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haikyuuwaifu · 4 years

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Trip

Reader x Keigo x Bakugo x Shinsou x Shoto Poly

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

LOUIS VUITTON FIASCO

Y/N and Momo, but mostly Momo had decided that they would dedicate their last free day in the city to shopping. “It’s a celebratory shopping trip for finally getting the keys to the new shop!” Momo cheered, as the two friends made their way into the shopping center. “I mean, I was thinking of hookers and cocaine; but I guess blowing money is also fine.” Y/N declared snickering at the snort that came out of Momo’s nose. “Don’t even joke about something like that, Izuku would cry about it the whole time.” Momo huffed out as she and Y/N made their way to the Boba shop.

A few hours into their shopping day, the two friends made their way around the massive shopping center, idly making conversation. “You know what!” Y/N exclaimed clutching Momo’s hand, “We need to go to Louis Vuitton! I think they’re new line is out and they have this wallet I’ve been eyeing for months.” and at break neck speed the two women booked it, to one of their favorite stores; only to be greeted by the sight of a chubby faced, short haired woman screeching at the sales person, who looked like she was going to cry. The woman was dressed in a pair of leggings, and a crop top. She had a pair of gucci sunglasses perched a top her head, and her nails looked newly manicured. From a distance, she looked like the rich bitch type; but growing up with Momo taught Y/N one thing; and that was how to tell the difference between a rich bitch and a fake hoe miles away.

As the two women approached the store, they failed to noticed an angry looking man walking behind them, headed in the same direction. He was tall, with broad shoulders and spikey ash blond hair. The sides were faded extra short and the top was long. He had tattoos running down his arms and across his chest. The tank-top he was wearing under his flannel showed his back piece peeking if someone were to look hard enough. The snarl he made is what actually alerted Y/N to his presense behind her; and she swiftly tugged Momo out of his war path. Muttering an apology Bakugo proceeded towards the direction of the store, surprising both women when he stepped inside.

Inside the store, Katsuki was standing behind his girlfriend as he listened to her scream and yell at the salesperson about whatever dumbass reason she was yelling. Honestly he didn’t give a shit; didn’t even want to fucking come on his only day off this week, but what the fuck ever. As he half listened to her ranting, the front entrance dinged notifying the store that another customer had entered. “I-I’ll be with you ladies in a moment.” the store clerk had stuttered out; as Ochaco continued to rant and rave. “Oh don’t you worry sweetie; we can wait for you to finish with that unruly customer.” one of the women murmured smiling softly. The woman next to her cackled, and it brought a small smirk to Katsuki’s face. “Just say it Momo, a circus is missing it’s prized banshee.” At the sound of the insult, Ochaco whipped her head around; ready to yell when she was met with the site of not one, but two alpha women. A part of her wanted to shrink back, she had never had the nerve to deal with two of them; but most of her was going to put these bitches in their place. Before she could though, one of them had stepped away to look around. “I’ll leave this for you Y/N, I’m going to see those wallets you were talking about.” Momo whispered as she turned and made her way to the wall on the other side of the store.

Uraraka smiled internally pleased to be left with who she presumed as the more docile of the two women. Y/N looked at the other woman, eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you alright miss?” Y/N asked the sales clerk, as she moved around the other woman. The clerk, nodded slightly eyes filled with unshed tears. Y/N pulled the shorter woman in for a hug and patted her back softly “It’s alright, I’ll deal with this; can you do me a favor and grab me some of these?” she asked, showing the clerk exactly what she was looking for. Nodding slightly, the sales woman answered, “I’ll be sure to get those right away ma’am.” As she turned to go to the back, Ochaco reached her hand out only for it to be stopped by Y/N. “I don’t think so chubs; you and I are going to have a discussion about how to treat retail workers.”

“How I treat the help is none of your business.” Ochaco snarled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Aren’t retail worker supposed to stick together?” Y/N asked, looking down at her nails in disinterest. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” as the two women are interacting, Katsuki is silently taking this scene in. In most cases, he’d deal with it himself; but Uraraka fucked herself this time. He knew she was in the wrong; and he was going to let her deal with the repercussions for it. “You think, I can’t tell that you work in a department store?” Y/N asked looking the other woman up and down. She laughed slightly at the way the short haired girl puffed her cheeks. “Let me guess, you’re a part time cashier in a department store; and then you have a small youtube channel about “fitness”” Y/N asked air quoting the word fitness. Beside them Katsuki snickered. “Babe, you’re supposed to be in my corner!” Uraraka snarled facing her boyfriend. “Kind of hard to do when she’s got you pegged cheeks; and she’s right, you shouldn’t be talking to that woman that way.” Katsuki grumbled out. Y/N chose to ignore the shot of lust that went straight to her pussy at the sound of his voice.

As Ochaco moved to say something, the clerk had returned with the items Y/N had asked for. “Here’s everything you requested miss, and you’re in luck; this is the last wallet until we restock next month.” the clerk smiled eyes shining with veiled pettiness at the fact that the short haired woman wouldn’t get what she came in there screaming for. “You fucking told me you were sold out!” Ochaco screeched ready to lunge at the sales clerk. “I never said that ma’am. I said I’d have to go back and check; you would have known that had you bothered to shut your mouth and listen.” the clerk stated narrowing her eyes slightly. “Tell her girl! Go on!” Y/N stated, sifting through the wallet pockets. On the other end of the store Momo was cackling quietly as well as updating the GC of the days current events. “Do you know who the fuck i am?! Who the fuck my boyfriend is? He’ll fucking crush you!” Uraraka screeched, slamming her fists on the glass. “Sir, I think it’s time you take your child home. She’ll no longer be allowed to shop here.” the clerk stated sternly towards Katsuki. “Fucking christ cheeks; it’s a stupid fucking wallet and it was probably too damn expensive anyway.” he grumbled, trying to drag her out of the store. “It was only 1500 Katsuki, and you promised you’d buy it for me!” she screeched out latching onto the counter top. Katsuki let out a snort of disbelief, “You must be fucking crazy if you think I’m going to shell out 1500 dollars for a fucking wallet you’re only buying for the aesthetic.” He snarled out unlatching her hands from the counter top. “Now let’s fucking go.” As he made his way towards the exit Y/N waved her black card in front of Ochaco’s face; “I’ll take two of everything to make up for that shitty customer. You get paid based on commission right?” Y/N asked cheekily, and all that could be heard through the shopping center was an enraged Uraraka Ochaco and a swearing Katsuki Bakugo.

“I don’t know what the fuck is in Tokyo water, but the men here are sexy and the women here suck.” Y/N mumbled to Momo as the two made their way to the parking lot. To their surprise, Katsuki was out there sitting on the hood of his car; seemingly waiting for them. “I uh...I wanted to apologize for my girlfriends shit behavior.” he mumbled out scratching the back of his neck as he cast his eyes down to the ground. Y/N stepped forward and titled his chin up with her index finger. “You’re a fucking king, so fucking act like it; and don’t go apologizing for her shitty behavior. She’s an adult, and she should take responsibility for her own actions.” Y/N huffed out a pretty smile stretching over her features. Booping his nose, she giggled at the way his cheeks flushed and waved as she walked passed him. “See you around King!” she called behind her as she and Momo made their way towards the car, Katsuki watching them a shocked look on his face.

That night, Katsuki was in his apartment alone, as Uraraka was still pissed with him; so she had opted to stay with Camie for a while. He spent that evening playing over Y/N’s words and continued to do so into the following morning.

-Katsuki and Uraraka have been together for 10 years. In the beginning of their relationship Katsuki was very outspoken and he didn’t let anyone treat him any kind of way. As the relationship progressed Izuku and Denki could see that the Katsuki he was acting like wasn’t the Katsuki they really knew. Being with Ochaco made him soft, in the ways that he shouldn’t have been; and she’s spent the last number of years walking all over him. Y/N could tell what kind of person he should have been and she hoped her reminder that he was more than he was being treated stuck; and it did.

-That following Monday showed a bit of the old Katsuki, and it started with him NOT paying Ochaco’s bills anymore.

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danvers--carol · 3 years

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This fic,,, 👌😭

in a river you wade by Anonymous bleuett (M, 20k)

Mpreg where WWX died, leaving pregnant LWJ and A-Yuan; deals with postpartum depression, being a single father

Some of the best quotes/scenes 🥺

~*~

“Diedie’s parents are gone like A-Yuan’s parents?”

“Yes. But you and A-Yue have me, and your bobo and shugong, now.”

A-Yuan tilts his head back, staring up at Lan Wangji upside down. “You’re my favourite.”

Lan Wangji softens and leans down to kiss A-Yuan’s forehead right where the metal cloud of his ribbon lies. “You and A-Yue are the most important to me.” You were Wei Ying’s favourite, he thinks, you have always been loved.

~*~

Amused, he silently enters the jingshi, standing in a position by the bedroom that keeps him hidden but allows him to see inside.

On the floor by A-Yue’s crib, Jingyi, A-Yuan and A-Yue are all lying on their stomachs. Between the two boys and A-Yue is a small white rabbit. It sits peacefully eating lettuce from Jingyi’s hand and accepting A-Yue’s chubby hand in its fur.

“See, it’s a good rabbit,” Jingyi whispers. “Hanguang-jun won’t mind.”

~*~

She’s chewing on one end of her forehead ribbon, and just as Lan Wangji is about to tell her to take it out of her mouth, she spits it out and says, “Fuck.”

Lan Wangji almost chokes. He doesn’t bother asking A-Yue where she learned such a word. A-Yuan’s guilty face says all he needs to know. “Bring Lan Jingyi to the jingshi after your classes tomorrow,”

~*~

A-Yue considers this for a moment, before she says, “Uphold the values of justice. You told me that’s one of the most important rules on the Wall of Discipline. I want that too! I’m going to be just like him and you, fuqin.”

Lan Wangji blinks back tears and kisses the crown of her head. “I do not doubt you will be better than the sum of both of us.”

~*~

A-Yue and Jin Ling. They’re both laying down with their heads in A-Yuan’s lap, fast asleep. Between their bodies, they’re holding hands.

“They made up,” A-Yuan whispers.

~*~

Her smile is all Wei Ying’s.

“You are just like your father,” he says as he accepts the tea.

A-Yue’s smile softens, her eyes wide. “Really?”

“Mn, I have told you this many times,” Lan Wangji points out. “Sneaking off is something he would have done.”

“So I’m forgiven?”

Lan Wangji takes a sip of his tea. “No."

~*~

Beside him, A-Yue attempts to catch glances of Zidian. This, Lan Wangji decides, has probably been Lan Wangji’s greatest failure as a father.

~*~

“A-die has told me so much about you,” A-Yue says, her voice trembles. “I’ve always imagined meeting you.”

“Lan Zhan, what terrible things have you been telling her about me?” Wei Ying jokes, but he sounds on the verge of tears again.

Lan Wangji smiles softly. “Always good things.”

~*~

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying repeats, so softly. “Won’t you give this poor man a kiss?”

Whatever you ask for, always, Lan Wangji thinks.

~*~

And every time Wei Ying turns to look at him, joy on every part of his face, Lan Wangji is already looking back.

#personal #fic rec i guess #im watching football with fam and losing it over wangxian 😭🥺#dunno who the author is so for now i made a post for later sorry

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princealigorna · 4 years

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Bad anime character summaries!

"I'm ten years old and uncomfortably lesbian for my best friend"-Tomoyo Daidouji "I'm ten years old and uncomfortably straight for my fiance (who is my cousin)"-Meilin Li "I'm ten years old and uncomfortably straight for my teacher (who is also my fiance?)"-Rika Sasaki "I'm ten years old and comfortably straight for my nerdy male friend"-Chiharu Mihara "I'm ten years old and comfortably straight for my rival, but uncomfortably straight for my brother's best friend (who is also one of my magical guardians)"-Sakura Kinomoto "I'm 16 years old and quite comfortably gay for my master's brother, but politely reject her childish crush"-Yue/Yukito Tsukishiro

"One day I'll be a superhero princess, but right now I'm kinda a snot"-Chibi Usa "Ravioli ravioli I am the the cutest loli"-Kanna Kamui "I'm a third grader that orgasms around my best friend"-Rika Saikawa "Chubby Gal explains it all"-Galko-chan "I was already bland in the light novels, but the anime killed what personality I had"-Kirito "I lived, bitch!"-Guts and Casca "Immortal girl loves art, wants to die"-Tomie "Rich girl loves to farm, is scared of boys"-Katarina Claes "When your family are a bunch of murderous, backstabbing, incestuous assholes and forgetful incompetent idiots, turn to witchcraft and detective novels and make your life a living cosplay"-Sayo Yasuda/Beatrice from Umineko "Cute little girl becomes the Queen of Hell"-Sachiko Shinozaki "There are exactly two things I love in this world: fencing, and my girlfriend"-Utena Tenjo "My girlfriend became God, so I tricked her into thinking I was dying to rescue me, then stole her powers and became the Devil"-Homura Akemi

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angel-squid-trash-ghost · 4 years

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Parental Guidance Pt.4

The sled was packed and ready to go. Katara climbed on to make sure their pile did not fall. Zuko, Katara and Kanna had worked their fingers to the bone mending and sewing. Summer had started and by the look of the pile, everyone in the village wanted a new wardrobe. Yise’s baby was also going to get her name soon. The most important delivery was her tiny parka.

Yise insisted on inviting them inside. Her home didn’t look much different besides there being less furs. It had been a while since Katara had seen a marriage bed. Kanna presented the ceremonial dress. It had taken three tireless nights to fix every bead and bone into the intricate designs. On the bottom was a wavy array of blue glass beads and a lining of fox fur. Around the collar was a zig-zag pattern made of shells and bone shards also lined with fox fur. And all around the deep blue garment were threaded embroidery of birds flying. Yise choked up when she held it.

“Kanna, it’s absolutely beautiful. I don’t think Princess Yue’s could have been this fancy. The lamp oil isn’t enough. I have to find something else to repay you.” Yise gushed.

Kanna waved her hand blushing slightly. “Oh you stop now. It will be an important day. She should look her best.” Kanna touched the small nose of the baby on her back.

“Ms. Yise can we hold her?” Katara asked with big eyes.

