames, extending a hand down to him to help him up.

Zuko just grunted in annoyance and waved away your hand before pushing himself up off the ground. 

The sound of clapping came from behind you and you turned to see Iroh standing by the helm of the ship smiling and clapping. 

“Wonderful performance you two” he praised and you put your fist under your open palm, bowing to the man. 

“Thank you, General Iroh” you said. 

Iroh just shook his head, “I am not a General anymore, please just call me, Iroh.” You nodded your head and turned back to Zuko to commemorate him but he was already at the door that led to the downstairs of the ship, slamming it closed behind him.

“Pay no mind to my nephew, he just…has a lot to learn” Iroh said, walking up to stand beside you. 

You turned to face him, “I know, thank you Ge- I mean, Iroh,” you corrected yourself and Iroh smiled, “but I’m feeling a little tired and I think I’m going to retire to my room for a while." 

He nodded and you made your way to your room. You passed Zuko’s room on the way and you raised your fist to knock on his door but then let your hand fall, deciding it was better to leave him to himself for a bit. You then walked into your room, shutting the door and then collapsing on the bed.

You stared up at the ceiling and began thinking back to when you first met Zuko. You had excelled in your classes as a firebender and as a soldier, and, despite your young age you were able to rise in the ranks of the fire nation army. 

Although Iroh had been retired as a General by the time you met him, you still called him General Iroh out of respect, though he argued against it. He began mentoring you and helped you train to be one of the finest warriors Iroh had seen. 

That’s why, when Zuko was banished and Iroh planned to leave with him, he asked you to come with him. You declined at first, wanting to stay in your home nation, but when Iroh sent a letter a couple of years later that Zuko had found the avatar and would need a firebending teacher you decided to take him up on that offer. 

When you met Zuko for the first time you remembered looking into his fierce, golden eyes and it was like something inside of you clicked, like a piece of a puzzle. 

"Zuko, this is y/n, she is going to be your new firebending teacher” Iroh said, introducing you to Zuko. Zuko stared at you with a puzzled look on his face but then he caught himself and his face regained a more neutral expression. 

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he said and then he turned to his uncle, “I have some avatar business to attend to.” He turned to you again, nodded and then he walked away. 

“Does he not like me or something?” you asked. 

“Of course not, my nephew just takes a bit to warm up to people, I’m sure in a couple of days you two will get along swimmingly." 

It had been a couple of weeks since then and Zuko still hadn’t warmed up to you, in fact you rarely ever saw him unless it was when you were training him, even then he still would barely look you in the eyes. You wondered if you had done something wrong and just wished Zuko would talk to you about it. 

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on your door, you sat up in your bed, "Come in." 

Iroh opened the door, "We were going to stop soon and go to the market to get some more supplies, did you want to come with us?" 

"No, thank you, I think I’ll stay behind and get some more firebending practice." 

Iroh raised one of his eyebrows, "Are you sure? I hear they have delicious hotcakes there." 

You laughed, "I’m sure, Iroh, go, enjoy yourself.” Iroh then shrugged and left the room, closing the door behind him.

It had been a couple of hours and Zuko and Iroh still weren’t back, you were beginning to worry and you wondered if you should go out and look for them. You walked up from your room to the deck of the ship and were surprised to see two figures in the distance walking towards the ship. 

You squinted and realized that it was Iroh and Zuko, but Zuko has leaning against Iroh for support and as he got closer you saw his face was drained of any color and his hand attempted to cover his stomach which was steadily oozing crimson blood. 

“Shit” you muttered to yourself.

You ran down the ramp that was extended off the ship and raced towards the hobbling figures. 

“What happened?!” you exclaimed. 

“There was a fight, we were outmatched” Iroh explained, . You tried to loop your arm under Zuko’s other arm but he cried out in pain so you quickly let him go. 

“We won’t be able to make it to the ship, lay him down here.” You put your hand under his head and laid him gently down on the ground. You took off your over-shirt and balled it together removing his hand and quickly pressing it to his wound to stop the bleeding.

From the quick glance at Zuko’s wound it did not look good and he had lost a lot of blood. Zuko groaned, his eyes fluttering open and closed as if he were fighting to stay awake. 

“Come on, Zuko, you’re going to be okay, I promise” you said, trying to think of something, anything to do to help him. Zuko gave a small exhale, his breathing then stopping and his eyes stopped fluttering and completely closed. 

“No, no, no, no! You can’t leave, wake up!” you cried, grabbing Zuko’s limp body and holding him close to your body in a tight hug. You rocked back and forth, tears streaming down your face. 

Suddenly there was a painful burst of energy that erupted in your heart that began to spread down your arms and to your hands. A bright, yellow glow shined from your hands. You tried to pull your hands from Zuko’s back but it was like they were glued to him. 

Then the glow faded and the pain stopped. Zuko inhaled sharply, coughing hoarsely and he pulled away from your embrace, a puzzled look on his face.

“Zuko, you’re okay! But..how?” you said, looking at your now normal hands and then at Iroh who gave you a look that said, I’ll explain later. 

“What do you remember, Zuko?” his uncle asked. Zuko blinked, thinking for a moment before starting to answer. 

“We were at the market, there was this man.. he was getting robbed, I tried to help him, but there were too many of them and I got stabbed!” he said with revelation at the end. He immediately reached down and searched his abdomen for the wound. 

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed, “What happened?" 

"I..I think I healed you” you said. 

Zuko opened his mouth to ask another question but Iroh interrupted him. 

“I think that’s enough questions for now, I’ll explain later, right now I’m just glad you’re okay.” Zuko looked gratefully at his uncle and went to stand up but his knees buckled and he almost fell backwards but you caught him. 

“Be careful, even though you’re wound is healed, you still lost a lot of blood and I don’t think I was able to heal you all of the way, you’ll need to take it easy.” You and Iroh helped Zuko onto the ship and you got the ship moving again, you wanted to be far away from that place.

