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muffinlance · 1 year

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Prompt: Azula joins Zuko on his Avatar hunt instead of Iroh. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I'm certain to be entertained by whatever follows.

Ozai and Ursa were already dead by the time Iroh arrived home. He stepped from his ship into the palanquin, and rode past the places of their execution, holding the urn of his son’s ashes.

He had no time to entrust them to the Fire Sages before his father summoned him. He brought them along, because this was an easier thing than setting them down. And perhaps Lu Ten’s grandfather would like to see him once more, outside of the family shrine. Iroh would have given anything—

He placed the urn on the floor next to him. It did not kneel when he did. Fire Lord Azulon surveyed him from behind the flames.

“Rise, my son. It is good to have you home.”

They did not speak of Lu Ten. His father had always been a man to look to the flames of the future, rather than the ashes of the past.

* * *

They hanged Ursa, as befitted her attempted crime, and her past station.

They burned Ozai, as befitted his. A child of Agni should always return to the flames.

The children of the traitors had been stricken from the family line. Had been placed in the capital prison; bait for the trap. Azulon was keeping close eye on those who expressed concern for the offspring of regicides. Ozai had expected support for his position; it would be Iroh’s second task to sift through the court, and discard the chaff.

His first task was a more practical resowing. Azulon had already selected a handful of candidates: women of suitable birth and known loyalties. The wedding date had been set, pending selection of the bride.

“Thank you, father,” Iroh said.

Lu Ten held his silence.

* * *

Azula had never liked the servants who’d fussed at her hair and clothes, who’d pulled and tugged until she was perfect, like perfect was a thing outside of her for others to bestow. She only had to look at Zuko to know how far tailored robes and well-oiled hair could take one.

She couldn’t see Zuzu from her cell. Her robes were too cold against the stone and every tug to wrap them tighter just made them worse, she could see it in the guards’ faces, the way they’d stared when she’d first arrived and looked a few days after and now they barely even saw. No one would talk to her, no matter her demands. They didn’t even stop their own conversations anymore; just slid in her food and kept walking and batted away her fires and it was cold here.

There were things crawling in her hair that her nails couldn’t dig out. Sometimes she thought she heard Zuzu yelling, but she couldn’t be sure. And it would have been undignified to yell back. She was a princess. She was fifth in line for the dragon throne.

Fourth, now that Lu Ten was dead.

Third, because father was, too.

He’d yelled and then he’d screamed and it hadn’t done anything but make the crowd jeer. Fire Lord Azulon had been silent. Poised. In control. She was his namesake and she would be too.

She was nine.

* * *

Zuko yelled until his throat burned. The guards didn’t care, they didn’t listen to him, which was nothing new. He shouted and shouted and his own ears hurt. Maybe that’s why he never heard Azula calling back.

Grandfather had made them watch when he’d killed father and, and—

If grandfather had Azula killed, he would have made Zuko watch that, too. Azula was probably just better at being a prisoner than he was. Maybe the guards even talked to her.

He was eleven.

* * *

Iroh’s new wife was a third his age. A flower just coming to bloom. She looked like his first wife; Azulon knew his preferences. She was young enough to be Lu Ten’s sister. She smiled and laughed each day with the other court wives, and came to his room with lists of possible dissenters to discuss in their marital bed. It was not the pillow talk he was used to, but it was charming, in its way. She liked to lay on her stomach and kick her feet above her as they traced the web of treachery with his dead brother at its center. She was here to have his children—a task at which she worked with admirable diligence—and to be the acting Fire Lady. She had not had to struggle and flaunt herself for his affections; she had been picked from a line-up, her expectations realistic, her motives aligned with his. It was the least romantic relationship Iroh had ever been part of. It was… refreshing.

On the day the palace doctor confirmed their newly budded line of succession, the Fire Lord called them both in for congratulations. And for pruning.

* * *

Zuko had turned twelve, but had not realized it. Azula had turned ten. She’d counted the days.

Iroh had not been able to visit them in prison; only to inquire as to their treatment. Individual cells, regular meals of reasonable quality, no abuses. He’d moved his own people into position to ensure the last.

Azulon had moved them back, after a delay for his soft-hearted son’s conscience. They could not waste loyal men on cuckoo-vipers. And Iroh could not waste his father’s good will. Not when it would be needed in the future, for the most important request.

