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glowingshadows · 4 years

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ok so i’ve had this au live in my head rent free for the past few days

ok so let’s say that the northern water tribe is attacked by the fire nation earlier and defeated, effectively forcing them to surrender, and become neutral

the royal family are ‘invited’ (see: threatened) by the fire lord to stay in the fire nation

this means that princess yue was never destined to save the moon. she grows up in an upper class fire nation house in caldera, with dark hair and both parents. she never had the title of ‘princess’.

yue is sent to the same school as azula, mai and ty lee. she’s good friends with them, and she’s always competing for top spot in the class with azula

yue is a waterbender, but never properly trained, and has been told by her parents to not tell anyone. instead she uses her father’s sword from the northern water tribe, and coiled golden whips.

her father and mother tell her stories of the once great northern tribe, and how they long to return one day. from then on, yue vows to find a way for them to return, but she has to bide her time, waiting for the right moment.

this yue is not the girl we know from canon. she’s cunning and calculating, and has an arrogant mask to hide her true feelings. she has to, especially around people like azula.

a few years after finishing school, yue is surprised to find princess azula turning up at her doorstep, with a proposition.

hoo boy this got really long so rest is under the cut

when azula asks her to come and hunt the avatar and her traitor brother, yue immediately agrees. she knows that a) azula isn’t really offering, she’ll make her come either way, her family could be threatened if she refuses and b) this is a chance for her to see the world and she’s been bored to death just training all these years

also, after training in school and for years at home, yue is good. like, azula level good at sword fighting, using her whips and hand to hand combat.

so, in omashu, yue joins the trio in getting mai’s brother back and fighting the avatar and his friends. yue sees katara waterbend and is transfixed, she’s always wanted to be trained in waterbending properly.

katara and sokka are dumbfounded when they see a girl with a water tribe sword and characteristics fighting for the fire nation.

in the chase, yue joins the girls in following the gaang. when mai and ty lee go after katara and sokka, azula has yue come with her to go after aang, because she knows that yue is the next best in their group at fighting.

when zuko shows up, azula tells yue to deal with him while she fights the avatar. yue keeps zuko occupied for a while, winding him up with teasing jabs and cutting remarks, making him angrier and more reckless.

eventually, zuko manages to trip up yue, and she gets trapped underneath some debris. then zuko goes after aang and azula.

when sokka and katara show up, yue tricks them into letting her go, then she goes to help azula. when the two girls get cornered, azula shoots at iroh, and they escape.

ba sing se goes virtually the same, but when aang has been struck by lightning, yue is the one who releases sokka, toph and the earth king from their cells.

then she’s going back to the fire nation, ‘invited’ to stay at the palace under azula’s watchful eye.

over the next few weeks, yue overhears a lot that may change her views. she’s stealthy, and good at eavesdropping, so she hears when zuko and azula discuss the avatar being alive.

on the day of black sun, it’s not only zuko’s day of truth but also yue’s. after confronting his father in the bunker, zuko gets surrounded by dai li agents and azula being imminently arriving to deal with him.

it’s then that yue jumps in, she’s been shadowing zuko for weeks on azula’s orders. she takes on the dai li agents, using her whips and swords and buying zuko time to escape. but then azula arrives, and manages to disarm her.

without any weapons, yue, in a desperate attempt, waterbends, mimicking moves she’s seen katara do. azula is the better bender, and takes her down easily after the initial shock.

then yue is thrown into the boiling rock, deprived of water like the waterbenders in the prison flashback in “the puppetmaster”.

at some point, she comes across suki, and they fight and get thrown into isolation. then after that, they avoid each other.

eventually though, they begin to tolerate each other’s company.

after yue gets suki out of a tough spot with guards, they begin to become friends, confiding in each other and watching each other’s backs

when sokka and zuko turn up, yue spots zuko as a prisoner in the yard and beats him up, convinced that this is some trick by azula

then sokka accidentally walks into yue’s cell before suki’s, and is like seriously scared because he knows how dangerous she is.

yue just tiredly tells him where suki’s cell is, and sokka is left confused, until suki then explains how she and yue have been watching each other’s backs.

then, suki finds yue in the yard and asks if she wants to break out with them. yue’s surprised that she’s offering, but accepts.

they plan a failed escape plan, and then another with sokka’s dad.

when mai and ty lee betray azula, its more for yue than zuko. yue wants to go back for them, and has to be held back by suki so that she doesn’t get herself killed going back for them.

when they arrive at the western air temple, no one really trusts yue apart from suki, but toph, sokka and zuko are more trusting than aang and katara.

yue spends her first few days in one of the rooms, stressing out about her family and her friends. then, slowly, suki begins to visit her.

suki convinces katara to give yue some water tribe clothes so she can get rid of the prison uniform, and then introduces yue to each member of the gaang slowly.

first she and sokka are introduced. sokka and yue bond over geeking out about swords and fighting, and get along pretty well.