It had been a couple of hours and you were able to clean the blood off of you and change, but you felt an immense amount of fatigue. Your curiosity of what happened earlier staved of your tiredness and you went to go find Iroh. 

“Ah, y/n, how are you feeling?” Iroh remarked when he saw you walking up to him. He was sitting at a table on the deck with a cup of tea. 

“I don’t know, I feel..drained. In fact that was what I was going to ask you about, what happened earlier?” You asked.

Iroh set his tea down and gestured for you to sit in the chair that was directly across from him. 

“The moment I saw that glowing light I knew exactly what had happened.” He paused, pouring you a cup of tea and setting it in front of you. 

“What do you know about soulmates?” he asked. 

“Not much really, do you think Zuko and I are soulmates?” you asked, your face gone practically slack with the incredulity of Iroh’s theory. 

He nodded at you solemnly, “Yes, I do. Soulmates are essentially two halves of a whole, they are two people that complete each other like puzzle pieces fitting together." 

Suddenly that feeling that you felt when you first laid eyes on Zuko made sense and you wondered if Zuko had felt it too, which would explain why he looked at you so weird the first time he saw you. 

"I had heard stories about people with a soulmate bond so strong that they are able to heal each other by giving each other some of their life force. Even I didn’t think it was true, until today. That’s why you were able to heal Zuko, that light was you transferring your life force to Zuko. That’s probably why you feel so drained" 

You sat there, in complete shock, you didn’t know what to say. "Well, uh…thank you, Iroh, I think I’m going to go talk to Zuko now." 

He gave a single nod and you went to go talk to Zuko. You had no idea what you were going to say, you had barely talked to Zuko and he had made sort of a habit to avoid you so you didn’t even know if he was going to listen. You sighed, finally deciding to just knock on his door. You raised your fist and knocked twice on his door. 

"Come in” you heard him say.

You walked in to see him sitting on his bed, the map of where the avatar was spotted was sitting in his lap. 

“Are you, um, feeling better?” you asked. 

He gave a half-smile, “Uh, yeah, thank you for healing me." 

You nodded, "You’re welcome." 

It was silent for a moment, awkwardness practically filling the room. "So, did Iroh tell you that we’re-" 

"Yeah, well, no, he didn’t tell me, but I knew from the moment I met you." 

"Oh,” you said, you didn’t know what to make of that statement, he knew and he didn’t tell you? What if you never found out, was he ever going to tell you? 

“Yeah, my uncle had talked about soulmates before and so I just put two and two together." 

You crossed your arms and glared at Zuko, "Were you ever going to tell me?" 

Zuko looked up at you sheepishly, "Well, I was eventually going to bring it up, but my number one priority is finding the avatar and I didn’t want the whole soulmate thing to get in the way." 

Your look softened slightly. You could understand where Zuko was coming from, his father had banished him and his only hope at getting his life back to how it was was to capture the avatar. 

"So that’s why you avoided me." 

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that, I promise I won’t do it anymore." 

You gave a small nose exhale and you smiled and shook your head slightly. 

"What’s so funny?” he asked. 

“Nothing, I just never thought that the Fire Lord’s son would be my soulmate." 

He smiled slightly before retorting, "Well, I never thought my soulmate would be my firebending teacher." 

You laughed and Zuko’s smile widened and his usually fierce eyes seemed to sparkle with a small hint of humor.

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 2,268

Warning: Assault

Summary: Reader is walking home when they are attacked by thugs, then a mysterious stranger in a blue mask saves her, leaving without a word.

A/N: This is my first Zuko fic so I hope you guys like it and don’t be afraid to show it some love, I appreciate every comment, like or reblog I get, hope you enjoy

You pulled your arms closer to your body as the wind blew stronger sending chills down your spine. It was nearing midnight and so the streets of Ba Sing Se were eerily empty, spare for the dim glow of lanterns that lined the walls. 

You were walking home from the antique shop where you worked, closing up shop had taken a little longer than you anticipated. One particular customer simply needed to stay past closing time to pick the perfect antique table for their bedroom. You hoped their table was worth you walking home, in the dark, alone. 

You were almost home when you heard footsteps coming from behind you. Your heartbeat began to thump in your ears, your breathing became more erratic. 

You walked slightly faster, trying to assure yourself that they weren’t following you, you were making this up. 

The footsteps sped up with your pace. 

You glanced over your shoulder to see three guys following you, one of the guys was holding something that glinted slightly from the glow from the lanterns, it was a knife. That sent a jolt of fear rippling down your body and you quickened your pace even more, hoping that you could make it to your house before those guys made it to you. 

You glanced back again and they were gaining on you, fast. Then, you ran. You only made it a few feet before one of the men grabbed your shirt and yanked you back. 

You tumbled onto the hard cobblestone, your head colliding with the unforgiving ground. Your vision gathered black spots and your thoughts slowly became overtaken by a loud buzz. You could feel yourself being dragged backwards and as your vision slowly began to clear you realized you were being dragged into an alley. 

Through the drone that clouded your thoughts you managed to realize that you needed to act now. You began to scream but were cut off by someone’s hand to your mouth and a knife to your throat. 

“If you scream again, I will slit your throat” they hissed harshly. 

You nodded and they took their hand and the knife away. They picked you up by your shirt and stood you up on the wall, the brick rubbing harshly against your exposed skin. A tear fell from your eye and one of the men wiped it away with their thumb. 

“Now don’t cry, little girl” he said and the other two men laughed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, you wanted to be anywhere but here, anytime. Please, you begged to whatever higher power was listening. Your eyes flew open when you heard the sound of metal falling onto the pavement. 

“Who’s there?” called one of the men, brandishing his knife. No one answered but the swirling of the wind.  