* * *

“And your wife agrees to this?” asked the Fire Lord, behind his flames.

Iroh’s wife had not been directly addressed, and so did not reply. She sat in polite and perfect seiza, her head raised, as befitted the woman currently running her half of the court. Azulon had never seen fit to replace his own wife, after all.

“She does,” Iroh spoke for her. “We have spoken on the issue at length, and believe it best. Our family is small, and cannot afford to be smaller. The children are young; too young to have been in their parents’ confidences. With proper guidance—”

“And how would they place in the line of succession?” Azulon asked. “How would they chafe, how would they plot, with a decade’s experience over your eldest?”

Lu Ten’s own connections at court had been built while his cousins were still in diapers. But he was no longer Iroh’s eldest.

“We believe—”

“No,” his father interrupted again. “I will not allow their adoption. Not by you, where they could smother your own babe in the cradle, and certainly not by someone I trust less.”

Which was everyone, since the night his daughter-in-law had served him tea sent by his son.

“Father,” Iroh began, and his wife shifted her elbow just so, the only indication that she wished to dig it into his ribcage. “They are young, and innocent. They are my beloved nephew and niece. Your grandchildren. We cannot in good conscience—”

‘Good conscience’ had never factored into his father’s policies. Iroh had… begun to realize that, of late. His wife let out a small sigh, deliberately audible only to the man next to her. She had cautioned very strongly against a—how had she put it?—a feelings-based approach to this situation. Feelings rarely factored into her own decisions. She had been hand-selected by his father, after all.

His wife went into a half-bow, her head lowered. “May I speak, my lord?”

The flames crackled. The shadow of his father inclined its head, just slightly.

“To kill the children is wise, and I admit, would set my mind at ease for my own child’s sake. But my husband feels strongly on this matter, and so I support him, for his happiness is my own. May I suggest a compromise? To place them outside the court, where they cannot build influence, nor harm your son’s heirs. A position from which you can judge their characters and value to the nation as they grow.”

“You suggest banishment,” the Fire Lord said.

“Not unstructured, of course. To leave them roaming freely would invite those that would take them in. Perhaps a military commission? As they are commoners, they should begin from a rank befitting their station, of course. Let them prove their worth on their own merit.”

Iroh could not see through the flames, but he knew his wife’s small smile was reflected on his father’s face.

“A naval position,” the Fire Lord said. “On a ship that does not frequently make port. The frontlines would be the best place for them to prove themselves, wouldn’t you agree?”

Iroh closed his eyes.

“Father,” he said. “Please,” and he could feel his wife willing him to stop talking. The Fire Lord had already agreed to spare their lives. A banishment could be undone, so long as he and the children both outlived the man before them. “I… thank you for your wisdom in this ruling. But perhaps, if they complete some feat worthy of our line, they could be allowed to return?”

The flames were hot against his face. His new wife was still and silent against his side. His father… his father laughed, a low exhalation, the wheeze of a humorless old man.

“Let them bring me the Avatar,” Fire Lord Azulon said, “and I will welcome them home with honor.”

* * *

Zuko didn’t know why they’d pulled him from his cell or scrubbed him down or taken his old clothes. They’d been dirty but they could have been cleaned. His new clothes were scratchy, and too big, and they looked like a common soldier’s, and… and—

And they’d shaved his hair.

* * *

It had gotten rid of the bugs, Azula admitted, in the privacy of her own mind. Still. She memorized the faces of the woman who’d held her down and the man who’d shorn her. For future reference.

They hadn’t bothered sizing her new outfit for a child. Azula noted the quartermaster’s face, as well.

* * *

They were put on a ship. It was the first time they’d seen each other in nearly a year.

Zuzu looked at her head, and wisely said nothing.

She raised an eyebrow at his, and graciously granted him the same.

It was hard to tell them apart. They had their mother’s face. And their father’s.

* * *

Their captain’s name was Zhao. He invited them to dinner in his private quarters, once the Fire Nation was behind them. Zuko fidgeted. Azula didn’t.

The captain spoke on how much potential he saw in them, under a commander who saw their true value.

Together, they could go far. Very far, indeed.

Azula smiled and said all the things she thought father would have said. Zuko scowled.

Zhao brushed over their arms with his own while reaching for things. He served them more when they said they were already full. He squeezed their shoulders when he brought them back to their rooms, which were next to his, even though the rest of the lower crewmen slept together in the same big cabin. Zuko scowled harder.