Yise agreed and took the small body from out the amaut. She sat the children down and carefully placed the baby in Katara’s arms. Katara made sure to hold the baby in all the right places and support her head. She marveled at the new life. The baby’s hair was already thick and curly. She cooed when Katara spoke to her. Zuko was delighted when the baby grabbed his finger. He praised her endlessly on how cute she was. The children laughed when the baby squealed loudly.

“What is her name?” Zuko said unaware of the secrecy that came behind naming ceremonies.

Before Kanna could explain, Yise answered, “Well an Earth sailor said their word for ocean was Temma. I think it would be unique.”

“An Earth name. That would be unique.” Kanna nodded.

“We have a Zuko why not a Temma!”

Kanna smiled. Her heart was warmed in its entirety, “That’s very true. I think Temma is a wonderful name.”

“Can I? Please?” Zuko didn’t move his eyes from the bundle of joy. Yise moved her daughter from one set of arms to the other. “She is so cute! Hi kissy baby! Hi!” Zuko enthused making kissing faces.

“She really likes you Zuko. She’s so small.” Katara laughed with the baby.

“Yeah. Like Lala.”

Katara hadn’t met anyone with that name, “Who’s Lala?”

Zuko thought hard frowning some. “I don’t remember.” Holding the baby suddenly didn’t feel as good as it did a second ago.

Katara sensed his distress, “That’s alright. Maybe later you’ll remember.”

Zuko nodded looking back down at the rosy face, “Yeah. Maybe later. But now I say hi to Kissy baby!” The baby squealed again shaking her chubby arms.

Kanna watched Yise watch the children. Yise was always a sweet girl. She wasn’t one to gossip but she could hold one in a conversation for hours. It came as a surprise when she married the gruff and quiet Danak. But everything seemed to be going well. The new addition to the village was proof of that. Kanna took pride in her role. Her son was chief and led the men in hunts and battles, but she was the leader of the women. She was the one they would go to for advice and counsel. She watched Yise’s face go from content to thoughtful. Yise sighed.

“She’s a beauty. Just like her mother.”

“Oh.” Yise turned back to Kanna, “Thank you. She has her daddy’s stormy eyes and her mommy’s nose. Sometimes I joke that I only married Danak so we can have pretty babies.”

The women chuckled. Yise didn’t keep her smile long before she turned back to the children, “Is everything alright?”

“With Danak? Yes! It was a joke. I know people told me he was a mean one but he’s not at all. He’s truly a gentle giant. May I be swept away if I dared ask for a better husband. And you should see him with the baby. He blubbered when she barely said dada.”

Kanna nodded. That was good to hear. “I’m glad but that is not what I meant, dear.” Kanna had a special skill of drawing information from people. She had to if she was going to keep the women folk safe. “You look to be thinking about something.”

Yise looked at her hands, “I can tell you anything?” She didn’t need an answer when she looked to Kanna’s face. “Well, to be honest with you Kanna, and please take no offense, but I can’t help thinking it’s strange to see a Fire child holding my baby. I never thought I’d see the day! But he’s so well-mannered. And pleasant. Katara likes him too. It’s nice to see her have a friend. After what happened to her mother. Poor girl. Most of us don’t really have a problem with him being here anyway.”

“Most of you? The other women?”

“No, husbands too.” Yise paused, “Danak wasn’t keen to the idea. He was worried the boy would be a firebender. Oh, and do not get me started on Kehana! That old witch has it out for him. I’m surprised she didn’t try to poison him. It was a good thing Katara was there or that poor child would probably be dead!”

“That is troubling. Do people think I made the wrong decision?” Kanna feigned.

“Not me. I knew when you took Zuko into your home that you must have saw something in him. And Hakoda hasn’t made a complaint yet. That has calmed Danak’s concerns down some. It’s all the same to me. The more the merrier.” Yise clapped.

At some point the baby had changed hands again. Katara now had the baby howling in laughter, “I just want to eat you all up! Yum, yum, yum!”

…

Zuko pulled the sled back home. Katara sat in the back holding their basket of traded items. Hakoda had come back early. He had not been feeling well and Kanna put some soup on at the first look of his red nose. Hakoda sat next to the window, against his mother’s wishes and watched the village go on without him.

“Can we go out and play?” Katara pleaded to her grandmother.

“I don’t see why not. It is a beautiful day.”

“Yay!” The children cheered.

“I love you Gran-Gran!” Katara kissed her on the cheek.

“I love you Gran-Gran!” Zuko did the same.

“I love you Dad!” Katara went to leap in her father’s lap.

“Sorry, not today kiddo, Dad’s got the sniffles.” Hakoda stopped her.

“Ok. I love you. Bye!” Katara ran out the door.

“Feel better, Sir. Love you. Bye!” Zuko ran after her.

Hakoda scratched his beard. “Love you too?” He watched them through the window chewing his lip.

“What are you thinking.” Kanna handed him a bowl.

Hakoda blew on his food a few times, “I am not sure about him living with us. You went out today. What are the women saying?”

Hakoda knew it was somewhat inappropriate to have his mother collect information for him. However, it was necessary to be a good chief. He knew some of the men wouldn’t be completely honest with him. But the woman never lied to Kanna. It was a superpower she had possessed since he was a boy. When him and Bato pulled pranks around the village, Kanna was always able to pinpoint who did what, when, where, and why. If there was a why. Just with a few maternal smiles and foreboding stares. She was not a woman to be trifled with.

“What do you mean?” Kanna sat on her stool.

Hakoda squinted, “Like what are they saying about him being here. How do they feel?”

“Most of them do not mind. Although their attitude is less accepting and more like an unusual fascination.”

“That is not so strange.”

“It isn’t right. Zuko isn’t an oddity. He is a little boy.” Kanna snapped.

Hakoda took his eyes out of the window, “I know that, mother.”

"Mm. They all agree that Kehana has the strongest opinion."

Hakoda sucked his teeth, "That miserable hag. Chief Arnook and his shit excuse to send a spy. She does not even bend. I should have been more forceful in my refusal. Anyway, she isn't one of us. She does not have a say." Hakoda ate, “Anything else.”

“About Zuko? Nothing really. They do not know much about him. He is with us all the time.”

A lightbulb went off in Hakoda’s head. “Mother? Have I ever told you how much I enjoy our talks?”

“Oh, hi Dad. What are you guys talking about?” Sokka walked in and threw his practice gear at the entryway.

"Sokka go outside and play." Hakoda said plainly.

"But I'm hungry. Can I have some soup?"

"Did you hear me?" Hakoda raised a brow.

Sokka threw his arms down in disbelief, "I don’t want to play with them. They’re babies. They’re probably playing some stupid baby game."

"Boy, if you do not get your narrow behind-"

Sokka threw his head back, "Argh! Fine!"

“My little boy is getting older.” Hakoda looked to the window.

Zuko hopped in place humming a song he made up. Katara put the finishing touches on their snow castle. Which was really just a six feet high pile. They rebuilt a few times as the weather got warmer. Katara giggled to herself watching Zuko go up and down. Zuko hopped when he was happy. She didn’t know why but she didn’t mind it. She liked to see Zuko happy. His first weeks had been rough. But he was able to say more and he was a lot more comfortable in the house. It was the best thing in the world having your best friend live with you.

"What song is that?" Katara asked him.

"The sun is out, and it is so pretty!" Zuko sang leaping higher.

"Just like me. That's why I'm the princess! Let's go Warrior Zuko. You have to defeat the monster!"

Zuko grabbed his piece of driftwood. "Ok!"

Katara sat atop her snowy throne. She described a giant green winged monster to Zuko. They planned how to defeat it with their many pretend abilities. Zuko was going to make his first attack when Sokka sulked towards them.

"What do you want?" Katara sneered.

"Dad says I have to play with you guys."

Before Katara could say anything Zuko happily agreed. It was strange because Zuko didn't like Sokka that much. It all made sense when Zuko told Sokka he had to be the monster.

"I'm not going to be the monster!" Sokka crossed his arms.

"Yes. You have to." Zuko grinned like a fox.

"Nuh-uh. I'm going to be a real warrior one day. And Katara is my sister so I have to save her."

"But I marry Katara." Zuko scoffed.

“You what!” Sokka bared his teeth. “You will never marry my sister!”

“In the game stupid head!” Katara hands fisted.

“Stupid head?”

“Don't say that Zuko. It's not nice." Katara wagged her finger.

"But you say-"

"No. We don't say mean things."

"Ok." Zuko glanced at the ground and then back up. "Katara!"

"Yes?"

"You stupid head." Zuko cackled.

Katara threw a chunk of castle at him. He laughed anyway. Even Sokka laughed a little.

"We can settle this easy. Stick your feet out." Katara demanded. Sokka stuck his foot out. Zuko mimicked him. "Water, water in a pool. Show me which one is the fool." She pointed back and forth until she landed on Sokka's foot. "Sokka you're the monster." Katara hailed.

"Pfft! Fine Whatever." Her brother griped

Zuko hopped twice and then held his driftwood as mighty as any warrior would.

"Alright. Mighty warrior Zuko! Save me!" Katara put her hand to her forehead.

"Yes Princess! I will defeat you, monster!" Zuko declared.

Sokka quickly got into character. The baby games notion completely disappearing from his mind, "Not if I get you first!"

Zuko and Sokka went back and forth trading blow for imaginary blow. "I use bite power! I bite you!" Zuko open and shut his hand.

"I use my roar power. I knock you back." Sokka yelled towards Zuko.

Zuko put up his arm, "I block it. I use my weapon! Jah!" Zuko swung his stick but not too close to touch Sokka.

"My skin is impenetrable! I use punch power! And hit you directly!" Sokka punched the air over Zuko's head.

Zuko only knew what some of those words meant but dramatically fell back anyway. He held his chest and stuck his tongue out, falling to the ground, “Princess Katara! Help me!"

“She has powers too?” Sokka laughed.

“Of course I do! I’m the princess!” Katara slid down the castle landing to Zuko’s unmoving body. Sokka almost fell over with laughter. “Princess healing powers go! I make the warrior Zuko all better!” She placed a butterfly kiss in his hair.

Zuko bolted up, “I am better! I use my weapon. I hit you on the belly! Jah!”

“Oh no! My only weakness. My stomach!” Sokka fell to his knees, “Ah! My guts!”

“I got the monster!” Zuko celebrated.

“And then we live happily ever after. The end!” Katara hugged him hard.

“What do you want to play now?” Zuko asked Sokka.

“Hey Sokka! What are you doing?” A voice called.

Katara saw the twins Noaluk and Yoton, Moak’s sons, coming up the hill. They were older and boys so Katara didn’t have much to do with them. Sokka knew them though. They would have had to been at training and hunting trips with him. Katara wanted to think that they wanted to join them. But by their faces and contentious gait that they weren’t there to save a princess.

“I’m playing.” Sokka stood up. He put his hands behind his back.

“With the burnt bastard?” Noaluk spoke first.

“Yeah. Aren’t you afraid he’s gonna set you on fire?” Yoton snickered.

“It’s not like that. My dad made me. It’s no big deal.” Sokka rubbed the back of his head.

Yoton walked up on Zuko. Katara instinctively grabbed his hand, “Just go away.”

“Why? We want to play. We can play soldiers. We’ll be Water Tribe and Zuko can be the Fire Nation soldier we kill.”

“That’s not funny. Go away!” Katara balled her fists.

Noaluk smirked, “You’re pretty bossy. Why don’t you be a good little girl and shut up.”

“Hey! Don’t talk to my sister like that.” Sokka took a step forward.

Noaluk pulled Sokka by the collar, “What are you going to do? Are you a traitor like her?”

“Come here, you ugly brat.” Yoton took another step forward.

“Leave them alone!” Sokka kicked Noaluk and tackled Yoton.

Noaluk recovered quick enough to get to Sokka before he could land his first punch. Katara’s reacted quickly and jumped on Noaluk. She wrapped his arms around his neck pulling him away from her brother. She didn’t think she was strong enough to fight the older boy. She knew she wasn’t. But it didn’t stop her from trying to help. Yoton flipped Sokka over onto his back. He belted Sokka relentlessly. Zuko was yelling something in Fire’s tongue, struggling to force him off. Yoton shoved Zuko away. Hard. Zuko hit his head

Katara gasped and lost her grip. Noaluk threw her over himself like a ragdoll. Katara thought hitting the soft snow would hurt less. She felt the sting in her eyes as Noaluk pulled her up. She heard Zuko roar something in Fire’s tongue. The thwack was louder. Zuko had swung the driftwood into Noaluk’s temple.

"Bato mentioned that he heard Zuko talking to Katara in Fire's Tongue. What do you think about that?"

"It'll be good for them."

"In what way other than that my daughter would know a language no one else can speak?" Saying it out loud made waiting for an answer useless. "I will only allow it in the house." His mother did not make a gesture to disagree, so he continued, "What if he turns out to be a bender?"

Kanna nodded slowly, "Well you would have to get a master to teach him."

Hakoda scoffed. “Yeah I will just send a letter to the Fire Lord and ask nicely.”

“A better question is how will you handle it. Do you think he will be a danger? Will you be more likely to let him stay if he was not?”

"If he were, we could use it to our advantage. At the end of it...he is a child. And I..."Hakoda forgot he was speaking aloud and went back into his own head. He peered back out the window. “Shit!” Hakoda leapt up. He rushed to get up, his body protesting with shallow aches.

Kanna put a hand to her chest. “What is the matter?”

“Zuko just hit someone with a stick!” Hakoda made his way outside.

“Oh my! He probably had a good reason.” Kanna followed him out the door. Now Hakoda was running. “Do not be too hard on him!”

Yoton abandoned his assault on Sokka and made for Zuko. “I’ll kill you, Fire Nation scum!”

The blood rushed in Katara’s ears. She watched Yoton sprint for Zuko. He flinched but gripped the wood ready to swing again. And then it was as if time had slowed down. Something pulled in Katara’s heart. Her hands tingled. A strange sensation reverberated through her veins. Like a river surging, flooding everything in it’s path. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Suddenly, their castle, the little world Zuko and her had created together, broke and shot at Yoton. The air around them sparkled as the snow exploded. Yoton was thrown into his brother. She inhaled. The shimmering snow crackled and froze. They both struggled to break the icy cage. Katara was sweating suddenly completely drained. She saw spots and Zuko. Then Sokka. She rocked back. Strong hands caught her. It was her dad. She let herself slip into darkness unable to answer to her own name.