“I’ll go and check, you two keep an eye on the girl.” He walked out of the alley and turned the corner. It was silent for a moment but then you heard a faint yell and what sounded like metal clanging on metal. 

Then you watched as the man was thrown into the wall, screaming as he flew through the air. He crumpled onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. 

One of the men gave a battle cry and began running down the alley and turned the corner sharply. All you could hear was the sound of repeated punching and the occasional grunt. 

Your eyes widened as you saw a beaten and bloodied version of the man you just saw running down the alley trying to crawl away but was dragged back. There was a dull thunk that sounded like the hilt of a sword hitting  someone’s head and then the sound of a body falling to the ground. 

The last man left pulled out a knife, grabbing you off the wall and pulling you in front of him. He pressed the knife firmly to your neck but you could feel that his hand was shaking. 

“Come out now and I won’t hurt her” the man said, his voice shaking more than his hand. From around the corner walked a man with a blue mask that grinned almost eerily. He was holding two swords, flecked with blood. 

The blue-masked man moved forward but stopped when the man pressed the knife harder into your neck. You inhaled sharply through your nose and bit your lip to keep from crying out. 

“Don’t move any closer, and drop those swords.” The masked man gently laid down his swords. Before you could even register anything the masked man threw a knife, hidden in his boot, and struck the man holding you right through his temple. 

He toppled backwards and the knife he was holding clattered to the ground. You looked back at his body in shock and then back at the masked man. 

“I- thank you” you said. The masked man simply bowed his head at you and then he ran off into the darkness and you were alone, again. You managed to stumble all the way back to your house and laid right down on your bed. 

You stared at the ceiling as the night’s events replayed in your head over and over again. You tried to think of something else but it was like it was blocked off, you were stuck. You lay awake the whole night, every time you closed your eyes you saw their faces and their laughs echoed tauntingly in your ears. 

The sun drifted through your curtains, the light shining onto your bleary eyes. Groaning you pulled yourself up into a sitting position on your bed, your head was pounding and your whole body ached. All that you wanted was a good cup of tea to settle you down but when you got up to look you had none left. 

You decided that you would go to the place down the street which you heard had great tea. You got dressed and tried to make yourself look as presentable as possible before you made your way to the tea shop.

Even with the sun hanging in the sky the streets still appeared ominous to you. Each basket could hold an armed man and each alley reminded you of the night before. You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut and breathing out to calm yourself down and then breathing in while opening your eyes again. 

You just have to make it to the tea shop, you assured yourself. With more self-pep talking you were able to make it to the tea shop, The Pao Family Tea House. 

Just breathing in the aroma made the tenseness in your body melt away. You stepped in the shop and were greeted by a nice old man who led you to your table. 

“What kind of tea would you like?” he asked cheerfully. 

“Ginseng, please." 

He grinned and said, "Good choice, ginseng tea is my favorite, my nephew will be back with your tea soon." 

"Thank you” you said and he left to go prepare the tea. Soon after a young man came out of the kitchen with a tray of tea in his hand. He handed out the tea to all of the other tables, the last cup of tea being you. 

When he came up to your table he looked slightly surprised for a moment but then caught himself and his face went back to a relaxed position. 

“Here’s your tea” he said, placing the tea on the table and then he quickly turned around and began walking the other way. 

“You kind of seem familiar, do I know you from somewhere?” you asked, he did remind you of someone and you just couldn’t place it and, judging from his reaction of his surprise when he saw you, he probably knew you too. He turned around again to face you. 

“What? No, I’ve never met you before, what are you talking about?” he said in a nervous voice that got suspiciously higher than it was before.

“No, I’m sure I recognize you from somewhere and you looked like you recognized me when you first saw me." 

The young man smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, you must be mistaken, enjoy your tea!” Then he quickly walked away before you could even open your mouth to respond. You then shrugged and began to enjoy your tea, which was better than any tea you had ever tasted before. 

Once you had finished your tea you were feeling much better than you had last night, in fact you were beginning to think going back to bed wasn’t such a bad idea. You paid your bill and then left the tea shop feeling much more relaxed than when you came in. 

You were beginning to walk home when you heard the old man and the young man from the tea shop talking from the window that led down the alley. You would have ignored it but then you heard two words that piqued your interest, blue mask. You began walking closer so you could hear their conversation better. 

“I’m telling you, uncle, the girl knows, she was in the tea shop, the one I saved last night from those thugs” the young man said in a worried voice. 

“I wouldn’t worry about it, you were wearing your blue mask so she can’t have possibly actually known who you are” the old man reassured him. 

“Do you really think so?" 

"Yes, now go get that tea that table three ordered, that woman is not going to be very happy that it’s taking this long.” The young man sighed, 

“Yes, uncle." 

You were left stunned in an alley, again. 

That man saved you and he wanted to hide it? Why? About a million thoughts were racing through your head. I need to go back into that tea shop and thank him, you rationalized. You walked back into the tea shop and were greeted by the old man again. 

"Back for some more tea?” he asked. 

“Actually, I’m here to see your nephew” you said and the man’s expression changed to a more sly look. 

“Oh, I see” he said, winking at you. You’re face lit with realization at what this man thought you meant and you began to explain yourself when he cut you off. 

“No need to explain yourself, he’s in the back organizing some shelves.”

You opened your mouth to tell him why you were actually here but you decided against it, closing your mouth and nodding your head at him thankfully and then you made your way to the back. 

Iroh sighed and shook his head as walked away, “Young love." 

You walked down the hallway to where a door was open, you walked inside to see rows of shelves and the young man on a ladder putting more boxes on a shelf. 

"Hello?” you asked and the young man jumped, dropping the boxes he was holding and they came tumbling to the ground. 

He turned to see you and said, “What are you doing back here, this is for employees only." 

"Well, your uncle said that I could find you back here." 