Azula was invited back. Zuko wasn’t.

* * *

Zhao was… Zhao wasn’t a good person.

“I know that, dum-dum. But do you want to stay banished forever?”

“Uncle said—”

“Uncle’s going to change his mind, when he has his own heir and a spare. We’re threats, Zuzu. And Zhao knows father’s old friends. He’s one of the smart ones.”

The dumb ones had already been executed.

“I… I think he wants to—to tie himself to the royal line.”

“Eww,” she said. “I’m ten. If he wants to get engaged, I’ll just break it when we’ve got the throne. It will be too late for him to retract his support, then.”

They’d barely left port before Zhao had made his first move. He didn’t seem like a man who waited.

Azula was ten, but Zuko was twelve. Being twelve was almost thirteen, which was almost a teenager, which was almost an adult, and adults understood things that ten year olds didn’t.

They had to get off this ship. They had to go home.

Zuko had to find the Avatar.

* * *

(This ficlet is now posted on AO3.)

#are you not entertained?#eventually this one will be a Fire Lord Iroh AU #better hope he gets that throne quick <3 #Happy Ending: and then they joined the southern raiders just as Hakoda was setting sail #and Hakoda was unprepared for these feral fuzzy-headed children suddenly on his ship #Bad Ending: and then they joined the southern raiders when Zuko was sixteen and Azula was fourteen #after four years with Zhao #Zuko: *shakes Aang until he glows then yeets him at Zhao like a grenade*#Azula: that's a good first step to being my favorite brother #but I still don't have a crown in my hair Zuzu #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #Zuko #Azula #Iroh #I actually really like Iroh's new wife?#RIP one-off OC I'll probably never use again #you are the politically climbing aro-ace rep we deserve #New Wife: sure I'll exchange my firstborn for ultimate power in my nation #wait I can keep the kid too?#sweet deal #ficlet #Cuckoo-Vipers

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solomons-poison · 3 months

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I keep thinking of Silvio with his first kid, I feel like he'd end up with either all boys or at least majority boys. But generally thinking how soft he becomes for multiple reasons.

His family life was shit, one parent that manipulated him and the other that openly hated him. No luck with his siblings either, for multiple reasons. He grew up expecting people to only ever want something, specifically money, from him, and it skewed his view on relationships and family so much.

But now, now he has you.

Someone who was so ridiculously honest and and kind-hearted and sassy and stubborn that he had no choice but to fall in love with you. Someone that didn't just want him for his fortune or for special favors, but saw through his difficult sides and defensive nature and need to solve all things with money and accepted him anyway (even if it involved some fighting and arguments along the way).

He never could have predicted having a loving family, someone that treats him like an actual human being and not just a get-rich-quick scheme personified, being willing to touch someone with vulnerability and opening his heart to them. Honestly, part of him expected his work might kill him one day; before you, it probably would have been a blessing to die on the seas with his crew, away from the troubles of his kingdom and the hatred of his family. That, or maybe his thirst would finally consume him, the expensive wines he invested in finally taking him in the end.

It was a selfish thought, because he cared for his kingdom and worked hard to make it strong, that was his responsibility as prince. But sometimes, if he let himself think too long on it, it became too much for him. As much as he spouted that money was all that mattered, his heart still felt differently, and it was killing him inside. But meeting you saved him, in more ways than one.

Bringing you home to Benitoite, introducing you to the nation and the king and queen, getting married, it was all so unreal and like a fantasy. Sometimes Silvio was convinced he was just dreaming a drunken dream, and he'd have to slap himself or pinch himself to make sure it was reality. You did your best to assure him you really were there with him, your love and your warmth was real, but you couldn't blame him for how he felt knowing just a fraction of what he'd been through.

That dream-like feeling continued even as you eventually told him you were expecting, as he watched over the months as your belly grew and felt the small kicks of life. Of course he was happy, but he was terrified, too. Terrified that the only good thing in his life would be ripped away, like so much else, that someone or something would take the last bit of light from him and he'd go back to the half-alive existence he had before. He focused his anxieties into protecting you, staying by your side and holding you close. But sometimes the only things keeping him sane were your touches and your reassurances, reminding him you were always with him, that not even the strongest forces of nature could take you away from him. And he'd melt into your kiss, engraving the feel of your lips and your warmth into his heart so he'd never forget.