…

Katara felt like she had woken up from a really long nap. She had somehow ended up in her bed. She blinked around the room. She went to rub her eyes but pulled something with her. Zuko had his fingers locked in hers. He sat up. She saw he was crying. His eyes were so red. She instantly cupped his chin. She didn’t like she wasn’t there for him. There was yelling just outside. It had gotten dark. She must have slept for hours. She wondered why he just didn’t wake her.

“Katara? Are you ok?” Zuko’s voice was hoarse.

“I’m sleepy. What happened?”

“You trapped Yoton and Noaluk in a block of ice. They’re out there trying to get them out. Then you wouldn’t wake up.” Sokka answered with his mouthful. He didn’t seem to be as troubled as Zuko was.

“Me?” Katara tilted her head. Zuko hugged her tight.

“Oh, my dear. You’re the first waterbender in the Southern Water Tribe in forty-three years.” Gran-Gran didn’t look as thrilled as Katara was.

#katara #Zuko #sokka #hakoda #zuko x katara #baby zuko #kanna #oc #atla fanfic #Avatar The Last Airbender

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moonxsuncelestials · 3 years

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♕ 𝐵𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈 ♕

Full Name: Xi-Yue Mao Long ‘Amunet’ Ruan Mesbah

Title(s): The Hidden One, Hope Moon, The Light, Hope

Gender: Female

Age: 2000+

Species: Dragon

Kingdom name: The Oasis

Position: King-Queen / Crown Prince-Crown Princess(heir) / Prince-Princess / Archduke-Archduchess / Duke-Duchess / Marquess-Marchioness / Earl-Countess

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus

♕ 𝒫𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 ♕

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair Color: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other (pale translucent rose pink)

Hair Length: bald / ear length / shoulder length / mid-back length / mid-thigh length / knee length / ankle length / rapunzel

Hair Style: straight / curly / simple braid / extravagant braid / ponytail / twintails / single bun / twin buns / other (waves)

Eye Color: brown / blue / green / black / other

Eye Size: are your eyes even open? / very thin / thin / average / wide / very wide / dinner plates

Skin: pale / fair / olive / tan / brown / dark / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars?: three large claw marks on her back from the Dragon Hunters in Sai Gong's party

Notable features?: Ice blue eyes that are always calm but glow when enraged

Tattoos?: paw prints on both of her feet, an ankh armband on her left bicep that incorporates Set's symbol, and then another ankh armband on her right bicep that has the moon as well.

♕ 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 ♕

Clothing Style: medieval gowns / evening dresses / mermaid dresses / floral gowns / rococo gowns-baroque costumes / suit & ties / military uniforms / armor / other

Headwear: tiaras / crowns / circlets / floral crowns / single flower / hats / hairpins & ribbons / hairbands / none

Colors: pink / red / orange / yellow / green / blue / purple / black / grey / white

Accessories: bracelets-watches / rings / necklaces / earrings / bows / scarfs / gloves / sunglasses / belts / piercings / brooch-pins / cuff links / pocket watch / none

Hand-Held Accessories: folding fans / handbags-purses / parasols / handkerchief / staff-scepter / none

Metals: gold / silver / bronze / copper / platinum / white gold / rose gold / steel

Gemstones: amethyst / aquamarine / diamond / emerald / garnet / jade / lapis lazuli / onyx / opal / pearl / peridot / ruby / sapphire / topaz

♕ 𝒟𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒 ♕

Gatherings: large balls / small balls / large tea parties / small tea parties / holidays / seasonal events / open to the public / higher classes only / lower classes only

Favored Snacks: finger sandwiches / cake slice / cupcakes / maroons / cookies / eclairs / creampuffs / meringues / chocolates / muffins / pudding / tarts / fruits / vegetables / breads

Favored Teas: black / white / green / earl grey / english breakfast / irish breakfast / oolong / jasmine / peppermint / chamomile / raspberry / pomegranate / peach / floral / bubble / coffee is better

Pets: cats / dogs / birds / hamsters / rabbits / snakes / spiders / horses / farm animals / something exotic / none

Make-up?: yes / sometimes / no

Residence: medieval stone keep / 11th century styled fantasy castle / gothic architecture / japanese styled castle / 18th century french chateau / modern english palace

Tagged by: @fckin-multi

Tagging: Whoever wants to steal it!

#the lost princess of china #the moon

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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Wan High Weeping (Part 40)

Dies a little on the inside because I can’t remember if I gave Katara and Sokka a last name already. Wishes I had my notes document and hopes that I didn’t, because I couldn’t find one while combing through my previous chapters.

Also, like Sokka, Yue has been aged up for the sake of the plot. I really wanted to give her a place in all of this.

Azula dropped her suitcases by the stairwell. The manor had such a different aura than the one Ozai’s took on, right down to the aromas. As opposed to sharp spices and incense, the house smelled of violet and lavender and other floral odors she didn’t have names for. It smelled fresh, even approaching the last week of November. She was dropped off with a stern lecture about making the most of things, being as so many strings had to be pulled to get her there so quickly. But she was in no mood for making the most of things; not only did she have to worry about adjusting, she had to worry about the charges she was going to be pressing on Chan and Usha. Moreover, she was in a constant state of dread. Somehow he would get to her.

She knew that he would.

Ursa had money but Ozai had more of it. His lawyers would be better. They would have her sent right back to him and she didn’t know how to feel about that. More than anything she craved the affection he used to give her. Even though the academically outstanding part of her screamed against it, Azula clung to the hope that she could still make things right if she could just fit herself back into the image he desired. But, lord did the prospect terrify her. He would tear her apart for the grief and struggle she was causing him now.

She stood awkwardly in the doorway, not sure if she was supposed to enter and make herself at home or if she was supposed to wait for her mother to greet her. She thought of retreating back to her car. But then, where would she go? Back to the hospital? She could pester TyLee for a place to stay, but that look became her just as poorly as binging in front of everyone had. She also couldn’t imagine that her relationship with the girl had been repaired enough for that to happen. She shut the door and opted to leave her luggage where she had initially set it down for the time. She wandered further into the house, trying to get a sense of it.

There were paintings everywhere of lush scenery and sprigs of rosemary. On hallway coffee tables were vases teeming with jasmine and lily. She wondered how long it would take before she came across a picture of Zuko. But then, her mother had cut Zuko out just as readily as she had cut Azula out.

She came to the backyard veranda. The door leading out to it had lacey white curtains that fluttered in the deep autumn gusts. The garden must be magnificent in the spring. There were so many trees, she could only imagine their flare and splendor a few weeks ago--painted with the fiery hues of autumn. She could only imagine how green and rich they were months ago when the air was still hot with summer. Now they were simply dead, spindly and twisted against a stonewash sky. Dead, grey, bleak, and waiting for snow to come and re-awaken their glory. But somehow they were still beautiful, forlornly beautiful.

Azula’s fingers curled around the veranda railing. It was lined with budding winter rose and amethyst ice, their vines and leaves brushed against her palm.

Ursa never stuck her as a gardener, but then, she’d never put much thought into the woman since she divorced Ozai and filed a restraining order. No thought save for wondering why the woman never bothered to reach out. Perhaps it was that she was afraid that her ex-husband would track her down through she and Zuko. It seemed logical enough, Ozai had the money and material to do so. Still she had a sneaking suspicion that she didn’t want to hear from Azula.

She recalled Zuko mentioning an anonymous call or two every so often, a few months after the woman had fled, but he never picked up numbers he didn’t know. After that, the calls stopped coming. She hadn’t expected her mother to try to get in touch with her, she was too much like the man her mother had fled from.

Until now, she had put it out of her mind entirely, the sting of being unloved by her own mother. Now it was just another glaring failure amid the rest--perhaps it had been the first indication that she would fall and amount to nothing.

Azula reached out to touch a low hanging branch.

“There you are.” Came a voice. Hearing it for the first time in years was haunting. The timbre of it was so startlingly similar to her own. “I saw your suitcases, but couldn’t find you.”

“I never tried to find you.” Azula spat, harshly. She would love to know how much effort the authorities had put into doing so.

She heard Ursa sigh. “Can I help you carry your things to your new room?”

“Do I look helpless to you?” She grumbled. “You can tell me where my room is.”

Ignoring Azula’s protests, Ursa picked up two of the few suitcases and led her daughter up a few flights of stairs, to the third floor. She motioned down the hall. “I decorated three rooms for you to choose from…”

Azula’s tummy fluttered at the thought that her mother had gone out of her way to do so. She fought to cling to her anger. To her dignity. “I’m sure you would have redecorated the whole house for Zu-Zu.”

“Azula…”

She made her way past Ursa and dropped her suitcases into the third room. The one painted in soft shades of blue. Wallpaper trim depicting silvery and turquoise blue strands of lightning caught her eye. The room was furnished simply; there was a canopy bed draped with pastel blue organza fabric and an organized heap of silk pillows that rested atop deep blue silk sheets. Next to the bed sat a white night stand with a crystal lamp in the same shades. Off in the corner was a sizable bookshelf that probably came with the night stand. A decorative velvet rug blanketed white carpeting. She figured that the rest of the decor was up to her. “When you were little, you liked to have strings of lights hung in your room. I didn’t know if you still liked those so I bought some for you just in case.” She motioned to a few boxes. “You can go through those and see if you want to use any of it.”

Again, Azula’s stomach knots. The woman remembered what she liked as a child. Ursa was making it harder than she had anticipated, to hold her grudge. She reminded herself that the woman hadn’t even tried to reach out to her.

Azula’s curiosity got the best of her so she rummaged through the box some. She spied organza curtains to match the canopy as well as dark blue velvet to match the rug. Ursa was giving her options. And that was only the things she had bought for this room. “I like these.” She stated simply, lifting up the velvet curtains.

Ursa picked them up. “Would you mind giving me a hand?”

She didn’t want to, but she didn’t want to risk not having curtains either, so she picked them up and helped Ursa arrange them. That would do for the time being, she might finish adding her own style to the room later. Frankly she liked to think that this was a temporary arrangement that she didn’t need to invest much time into.

WIth the curtains in place, Ursa stepped back to inspect them. When that was done she decided to inspect Azula who folded her arms over her chest. Ursa’s expression dimmed and she reached an arm out. Azula swatted the had away with a curt, “don’t touch me.”

The woman’s face darkened further. “He hurt you.”

And Azula knows that she had caught a glimpse of the fading bruises Ozai had left on her cheeks.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing that you tried to protect me from.”

.oOo.

Xi River Academy was very different from Wan High. From the layout to the deep scarlet and vivid gold colors. Wan High took a wolf-bat hybrid for its mascot. What Xi River had was more of a crest. A gold plate with elegantly engraved tiger lillies. If Azula were to guess she’d say that they’d simply take a tiger for an animal mascot if requested.

The campus itself was different, much more elegant. A cobblestone path led to a fine brick building with faux gold embellishments. A stark contrast to Wan High’s concrete foundations. It didn’t occur to her that Xi River Academy could be a private institute until she was swept up in a crowd of girls. Only girls. A female only, student body. At once, she wondered why her father had left her to a shabby public school when he could have sent her here, or at least a place like it. A two hour commute to and back would have been a hassle.

It seemed to settle more and more, that he didn’t care for her as much as she though he did.

The elegance of the academy only distracted her from her fears for a brief, yet merciful, window. As soon as the awe faded, it settled in that she was in a new crowd. A crowd that had never seen her at her best. The notion that they’d only see bruised, chubby, tired eye’d version of her was more than enough reason to retreat. Even more so, knowing that this would be their first impression of her. She could bury herself in all of the make up she wanted, it wouldn’t hide what she sought to cover the most. Suddenly her new uniform felt so tight and constricting. She could already feel the weight of their judging gazes--heavy and scrutinizing.

She tried not to speak with anyone and no one tried to speak with her. She opted to pass on finding her locker until after hours. The school was too large and she had a class to get to. She hadn’t anything to fetch or put into her locker anyhow.

She entered the class room as quietly as she could, lingering about, trying to scope out what seat hadn’t already been claimed. A poor plan in retrospect, when she found herself being the last woman standing. Her new literature teacher walked in. “You must be Azula.” He noted quietly. His voice had a familiar ring to it, one that she couldn’t quite place.

Has gaze was soft and inviting enough, blue eyes scanning the classroom. “It looks like you get to sit next to Zirin.” With a light smile he added a very quiet, “good luck.” A little louder he said, “perhaps Ms. Nishimura will pay more attention to the lessons with a stranger sitting next to her.” This roused a round of chuckles.

“Or…” Zirin spoke up. “Ms. Nishimura will neglect the lessons to get to know the stranger.” Another round of laughter.

“Feel free to give her a nudge or two if she becomes a pest.” The man rolled his eyes. His demeanor struck Azula as familiar, just as well has his voice. Still she couldn’t place where from. She turned to take her seat but he stopped her. “Before you sit, would you mind introducing yourself? Name and...hmm...something you enjoy doing in your free time and a fun fact.”

Fully aware of the eyes on her, Azula muttered her name. “I used to play volleyball.” It wasn’t a very fun fact, but she added, “and then I broke my ribs.”

“I’m sorry to hear it.” Her teacher apologized.

Azula shrugged and headed for her seat. She wished that they would stop staring at her. She no longer liked being a spectacle.

“I believe you all are really going to like Azula.” The teacher proclaimed. “Considering we will be taking a break from our very engaging read…” a collective groan resonated about the room, “...to go around the room and introduce ourselves.”

“Hell yeah.” Came a mutter from behind. “Anything to avoid reading that hell novel.”

By the end of the hour her brain was loaded with names and faces she probably wouldn’t remember the next day. She supposed that she’d just have to get used to them, as she would everything else. Again her new teacher stopped her as she was leaving. “Can I talk to you for a moment.”

Azula frowned to herself and perhaps her dissatisfaction was apparent because he added, “don’t worry, I’ll give you a hall pass.”

She re-entered the classroom.

“I just wanted to introduce myself, since the bell rang before I could.”

Azula stood silent and waiting.

“Though I feel like I know you decently already.” This, Azula didn’t understand. “Katara, has mentioned you a lot.” And her heart thrummed against her chest. “You are that Azula, correct?” She could already feel her grade in this class dipping.

“Depends, what did Katara say?”

The man laughed and then his face went hard. “She pointed you out a number of times on various social media, usually while crying…”

Azula let herself go numb, she was already off to a horrible start.