zuko and yue also reconcile pretty quickly, considering that she saved him in the solar eclipse, and they already know each other

toph and yue aren’t the best of friends, but there isn’t any hard feelings between them, and they have fun together

also yue did a whole zuko style awkward apology to all of them after she emerges from her room

it’s in aang’s nature to forgive, and he warms up to her pretty quickly, asking for combat tips.

katara doesn’t forgive as easily, but around the campfire one night, yue tells them about how her home was destroyed and how confused she was for years.

at night, yue had been practising waterbending now that she had the chance. during a sparring match with sokka, he disarms yue, and she doesn’t think about it, but bends water into his face.

everyone’s like :O you can waterbend??? and yue’s like um yeah??

after that, yue asks aang and katara if they can teach her waterbending. katara refuses, still not sure whether she trusts yue, but aang accepts.

after some ‘lessons’ with aang, its clear that aang isn’t a very good teacher, and yue gets frustrated easily when she doesn’t get it right away.

after a particularly catastrophic session, yue leaves in a huff.

katara finds yue by the fountain at night, at begins to help her with her form and yue begins to imrpove.

and basically i haven’t finished this yet because i don’t know whether i want it to be yue/katara, with the bonding over waterbending and lowkey enemies to lovers, or suki/yue, with the whole bonding in prison and suki being the first to trust her. so uhh let me know if it makes more sense with yue/katara or yue/suki

oh yeah and im gonna have background zukka and mailee too because why not

also im gonna have an epilogue where yue returns to the northern tribe with her parents and they rebuild it and she learns about her heritage

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webcricket · 5 years

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Looking Glass

Chapter 24 - Heaven is a Place on Earth

Pairing: CastielXAU!Reader

Word Count: 1611

Summary: The seraph and his love settle into the relative normalcy of life in the bunker - how long will the honeymoon last? Warning for a suggestively erotic non-explicit adult situation. One more chapter remains before we bid adieu. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

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Staring into the two by two crate repurposed as luggage overflowing with stuff set on the end of the bed, the surge of a smile crests your cheeks. The gladness arises not from the realization the relatively small container holds more superfluous crap than you’ve owned in years – most of the items totally unnecessary for basic survival and impractical for travelling light – it’s the notion of putting down roots, calling somewhere home, and having the comfort of someone with which to share the physical and emotional space such a home represents that draws out the manifestation of pure delight.

Grasp sliding along the sides of the wooden box to lock into the notched handles, ginger on the roughened surface to avoid splinters, you drift a final glimpse around the stripped bunker room where you first woke up in this strange and wonderful world – the very same day you met a seraph who challenged your beliefs about celestial beings and whose kindness and persistent, although not always patient, concern changed everything.

It was Cas’ idea, moving in – air quotes implicit – with him. Practically speaking, since you spend whatever free time you have together, well, together, the proposal made sense; especially considering other refugees live crammed into storage cells sleeping on stacks of dusty file folders in lieu of mattresses and stowing their sundries on shelves lined with lore books in languages too ancient to comprehend.

“Oh, uh, sorry-” a voice pitched to tinny heights by nerves meekly announces itself from the shadow of the hall door standing ajar.

Your glance shifts to a girl burdened beneath a backpack and shrouded in stained jeans and a tattered olive-colored jacket ringed by a dingy faux-fur collar. You recognize the youthful porcelain features and furtively darting eyes of the young woman and smile warmly. “Hi, Maggie. Come on in.”

In an undertaking of momentous effort given the weight strapped to her shoulders, she strains a step inward and bends, nearly buckling to the floor with it as the backpack lands inside the threshold with a dense thud. Evidently she never caught on to the adage of packing light. Nevertheless, she survived. “Sam said this room would be open in the afternoon-” She peers at a non-existent watch on her wrist, rubs the bare flesh in self-conscious habit, and hides the whole hand in her pocket. “I-I guess I’m a little early.”

“Right on time,” you reassure. Without the fallout filtered shine of the sun, you’re not yet used to reckoning time here in the artificially-lit depths of the bunker either. “I was just clearing out.” Focus flitting to the hole in her pocket where her buried fingers fidget, you remember a magenta jacket worn once mixed in amidst your surplus bounty of belongings. “Hey, I have something you might like.” Rifling through the box, you yank out the article and toss it in her direction.

She dives to catch the fabric projectile, strokes the satiny finish, admires the color, and stares up at you; an unuttered – Are you sure? – glimmers in her wide-eyed gaze.

“I don’t really need two coats, you know?” You resettle the rumpled contents of the crate. “And the color compliments you.”

“Thank you!” She beams; the gift, along with the compliment, opens the proverbial floodgates of sociability. “You’re with the angel, right?”

Right. The skin on your nape crawls – the bunker’s a tiny place these days with so many people occupying it and every single one of them damn well knows you’re with the angel. Sam made it a point to involve you in aiding the other survivors as they adapt to this world in order to break down the barriers of your angelic intimacy inhibiting them from trusting you. You get it – once upon a time you thought all angels were dicks, too. Defensive instinct kicks in at her comment. “His name is Castiel.” You direct the grit of the answer into the tenseness of the fists grabbing the edges of the box. A sliver punctures your pinky.