Things only stopped feeling like a dream when, after hours of labor and frantic pacing, he was finally holding his son, the newest prince of Benitoite and newest addition to the royal family. Just holding that wrapped, wriggling bundle in his arms, sharp wails of tiny lungs piercing his eardrums, finally cinched it all together. He wasn't adrift anymore, he wasn't ready to die with his boat or from excess drink. He had you, your unwavering love and resilience and wit, and this new life that you'd gifted him, that you'd made together. And he'd be damned if anything was going to take that away from him.

Having a family is foreign to him, a loving partner and a child that seeks him out (he will always think of the first time he heard "da da" and thought his heart would explode). Sometimes many times he worries that he'll do something to fuck it up, that he might act like his father or that you'll come to your senses and leave him for someone better. It takes a lot for him to unlearn these feelings, to work past these anxieties, because he wants to be the best he can be for you and his growing family. But he gets there, trusting in you and in himself that you two have got this, that it'll take more than an army to separate you from the people he cares about.

On occasion, he still thinks about if this is an elaborate dream, although the thought is more one in passing than a legitimate worry these days. But if this is a dream, it's one he never wants to wake up from.

#silvio x reader #ikemen prince #ikepri silvio #tw pregnancy #tw children #tw kids #i have been deep in my feelings for silvio #the guy deserves a big happy family #the minx can write ✍️

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jinnazah · 3 months

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what kills me is how people here in the west are so …. willfully, blissfully, ignorant of what’s transpiring in palestine. like i have even seen poc, even seen HIJABIS still buying starbucks and i’m like …… i guess dumbfounded at this point. “oh but it’s just one drink” “oh but my one dollar won’t make a difference if i spent it or not” “well it’s not my problem, the middle east is always at war”

are people so arrogant they think they are the exception to what’s happening in palestine? in fact. the victim blaming against the palestinians is insane “well they should’ve just left” “well they should’ve agreed to a ceasefire” “well they shouldn’t have let hamas take over” you guys make me sick to my stomach!!!! my god this rhetoric is so narcissistic it hurts!!!!!

#like i eat and i think of palestine i think of the children starving to death in gaza i think of people making bread from CAT FOOD #i sleep i think how i can’t sleep unless my dog is warming my feet or i wake up groggy without my humidifier #people in gaza can’t even sleep they can’t even rest the killing the violence doesn’t even stop for a minute!!!#i wear my expensive clothes i do my makeup i do my hair i wear mt perfume and i want to cry thinking that like #are the women of gaza not worthy? do they not deserve this level of luxury or happiness?#will the little boys and girls of gaza ever get to play with their moms makeup and ruin it in the process?#i don’t know how anyone can let anything else consume their minds these days #shame on you. may your time also come. may the world look away in remembrance of those you scorned #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free palestine #free gaza #free the west bank #occupied palestine #israel is a terrorist state

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misciouscave · 4 months

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Wow what an episode heh ? Anyways *unkaisens your jujutsu* 💖

#they deserve happiness #drawing them is how i cope #they are so dear to me #beloved children #and i need to see nobara and her boys in these trying times #anyway im going back to pretend everything's fine until next week #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk spoilers #nobara kugisaki #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #tokyo trio #i just learned they had a trio name the other day and i love it sooo much #tokyo trio my loves

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lying-on-floors · 1 month

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I just wanna say, in my head, all the boys that were snatched up by "The Grabber" all got out alive and are each seeking therapy in seperate places and that Finney, Robin and Gwen are being sweet little delinquints in the park or wherever bc those kids deserve that, man. THEY DESERVE TO BE KIDS AND BE HAPPY!!

#the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #vance hopper #bruce yamada #the grabber #let them be happy #let them be kids #they were children #they deserved better #they deserve the world #i love them so much #my children #my babies #gwen blake

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oblivionsdream · 4 months

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Love your jester and knight, they really do live in my head rent free! I was wondering, does the king have a name yet?

Thank you!! I love that my Jingly Menace and his Tin Man are invading everyone’s thoughts 😆

Not yet! He will continue to just be King/His Majesty until further notice.