“Which is why I was surprised to hear that she was worried about you.” He paused. “If you need to talk about anything, I’m here after hours on most days.”

“I don’t need to talk about anything.”

The man nodded. “My daughter came home crying you know…”

Azula didn’t want to hear anymore, she didn’t want to know how much damage she’d caused.

“...When she thought you were dead.”

That wasn’t where she thought he was headed and it took her aback.

“She saw that you were on my roaster and asked me to make sure you were doing alright.”

Azula swallowed. “She asked about me?”

He nodded and held out his hand, “Mr. Nanouk. But feel free to call me Hakoda, everyone else does.” Azula returned the handshake. “Welcome to Xi River, if you need to know anything about the school, feel free to ask. I’ve been working here for over ten years now.”

Azula nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Nanouk, I’ll keep that in mind.”

She turned to leave again, halting when he called, “Oh, one more thing.”

She looked back.

“Katara is having a little welcome back party for Sokka, she told me to let you know that you’re invited.”

Azula wondered just how many times she would be left with an optimistic but nerve-wracking flutter in her belly. The little reminders that, perhaps, she had been seeing things wrong all along--that people did care for her. They startled her and put her off guard just as much as they comforted her. She wasn’t used to people being so outwardly affectionate with her. Their gentleness had her somewhat flustered, silently so. She appreciate the sentiment very well. Even still…

“I’ll think about it, I have a lot going on right now.”

“I can imagine.” Hakoda replied.

Between all of the lawsuits and the transfer...and her mother…

Even without that baggage she wasn’t exactly up for another party. It would only bring back vivid images of the night she had made up her mind that it was time for her to go. She felt obliged to add, “it’s nothing personal, I’m just tired of the party scene.”

.oOo.

The lunchroom was crowded, everyone was well into their routines. Everyone save for her. She was alone again and this time she didn’t have a Teo. All of the tables seemed full. She tried reading faces, looking for the most inviting one. Her eyes fell upon someone who she could write off right away, she carried herself in the same way Usha did. In the same way Azula herself used to. With any luck she could just bleed herself into the background until her time at Xi River Academy was through. Unnoticed would be better than what she had at Wan High. Evidently, she was already unsure if she could manage that. She decided that she would pass on lunch today, she didn’t want to make that kind of scene on her first day. She’d been eating too much at the hospital anyways.

“Hey!” She spied a waving hand. It took her a moment to realize that the display was directed at her. It was that Zirin girl. She didn’t see any other options so she answered the girl’s gestures. “Earlier today you mentioned that you used to play volleyball?”

“Yes.” Azula replied, taking a seat.

“I just so happen to be a member of Xi River’s team!” Zirin declared, “and I’d like you to meet the rest of the girls.” She motioned around the table. “This is Ikue, Chinami, Shoko, and Ryoko.” They were quite a variety. Ikue with her side shave and Ryoko with her black and white dye job. Chinami was a small and adorable thing, smaller in height than even she. And Azula was probably the smallest woman she knew. Shoko was a heavier girl, the kind she would have targeted before her accident. “And this is Nagako.” She pointed to the most unremarkable girl of the group. She wasn’t unattractive by any means, she was more or less ordinary. “She just quit the team.”

“Why?”

“Eh, I get tired of doing the same thing all the time.” Nagako replied. “Besides, practice ate all of my free time.”

“In other words, we could use a new player.” Zirin offered.

“You don’t want me on your team.” Azula mumbled.

“Sure we do.” Zirin insisted.

“I’m no good anymore…” Azula trailed off. “I haven’t played since my accident.”

“That’s fine, we suck anyways.” Ryoko shrugged.

Chinami agreed. “Yeah, we lose pretty much every game.”

“Xi River is known for our outstanding academics not our sports program.” Ikue put in.

“We can all suck together.” Zirin declared.

“I can’t wait.” Azula grumbled.

“So you’ll join us then!?” Shoko asked.

Azula sighed, the more she mulled it over, the better it sounded. She supposed that joining the team would buy her at least a little more time away from her mother. That alone held an appeal. It would probably do her well to at least try to get back into things. And from the sound of it, she wouldn’t have to worry about looking like a fool alone. Still, the idea of putting herself back on the court in such an out of shape state was daunting. It practically screamed for mockery. “I’ll think about it. I have...things to do after class.”

She certainly wasn’t ready to confess that she was going to therapy. Outpatient had been the decision, with a heavy warning that if she gave even the slightest indication of self-harm she’d land herself a prolonged inpatient stay.

“What do you have to do?” Zirin asked. “Coach is usually pretty good at working around schedules.

“I’m still trying to get settled at my mother’s ma...place.” Azula lied, also deciding that it was probably better to leave her status out of the equation.

“I’m sure coach can work with you.” Zirin said again. “I’ll let her know that you might be interested.”

“Don’t jump the gun, Zirin! She hasn’t said yes yet.” Shoko spoke.

“I know, I know. I’m just going to mention it. No guarantees.”

Ryoko looked to Azula, “did you forget your lunch?”

And so it began. “I did, yes.”

“Want some of mine?”

“I think I can last the day.” She had lasted much longer than that and she would do so again. She looked at her knuckles, the scabs had just begun to flake away and she was going to pick them again. She had to, or else she’d never see her trim figure again. She noticed that the conversation was going on without her. It seemed that way anyhow.

“So, why did you transfer to Xi River?” Chinami asked.

“I. It wasn’t my choice, my brother ran away from home and the CPS got involved.” She supposed that a half truth couldn’t do much damage.

“I’m sorry.” Chinami replied.

Azula waved her off, “we didn’t get along anyways, I’m sure I’ll see him again some day or another.”

.oOo.

She didn’t know why she was doing this to herself, but curiosity was gnawing at her. She didn’t know if it would be better or worse to know exactly how much damage her hospital stay had inflicted. She searched the bathroom, finding no scale. She wondered if her mother had been informed of her diagnosis. She had to have been. Azula grimaced, now she had no way to gauge if she was on the right track. No way save for a glance in the mirror. A mirror that tells her that she had, indeed, grown even softer since her stay.

Turning away from the mirror, she stipped off her uniform and tugged on her day clothes. Clothes that fit just the same as they had before she had landed herself in the hospital. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her shirt quickly ran a comb through her hair.

“Are you sure that you don’t want me to come with you for your first session?” Ursa asked.

“I’m more than capable of doing things on my own.” Her grip on her car keys tightened.

“I just thought that you might want some support.”

“Where was your support when I was in the hospital? Surely they told you how I got there?”

“Yes.” Ursa confirmed. “I know that we...I didn’t leave on the best terms with you. I was afraid that showing up would have made things worse for you.”

Resentfully, Azula noted that her mother wasn’t wrong. A sudden appearance from her probably would have set her off again. She found herself entirely conflicted. “You could have at least tried.” It stung, in retrospect that she hadn’t. Azula knew that she would have turned her away, but at least Ursa could have used an attempt as proof of care. “It wasn’t worth it to you, was it? You knew that I’d turn you away so you didn’t waste your time.”

“Azula.” Her voice is annoyingly level. A stoic demeanor so agitatedly like her own. “I didn’t want to upset you.”

But she had. “I’m going to be late.”

Not that she was actually eager to get to her appointment.

.oOo.

It was hard to believe that her therapist wasn’t completely burnt out already. Thirty minutes into their hour and a half long session and Azula hadn’t said a word. They could make her attend, but they couldn’t make her speak. The woman, Yue, was nice enough, but Azula had no interest in spilling to a stranger, what had taken a good while for Teo to pry out of her. The woman only knew what the other doctors did; that she refused to eat and threw it up when she finally caved. That was all she needed to know.

She had already tried asking how her first day of school was, how she was adjusting to her new home, and if it was difficult to settle in. She tried asking what had driven her to take the pills and if death was what she had really wanted. It took everything in Azula to not, shout that, of course she didn’t really want to die. And then the woman was bold enough to ask if her struggle with bulimia went hand in hand with the attempt.

Each question struck Azula with more unease and fury. Fury she refused to express so openly. The woman was trying many tactics. She tried firm questioning, she tried kind questioning. She tried telling stories of other patients. She tried speaking of her own experiences. She tried returning the silence.

“You’re a pretty girl, Azula.” Now she was trying flattery. She was only saying it because she had to. Azula resisted the urge to correcter with an, “I was a pretty girl.” She wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. “Can you help me understand why you think that you need to throw up?”

Azula hated her bluntness, it made her almost uncomfortable. Evidently she didn’t even know why the woman needed to ask, it was very plain to see. The woman was just taunting her, trying to coax a reaction. She wouldn't so readily give one.

“Does it have anything to do with your father? I am aware that child protective services have gotten involved in your case.”

That struck a nerve. “It has nothing to do with him!” She might as well have said that it had everything to do with him. Yue’s face told Azula that she knew it too.

“He put a lot of pressure on you, didn’t he?”

She tried to save herself, but she probably only dug herself deeper in. “He didn’t say anything I didn’t agree with.”

“So you put pressure on yourself too. Whose idea was it?”

“Was what?” Azula scowled, folding her hands over her chest.

“Did you make the decision to start throwing up yourself, or did your father suggest it.”

She didn’t like that question either. Even less, she liked the implication that she could be forced to do anything she didn’t want to do. “Of course it was my idea! It was only supposed to be once or twice. I just needed to...fix myself to make the team.”

“The team?”

She was saying too much. Maybe she could redirect the conversation. “I was in volleyball.”

“Volleyball.” Yue nodded. “A good sport. Which playing position was your favorite?”

She allowed the conversation to drift away from her disorder. “I enjoyed them all. I was good at them all.” She thought for a moment. “I liked being the setter or the outside hitter the most.”

Yue nodded. “I don’t know that much about volleyball, would you mind telling me what those positions include?”

Azula took no issue in discussing this. Ideally she could chip away the rest of the session time.

She launched into an in depth explanation of the six positions and the game play. Doing so only took up about twenty minutes. Leaving her with a good forty-five left to kill. She tried to think of anything she may have missed. But Yue came up with something faster.

“So you started throwing up to get yourself back in shape for the team? You wanted fast results, correct?”

Azula groaned to herself. “Yes.”

“Understandable.” Yue replied. “But have you seen any changes since you started?”

At first she was inclined to fess up and say no. She would have rather said no instead of coming to the dreadful realization that, if anything, she had seen her weight go up. She shifted uncomfortably. Another mistake, Yue picked up on the motion quickly. She loathed her for it, she was just as good with mind games and reading people as Azula herself. She was going to have to tread with more care.

“You’ve probably seen an increase haven’t you?”

Azula remained silent, but at this point, even that spoke volumes.

Yue’s face hardened and Azula knew that she was done playing nice. Kindness, hadn’t worked up to that point. “Throwing up doesn’t get rid of all of the calories, Azula. It doesn’t even get rid of most of them.”

Her discomfort swelled and would only continue to do so as Yue kept speaking.

“You do realize that there have been many studies to show that a good number of bulimics reach their highest weights during the cycle.” She paused to let it settle, drawing the quiet out for a good while. “Purging is only an illusion. It makes you feel like you’re preventing something, but that isn’t the case. Is it, Azula?”

She felt her cheeks color. The facts that Yue laid out, leave her feeling naked and helpless. She wondered if coming here was a good idea at all. It certainly didn’t feel like it. Perhaps Yue really wanted to set things in stone because she continued. “Your doctors wouldn’t release any details of your stay. But I imagine that, at some point, your hands must have been swollen. Maybe your ankles and your jaw too. Do you know why this is?”

Azula shook her head.

“It happens because your constant vomiting leaves you dehydrated. Your body is trying to cling to the water it has.” She paused again, leaving it to turn in Azula’s mind. “Your throat hurts, doesn’t it.”

“Not as--not that badly.” Her unease was making her speech less careful.

“Not as much lately? Do you think that, that could be because you haven’t thrown up recently.”

She did, but she wouldn’t say it.

“It has only been a little over a week since you’ve last thrown up, and you’re already feeling that much better for it.”

Azula swallowed a lump in her throat.

“You’re lucky the tooth decay hasn’t begun to set in yet. And luckier still that you haven’t developed any intestinal problems. Or heart problems. I’m sure that your doctor has talked with you, at least a little, about electrolytes.”

Lord, was she tired of hearing about those. “Heart problems?”

“Among other things, yes. Low potassium can lead to heart problems.”

And lord knew that they had tested her for that in the hospital. She stared at her arm, a faint patch of pink still decorated the area the IV had jabbed into.

“Of course, those are long-term effects. I would guess that you haven’t done any permanent damage yet, but that can easily change. Do you think that you will be able to make the team with an irregular heart beat or kidney failure?”

The question answered itself.

“You wanted instant gratification. You wanted fast results. Do you like the results you’ve seen?”

“No.”

Her head dipped.

And Yue’s expression softened. “Of course you don’t. You’re hurting yourself. Do you know what will get you fast results?”

Azula looked up.

“Exercize.” Yue replied simply. “You enjoyed volleyball, you still enjoy it, right?”

“I think.”

“Pick up the ball again.” Yue replied. “And if you still like the game, then weight loss should come very easily and naturally to you. From the sound of it, you have a very natural talent.”

“But I’m hungry all the time.” She couldn’t imagine that, that would do her any favors.

“That’s what happens when you restrict your diet. You start to think of what you can’t have, you hold off and hold off until you can’t take it anymore. And then when you do eat, you eat to make up for days of not eating anything at all.”

It seemed so simple, she feels like a fool for not thinking of it on her own.

“You’ve gotten into a habit, Azula. The sooner you break it, the easier things will be.”

“But--”

Yue left her with no room for that. “Right now you’re going to have to rip the band-aid. Typically I go easier on patients, but I feel like babying won’t work on you, will it? I don’t think you want to be babied.”

“I don’t.” She agreed.

“So I will be blunt with you.”

She didn’t want any babying, but she didn’t particularly want her to be so straightforward either. Yet, it was what she needed.

“I want you to start eating again. Like you used to before…”

“I broke my ribs.” Azula filled in.

“I want you to start eating like you did before you broke your ribs.”

It sounded easy enough. It should have been easy. “If I do, I’ll just...” Azula trailed off.

