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nah cuz ya'll picture it:

pro thief!reader getting caught by the sun warrior clan while trying to steal one of the dragon eggs, and fire lord zuko comes personally to see you released into Imperial custody with the most smug light in his eyes because finally—finally—you're caught and he's going to visit you in prison to gloat whenever he can, but the first night he goes to witness you in your cell, you're missing. escaped without anyone the wiser.

zuko returns to the palace later to find out you infiltrated the royal chambers and stole every expensive comb/brush that he owns.

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DEAR UNCLE IROH: A VERY OFFICIAL REPORT

“Daddy”

Zuko didn’t look up from his book. “Mhm.”

Izumi’s fingers tightened around her brush. “Daddy.”

Still nothing.

You watched from your place nearby, already sensing the incoming disaster—and, very deliberately, not interfering.

“I’m serious about Uncle Iroh!” Izumi snapped, slamming her hands onto the table. Ink trembled in its dish. “You’re just sitting there with your book, and I’m trying to write to him and you know I don’t know how to spell!”

Zuko blinked, finally lowering the book just enough to look at her. “…You seemed busy.”

“I am busy!” she shot back immediately. “That’s why I need help!”

You pressed your lips together, shoulders shaking slightly.

Across the table, several scrolls were spread out in what Izumi clearly believed was a highly official system. Ink smudged her fingers. One brush had been abandoned entirely—clearly defeated.

Zuko sighed quietly and closed his book, setting it aside. “…Alright,” he said. “What are you trying to write?”

Izumi huffed, dragging the scroll toward him with unnecessary force. “It says,” she began, pointing at the uneven ink, “Dear Uncle Iroh, Dad is not taking things seriously—”

“I am taking things seriously.”

“—and I think you should come back and fix it.”

You let out a quiet, traitorous laugh. Both of them looked at you. Zuko, mildly offended.

Izumi, deeply betrayed. “This is not funny,” she said.

“It’s a little funny,” you admitted.

“It is not,” she insisted, crossing her arms—an expression so identical to Zuko’s that it was almost unsettling.

Zuko noticed too. His mouth twitched despite himself. “…I’m taking things seriously,” he repeated, a little more defensively.

“Then help me spell,” Izumi said flatly.

A pause.

Zuko leaned forward slightly. “Alright. What word?”

Izumi straightened, all business again. “‘Important.’”

“…You almost had that one.”

“I did not,” she snapped. “That’s why I’m asking.”

You shifted closer, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder. “We can help you together,” you said gently.

Izumi hesitated—just for a second—before nodding once. “Fine,” she said. “But we have to do it properly.”

“Of course,” Zuko murmured.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Properly.”

“…Properly,” he echoed.

A beat passed as the three of you leaned over the scroll. Ink. Paper. Quiet concentration.

Izumi carefully rewrote the first line, tongue peeking out slightly in focus. "Dear Uncle Iroh" She paused, then glanced up.

“…How do you spell ‘miss’?”

“…M–I–S–S,” he said quietly. Izumi nodded, writing it down with great care.

I miss you.

Izumi leaned over the scroll again, carefully adjusting her posture like she was drafting a royal decree. “I got my hair done,” she announced proudly.

You blinked. “Since when?”

Zuko also looked up slightly. “You did?”

Izumi froze. Then slowly turned her head toward him. “See?” she said flatly, pointing at him with the brush. “Daddy, that’s why you’re not in the moment.”

Zuko frowned. “I am in the moment.”

“No,” she said, completely certain. “I showed you my hair but you were too busy looking at mommy’s hair instead.”

Silence. You choked. Zuko slowly turned his head toward you. “…I was?”

“I noticed,” Izumi added helpfully, already writing again like the conversation was closed.

You raised both hands defensively. “In my defense, I didn’t do anything.”

Zuko looked unconvinced. Izumi, meanwhile, continued writing with intense focus, tongue poking out slightly. “Anyway,” she muttered, “Uncle Iroh needs to know important updates.”

Zuko leaned back slightly. “Such as… your hair appointments?”