#I always take my time to make sure I pick a name I’m perfectly happy with #they are my children and they deserve the best

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snarkylinda · 1 year

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The true criminal mind was the person (s) that said "hey let's have Spencer have the sweetest relationship with kids, downright admit he wants his own....and then say no 💜"

#he deserved a daughter #no. he deserved 3.#they would have the classiest names too #some Joseline/Catherine/Charlotte shit #only for him to go full 'Josie 💜'#i know that Spencer having the child of his rapist would be messed up but I genio think he could look past that once they were born #like a 'I am not like you' thing. he wouldn't see Cat on the baby he would just see another way to be happy #spencer reid #(yeah yeah children aren't therapy and parents shluld fix their shit before- but CM is anything but realistic-#just gimme my pan frame of Spencer staring adoringly on a baby he thought he never would love after months of doubt)

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greylight32 · 7 months

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I took the, "which Kiddad are you?" quiz, and I got Lark Oak-Garcia.... And I don't know how I feel about it.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #lark oak #I took a test and it really read me like a book #a fucking children's book in fact #and I don't know how to feel #because like #I love hate this man #All I want for him is to be happy #and to be healthy and in a loving relationship with someone who is head over heels for him #but at the same time all I want is his pain #and to hate himself #for things he couldn't really control and things that he could #and never forgive himself for them even when the people he loves tell him it's alright #because how the fuck could they know whats wrong when he's the one who fucked up #and for him to think he doesn't deserve love because of everything he's ever done #and I'm trying to figure out if that says something about my relationship with myself or not

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be-side-my-self · 1 year

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In celebration of @cellard0ors finishing her fanfiction „Unexpected gifts“ I decided to clean up one of my older sketches.

Sketch can be found in this dump:

#fanart #digital #Laura x Travis #Travis Hackett #Laura Kearney #CW: pregnancy #Look they deserve happiness #and that in all kind of ways #and personally I want them to have children #which should be obvious considering that there are three fanfictions of mine that end with them having children #or one child at least #one I haven’t posted here yet but will #but that is just my headcanon #myart #TravisXLaura #LauraXTravis #Quarry shipping

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ben-the-hyena · 9 months

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SO WITH THAT HM POST REBLOGGED FROM @empatheticsadist490

I FOUND ABOUT THE HATBOX GHOST HAVING A BABY/TODDLER GHOST FOR SON FIGURE IN THE DISNEY XD STOP MOTION HALLOWEEN SHORTS WHO HAPPILY HELPS HIM HAUNT MORTALS AND COUNTS AS HIS FAMILY GOING TO HIM WHEN ASKED WHERE IS HIS FAMILY

AND THE 2ND TIME HE APPEARS IT IS TO HELP HIM SCARE AWAY MORTALS AGAIN AND IT'S ABOUT FINDING "THE BRIDE'S RING" (I KNOW DISNEY TRYING TO ERASE EMILY FOR HAVING EVER EXISTED THEY PROBABLY MEAN CONSTANCE BUT FUCK THAT)

AS YOU GUYS KNOW I AM HUGE HEARTBOX SHIPPER AND I HAVE A SAD HC THEY REGRETTED TO HAVE DIED WITHOUT EVER HAVING CHILDREN AND MOTHER'S AND FATHER'S DAYS DEPRESS THEM

BOTH UNAWARE THAT SHE DIED 2 WEEKS PREGNANT HENCE WHY SHE HAS BEEN SICK ON HER WEDDING DAY AND IS MORE EXCITABLE AND HUNGRY NOW AS A GHOST AND SO HAS BEEN A PREGNANT GHOST FOR 150+ YEARS, A CRUEL IRONY

AND EVEN IF EVENTUALLY BECAUSE I FELT BAD FOR THEM I DECIDED THEY WILL FIND OUT LIKE SOMEWHERE IN THE FUTURE AND THANKS TO A SPELL FOUND BY MADAME LEOTA BRING THIS TO DUE DATE AND HAVE THEIR CHILD AT LAST A "GHOSTBORN" (VERY RARE, ONLY POSSIBLE THANKS TO THAT SPELL FOR GHOSTS WHO DIED PREGNANT TO ALLOW THE PHANTOM EMBRYO TO DEVELOP AND BE GIVEN BIRTH TO NORMALLY) DAUGHTER NAMED BELLE PACE

WHAT IF IN THE MEANTIME THEY GOT TO EXPEFIENCE PARENTHOOD BEFORE THAT PLOT TWIST BECAUSE THEY HAD ADOPTED BABY BOO, AN ORPHANED BABY/TODDLER GHOST ? THAT HE FINALLY FILLED THE HOLE IN THEIR HEART AND HAVE BEEN PARENTS EVER SINCE ? AND BELLE'S BIRTH IN THE FUTURE WILL ONLY MAKE THEM A BIGGER FAMILY THEY NEVER THOUGHT THEY'D EVER HAVE AND NOW AFTERLIFE IS EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL ?