She didn’t need to finish for Yue to gauge the direction. She’d probably seen it dozens upon dozens of times. “ You’ve thrown your body into starvation mode. Right now it is going to cling to everything you put in it. So yes, you’re right, you probably will see another increase in your weight.” At least she wasn’t sugar coating. “Eventually your body will get used to a healthier diet and you’ll level out again. After that, it gets easier--you’ll start to see the drop you’d like.”

Azula’s fingers tighten over her kneecaps.

“I’m willing to say that if you stick to a regular volleyball and workout routine, the gain will be minimal, perhaps it won’t happen at all.”

She didn’t know if she believed that.

“I promise you that if you go back to the very basics, a healthy diet and regular exercise, you’ll see much faster results than throwing up will ever get you.” She paused. “So, let me ask. How do you want to do this? Do you want to take baby steps or do you want to rip the band-aid.”

“I want to rip the band-aid.”

Yue nodded. “If that doesn’t work then we’ll have to take baby steps.”

“Fair.”

“Alright then.” Yue clapped her hands together. “We’re running short on time so I’m going to take you through this quickly. I’d like you to join the volleyball team again. Start slow if you have to. I’d also like you to follow a diet plan…”

.oOo.

It was a lot to absorb and that was only their first session. But she had requested tough love. Apparently their next session was going to focus wholly on re-learning nutrition facts. She supposed that, that wouldn’t sting too much, it would do her well to have a more concrete understanding of such. The only thing she had going for her was that she didn’t have the burden of stress-related eating habits.

She fell upon her mattress. It was hard enough handing Ursa, of all people, that night’s meal plan. Granted the woman was in ass kissing mode and eagerly accepted the task of cooking it. Azula rubbed her hands over her face. She was completely unready to face another possible spike in her weight. She was frustrated to the point of misty eyes. She could smell the crisp of chicken, it met her nose so invitingly. Her empty stomach yearned for it. Habit alone left her feeling disgusting for craving it so badly. She sighed, it was going to be a tedious task to sort out what a normal food craving felt like verses the impulsive uncontrollable desire.

Apparently, that was going to be a topic of discussion in the next session as well.

Azula loathed to admit it, but she wanted to see Yue again. The woman was firm with her in a way that didn’t leave her feeling ashamed of herself. She was forceful but she left the final decision with Azula. The woman could talk all she wanted about eating well, but at the end of the day it was on Azula to follow through. “You can make me empty promises if you want. At the end of the day you’re only going to hurt yourself. No matter what you choose to do with this diet plan, I’m going to go home, watch some Netflix, and pet my cats.”

But something told her that it would hit Yue hard if Azula fell deeper into her disorder.

Ursa shouted up that the food was ready.

And Azula felt absolutely ridiculous; she shouldn’t feel this nervous about a simple dinner. The kind she used to eat without issue. That’s what she clung to as she ate her share. That she wasn’t over doing it, that this was normal. That this was the amount everyone else ate, a decent cut of chicken with a side of corn and a glass of orange juice.

With an empty plate, she pushed her chair in. She headed back to her room with an impulse to purge. She halted in front of the bathroom and forced herself past it. She attempted to turn her thoughts elsewhere. So she opted to text Teo and TyLee about her first day. And she let Katara know that she was still deciding if she was up for a party.

The window between their texts left her with too much time to think. So she stood up again, picking a fight with Ursa ought to do the trick.

She wouldn’t have done it if she knew her mother was going to just stand and listen. Stand listen, and sometimes agree.

She threw accusation after accusation. “You never loved me.”, “You were selfish.” “You left us behind.” The woman would occasionally flinch. “You didn’t even try to contact us.”

“I was selfish.” She agreed, after Azula’s onslaught. “And I was afraid. I was afraid of your father…”

“You were afraid of me.” Azula muttered.

Ursa drew in a sharp breath. “You’re a lot like your father. The way you talked to your brother…” She trailed off. “I was afraid of you, yes.” The confession was like a slap in the face. “But I still loved you then. And I still love you now.” She laughed to herself and Azula couldn’t fathom why. “I can’t believe it took me so long to realize that you’re more like me than him. Believe it or not, I have some fire too, Azula.”

Azula furrowed her brows. “Then why didn’t you try to talk to me?”

“I did. You had me blocked. Every time I found your number, you blocked me again.”

The confusion Azula’s her face so closely resembled Ursa’s expression. Because she swore to God, that she had done nothing of the sort. She hadn’t even blocked Chan and Usha. Much less her own mother.

“I don’t know why I didn’t take you and Zuko with me. It was bad enough hearing that Zuko was in rehab.”

Azula couldn’t tell if Ursa was talking to her still or if the woman was musing to herself.

“And then I find out that you were in the hospital. And with bulimia...what was he doing to the two of you?”

It truly settled in, how dire the situation was. What had he done to her?

“I should have stolen you both away.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I had no money. It was all his, I lost everything in that divorce court. And they weren’t going to award two children to a mother who couldn’t even feed herself.”

Azula stole a look around the manor.

“I worked really hard and got really lucky” Ursa noted her glance. “I’ve been working on a novel since I met your father. It just so happened to gain a large following overseas…”

She could fill in the rest.

“It had a movie adaption. It should be released here, some time this year.”

“Why didn’t you come find us then?”

“I thought that you were happy with Ozai.”

“I was…”

“Until he wasn’t happy with you.” Ursa filled in. “That’s how it is with that man.” Before Azula knew it, she was in Ursa’s arms, the woman running her hands over her hair. It was such a stark contrast to Ozai’s coldness.

Azula fought to hold onto her resentment.

#Avatar #Azula #Zuko #Ursa #TyLee #Mai #Ozai #Katara #Sokka #Aang #Toph #Suki #Fanfiction

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you should release limerence chapter 35 tnight bc in graduating today and its b so cool to come home to the smut😳😳😘😘 (im kidding omg pls take ur time ily)

Congratulations babes~!

I hope you had a fantastic evening, and I’m very proud of you and your accomplishments 🥰🥰

I do apologize for not being able to post chapter 35 for your special day, it really would’ve been the perfect treat 🤧

But here is a small teaser of chapter 35, just for you!

I hope you had an amazing night, and once again, congratulations; from both my Fiance and I 💜💜💜

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

The tiniest of mewls left me, limbs stretching, down to the tips of my toes, like a cat who had just awoken from a well-rested nap.

The muscles in my body tensed and then relaxed, basking in the beautiful warmth of the sunlight raining through the pulled curtains, a faint breeze entering the bedroom. I could feel the soft caresses of the blankets against my legs, sluggishly pulling my body back into the warm cocoon I had created.

A morning yawn escaped my lips – cozy, warm, happy.

When was the last time I fell asleep and woke up this refreshed?

The ache that ran up and down my spine felt like a distant dream, my face snuggling itself further into the pillow, which I rested on. It was like someone put heating packs over my body during the night, my joints loose and body ten times more flexible. A good night’s rest, this is what I needed.

I moaned lowly, a kittenish smile painting itself as I pulled the teddy closer to my chest. The giggles, the smiles, nose a blushing red as I hummed in delight. The bed felt so welcoming at the moment, beckoning me further in the blankets- it felt like home. The fur of the stuffy rubbing my face, its brown hairs tickling my chin-

My eyes snapped open, body rigid as memories of last night flooded my mind at once.

Kiyi.

Shit-shit-shit-

The soothing haze in my mind disappeared speedily as my body flung itself upwards. That blissful moment of peace gone as if Aang bent the happy atmosphere with a single swipe, the reality of the situation hitting me like a ton of bricks. I found my body twisting, hands frantically falling over the space beside me.

A soft thud from where the teddy dropped onto the soft blankets, the area next to me seemingly untouched as the bed was perfectly made, pillow even fluffed. “Kiyi-” I gasped, shaking my head because she wasn’t here. The bed void of her cute chubby cheeks and contagious laugh. Did she go to the bathroom?

My eyes shifted upwards, and the smile that was once on my face turned into a large frown. The bathroom door was open, just how I left it, and it was at that moment; I took in the fact that the whole room seemed too vibrant for it to be morning.

No, it couldn’t be- The way the sun shined, no shadow present had my shoulders falling. It was too bright for it to be morning; it must almost be lunchtime.

Did I oversleep?

Why didn’t anyone wake me up?

Did Kiyi go to school on time?

“Oh no-oh no-oh no-” I anxiously spoke, my hands falling over my face as the stress of the day started looming. I had so many things I had to do today; a meeting planned for this morning-

The delicate sound of ceramic clacking against wood caught my attention, carrying with the breeze.

My ears perked, body stiffening- it was so light, almost nonexistent, that for a moment, I thought I was hearing things, yet again. Could it be coming from outside? I let out a breathless sigh between my fingers.

What’s wrong with me?

It seems that not even a goodnight’s rest is enough at the moment. I let the experience slide to nothing more, but my mind playing tricks, grumbling as soft huffs of frustration left me. But I found my breath catching because I could hear it once more.

The distinct sound of papers shuffling, someone breathing.

What-

This wasn’t my imagination, and feeling the delicate wind brush against my skin, hair fluttering, made me take in one huge factor – I never left the window open last night.

Someone-someone is in here-

Wearily, my hands slide down my face, skin dragging as pins and needles ran throughout my body. The soft sounds of someone breathing coming from the left of me, heart pounding as I anxiously titled my head. The shiver that ran up my spine, the distinct memory of footsteps pattering along the floor, blankets being pulled last night flashing through my mind.

I’m hearing things; there’s no one here. There’s no way it’s Zu-

“Mmm, look who’s awake.” A low voice droned; tone dry.

The way my hands dropped to my side, body weak, our gazes meeting – this can’t be.

It was a dream.

It was a dream-

But he’s right there.

The way his stunning gold eyes narrowed, effortlessly bringing the teacup to his pink lips. The green liquid in his cup swirled, the sound of him taking a slow sip ear-splitting. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, before letting the teacup slip from his grip, the noise from before – pottery resting against wood – mocking me.

He leaned back effortlessly on the chair he rested upon, papers scattered throughout, a few in his grasp. And while his legs were spread, head titled as he idlingly stole another sip, the look in his eyes spoke overwise. The way he watched over me, taking note that the documents in his hands, they were wrinkled, fingers pressed so tight-

My lips moved soundlessly, the feeling of fresh tears dripping down my cheeks, leaving tiny droplets over our bedspread.

Zuko.

#zuko #atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #avatar the last airbender zuko #atla zuko #anon answered #ask me anything #happy graduation #i hope you like this #also I totally made that banner for you because im extra and ily

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Can we get a tiny teaser for limerence 👉👈?

Just for you 😘😘

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~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

“She’s pregnant!”

“What a blessing, will this be her third child?”

“Fourth, her eldest is serving in the navy.”

“Ahh, yes-yes, slipped from my mind. How beautiful, if only I could convince my husband…”

“Makes two of us. How about you, Imperial Consort Ying Yue? Have you thought about having children of your own?” The ladies giggled, sipping away on their sweet teas in the garden.

The cherry blossom branches swayed under the gentle breeze, the pink flowers cascading with the current, fluttering like butterflies. The cool shade painted our skin, providing as an escape from the blaring sun, although the kids didn’t seem to mind the heat in the slightest.

Their laughter was clear as day, ringing throughout the palace gardens, but I couldn’t help but tune in with Kiyi’s the most. The ladies’ banter lost to the birds humming and moving water – absorbed in the beautiful smile on Kiyi’s face as she chatted away with her friends.

A red and golden embroidered picnic blanket laid over the grass, Kiyi was passing along the turtle duck food for the children to feed. Her cheeks were dusted in pink, telling all the children fascinating facts about the creatures from the Southern Water Tribe.

“After school tomorrow, I’ll read the book to you. They have this animal called a ‘Polar Bear Dog’ – and it’s so cute and fluffy!” Kiyi gushed, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t snort hearing her excitement. The way her eyes twinkled with passion, a small part of my heart hurt – because the look reminded me so much of Zuko’s whenever he got excited.

Zuko…I miss you-

“Imperial Consort?” A voice droned; the sound close to my being, I found myself jumping. My head snapped to the women beside me, them staring at me with looks of concern. Shit – what were we talking about again?

“My apologies, I was watching the children-” I started, and the lady to my side started to snicker. She rose a napkin to her face, delicately tapping the tissue to rid herself of any crumbs that littered her appearance. All the women looked put-together, their hair and makeup done to impress, their clothes extravagant, meant to display their status.

“I guess that answers our question.”

“What question?” I inquired, and the ladies began to laugh once again.

“Whether or not Fire Lord Zuko and you are planning on having kids anytime soon.” She replied, shooting me a sheepish smile. My mouth dropped, a shy blush coating my cheeks as a meek oh escaped me. Of course, they were talking about children and family. Almost all the high-ranking nobles were married, most with children – or pregnant.

I stuck out like a sore thumb in these ‘royal tea parties,’ unable to relate to the women or men due to my lack of domestic life. I’m a mere child dressed in adult clothes – playing dress-up. My hands fell over my lap after combing my hair behind my ear, carelessly pressing thumbs as a means to keep my composure. I could feel my skin starting to heat up once again.

Another fever- Katara is going to kill me.

“Well, if it is not out of line to ask – when do you and Fire Lord Zuko plan on officially tying the knot?” A curious voice peeked, and at the question alone, I found myself reaching for my teacup, stealing a sip of the much-needed chamomile tea.

Marriage – with Zuko? I fought back the petty laugh. Marriage with Zuko seems more like a distant dream than a reality.

“Hopefully, once Fire Lord Zuko completes a few of his personal projects. Love is patient after all, and I’ll wait an eternity for him.” I spoke, forcing the words to leave my lips as I swallowed the lukewarm liquid.

It was comical, how quick they were to eat up my words, gushing about how romantic I was, that I was willing to wait for Zuko – words straight out of a romance novel. If only they knew that that was only scratching the surface of what I would do for Zuko, the things I would sacrifice.

I could feel my shoulders slump over in a defeat, biting my lips anxiously.

The women didn’t notice the waver in my voice, the blue smile on my face, or the tears that I desperately held back. They were more concerned about the newest designer, skincare product, and fragrance – topics I would’ve undoubtedly been interested in if I didn’t have a looming fog in my mind.

Politics, it’s all politics.

The kid’s squeals peeked in volume, catching my attention, the children throwing their napkins in the air, towards Kiyi. What in the world-

“It’s okay! I’ll be right back!” Kiyi insisted before standing up quickly.