She looks at her feet, blushing, apologetic. “I didn’t mean-” she mumbles, meets your eyes to express sincerity– “I meant, what’s it like? Being with-”

“An angel?” you finish the query, biting the inside of your lower lip in self-recrimination for getting riled over the friendly conversation of a curious and grateful girl. “Sorry, I just … I’ve heard some of what the others say about us. He’s a good guy and what we have, it feels really … normal.”

“Normal-” She smiles, irises wistfully glazing and rolling upward in reflection– “that sounds nice.”

Heaving the box up to balance on the slope of your hip, you clasp her arm commiseratively as you shimmy past, ignoring the shard of wood stinging your skin. “I’ve learned anything is possible in this world. You can have that now, too – normal, nice. It’s safe here. I promise.”

“Safe.” She mouths the word, swallows the syllable in wonderment as you disappear into the hallway. Spinning to study the barren beige walls of the room, seeing possibilities in the blank canvas, bending to pick up her pack and drag it toward the dresser, she says the word again, imbuing the sound with confidence of truth. Of belief. “Safe.”

Perception perked, smile snagged at the corner of his mouth, Cas follows the sweetly noted treasure of a song to the yawning entryway of his quarters; his, he reminds himself, and as of today, yours, too. He stops to watch your figure swaying in front of the dresser, humming an unidentifiable and melodic tune as you fold pieces of clothing and tuck them into the drawers.

With you inhabiting the space, the light of the room glows significantly warmer; the cold décor seems somehow cozier. The room was never one he sought out before, never a place he felt a particular connection to aside from the fact Dean deemed number 15 as officially in angelic possession when it became clear the heavenly dispossessed being had unofficially blessed the bunker as his official home base; Dean happened to be half in the bag drunk that night and the bestowment of the bedroom may have been purely so the hammered hunter could slur some smirked joke about an Inception-style movie meta of an occupied vessel occupying a room.

The muffled shutting of the top drawer and scrape asunder of the one below tugs Cas into the present. He worried asking you to stay with him so early in your relationship might be perceived as presumptuous on his part. This world may be novel to you, but as an angel the navigational nuances of a loving liaison exist in a land foreign to him – one discovered, explored, and mapped out piece by piece with every moment you share. There’s no doubt in his heart and mind he loves you; and yet, he is also learning how to love you day by day.

Heeding to the guidance of the naturally arising – albeit frequently hedonistic in origin – impulses afflicting his vessel when in your presence has proven useful. He succumbs to one such an urge now, treading noiselessly across the threshold to slot his body against yours; skimming his hands over your stomach, he sinks his stubbly chin to your neck to stamp a kiss upon the delicate skin. “How was your day, my love?”

Laughter of surprise lilting your tongue, folded tee held aloft in your fingers tumbling to the floor, you relax into his rigid physique and stretch your neck to give his ticklish affections ample and unrestricted access. “Good – great, now that you’re here. How’d it go with the ghoul?”

He groans, a vibration of breath ghosting your ear.

“That good, huh?” you tease. In the mirror mounted above the dresser, you observe him nuzzle the sensitive spot below your ear until, lashes lowering in delight, you shudder and squirm, weak-kneed with a knot of anticipation forming in your belly.

They – he, Sam, and Dean in a tag-team trio – have tried to set a routine of hunting to keep Jack distracted, to train those of the refugees who are willing to fight a different foe. No one is talking about the impossibility of returning to the apocalypse world to take Michael to task. Deep down, for all the speeches and good intentions, no one really wants to go back; and without an archangel, that door is mercifully closed.

When he lets up in his worshipful ministrations, your eyelids flutter open to meet the eclipsed blue of his reflected gaze. “I missed you, angel.”

“I missed you, too.” His fingertips test the heated waters of flesh beneath the hem of your shirt, sparking grace where they caress and a blissful aching in your nethers. “I heard you praying – perceived your longing.” The digits wander below your navel, lifting the elastic band of your shorts to stray further still. “Those prayers – they’re inappropriate as far as holy entreaties go, don’t you think?” Arching a brow, the smile brimming to scrunch his eyes and nose tells you he enjoyed every licentious word.

“Yes, Cas,” you purr, less acknowledgment of impiousness, more yearning. Fingers wrap the seraph’s wrist and push his pursuit of your pleasure permissively toward its goal.

“Dean found another case,” he murmurs and nips at the shell of your earlobe, “we leave in a few hours.”

“So soon?” You gasp the last word, thighs trembling as his fingers and their tingling grace glide home to sheath your senses from all but the seraph’s touch.

He groans again into your neck, softly speaks in a gravelly choked cadence you’ve come to comprehend is Enochian. You don’t know the precise meaning; you can guess.

Next: Ch. 25 - Corollaries

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