The young man muttered under his breath some choice words about his uncle. He then climbed down the ladder and started picking up the boxes, once he had them all in his arms again he turned to you and said, "Sorry, but I’m really busy, maybe you could come back later and ask me your question then." 

He started to climb the ladder again when you asked, "Even if it’s about last night when you saved me in that blue mask?" 

He dropped the boxes again and whipped his head around to face you, completely in shock. 

"I- I didn’t save you last night, who told you that?” he said as he desperately tried to come up with an excuse, his face turned more serious, “whoever said that was lying." 

You looked up at him dubiously, "Well, you need to get your facts straight because that’s not what you told your uncle just a couple minutes ago." 

His shoulders fell and he looked defeated, "You heard that?” You nodded and he climbed down the ladder again. 

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you?” He looked around the shelves as if looking for an answer. 

“Well.. not everyone agrees with what I do and I don’t want to ruin the life me and my uncle have built for ourselves here. I’m sorry for not telling you." 

Your look softened and suddenly you felt very guilty. "No, I’m the one who should be sorry, you saved my life and here I am trying to ruin it." 

He smiled halfheartedly at you and picked the boxes up again, "Well, I guess I have to get to work again." 

"Oh, right, um, of course, and don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about your secret.” He nodded and began climbing the ladder again. You began leaving the room when you turned on your heel to face him. 

“Sorry, one last thing” you said and he turned around again, looking slightly exasperated. 

“Thank you." 

He smiled and nodded his head to say you’re welcome. You then walked away, a small smile tugging on your lips and you couldn’t see it but Zuko had one as well.

You were finally able to walk back to your house and you collapsed onto your bed, falling asleep almost immediately. It was going to take a lot of time and healing but you felt you were going to be alright, and you had almost all of it owed to one Blue Spirit.

For someone who loves writing I procrastinate a lot.

generations ago

»»———sokka x reader

summary: as sokka & you grew older, your adventures piled & piled. now, when your grandchildren ask questions, you are able to relive your younger days…

warnings: mentions of fighting & injuries; mentions of legend of korra (so if you haven’t watched, don’t read!)

word count: 900

a/n: hiii! okay, the italics are the flashback!!! so this is an anon request (& a super cute one, too!) of course in this fic, sokka did not die in his fourties/fifties. there are a few mentions of the flashbacks in legend of korra!

»»———masterlist

the screams & laugher of your grandchildren now filled your normally quiet home. as you fixed a plate of cookies & tea, you heard the pattering of little feet approaching.

“grandma!”

you turned your attention to the little monster below you. he was grabbing at your robes with puppy-dog eyes.

“what is it, dear?” you placed a hand on tio’s head.

“tell overlord sokka to play with me~”

you rolled your eyes, picked up the little boy, & made your way into the living room. your husband sat on the floor, entertaining your granddaughter with a handmade puppet.

“sokka,” you placed a hand on your hip; the other still holding up tio. “how many times have i told you to not make the kids call you ‘overlord’?”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“no, you did say th-“

just as your granddaughter was about to speak, sokka slapped a hand over her mouth. he gave a large apologetic smile. you could see his younger self underneath the wrinkles & freckles. his new sunburn from working in the garden gave him a slight pink glow.

the hand slapped over neena’s mouth was also speckled with sunspots. but it was just as strong as it was when you were younger. you always told him to slow down, but he never wanted to be a “fragile old man”.

sokka was still as handsome as he was when you met. & now the streak of white in his long wolftail added to that.

“mhm,” you hummed & placed tio on the floor.

“grandma! grandma!” neena pushed away from sokka & ran for you. “grandpa won’t tell us the story behind that picture!”

you followed her little finger to see which photo she was talking about. on the wall, a small portrait of aang & sokka hung. they looked to be about twenty, & as you stared, that day came back to you.

“oh, you wanna know about grandpa & avatar aang?” you smiled. before starting the story, though, you looked at your husband. you knew talking about aang hurt him, but he nodded, silently telling you to continue.

“well, i hadn’t met grandpa yet, but aang & your grandpa were friends since he was fourteen,” you said as you took a seat next to your grandkids. “& that day was aang’s birthday. the five of us — me, grandpa, aang, aunt katara, and toph — went out to celebrate. as a joke, your grandfather dressed up as an old man & handed aang his present. it was a little trinket from the southern water tribe; a reminder of how aang & katara met.”

“a little penguin,” sokka chimed in. he smiled but kept his eyes on the floor.

“so then he & aang just talked about their childhood for the rest of the night, ignoring the rest of us.” you chuckled & remembered how irritated toph had been.

“grandpa?” tio crawled across the rug to sokka & laid in his lap. “how’d you meet grandma?”

“oh, i dunno… grandma tells it better.”

“c’mon sokka, i already told a story. it’s your turn,” you teased.

“oh, fine.” he crossed his arms. “ahem. so, of course this was after we save the world.” he paused, as if he was waiting for an applause. “anyway, everything was getting back to normal. aang & katara got married & were now rubbing it in everyone’s faces. & toph — who was supposed to be my friend! — met some guy.

“so, i was wandering around in the fire nation, alone. i was trying to see zuko, but of course he was busy.” the irritation was still fresh in his voice, even though 40 years had passed. it made you smile.

“& i was just walking around the city & then your grandma runs right into me.”

“oh my goodness. i’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. “are you okay?”

“hey! watch where you’re goi-“ sokka stopped when he looked at you.

“what was i supposed to do?” your husband interrupted himself. “she was so pretty!”

“oh no… you’re sokka, from the southern water tribe. oh, i’m so so sorry! are you okay?” you held him by the shoulders & examined him.

“umm, y-yeah. i’m okay. are you okay?”

“yeah, i was just in a rush. i’m still so sorry!”

“it’s okay, really.”

“i couldn’t concentrate! i didn’t know what else to say!”

“you’re very pretty.”

“o-oh, thank you,” you smiled.

you thought for a moment before continuing.