“Yes,” she said immediately. “It is very important information.”

Zuko rubbed his temple lightly. “I’m sure it is.”

“It is,” she repeated, pressing harder onto the brush like emphasis alone would make it more official. “Because presentation matters.”

You glanced at Zuko. “She’s not wrong.”

He gave you a look.

Izumi lifted her hand suddenly, fingers spread wide. “And I got my nails done.” You smiled.

Zuko leaned forward, squinting slightly. “Since when did you—”

“I showed you,” she cut in immediately, offended.

Zuko paused. “…When?”

Izumi slowly lowered her hand. Then turned to him again with that same deeply unimpressed expression. “When you were not in the moment,” she said. You made a small, strangled sound, quickly turning your face away.

Zuko stared at her, clearly trying to recall something that absolutely did not happen. “…I don’t remember that.”

“That’s the problem,” Izumi replied flatly. She went back to the scroll, muttering as she wrote.

I got my hair done and my nails done.

She paused. Looked at her own writing. Then added, very deliberately:

Daddy did not notice.

Zuko leaned in. “…You don’t have to include that.”

“Yes I do,” she said without hesitation. “Because it is part of the report.”

“The report..” you echoed weakly.

“Yes,” Izumi said, completely serious. “Uncle Iroh needs to know what is going on here.”

Zuko exhaled slowly, like he was trying very hard to remain composed. “I am aware of what is going on here.”

Izumi looked up at him. “Then why didn’t you notice my nails?”

Silence.

You turned away again, shoulders shaking.

Zuko opened his mouth. Closed it. Then, carefully, he reached out and took her hand, turning it slightly to look. “…They look nice,” he said.

Izumi narrowed her eyes. “You’re just saying that now.”

“…No, I mean it.”

She studied him for a moment—really studied him—before giving a small, accepting nod. “Okay,” she decided.

Then, immediately back to business: “I will still write it down.” Of course she would. Zuko let out the faintest huff of a laugh, shaking his head as she continued her very official, very serious correspondence.

Izumi dipped her brush back into the ink with renewed focus, posture straightening like she’d just resolved a major political dispute.

“Next,” she muttered, mostly to herself. "Fire.."

Zuko leaned back slightly, watching her now instead of pretending not to.

You stayed close, your shoulder brushing his, both of you quietly observing as she worked.

Izumi’s tongue peeked out again as she wrote, slow and deliberate:

I am

She paused. “…How do you spell ‘practicing’? Zuko answered this time without hesitation. “P–R–A—”

“I know how to start it,” she interrupted, frowning. “I just don’t know how it ends.”

You smiled softly. “C–I–N–G.”

She repeated it under her breath, then carefully added it to the line, brows furrowed in deep concentration.

I am practicing my firebending and I am getting better.

She sat back slightly, considering. Then added, smaller:

But sometimes it goes too big.

Zuko’s gaze softened almost immediately at that.

Izumi didn’t seem to notice. She just nodded to herself, “Honest,” she said.

“Very,” you murmured.

She tapped the brush lightly against the edge of the ink dish, thinking hard. “…And also,” she added, almost as an afterthought. The brush moved again. Slower this time. Less rigid.

Mommy and Daddy are helping me.

You felt it before you even fully read it—that small shift in the room.

Zuko didn’t move.

Izumi kept going, quieter now, like she wasn’t entirely aware of how much she was saying.

They are very busy but they still stay with me.

Your chest tightened.

Zuko’s hand, resting beside yours, shifted slightly—just enough that his fingers brushed against yours.

Izumi frowned faintly, like she was trying to find the right words for something she didn’t fully understand.

Then, carefully:

They are good at helping even when I don’t know what I need.

She paused again, staring at what she’d written.

Then added one last line, a little messier than the rest:

I like when we are together.

This time, she didn’t say anything after. Just stared at the scroll for a moment… then nodded, like she’d decided it was acceptable.

Zuko let out a slow breath you hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “…That’s a good letter,” he said quietly.