Her black hair bobbed side to side, skipping towards me at full speed. Droplets of something dripping after every bounce, tainting the green coloured grass under her steps, seeping into the soil.

“Button-” I cooed, letting my tea rest on my plate before outstretching my arms. My hands caressed her face, and the happiness in her expression had me sporting a smile – a genuine smile. Kiyi was a breath of fresh air. Youthfulness and innocence, a heart of pure gold.

“What happened, button? You’re a mess.” I snickered under my breath, watching the sticky liquid trickle from the hem of her dress, her lap completed covered. She scratched her head, shooting me a spirited grin. She looks just like Zuko when she smiles like that-

“An accident, I didn’t see the jug of juice, and I kind of hit it.” Kiyi giggled, and I couldn’t help but snort, running my hand through her loose locks. “You’re so silly, button. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” I assured, light-heartedly tapping her nose.

Kiyi nodded her head before shifting her gaze to the women I was seated with. My eyes followed hers, flustered at how the women looked over us with broad smiles – hearts for eyes.

“I bet on two kids.”

“Really? I think one.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if they already have a name picked out.” The ladies bantered between themselves as if I wasn’t currently sitting with them.

I could feel a tiny finger poke my cheek, looking back at Kiyi, a teasing smile on her face. And seeing her sport that knowing look, a look that reminded me of a harmonious mixture of Zuko’s and Toph’s ‘I’m up to no good’ had me freezing.

Oh no-

“Izumi – Zuzu told me that that’s the name they want,” Kiyi spoke up, catching on to the topic at hand far too quickly for my liking. The women all leaned over in disbelief, jaws hitting the table, struggling to process the very thing Kiyi blurted.

My eyes widen, the silly banter of family life between Zuko and I exposed. When and why did Zuko tell Kiyi this information-

“Button-”

“And Zuzu said they have a baby room set up in their vacation house! I can’t wait until I become an aunt. He said it’s a very serious job and-” My hand fell over Kiyi’s lips, cutting her off midsentence as I shot the women an embarrassed smile.

The redness of my face was no longer due to my impending fever – but out of the utter realization that Zuko seemingly unleashes all his damn soft and fluffy feelings to her. Kiyi really is Zuko’s weakness, isn’t she?

“Let’s get that dress cleaned button,” I said through awkward giggles, hand still firmly placed over her face, Kiyi letting out squeals of delight through my fingers.

“Yue and Zuzu, sitting on a-”

“Throne because he’s Fire Lord and I’m his-”

“Wifey.” Kiyi managed to yelp.

The speed at which my body moved, not bothering to say my goodbyes to these royals, as I nudged Kiyi’s body forward with my own. There was no way in the spirit world I was going to look behind me, already imaging the sunny looks on those women’s faces hearing the fuss coming from Kiyi’s lips.

“I swear, button, I’m going to revoke cookie dates from you!” I mumbled under my breath, feeling the way Kiyi’s body shook from joy. My hand slipped from her mouth, her face pink as she held her stomach, her laughter loud and proud. And despite the embarrassment and exasperation, I found myself laughing along with her.

There was something about hearing a child’s guiltless laugh that was contagious, especially coming from Kiyi. The smile on my face was enormous, reaching my eyes. When was the last time I smiled this much? The last time I laughed freely, enjoying my time?

“You’re so much trouble, button~.” I blew, hands falling over her shoulders, embracing her. My fingers squeezed her chubby cheeks from behind basking in the sun’s heat before we walked up the palace steps. The guards before us opened the doors, observing the way I coddled Kiyi to my body.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that they didn’t already know the trouble Kiyi could cause in less than a minute – the reason why they all sported small grins watching us enter.

A handful, just like her brother.

We stepped inside the kingdom, walking side by side, glued to the hip, humming happily. Our footsteps pattered along the flooring, heading towards her room, but I saw the cheeky glances Kiyi tried to steal from the corner of her eyes, studying my figure.

She thinks she’s so sly. I snickered at her childish behaviour, poking her cheek, “What are you staring at so much, button? Do I have some crumbs on my face?”

“No~.” Kiyi giggled, tilting her head to the side.

“Then tell me, button.” I pestered, enjoying her coyness. Her blush deepened, a flush I didn’t notice until now, before poking her one more time, “Tell me, what are you staring at so intently?”

“You’re smiling again…you’re pretty when you smile.” Kiyi breathed.

#zuko #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #avatar the last airbender zuko #atla zuko #ask me anything #anon answered #limerence teaser #limerence #zuko x oc #masterlist

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Limerence [M] ︳28 2/2

Pairing: Zuko x OC

AU: Adult-Verse

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 7900+

Notes: Stay healthy and safe everyone❤

Masterlist ︳ 28 1/2 ︳ 29

❤ Buy me a coffee? ❤

Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person. The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Parastin

(Kurdish/v.) protection.

AN: Part 2/2

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

Humming.

The low vibrato of someone humming into my ear, their hand caressing my face and down my neck. Their touch was gentle, like how one would soothe a newborn child, filled with adoration.

My lips curved upwards to the gentle tune, a tune that I knew all too well. With closed eyes, my head tilted to the side, eager to feel more of that sweet-sweet touch. I could get used to this…

“Babe?” a voice droned from above.

The huskiness of that voice, tone low and coarse, and immediately, I rose – Zuko.

My chest heaved, wheezing, as I tried to scan my surroundings.

The furniture, the walls, the way the sunlight seeped inside – we were in our bedroom. With fisted hands, the blankets underneath my fingers squeezed into my palms. I was jumbled, and as if my growing fear was evident, a pair of hands gripped my shoulders.

I whipped my face to the side, and a wave of relief washed over. “You’re good- you’re safe, babe, relax.” Zuko cooed, his hands running along my bare arms. My breathing evened out, melting into his touch as I studied his expression.

“What happened?” I gasped, throat parched, struggling to speak.

Zuko’s face was white; stress lines present as he sat on the bed with me. He looked like he walked to the spirit world and back, all the while battling a thousand demons at once. “You passed out. I couldn’t catch you, you hit the ground and-”

Passed out?

I remembered.

We were fighting, I felt dizzy, and I couldn’t move-

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve stopped-” Zuko ranted, a bit of frustration in his voice as he scolded. His words were jumbling together, his emotions getting an edge over him – Zuko’s cool and calm demeanour wavering.

I knew Zuko wasn’t actually mad with me – but that didn’t change the fact that he was bothered. With guilt coursing through my veins, I lowered, my hands cupping my head as I tried to piece together what had happened.

The way the ground underneath me shook, the sky spinning. The numbness that overcame my body. It was something I’ve never felt before; it felt like death.

“I-I didn’t feel ill. It came out of nowhere…” I muttered - wincing. It felt like I was trying to breathe through sandpaper.

Water I need water.

And as if Zuko could tell I was struggling, a large glass was pushed in front of me. My eyes lit up, grabbing the drink enthusiastically as I chugged — the cold liquid dripping down my neck, groaning between chugs - relief.

Zuko’s hand rubbed my back, sighing as he watched me empty the glass in seconds, and placing it off to the side. And with a semi-hydrated throat – I finally felt like I could speak without choking.

“How long was I gone for?” I grumbled. Answers. I need answers-

“Almost an hour. We brought you here; the nurses looked over you-”

“Nurses?” I blurted, and Zuko nodded wearily.

A pregnant pause fell between us.

The tension in the room, you could slice it in half. But it wasn’t tension in the sense of anger – but more so…disappointment? Worry? The way Zuko’s eyes shifted side to side, unable to hold his glance on me. “Zuko…” I hummed softly, grasping his hand that fell over my lap – skin soft to the touch. “What’s wrong…?”

And with that mere question, Zuko broke.

“I was so fucking worried,” Zuko exclaimed, hissing under his breath. Zuko’s hands balled up into fists, the veins in his neck bulging as he swore. “I knew something was off, but I kept ongoing. I should’ve stopped-”

“Zuko!”

My hands gripped his face, forcing his gaze to fall over mine. He’s taking the blame – he blames himself. “This isn’t your fault. I should’ve spoken up; I didn’t know better.”

“But I knew better.” Zuko scowled, pulling away, shifting his line of sight away from mine. And it was that gesture that made me re-think everything, because if there was one thing Zuko always did – it was maintain eye contact.

Somethings not right.

I could feel it.

“Zuko…what are you hiding.” I blurted. His amber eyes widen, taken aback from my question as he faced me. “What makes you think somethings wrong?”

“I know that look – you’re hiding something…what is it?” I annoyed, trying to study his body language. The way Zuko held his breath longer than needed, or the way Zuko cracked his fingers under my gaze – all signs that he was nervous about something.

“Do you feel guilty about me passing out? Is it something the nurses said-” And the way Zuko stiffen at the mere mention of nurses had me flinching. “What did the nurses say Zuko?”

Zuko frowned, his hand caressing my face once again, fingertips grazing my skin. “Nothing love…” he said breathlessly, and I shook my head – he’s lying.

At this point; I knew Zuko like the back of my hand. His lips were pressed tight, the wheels in his head turning furiously. Even the way his fingers caressed my skin, they weren't touches to comfort me, but more so himself. “Remember, I’ll always protect you. No matter what happens – I got you. You can rely on me.”

My brows pinched together, trying to wrap my head around his words. He isn’t making sense. And as I opened my mouth to speak, trying to pry into Zuko’s thoughts, a soft knock caught our attention.

The door gradually opened, a towering man making his presence known.

Dressed in scarlet robes with a clipboard pressed against his chest, he strolled in. I scanned him, Zuko nodding his head and the man bowing. He wore a cross on his arm, his beard shifting as he sent me a smile.

“Imperial Consort Ying Yue – glad to see you’re doing all right. You gave us all a bit of a scare.” The man chuckled, rambling forward. I smiled softly; he’s a doctor.

“How are you feeling? Any pain? Soreness?” The man spoke, leaning against the bed frame. His eyes skimmed over my body briefly, trying to look for any evident signs of discomfort, and I shook my head. “I feel…fine.” I blurted, not trusting the words I spoke.

It wasn’t because I was lying, but because I was telling the truth.

For someone who supposedly passed out on the beach, I didn’t feel sick or in pain. I felt good as if wakened from a nap – minus the being extremely thirsty part. I was more bothered at the feeling of sand between my toes than everything. Gosh – I need to take a bath – I stink of sweat and feel sand in places sand shouldn’t be.

The doctor nodded, not at all astounded at my words. “That’s good to hear. May I ask, did you feel at all ill before you collapsed? Experience anything out of the…ordinary?”

I could feel Zuko’s gaze falling over me – curious to hear what I had to say.

“Dizziness. Black spots flooded my vision, and I felt cold, almost numb…” I whispered, frowning as I remembered the pain. It was atrocious, a feeling I never wanted to experience again. A shiver ran up my spine, remembering the numbness. I felt like I died – a part of me ripped out.

The doctor nodded at my words before clearing his throat. “I’m not your primary doctor, but I was able to obtain general information regarding your health…” The doctor started, words trailing off towards the end.

“And…” I inelegantly spoke, waiting for the doctor to continue.

I saw the way the doctor tentatively stared at Zuko – almost frightened to speak. I gazed at Zuko, realizing that I was no longer grasping his hand.

Zuko leaned forward, fingers interlocked over his lap, face free of any expression. While his face may be void of emotion – Zuko’s eyes spoke tons. He was anxious; almost pleading with the doctor to just stop talking. And the doctor’s eyes continuously shifted between him and me; debating with himself.

Watching them in awkward silence and knowing that they knew something – the something being about me, drove me insane. My curious mind was already swarming, and the fact that these secrets were about me was the final push. “For spirits sakes – can someone just tell me what’s wrong?” I partly shouted under my breath.

Zuko heaved a sigh, rubbing his chin exhaustedly, unable to face me during my outburst. The doctor, on the other hand, focused on me, swallowing hard. “There’s no easy way to say this.” The doctor spoke - restlessness lingering in his voice. His chubby fingers danced along the clipboard he held, before speaking.

“You’re weak Ying Yue. Your body can no longer handle your chi-”

“W-what?”

“Babe, it’s not as bad as it seems-” Zuko blurted, hands grasping mine and trying oh-so-desperately to put me at ease. But, it was Zuko’s over-supportive gesture and the doctor shifting his weight side-to-side that caused worry to seep.

“I-I know I’m not exactly fit, but that’s why I’m training…to get better, to get my chi under control…” I muttered, trying to understand what the doctor was trying to imply and pushing away the fact that he said I was weak. Something I’ve heard from far too many people for far too long.

But the doctor rubbed his beard before exhaling profoundly once more, “Let me rephrase this – it appears that your spiritual side and your physical side are no longer working together.” And the blank look on my face must have spoken wonders because the doctor blew once again.

“Physically, you’re strong Ying Yue, and your chi, it’s tremendous. However, it seems that your chi is overwhelming your body at the moment.”

“But isn’t that why I’m training…?” I asked, confusion in my voice.

What are they trying to get at? I already knew this information, so why are they walking on eggshells around me? Tiptoeing around the truth? To my surprise, Zuko spoke up, the grip on my hands tightening. “That’s the thing – it turns out you got a lot more bent up chi than we expected…”

The doctor flipped the clipboard under his arm, hands-free as he began speaking, “Think about it like this. Imagine a waterfall, the water being your chi. The waterfall can only handle so much water at once. Too much water and it begins to overflow, destroying the waterfall in the process…”

It clicked.

My body can’t handle the amount of chi I got bottled up. The dizziness, the numbness - it was my chi crushing me from the inside-out.

“Ying Yue, I encourage you to train.”

“B-but that’s what I’m doing-”

“From the very basics…from the ground-up, if you get what I mean...”

I shook my head in disbelief. The basics? Is this man insane? We have Azula and Mai, and only the spirits know who else is working with them - ready to hurt Zuko. And if they lay a single hand on Kiyi- my breathing hitched just thinking about it.

I can’t lose any more people that I love; I can’t- I can’t just do nothing.

“But what I did today, it was barely anything- I-I didn’t even push myself,” I argued, Zuko grimaced hearing the desperation in my voice. The doctor scowled, shaking his head, “For you, it may seem like nothing – but your body is saying otherwise. If you take your time, in a year or so you’ll be fine-”

“A year!?” I cried, lip trembling. A whole year? This man expects me to wait a year?