“hey, i was about to go to a restaurant with my friends. do you wanna join me?”

“& that was that.” sokka sat up straight, proud of his storytelling skills.

“yep. the rest is history,” you smiled & got up.

you walked over to your husband & placed a kiss on his head. you two always joked about being that old couple who said things like “the rest is history” & who made their grandchildren gag.

this is exactly what you were hoping for when you asked sokka to join you for lunch all those years ago.

will you do me the honor?

»»———sokka x f!reader

summary: sokka & the reader are stargazing & start to ramble about the far future.

warnings: none

word count: 800

a/n: the reader is already an integrated member of the gaang in this fic. also this is a request by the lovely @queenofmankind!

»»———masterlist

day three with no sleep.

you’d been counting the days since this new side adventure began. aang overheard a merchant spill about a once-in-a-lifetime meteor shower four days ago. the trip to the earth kingdom was long & arguous, so the everyone was excited for this distraction.

sure, sokka argued once in a while about timing, but after seeing how passionate the rest of the group was, he changed his tune. however, katara teased he only stopped badgering because you were the most excited out of all of your friends.

but seeing meteorites & talking about them are two different things. without the location or timing of the shower, this distraction soon became more stressful than the whole lord ozai ordeal.

each night, appa would land on a plateau or mountain, high above hindering clouds & tree lines. everyone kept their eyes peeled. you’d all sit in a circle, staring into different sections of the dark sky.

but nothing came.

“well, maybe it’s supposed to be tomorrow,” katara suggested each morning after a sleepless night.

so flash forward to day three. your eyes are bloodshot, & they hurt. aang & katara refuse to use their energy on bending. & poor sokka can barely walk, let alone say one understandable sentence.

on the verge of giving up, the gaang decided to rest in the lowlands of a nearby mountain range. it was mid-afternoon, so most of the group took light naps to gain some energy.

when you awoke a few hours later, the sun had already set. you panicked. what if you missed it? when was the next time you’d see a meteor shower?

you rose & tried to wake aang. he rolled over & muttered something garbled. poor baby.

you moved on to katara; you knew she wanted to see the shower badly. you shook & shook her, but it was no use. she was out of it.

then there was one: sokka.

it’s not that you didn’t want to be alone with sokka. you did. you really did. it’s just that you didn’t know how to be alone with him. it was always friendly between the two of you, but after a quickly shared kiss in the northern water tribe… your relationship seemed to be nothing but awkward.

there was so much unsaid. he still has that thing with suki… & did he even want to be with you like that? you two never made anything official.

but nevertheless, you weren’t going to deprive him of a potential good view. you turned away from his sister & sat next to him. he was curled up in his sleeping bag, snoring. & loud too.

you silently chuckled & moved a few strands of hair out of his face. he looked less crazy & energized when he was asleep. you traced the bridge of his nose with your finger, & then his jawline, & then his lips.

it wasn’t a bad kiss. not at all. it was actually kinda perfect. it happened before the gaang left the northern water tribe, when a straggling fire nation ship pulled up to the wall.

“i call dibs!” sokka yelled, as soon as he saw the red flag. when aang & katara gave him a look of concern, he replied, “cmon, i got this. don’t worry!”

he ran a little ways ahead, but then suddenly slowed his pace. he stopped, turned around, & made a beeline for you. because he was running, he basically crashed into you.

and before you could register what had happened, he grabbed your face & kissed you. it was soft & passionate & long overdue.

“i’ll be right back,” he said pulling away.

you had hoped he’d ask you out after dealing with the ship, but he never did. those feelings just merely lingered in confusion.

& so now you sat, outlining sokka’s face.

after realizing how weird this was, you decided just to wake him up. you were forced to do this multiple times before, so you were an expert.

you shook his shoulders, which caused him to stir. then you tickled him, making a loud laugh erupt. he immediately sat upright & begged you to stop.

you sat back admiring your triumph.

“not funny,” he said. he unzipped his sleeping bad & crawled out. “why’d you have to wake me up? it’s not even light out!” he gestured to the sky.

“well, i was going to give up on the whole meteor shower thing, but i have a good feeling about tonight.” you stood & offered your hand, which s sokka took hesitantly. “i couldnt wake the others, so it’s just us.”

you led sokka aways to a small opening in the wooded lowland. it was a perfect little circle. a few lightning bugs made way for you two. looking up, you noticed the tree line parted, allowing a good of the sky. you laid down on the grass, & sokka mimicked you.

it was silent for a couple of minutes. neither one of you knew what to say. you focused on a few constellations you recognized.

finally sokka spoke up.

“i wanna build a house.”

you laughed. “sokka, i think you need more sleep. you’re talking nonsense again.”

“no, i’m serious. i wanna build a house, maybe somewhere secluded. a little ways from town.” he didn’t look at you while he spoke, he kept his eyes on the sky above.

“okay?”

you followed a lone lightning bug across your line of view.

“&… & i want you to be there.”

what? what were you supposed to say? is he being serious?

when you didn’t respond, sokka kept going. “i wanna live with you in the house i’m gonna build. i- i want you there. a-and maybe after a while, there will be three or four mini-me’s & mini-you’s running around.”

“sokka…” you turned onto your side to face him. but he still refused to look at you. “you mean all that?”

it sounded perfect. more than perfect. a little life with sokka was all you wanted.

but what if this was a prank? was aang & katara hiding in the trees, waiting to jump out & say “ha! you thought!”?

or what if he was settling? suki wasn’t here, but you were. did he just miss her?

no, he’s not like that. is he?

the avoidance of eye contact made this worse. you couldn’t read his face. & you started to panic.

all you wanted was laying right in front of you. he was right there. it was all right there. in your grasp…

but you had your hand extended out fully. it was up to sokka to close this gap. would he quit talking & leave it to how it was? was this your fate with sokka? just meaningless conversations with underlying tension?