Izumi glanced up at him. “Of course it is.”

She stared at the scroll for a long moment, as if checking it for errors only she could see. Then she nodded once, decisively. “Okay,” she said.

Zuko tilted his head slightly. “Okay?” “I’m done,” she declared. You glanced down. “All of it?” “Yes,” she said firmly. “It is complete.” She dipped the brush one last time, her movements slower now—less official, more careful. Like even she could tell this part mattered differently.

I hope to see you again soon.

She pressed her lips together, then added:

I miss you.

Her grip on the brush tightened slightly, but she kept going.

I love you.

No hesitation this time. Just certainty. Izumi lifted her hand, studying the ink as if confirming it was strong enough to hold the feeling. Then she gave a small nod. As if satisfied. She set the brush down. “…Finished,” she announced.

Then Izumi pushed herself up from her chair. First she walked to you. She tugged lightly at your sleeve until you leaned closer. And without any ceremony at all, she pressed a small, quick kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you,” she said simply.

You blinked, smiling softly. “You’re welcome.”

Then she turned.

Walked to Zuko next. He didn’t even have time to straighten before she reached up, grabbed his sleeve like she owned it, and tugged him down slightly. A kiss to his cheek too.

“Thank you,” she repeated, just as seriously.

Zuko froze for half a second. Then, very quietly: “…Anytime.”

Izumi stepped back, satisfied, as if the matter was officially concluded. She looked at the scroll one last time. Then added, almost like an afterthought: “And I expect a response.”

You let out a soft laugh.

Zuko didn’t.

But the corner of his mouth lifted anyway as he reached over, gently steadying the scroll so it wouldn’t roll away.

Izumi was already standing there like she’d just concluded a royal summit.

“Alright,” you said, gently straightening up. “That’s enough excitement for today.”

Zuko nodded once, already half-reaching to gather the scattered brushes and scrolls. “Agreed,” he said. “It’s getting late.”

Izumi froze. Slowly turned her head. “…What?”

You blinked. “It’s bedtime.”

Zuko added, completely calm, “Yes. Time for bed.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

“NOOOOO—” Izumi’s entire soul left her body. She threw her arms up like she was personally betrayed by the universe itself, stepping back from the table in pure outrage.

You were unable to hide your smile. “Oh, the joys of parenting.”

Zuko didn’t even look back. “…The joys,” he echoed dryly.

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Finished Business - TLoA Fire Lord Zuko x Thief Reader trope: rivals to lovers, slowburn \\ part 2 of Negotiations

"Remind me again why we we're not flying there?" Sokka pants from the incline. 

"Because I said so," you shout back, ignoring the ache you're starting to feel in your back. "The entrance is blocked off somewhere up the middle. There's no other way to reach the temple, as far as I'm aware."

"Yeah, and I'm confused why we're taking your suggestions, when we have a flying bison that can take us to the entrance?"

"Where is your sense of adventure, my friend?" you laugh out of breath.

"How'd you find this place anyways?" Sokka interrogates. "It's pretty out of the way from anywhere."

"I found the item along the way and got curious. Looked around for a bit."

"And where is the entrance going to be?" Katara asks, finally.

The team follows your attention to the steep mountain wall that they were walking along. 

"Honestly, the hard part is getting to the waterfall," you tell the team, glancing at Zuko. 

It had taken two full days of flying on the back of the great beast to get to Omashu. It was Zuko who helped you climb Appa for your first takeoff. 

Normally, you would have given him an irritating quip while accepting his help with a smile, but your excitement for the flying bison took precedence. 

Since then, you've noticed Zuko's eyes following you. 

From wherever you sat, he was always sitting across, with his arms over his chest and his shoulders raised. Like at any time, you would steal the bison out from under them and take off if he looked away for even a moment. 

A few times, you tried to prod into his unreadable head, holding his hard gaze as your lips twitch. You'd catch him off-guard when you winked. 

"Don't get the wrong idea," he had said gruffly. "I'm just keeping an eye on you."

You raised your eyebrow smugly at that. "It sounds more like you're hitting on me."