BABY BOO MAY BE THERE ONLY IN THESE DISNEY XD ADS AND COULD COUNT ONLY AS EXISTING IN THE CONTINUITY OF THESE ADS, I AM SO INCORPORATING HIM IN MY OWN FANON CONTINUITY

IT IS TOO CUTE AND THE IDEA OF THEM HUGGING THEIR NEWLY ADOPTED BABY CRYING TEARS OF JOY AFTER DECADES OF HAVING GIVEN UP FUCKING HURTS ME A GOOD WAY

HE IS THEIR BABY, THEIR SON, THEIR CHILD, THEIR PRIDE AND JOY WHO SCARES MORTALS JUST LIKE THEM AND DADDY TAKES HIM OUT IN THE GRAVEYARD AND MOMMY TAUGHT HIM WELL WITH THE CANDELABRA AND NO MATTER HOW HE IS NOT BIOLOGICAL THEY WON'T EVER REPLACE HIM

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andromeda3116 · 2 years

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like, i've had people say in reviews before that they were disappointed in the zutara in such selfish prayers, because it was too subtle, and like.

i get that. it was supposed to be subtle, building to a new beginning rather than a true shipping fic, but i can get being disappointed that this famous zutara fic doesn't have a whole lot of zutara

but like

i didn't write it for the zutara? like, don't get me wrong, i love the ship, it's my comfort ship i always come back to but like

such selfish prayers is really about katara falling in love with katara

the emotional thrust of the story is katara growing into herself and becoming who she's always wanted to be, and the "ship" is, in a way, kata/ang, but in the sense of --

it's katara and aang coming to terms. realizing that they're better as friends, but that their friendship is deeply important to both of them, and they do love one another. it's not romantic, but the whole story is building to the coda where they can stand at the ground-breaking of republic city -- where he recognizes that she's engaged to zuko now, and congratulates her -- as friends, again

such selfish prayers is very much an idealistic story. the politics are idealistic and the relationships are idealistic, too. the guy i had recently broken up with, when i wrote it, ultimately couldn't be my friend again. politics are a dark and deadly mess. things don't always -- or even often -- work out for the better.

but such selfish prayers is about what we want to make happen, and believing that we can do it, if we don't give up. it's about hope, and optimism, and having faith in the future, and in falling in love with ourselves and growing into a life that fulfills us

the real love story is katara, for once, putting her own desires -- her own selfish prayers -- first, and choosing what she wants, after a lifetime of putting other people first

such selfish prayers is a katara fic first and a zutara fic second, and i understand people -- who were expecting another stormbenders or once around the sun or incendiary -- might be disappointed that it's not really that much of a zutara fic, but zutara wasn't actually the story i was telling

it's a love letter to katara, first and foremost and last and at the core and at the end, it's all about her, and what she deserved

the zutara is just a bonus.

#katara deserved better #zutara #such selfish prayers #i've been mulling over this for a while; i've gotten a lot of comments criticizing the lack of zutara content #(among a wealth of positive comments! don't get me wrong i've gotten a ton of moving and amazing comments from tons of people!)#and it's like. while i get the criticism it's also a little frustrating because the point is not the zutara #it's katara. it's all about and for katara.#i've said before that i'm primarily a katara/happiness shipper more than a zutara shipper #like i love the idea of fire lady katara and i think they could be really happy together but all i really want is for katara to be *happy*#and god but canon just. does not show her being happy with aang #like i thought lok would make it better but it only made things so so so much worse?#like i'd made my peace with it and then lok came out and it was just. so awful for katara?#she was reduced to ''the avatar's wife and mother of his children'' and... that was it?#no statue?#she wasn't even there at the trial of a bloodbender? and they didn't even bother to handwave it?#like they didn't even bother to *mention* her #she turned into a shell of her former self all alone on the ice and i just. i cannot with that.#such selfish prayers is a fix-it fic for katara #the zutara is just a bonus

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