“of course i mean it!” he threw his whole body forward. he sat up & threw his arms up at the stars. and finally… finally he faced you. he stared right into you. and it almost seemed as if he was keeping himself from jumping to you.

“i’ve always meant it! i just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Dragon moon art done by khyvop!!!

satirewrites:

@khyvop on instagram MADE THIS AMAZING PIECE OF ART which is now FEATURED as the cover art for the prologue!!!!! PLEASE go give it some likes and comments!

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Boomer-Aang baby

caty-catts:

hear me out (pt. 2)

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spy/agent! toph x shop worker! aang

(aaand probably some sort of plot twist, like toph is going undercover and uses the ‘innocent helpless blind girl’ disguise while aang is himself part of some illegal business or organization that uses the shop as a disguise)

(I just developed a whole plot around this, sorry)

(also, it’s some sort of modern with powers! au)

so. toph is probably sent to check up on the strange actions around the area of shop. such a nice worker there clearly puts her on edge. she wavers between believing his nice (almost too nice) demeanor and just stalk him to clear things up.

aang as a person who is somewhat undercover himself but worked quite a bit in the shop is on guard with the new face in the neighborhood, even if it is some blind harmless girl.

but story gets further, clues piles up, inconsistencies show up. there would be scene like this:

(they accidentally catch each other doing something probably illegal)

toph: *stares in his direction*

aang: *stares at toph*

toph: oh for fuck’s sake, twinkle toes

only after this they start to become closer (they were not even friends before that) and probably somewhat in the process one of them catches feeling

hear me out (pt. 2)

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spy/agent! toph x shop worker! aang

(aaand probably some sort of plot twist, like toph is going undercover and uses the ‘innocent helpless blind girl’ disguise while aang is himself part of some illegal business or organization that uses the shop as a disguise)

I have an a:tla au idea

(I’m going to leave the links to the posts that gave me the ideas, if you see some inconsistencies throughout the plot that I’m writing down tell me in the comments please)

imagine:

• the canon happens, both atla and lok (link)
• katara ends up being the idealized forever girl for aang and the airbender incubator (link1)(link2)
• almost abandoned with her two older children while her husband travels the world with the youngest (link1)(link2)(link3!!!)
• eventually, she is secluded in the swt after aang dies and does not participates further in politics (link1)
• she grows bitter with how her life went, but does not blames aang yet(cuz see the end of this post)
• eventually she and zuko reconnect and the bitter feeling of resentment grows even bigger (link1)
• in some infortunate even (idk what happens) she either kinda dies or just straight blacks out
• the next thing katara sees when she opens her eyes is the scene in the first episode right after aang appears, like right after the ice breaks and the lights of avatar state are dimmed
• katara is very confused but nevertheless helps him (and Bla Bla Bla, you remember the canon)
• she thinks it’s probably the afterlife moment when she is seeing how her life went
• but soon she realizes that she can change what is happening, she is not seeing it, she is back in the past
• it takes time to fully comprehend what is happening, but the canon goes forward whether katara is prepared or not
• throughout the next few months she tries to change what happened in the past but can’t really succeed until she has an ally
• this ally I imagine is probably toph who she met earlier and confided in her
• the next person who she confides in is sokka who is probably hurt that his little sister is keeping a secret from him
• they together decided that they needed to change things
• I imagine that the next thing they planned to do is try to bring zuko to the bright side, but first obviously they needed iroh’s support so they kidnap him (totally planned by toph and sokka)

meanwhile, I really have no idea where aang is

• probably katara realizes that her relationship with aang is just not right but only after some toph kicks, some iroh tea therapy and some sokka talks)
• needless to say that even with all three of katara support team it takes TIME for her to acknowledge that
• probably after that she takes her sweet time defeating ozai and azula (I really want to believe that azula can have redemption), rebuilding the swt and the south waterbending style (that includes bloodbending, FIGHT ME) and being one of the water tribes representatives in the global political arena (link1) (yes i’m going to link my own post) (link3) (link4) (link5)
• I believe at this point she probably has an on and off or a stable relationship with zuko
• I stan zutara and they marry and have steambabies *drooling melting drowning*
• happy ending hehehe

I really have no idea where aang is all of it

Tbh I’ve never written fanfiction before but wanted to try some in-universe stuff as a writing exercise. Had a lot of fun and will likely continue on my own, but am curious if there’s interest for this kind of thing here? If people would want to read it? My suspicion is it’s not really the kind of thing folks would be into, but maybe I’m wrong! So be gentle I guess but figured I’d put out a little trial piece. If you’d read more of this, I’d love to hear from you!

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The first morning, Kuyon awoke a full hour before dawn. It was the heat that did it, he thought – but then again, it could have just been the change in surroundings. Time off the water always took some getting used to. His first sea voyage as a child was fraught with sickness and insomnia, even though his mother had done everything she could to make him comfortable during the long journey south. The fear of the ocean itself was still present then – strong in him – and he worried that if he dozed off at the wrong moment, the ship would be swallowed up in his sleep. Years later, when he took his first post on a ship, it took him three months to finally get comfortable with the constant, quiet movement.

Now, it was the opposite. Being on land was what gave him restless nights. But it certainly didn’t help that the Fire Nation was also about as hot as the name suggested, even before summer had begun. It wasn’t just the heat either. It was the weight of the air, the dampness. So different from either of the homes Kuyon had known. As a child, it had baffled him how a city built on ice could be so very, very dry. And when he heard the stories of masters pulling water from the air itself, he’d been so excited to try – only to discover that in the heart of the Water Tribe, there was nothing in the air to bend. Maybe that was why the technique was only mentioned in distant rumors – something waterbenders did in foreign places.