“I can’t wait a year; I’m not going to sit around being babysat!” I huffed, infuriation consuming me. The doctor rolled his eyes at my decree, rubbing his beard, tone no longer as lenient as before, “You have guards, there is not a single reason for you to lift a pretty finger of yours.”

My eyes widen, hearing the back-handed comment. I shoved Zuko’s comforting hands from mine as my back straightened, blood boiling, “I refuse to do nothing – to hide behind others, have them risk their lives!” I hissed with narrowed eyes.

I was sick and tired of having to prove my worth to people. What’s wrong with being nice? Was being kind and having feelings a sign of weakness?

“They’re guards for a reason – that’s their duty.”

“They’re people – not something disposable. I’m not going to use them as a shield.”

“Well, unfortunately, you don’t have much of a choice Ying Yue.”

“No, there needs to be something else-”

The doctor crossed his arms and sneered, “The fact of the matter is you’re weak. And if you continue pushing yourself, you’ll end up killing yours-”

“Enough,” Zuko shouted.

Zuko’s hand rose into the air, cutting the doctor off with narrowed eyes. I didn’t even grasp how riled up we have gotten, our voices brash, borderline shouting.

Zuko stood tall, his posture straight, hands balled into fists. He may appear put-together, but the way Zuko clenched and unclenched his fists said otherwise. “If her condition worsens, or I have any requests, I will send a guard. You are dismissed.” Zuko spoke, straight to the point, tone plain.

The doctor heaved a sigh, pressing his clipboard against his chest before nodding. “Take care, and rest, it’s for your own good.” And with that final statement, the doctor left – a painful silence filling the room once again.

Zuko ran his hands through his hair, exhaling with his eyes closed. His fingers combed through his tresses, frustration lingering under every heavy breath of his. My head dropped, staring meaninglessly at my lap.

Weak - that’s all I’ll ever be.

“Babe, let’s get you washed up. Get you cozy so you can relax.” Zuko hummed, his hands running along my hair and back. His tone was soft, almost a whisper, and I merely shook my head in agreeance, too weak to speak. A merciful sigh escaped Zuko, and I didn’t need to look at him to know the look on his face – pity.

A damn ‘pity case’ – that’s what Mai said to me…and she’s right.

I swung my legs off the bed, standing upright, Zuko’s hands hovering over my body just in case. I felt lifeless, all sense of motivation gone. Because at the end of the day, what was the point? I’m just damn arm-candy.

“I’ll be quick,” I muttered under my breath, walking towards the bathroom door, but I could hear Zuko’s footsteps ghosting from behind. “I’m fine, Zuko – I don’t need help,” I muttered, looking over my shoulder. He winced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “The water; I have to heat it for you…”

My head dropped.

“Oh…”

I can’t even run my damn bath without help – that’s how utterly pathetic I am.

I let Zuko sweep by, the sound of water filling the tub bouncing off the walls. Zuko leaned over the edge, hand dangling as his fingertips warmed the tub with ease. I stood there with slumped shoulders, taking a good look at Zuko for the first time since I rose.

He was still shirtless with a pair of slacks from when we were duelling. Sand stuck to Zuko’s broad back - his raven hair conveniently hiding his face. Zuko let his long fingers twirl in the water, before abruptly flicking his wrist. Zuko spun, “It’s ready, you okay to be by yourself?”

I nodded, pushing the loose strands of hair back - hands trembling.

Zuko stepped forward, raising his hand and hugged my cheek. His damp fingers danced along my cheekbones and to my jawline. “I love you; we can get past this…a year while fly by.” He droned.

I bit my lip, not daring to speak, my voice gone.

Instead, I grasped Zuko’s hand, pecking it softly with a forced smile. Zuko’s thumb ran along my lips, sighing, before letting his hand fall. His warmth was gone and was soon replaced with the sound of the bathroom door shutting closed – alone.

Stripping myself of clothing, the sand-covered pieces fell onto the ground soundlessly. I carefully crept to the tub, easing my way inside. The heat of the water engulfed my body, muscles relaxing in seconds. The water moved around me as I sat, pulling my legs up to my chest, arms cuddling my knees.

And it was then I noticed I was holding my breath the whole time.

Because I could feel it; the giant lump in my chest, my quivering lips, eyes pressed shut. Don’t cry, Yue. Don’t you dare fucking cry- But I couldn’t help it.

And I sobbed.

My nails dug into my skin, nearly drawing blood as my head slumped onto my legs. Tears spilled down my face; useless.

I can’t do anything.

I can’t run my bath without help – let alone fight.

And remembering the way Zuko looked at me before he left crushed my soul. The soft smiles, his gentle touches caused the aching in my chest to worsen. “G-gosh Zuko. Y-you can do so m-much better than me.” I cried.

Zuko deserved the best, anything short of perfect wouldn’t be good enough. And knowing that he’s wasting his time with me – risking his position, made the overwhelming sense of guilt tear me apart. Me – Fire Queen? I scoffed at myself between choked sobs, hands moving from my legs to my head, digging at my scalp out of frustration.

There wasn’t a damn thing about me that screamed Fire Queen. But the more I thought about it; one face kept popping into mind – Mai. As rude as she was to me, she was perfect. I wasn’t good enough for Zuko, and she knew that right away.

Mai was right about me from the very start.

The sound of my tears hitting the bathwater was deafening in this empty bathroom. My tears alone filling the bathtub to the rim. The more I thought about how imperfect I was, the harder it was for me to breathe. My chest was feeling far too small, every breath a struggle between sniffles.

Mai was strong; she didn’t need to rely on a bunch of people to protect herself. She didn’t cry every time she got frustrated. I bet if Zuko and Mai took some time to sit down and talk things through, they could’ve easily patched things up.

When you think of a Fire Queen, you don’t think of me; some nobody crying in a bathtub alone. You think of someone powerful like Mai. My hands dropped from my head, eyes fluttering open and taking in my reflection from the water.

Nose puffy, eyes swollen and red.

I’m a mess.

All that time, Zuko took, helping me gain confidence in myself, making me want to bend again – it was a waste. And the worst part is I still remember the bright smile on Zuko’s face as we trained together. We were having fun.

At that very moment, Zuko was proud of me, genuinely enjoying himself. It was a moment that I would cherish forever because Zuko viewed me as an equal fighting partner. Someone whom he could train and spare with. And the scariest thing about it all was I was happy.

For the first time years, I was delighted to bend. There was no sense of shame or guilt; I was bending, and it was exhilarating. And it was the closest I have ever felt to my mom since I lost her.

But, just like that, it was all gone – all because of me.

Because I’m too damn weak, too fragile - a damn flower.

My hands frustratedly wiped my face, remembering Kayto’s nickname for me. Of all times to think of him, I think of him now? But I couldn’t help it, he called me a flower, and he was right. I was fickle, a delicate little thing that was easy to trample and destroy.

Gazing at my tear-stained face, sniffling as I embraced myself, anything to make the sadness go away as the reality of the situation settled. I was vulnerable – unable to bend freely, to protect myself.

It could take at least a year for me to heal, and if that’s the case, I can’t let Zuko waste his time with me. Spend his resources and time protecting me. I can’t do that…I’m not fit for him. I never was, he needs someone strong like Mai.

Not me.

My eyes shut, bawling silently.

“Babe, sorry, I knocked a few times, but I have some towels and clothes-”

My body stiffens, eyes wide as my head snapped to the direction of the door. Zuko’s voice trailed off, his body rigid as he gazed at me. And if I thought I was really crying, another wave of tears hit me the moment our eyes met.

Desperately, I tried to hide my tear-stained face from Zuko, but he didn’t give me a chance. I could hear his heavy footsteps against the cold flooring before the water in the tub splashed everywhere, and then warmth.

Zuko grabbed me in one fluid movement, cradling me into his chest.

“I-I’m so sorry.” I sobbed, shaking my head, trying desperately to pull away. This was not supposed to happen – but Zuko’s grasp on me tighten, tugging me closer, his fingers tangling themselves into my hair. “Don’t you fucking dare say sorry,” Zuko whispered into my hair, trying to ease my cries.

But the tears kept on falling, hiccupping. Being in Zuko’s arms, I relished in it. As much as I wanted to pull away, it was pointless. I couldn’t do it – I couldn’t dare pull away because I wanted to be in his arms. I just wanted him to hold me like how he usually does, and almost instantaneously my breathing evened.

“W-why?” I sniffled into his chest.

Zuko sighed, tugging my face into the crook of his neck, his lips brushing against my head. Small chaste kisses pressed against my forehead as I snivelled. “Why what? Why are you crying by yourself when you have me to cry on? I would like to know the damn answer too.” He muttered.

I sniffed, letting my hands fall over his chest, feeling his skin raised in a few areas – old wounds that have long healed and now scars.

“I’m so frustrated with everything!” I shrieked into his chest.

Zuko pulled away slightly, my face suddenly all too visible to him. Zuko brushed some strands of hair away from my face, and I could only imagine how puffy my eyes were now after my new round of tears. “I know the feeling, love…welcome to the story of my life,” Zuko mumbled, hands cupping my face, thumbs rubbing faint circles along my cheeks.

“I-It’s like we take one step forward a-and then we take ten steps back!”

“The doctor…he upset you, didn’t he?”

“It’s not the doctor; it’s me. I’m mad at myself.”

Zuko sighed, giving me a small smile as he looked down at me, “But why? Nothing changes, love. We train but take it back a notch. And I’ll take a few extra precautions until things settle-”

“But that’s the problem! You shouldn’t have to do any of that.” I groaned in irritation. Zuko frowned, the grip on my face suddenly tight as he kissed his teeth, “I do have to. We’re a two for one special babe, and I know you would do the same thing for me. You’re the future queen, and anything less would be foolish.”

“Zuko – I’m not fit to be queen. I’m not strong or a leader. I’m crying in a bathtub!”

And to my utter surprise, Zuko chuckled. I can’t believe he’s laughing at me right now. His chest rumbled underneath my hands, the grip on my face loosening as he bore a smile. “You honestly think that you’re weak? That because you don’t run headfirst into battle like some damn savage you don’t deserve to be my queen?”

I shut my mouth, unable to think of anything because hearing him say it loud – expression light-hearted made me relax ten fold. And as I opened my mouth, trying to utter something, Zuko shushed me with his fingers.

“Yue, I’ll be honest - I had tons of suiters. All of them warriors, born in royalty, and powerful. But they all lacked one thing.”

“And what was that?” I muttered, his fingers still pressed against my lips.

“Empathy.”

My hands rose, wiping the remaining tears from my eyes.

With one last sniffle, I studied Zuko’s expression – love. His eyes were full-blown, glowing as he smiled at me tenderly, “You’re right babe, you’re not going to be a leader or some warrior anytime soon. And it’s not because you’re weak, it’s because with you in rule, by my side, there won’t be any need for mindless wars or battles.”

“You really…think that?” I hiccupped.

Zuko rolled his eyes, flicking my forehead without warning and causing me to whine in response, “For fucks sakes- You’re the only person in the world who can make enemies friends. You managed to make me somewhat tolerate Kayto, the damn asshole who I’ve despised for years. Fuck, you somehow got me to sit in a far-too-small of a bathtub, cuddling you!”

And Zuko was indeed right.

Zuko sat in the bathtub with me, fully clothed and saturated. How in the world did he even manage to fit in here with me? A small giggle escaped me at the sight of Zuko, noticing that while the tub was plentiful for me, Zuko was undoubtedly squished. “And don’t get me started on the guards and maids.” Zuko groaned.

“What about them?” I asked, voice slightly strained from all the crying.

Zuko scoffed, kissing his teeth as he crossed his arms, “If someone came right now, trying to kill us both. I can say, with certainty, they would save your ass first before me. You have them wrapped around your finger.”

“Oh, be quiet. We know that’s not true, you’re their Fire Lord.”

“Pft, that may be true, but they’re way more loyal to you than me.”

I laughed softly at his words, watching the way the water rippled around us as we spoke and smiled. The water was starting to get a bit chilly, no longer hot as before. How long have we been here for? And as I studied my horrid appearance, a single finger titled my head back, forcing my gaze to fall over Zuko once again.

“A year will fly by babe; just me and you…”

“I know…thank you,” I whispered.

No amount of words could explain how thankful I was at the moment. How badly I just needed to cry out my frustrations with Zuko right by my side. I don’t think people realized how great of a listener Zuko was, and maybe it had something to do with him being raised by Iroh.

Zuko smiled, poking my nose light-heartedly. The lopsided grin he shot me, I already knew he was thinking of something silly. “You know, in a really fucked up way, it’s kind of a good thing you gotta wait a year.”

“And why’s that Zuko?” I asked, puzzled- genuinely intrigued by his statement. Zuko laughed, shooting me a sheepish grin, “Because if I'm honest, you really did kick my ass out there. Gives me a year to sharpen up my skills.”

My eyes widen, heart fluttering at his words. He viewed me as an opponent, someone who could challenge him. I bore the silliest smile, leaning forward, “So I guess that means I win the bet?” I pestered.

Right away, Zuko snorted, hands falling behind his head, “I beg to differ.”

I laughed at his tone, hands hugging my knees to my chest. Goosebumps rose on my skin, the water starting to get the better of me. The water rippled around us as I shifted, trying to bring my naked legs closer to myself for warmth. And it was watching the water drip down my knees that had my eyes widen, and taking in the obvious.

I’m butt naked right now.

Zuko is in the bathtub with me.

Oh my gosh-

The blush that radiated throughout my body was enough to heat the bath once again. How did I NOT clue in before? So lost in my self-pity, common-sense left the damn window. And to make matters worse, I could hear Zuko chuckling to himself, his oh-so-famous smirk plastered on those sinful lips. “What you thinking about over there, babe. You look like a cherry-tomato.”

I pushed my hair forward, trying to seek out some form of decency. And the more I frantically tried to cover up with my tangled hair, Zuko laughed, enjoying my flustered movements. “Is someone suddenly shy?” Zuko teased, shifting in the water before standing straight.

Water poured from the fabric of his slacks, bits of sand and dirt starting to float to the top as he moved. "Oh shut up you damn pervert!" I whined, biting my lip between small giggles. Because while it was embarrassing on my end, even I had to admit, the whole situation was amusing. Only I would manage to get myself in such a position.