Kuyon had unintentionally become that waterbender. Of course, this particular visit wasn’t his first to the Fire Nation, but every other time he’d only seen the ports, and he’d had the welcoming belly of the ship to fall asleep in. Besides, Ember Island didn’t feel like those places. For all the blackened, rocky shorelines and volcanic landscape that was the nation’s signature, he somehow expected the beach would not have sand. A rock beach would have been more fitting, but the stones on the island were smooth – nothing like the jagged rocks he’d seen elsewhere. And for all the explosions that had created the surrounding islands thousands of years ago, Ember Island felt serene. Despite the fact that it was a resort, Kuyon hadn’t actually expected it to feel peaceful. He didn’t think the Fire Nation could have peaceful places.

Unable to fall back to sleep, he got dressed in the dark and walk out to the beach. It was still black out, but there was enough starlight to see the way down to the water. The moon was barely there – just a sliver of a thing in the sky – and that too might have contributed to the restlessness he felt.

It wasn’t that he felt weak when it was waning. It was a latent thing – a scar of fear left over from when he was eight and saw the full moon in the sky go dark. From his window, he could see the warriors’ water fall, limp and useless, and he was sure at that moment that he was going to die. Even at such a young age, it had been instilled in him that men of the Northern Water Tribe did not run from a fight. But when the sky went red with the blood of the spirit – as the story would later be told – he saw the men if his tribe flee in panic. Every month since then, a part of him still feared that when that sliver vanished, it would not come back; that the sacrifice the chief’s daughter had made would wear out somehow.

At the water’s edge, Kuyon sat down in the sand and felt the edge of the tide wash over his toes. With his left hand, he gently pulled with its ebb and flow, barely bending it, just following the water’s lead. The breathing exercise had always calmed him, especially during his early days in the South Pole. At the time, his mother told him they were going to rebuild their sister tribe. Years later, he realized that most of the northerners who joined Master Pakku’s expedition were really looking to rebuild themselves. They had either lost someone in the siege, or were exhausted of hiding behind the city walls, waiting for the war to end. A whole generation had lived and died while the North was frightened to sail too far from home, and when reports started coming of what had been done to the benders in the Southern Tribe, an even greater fear set in.

In those early days in the south, his mother would take him down to where the ice became water and show him how to breathe into the tide. The same night he saw the moon go dark, Kuyon saw the great spirit rise from the waters of the city and wash the invaders out. It had taken weeks to sort through the wreckage left by the decimated navy, and though the spirit had saved them all, it had frightened him too. In the whole voyage south, he’d never spoken to the Avatar. Part of him had wanted to of course. At eight and twelve, the two weren’t so far apart in age. But despite his quiet demeanor on the ship, Kuyon was afraid of the airbender, for the same reason that for that whole journey he was afraid of the sea beneath him. That thing those two had become together – the boy with the tattoos and the spirit of the ocean – had both saved him and terrified him on the night the moon was killed. Pushing and pulling the tides with his mother, he remembered that the ocean could be peaceful too.

Even the water was different in the Fire nation though. The waves that splashed up on the sands of Ember Island were frothy and white; nothing like the perfect blue of the northern waters, or the icy stillness of the south. Once, after word had come that Ba Sing Se had fallen, he’d asked his mother why the Ocean Spirit didn’t simply appear on the shores of the Fire Nation as it had during the siege of the north. “It could wash away the whole army,’ he’d said, almost pleading with her, “like how it washed away the ships. Why doesn’t it?” Of course he knew vaguely that the spirits didn’t work that way, but his mother didn’t tell him that at the time. Instead she just sat beside him and put her arm around his shoulders, and said “I don’t know, Ku. I don’t know.”

Feeling the pulse of the Fire Nation’s ocean, Kuyon watched as the bottom of the sky began to bloom with pink, then orange, then yellow light. He focused his gaze on the water’s surface out by the horizon, in search of the thing that had brought him there, but with no luck. It would still be a few days before the migration passed by. Until then, he’d have to get used to sleeping in the heat.

Some members of the Water Tribes had developed a scorn for sunrise over the course of the war. Kuyon had never understood that. It was a beautiful thing, still.

The sky alight with early morning, he pushed himself up off the sand and began to walk down the beach, toward the town square that lay inland a ways further along the shore. There was no one else in sight as he went. Kuyon wondered if Ember Island’s stream of wealthy vacationing Fire Nation aristocrats had slowed in the past decade; if the shadow that had loomed over the country for the last fourteen years in the wake of its defeat extended even to the tourist industry. The families who owned homes here had taken major hits in reputation to be sure, but their fortunes likely suffered as well. He’d heard that the new Fire Lord had ousted most of Ozai’s true loyalists from the inner workings of government, but he doubted those expulsions meant any real severity for families with so much ancient wealth and power.

Strolling up the beach and through one of the town’s winding footpaths, Kuyon came eventually to a small plaza. Shops and restaurants lined the perimeter of the square, but almost all were still closed. Only one tea shop seemed to be awake at such an early hour. Inside, Kuyon found a tidy arrangement of wooden tables, and a small counter at the back. A woman, maybe ten years his senior, was wiping down one of the tabletops when she glanced up and saw him standing in the doorway. She squinted at him, straightened, and tucked the rag into the front of her apron.

“Would you like a table?”

“If you’re open.”

“Just the one of you?”

“Yes.”

She gestured from one wall to the other with an open hand.

“Wherever you like. What are you drinking?”

“What do people usually get?”

She walked behind the counter, pulled a set of spark rocks from a drawer he couldn’t see, and started a pot of water boiling.

“Our ginseng is the most popular.”

“I’ll have that then.”

She nodded and set to work. It was terribly quiet, despite the faint breeze that made its way off the water, through the plaza and into the room.

“Is this your shop?”

“Me? No. My uncle owns it. And I should warn you he only takes Fire Nation money.”

“I can pay.”

“I guess so if you’re staying around here. You a tourist?”

“I’m a fisherman.”

“Are you on vacation?” she asked, leaning over the counter toward him. Her hair was black like his, about as long, but worn up in the Fire Nation style. Her face was hard, but Kuyon couldn’t tell if it was because of his clothing or something else entirely.

“I guess,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to see the tiger dolphin migration. It only happens every four years, and they should be coming right by here in the next few days.”

“They got you in a shack down there?”

“It’s all I could afford. My ship’s in port at Hing Wa Island for the week, so I managed to get a little time away.”

“You should have stayed with them. Hing Wa is gorgeous this time of year. It’s ash banana season.”

“That’s why they’re there. My captain’s hoping to turn over our recent hauls for as much of the harvest as he can. They’re becoming something of a delicacy in the Earth Kingdom.”

She came out from behind the counter carrying a tray, the teapot and two small porcelain cups arranged on it, and set it down on the table in front of him. Steam rose from the neck of the pot. Without a word, she sat down in the chair across from him.

“Let it sit for another minute,” she said. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Please.”

“It’s just that I’ve never met a member of the Water Tribe before.”

Kuyon feigned shock, glancing down at his blue tunic, the blue rings on his fingers, the blue armband with the Tribe’s sigil.

“How did you know I was Water Tribe?”

She laughed.

“Which Tribe?”

“Both. I was born in the north, but we moved south when I was eight.”

“When you were eight.”

“After,” he said. “After the siege.”

She nodded, her arms crossed on the table before her, staring straight at the teapot and the steam rising between them.

“My husband was a technician on the Ilah’s Pride. It was one of the first ship’s to make contact with the wall. At least, that’s they told me.”

Kuyon looked at her, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. She picked up the teapot and poured them each a cup, but he hesitated to take his, suddenly tense and wary. Then she took a sip from her own and laughed again – a sharp, barking laughter.

“It’s not poisoned if that’s what you were thinking. I’m not a hateful person, really. And that whole naval crusade was an absurd vanity project to begin with.”

“Still,” he said, “I’m sorry. I saw what happened to those lead ships. It terrified me as a kid.”

“Yes, well, that’s what we get I suppose. Wei Ko should have known better than to join the navy. But that’s where all the advancement was in those days. He thought we needed the money. And why am I telling you all this?”

“I don’t know. You haven’t even told me your name.”

“Sung.”

“I’m Kuyon.”

“Well, I’d keep your head down while you wait for your dolphins, Kuyon. There’s a lot of naval heritage on Ember Island, and most folks won’t be as accepting of those Water Tribe colors as I am.”

amagicdragonwrites:

An excerpt from an unpublished draft from the heat that drives the light (the fire it ignites), following this scene.

Her husband is in the next room; guards are posted by every door and around every corner, but they let her into his room with no questions asked. Ozai is in bed, but awake; his eyes meet hers across the room and yet he says nothing. 

He did it, then, Ursa thinks numbly. Our children were obstacles so he got rid of them, I should have listened to Azula, how could I let this happen —

“Leave us,” Ozai says quietly. The healers that remained in the room hasten to obey. They shut the door behind them, and Ursa is trapped; that oppressive feeling of danger creeps down her neck again, until she’s clammy and cold all over and she shouldn’t have come here—

“Ursa. The children are safe.”

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amagicdragonwrites:

An excerpt from an unpublished draft of the heat that drives the light (the fire it ignites), set immediately after Zuko and Azula’s flight from the palace.

Ursa wakes up, disoriented, to find herself in the palace infirmary. 

It takes her five seconds to wade through the haze in her head, but when she finally remembers – Zuko coming to fetch her, Azula frightened out of her mind, putting the children to bed, and then the intense sense of foreboding weighing on her chest that forced her to get out of bed and check on the children – she bolts upright. 

Her head spins, and bile bubbles up her throat. 

“My lady!” someone cries, and suddenly, there’s a basin in front of her, a servant holding back her hair, and a hot towel pressed into her hands. 

“Thank you,” she says hoarsely, dabbing delicately at her mouth. The servant bows, but continues to hover by Ursa’s bed worriedly. “What happened?” 

The girl wrings her hands, and doesn’t meet Ursa’s eyes. “There was a commotion in the Princess’s rooms, my lady, and on their way there, the guards found you unconscious right outside your bedroom.” She hesitates, then adds: “They found Prince Ozai half-dead on the floor, and the children are missing.” 

Ursa’s stomach drops. Agni. Agni. Ozai in Azula’s bedroom – impossible. 

The Fire Lord said that Father had to kill Azula to become Crown Prince, and Father said yes!

Azula is his daughter, through and through; there is no way Ozai will harm a hair on the head of his chosen heir. Sozin’s line must be kept secure, he told Ursa, when they were trying for a second child; surely he wouldn’t throw away that securityfor his ambitions? Now that Lu Ten is gone, and Iroh too old for more children, Azula and Zuko are the future of the Dragon Throne — the heir and a lone spare. He wouldn’t.

Ursa doesn’t want to believe it. But Azula’s voice rings in her head, accusatory: You know what he does to obstacles.

She sets the towel aside, and gets to her feet, trembling. “My husband. Where is he?“ 

balsa-margarita:

Comforting Memories - Chapter 1 - balsa_margarita - Avatar: The Last Airbender [Archive of Our Own]

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Thank you!

Introduction:

Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you, thank you for visiting my page or clicking this post hehe…

Online I often go by Amor so feel free to call me that! I’m using this to help myself as since quarantine started, my writing and motivation has been going down the drain. I also lack accountability on my own mental health which is probably also a problem..

But hopefully with your help and my own interests I can get back into what I love, daydreaming and writing stories. Finally start on my script for my webtoon and etc, I’ll tag fandoms that I know of and wouldn’t mind writing. I’m still trying to work out mechanics and stuff cause I literally don’t understand how Tumblr works.

Remember that there is a rainbow after the storm, darlings!