Zuko outstretched his hand towards me, chinning for me to grasp it, “Let’s get out, it's cold and dirty. I’ll draw a fresh bath for us.” My hand gently rested over his, Zuko’s fingers gripping my wrist.

“Us?” I repeated, an eyebrow raised.

“Babe. If you think I’m gonna wait outside, soaking wet, while you take a nice hot bath you have horribly misjudged my level of niceness and gentlemanliness.”

I grinned at his words, shaking my head as I let Zuko pull me upwards with ease. My feet struggled to find a steady footing, toes pressing harshly against the tub. And just as I found my footing, body no longer swaying in the water, Zuko tugged.

I yelped, falling into his chest, face smushed as I held him for dear life. “Zuko! What in the world-”

His hand hugged my head, fingers running along my hair as he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. His lips were curved upwards against my skin, his warm breath casting away the cold in my bones. “I promise no funny business. I just…want to hold you…”

And I let him - because sometimes a hug is the best medicine.

“Are you certain Fire Lord Zuko? It is no problem for us at all.” A maid insisted, watching over me with a mixture of relief and concern.

The moment we finished our bath and changed into fresh clothing, I was bombarded with hugs from the maids. Their arms wrapped around me with cries of bliss - not at all caring that they broke every royal protocol in a matter of seconds. All formalities were dropped, their eyes scanning me up and down to make sure I was indeed safe and intact.

And while I was most certainly taken aback by the amount of love I was receiving, I hugged them all. They were sweethearts, all caring and I was lucky to have such people near me.

“Rest assured; we’ll be fine. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening.” Zuko spoke with a smile. The maids looked at each other with weary looks, before finally letting out a long huff. “If you need us, please, don’t hesitate. Any hour, we are ready to serve.”

“Thank you – really. For everything, you’ve made this whole trip a breeze.” I spoke, hugging the cup of tea in my hands as I leaned against the kitchen counter. The maids blushed with glee, giving us a final wave before the door shut closed behind them.

I stole another sip from my warm cup of tea, savouring the fruity flavours that bloomed with every gulp. The hues of orange and magenta that painted the interior from the setting sun seemingly matched the burst of flavours that I drank. It was scrumptious; I definitely need to ask the maids what kind of tea this is.

“It’s quite windy out there tonight,” Zuko spoke, running his hands through his hair.

He lazily strolled towards where I stood, reaching forward for his cup of tea. I nodded at Zuko’s statement. It indeed was gusty, the trees in the far distance swaying aggressively. Even the sound of the waves, it was rougher, not nearly as calm. Strange…maybe a storm is coming soon? “You okay babe?” Zuko droned, his free hand running along my neck, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I smiled, letting the cup slip from my grasp and onto the counter, my hands resting on his chest instead. The cotton fabric was soft to the touch, and as I let my head rest on his pec, I could smell detergent – fresh out of the laundry.

“You should sit down, love, get a bit of rest. It’s been a long day…” Zuko droned into my hair. I giggled at the way he played with my hair; it was an odd pleasure of his it seemed. He always managed to get his fingers tangled into my locks, letting his fingers run through the strands whenever we embraced.

“Yeah…but I kinda-wanna bake. I’m pretty sure I own those big arms of yours tonight to mix some batter.” I grinned, letting my hands slid down his torso, and loop around Zuko’s waist. My chin rested against his chest, feeling his heart beating as I looked up at him lively. Did Zuko grow? He seems taller – I don’t remember being this short.

“You see love, I would agree with you, but the thing is, you didn’t win the bet.” Zuko snickered, stealing a sip from his tea. I pouted, letting my fingers play with the hem of his shirt, feeling the smooth contours of his back underneath my fingers. “But you said I kicked your butt.”

“You kicked ass - yes, but that doesn’t mean you win.”

I laughed at Zuko’s logic because even he couldn’t stop the silly grin on his face as he stole yet another sip of tea. I could tell, based on his breath, that the tea he drank was not nearly as sweet as mine. Green tea maybe?

“How about we say I win and I show just how beautiful you are.” Zuko purred, his head leaning over mine, hand leaving my hair and trailing to my lower back. He licked his lips dangerously slow, grazing against mine with heavy-lidded eyes.

A coy smile played along my lips, my hands wander underneath his shirt, nails grazing his skin, “Convince me.” I purred.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Zuko dove to my neck without a moment to spare, placing sweet butterfly kisses. I gasped softly, head resting on his shoulder as he nibbled, tugging and licking the sensitive skin. Without much thought, his name slipped through parted lips, only to have Zuko groaning against my skin.

As my eyes were about to flutter shut, ready to submit to the pleasures I was experiencing, I noticed something. The trees outside were rustling, branches seemingly flying off with such force. It was weird, almost like-

“Zuko…” I moaned, trying to think straight between the sinful kisses Zuko left on my neck and the trees outside. He groaned, signalling me to speak. With much will power, I swallowed back a lustful moan, “W-when is Aang and Sokka supposed to arrive?”

I could feel the annoyance in Zuko’s kisses as he grunted, clearly not wanting to think of his two best friends in a moment like this. But the more I watched the way the trees moved, it was odd. The winds outside, they were dominant – yes, but not enough to send branches flying. And from what I know, Earthbenders can’t move greenery…

“Sometime tomorrow, why?” Tomorrow?

“Is there a chance they can arrive tonight?”

“Technically. If they rode Appa here non-stop, they could, in theory.”

Could that mean- “Zuko, I think Aang and Sokka may be here.” I blurted. The sweet kisses on my neck stopped, Zuko looking up at me with a puzzled look. “Well, love, I better hurry, because my baby here needs to be taken care off.” My cheeks redden, Zuko smirking as he watched the way I quivered at his words.

I mean…if it is them, they seem quite far in the distance…we can have a bit of fun. “Let me put down this tea before I make a mess.” Zuko chuckled, and as he reached over to place the cup on the marble counter, I gasped.

Blue.

“Zuko.” I hissed, hands gripping his t-shirt roughly. Zuko’s eyes widen, still holding the cup in his hand as I tugged him forward in fear. His face scrunched up, studying my expression with narrow eyes. Blue flames. I could see it in the distance.

The gust of winds intensified, flickers of blue illuminating and contrasting heavily against the warm-tones of the sunset. Blue ambers floated in the sky, the winds picking up the ashes. Something is burning the trees. But blue flames? Could it be-

“What’s wrong love? Are you hurt-”

“B-blue flames. I see blue flames.” I whispered, watching with dreed as another burst of fire cut through the sky. As the words spilled from my lips, a sense of disbelief hit me to the core. A cold chill ran down my back, and the sound of ceramic hitting the floor caused me to shriek.

Zuko swore under his breath, the cup slipping from his hand as he swiftly pushed me away from the shards that now littered the floor. But he paid no attention to it, turning on his heel as he sprinted to the window. And the moment another burst of fire came into sight, he froze in his spot. The hairs on the back of my neck rose because I saw the fear and anger that consumed Zuko, “Shit.”

“Zuko-” I gasped, reaching forward and grabbing his arm. Zuko looked at me, face stone-cold, “The wind, it’s Aang. It has to be him-we need to help them; they may be in danger.”

“Stay here. I’ll be back.”

“Zuko,” I shouted, pulling him back as he tried to escape my grasp. He stopped, lips pressed thin, concern written on his face. “you can’t go alone, she’s dangerous. You know that. I’m going.”

“No, you’re staying here. You need to rest, you’ve been on your feet all day-”

“Zuko, that’s my family in danger.”

His expression softened, and the sound of trees falling in the far distance added more stress on our shoulders. With a heavy sigh, Zuko grabbed my face, pressing his forehead against mine. “Fine. I’ll notify the guards. Stay here until I get you.” I nodded at his words, watching him sprint out of the house and shutting the door. And in turn, I stared out the window.

Blue flames.

I’ve never seen such a thing, and if it were under different circumstances, I would dare say it was beautiful. It was a rarity in itself. But I couldn’t push away the gut-wrenching uneasiness that lingered.

That was Zuko’s sister – a painful reminder of his past. And I could tell by the look in his eyes that as much as he disliked her, that was still his little sister. I shook my head, pushing away the thoughts of the internal battle Zuko was probably facing at the moment. If only I could take that pain away, give him some relief.

Stripping my gaze from the window, I turned on my heel and headed to the kitchen. The glass glistened under the sunset, and I grabbed a broom to pick up the glass shards. The last thing we need is glass on the floor when we come home.

Tea was splattered everywhere, and I spotted a teabag amongst the shards. I was right – green tea. I crouched, dusting as much glass as I could into the pan. And while I eagerly swept away the glass, I could vaguely hear the sound of footsteps.

My brows pinched together, standing hesitantly as I looked out the window. A few guards were sprinting across the sand, disappearing into the treeline with such speed and purpose, and my heart sank. He wouldn’t-

The broom slipped from my hand, hitting the floor as I sprinted to the front door, only to bump into a guard. His eyes were wide, giving me an anxious smile as he bowed towards me, “Good evening Imperial Consort Ying Yue, what may I assist you-”

“Where is Zuko?” I snarled, fists balled up by my side.

The guard’s Adam’s apple rose and fell as he swallowed heavily, sweat starting to build up along his forehead, “U-uh, F-Fire Lord Zuko went out. H-He’ll be back; he needed to check on-”

I lost it.

My hands gripped the man's collar, shoving him against the railing of our cute little house. I didn’t have time for stupid games. “If you want your head to stay on your neck, I advise you tell me now.” I threatened.

A pathetic cry left the mans lips, nodding his head frantically as he pointed towards the treeline, “He left with the guards. He knew you needed to rest after everything-”

“I’m going to KILL THAT MAN,” I screamed, letting go of the poor guard as I ran down the porch steps. Sand snuck it’s way into my house slippers as I stomped wrathfully. My blood boiled and the urge to slap Zuko and throw him into the waters was far too tempting. They couldn’t have gotten far. Maybe a few minutes ahead of me?

“Please, Imperial Consort, don’t leave! Fire Lord Zuko will kill me!”

“Not if I kill him first,” I shouted over my shoulder, kicking the sand underneath my feet.

First; I’m going to give a big hug to Sokka and Aang, and then I’m going to drown Zuko.

~ Fire Lord Zuko ~

I don’t know why I thought Azula’s flames would be the same after so many years.

And I also didn’t know why I pictured Azula looking the same from years ago.

Because even though I saw her in person just a few days ago, a part of me wished that it wasn’t true. That what I saw that day was just a dream, and that she was still my little sister from all those years ago.

A psychotic bitch - yes, but nevertheless, my sister.

Sokka shouted stridently, warning Aang as Azula shot another disk of flames. The heat that poured out of her attack and the sound of branches soaring into the sky brought me back to reality. They needed help.

And as soon as Azula started running towards Aang with a murderous look, I jumped from the ledge.

The fires from my hands grew in size, hurling my arms back before thrusting them forward. A wave of flames erupted, stopping Azula from moving, and jumping back instead. My feet planted onto the ground with a thud, hunched over as rocks dug into my shoes. The wall of flames kept Aang and Sokka at bay from Azula – for now.

“Zuko!” Aang shouted, running towards me with a look of relief. Sweat beaded down his face, his staff toasted from re-directing Azula’s burst of flames. “You guys are okay?” I asked, standing straight and squaring up my shoulders.

“I can’t think of a better place to be other than here,” Sokka grumbled, panting heavily. I grinned at Sokka’s sheepish comment, adjusting the grip on his sword as he stared frustratingly at Azula.

The area which we stood, it was destroyed. Azula’s flames abolished everything. Every tree, flower, and even the grass, burnt to a crisp – if Yue were here, she would be devasted.

“Zuzu, I was waiting for you.” Azula purred, brushing her ponytail back with a mischievous grin. My eyes narrowed, watching her movement. Her feet were firmly planted on the ground, and while her posture seemed relaxed, I could see the way her eyes studied our movements. She was crazy – but not stupid.

“Where’s your girlfriend Zuzu? It’s quite rude of you to not introduce her to me yet.”

“What do you want Azula?” I sneered, don’t play her games. She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side as she smiled. A smile that was so strained it had me on edge, “You know what I want Zuzu.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, but I think you do.”

Her hands began to uncross, cracking her fingers as she stared at me. This is bad-

“Sokka,” I grunted, my eyes not wavering from Azula. Sokka glanced over at me, nodding quickly, “What’s up?”

“Go to the forest – west. Lead them.” Sokka’s eyes widen, before smiling, “And this is why you’re Fire Lord. Always a step ahead.” Azula’s eyes narrowed, watching as Sokka sheathed his sword and began running to the forest line.

I got here faster because I went east, but the soldiers, I directed them west to scout out the area, make sure there weren’t any rogues. It would take them longer to get here, but if Azula is indeed by herself - we could trap her. We could end this now.

Azula’s eyes watched how Sokka ran, her face scowling. Her feet were ready to sprint after him, only to be stopped by my flames. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, hissing as she abruptly faced me. “You think you and your little friends are so smart. But you forgot, I don’t need to be close to kill you. I can do this-”

Her arms twisted, fingers pointing straight as she twirled her hands in front of her.

The sky above us began to roar, my heart pounding in my ears. She’s going shoot lightning, she’s going to kill Sokka.

Sokka froze in his spot, eyes wide with the realization that there was no way he could protect himself. And I sprinted, my hands moving forward, getting into position to re-direct the lightening. But as I ran, watching Azula twist her wrist one last time towards Sokka, I realized - I wouldn’t make it.

Azula outstretched her arm, everyone holding their breath – expecting the worst. And as her fingers straighten, sparks flickering from her fingertips something flew past her.

Azula screamed.

A long spear was embedded into the ground, red painting the tip of it. Azula held her hand to her chest, scowling in pain. But I didn’t care about her; I was focused on the spear. It wasn’t normal. No - it was blue, clear yet it had a strange glow like crystal…

Almost like-

“Princess!” Sokka shouted. I turned on my heel; breath hitched as I took in what I saw. There she was, in all her glory, my one and only weakness – Ying Yue.

She stood tall, her hand raised high above her, water flowing up her arm – another spear of ice forming into her grasp. Her golden eyes ablaze as she stared at Azula with a vengeance.

“Just the person I was waiting for.” Azula snickered, eyes narrowing towards Yue, completely disregarding the rest of us. And it was then it hit me – this is a set-up.

Azula was using us as bait.

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