At some point, Katara got sick of your antagonizing, deciding to reprimand the Fire Lord. 

"Zuko, stop flirting with your scammer."

You lead the team to a deep crevice in the mountain wall. 

"We need to get through there." You look between the crevice and the bison, then land on the Avatar. "I don't if you want to work some of your Avatar magic and make this easier?"

Toph laughs from beside wall. "This is nothing." She grabs the surface with one hand, digging her fingers into the rock before punching it. The wall shivers as the crevice widens into a tunnel. There is no light from the other side. 

"How deep is that, Toph?" 

"It doesn't go very far. She was telling the truth, I sense a body of water from inside."

"I wouldn't have any reason to lie," you say, although your tone and smile imply you would.

"Appa can wait out here until we find another way in for him," Aang decides, walking up to the bison to rub his chin. "He doesn't like caves."

"Works for me. The entrance isn't too far from here." Before stepping in the tunnel, you turn to Zuko. "Could I get some light?"

Zuko's nose flares before he erupts a flame in his palm. Wordlessly, he steps into the tunnel first, and you follow him closely. 

"You think he's into her?" Aang asks a little too loudly as he steps into the dark, lighting a fire in his own hand. Katara shushes him loudly. 

Zuko groans in front of you, and you watch his silhouette sag defeatedly. 

"I had a feeling you liked me," you muse. 

"Don't talk to me," he mutters.

"I'm talking to myself."

Inside, there's a cavern, and Zuko and Aang's fire reveal the opening at the top of the cave. Water trickles gently down, into a small pond in front of them. 

Everyone's head turns to you, and you raise your shoulders. 

"I never said it was a big waterfall. It took me awhile to squeeze through the wall."

You demonstrate scaling the wall and climbing over the edge, which Zuko and Sokka follow to the footing. Aang leaps up lightfooted, Katara raises herself using the pondwater, and Toph uses the ground to launch herself to the landing. 

You sigh, looking among the three of them. "Life must be a breeze."

The opening widens into a hall, where a wooden wall stands blocking the path. 

"This is as far as I got." You reveal the contraption hanging on the wall. A system of tubes you didn't have the resources to solve. "I figured it wouldn't be right to burn it down."

"And you found this from a little looking around?" Zuko questions. 

You roll your eyes and groan. "Fine, you caught me. I was intentionally being vague."

"Is that what you call it?"

"What would you call it?"

"Lying."

"What's important is that she led us here, and that she doesn't take anything back from the temple," Aang interjects, holding his hands up. "She's holding up on her end."

"You hear that? I'm holding up on my end," you say agreeably, shooting Zuko a patronizing look with your fluttering eyes. "You should loosen up a little."

Zuko growls from the back of his throat, fire blazing hotter in his hand. 

Aang performs a sequence of poses, sending wind through the tubes on the wall, before Zuko can respond with all the pettiness in his heart. 

When the wall opens up, a different air invades your senses. You can feel it against your skin and smell it as the breeze passes over you—no one has been here in a very long time. 

Aang leads the rest of you down the rocky path until the temple reveals itself. Sitting under sunlight from a jagged opening in the mountain wall. Its walls are covered in overgrowth, and you can tell from where you are that the temple is deteriorating under the sun. 

"That is cool," you murmur to yourself, imagining how long the temple has sat waiting to be found. You feel your ear burn, so you instinctively turn your head, catching Zuko staring. You smile, amazed. "You don't get used to something like this."

- In all honesty, Zuko was used to this—exploring an ancient temple—so he left the relic-hunting to his friends as he kept a close eye on you. 

He watched your eyes as they followed a mural in complete awe. You couldn't steal the mural and sell it, so he wondered what was on your mind as you wistfully stared. 

You hadn't turned out entirely how Zuko expected. You were annoying, that was always certain. You obviously enjoyed getting a rise out of him, and he had kept falling for it, but–

Why did he keep falling for it?

Every waking moment on Appa's back, you were leaning along the edge of the saddle, watching the ground move by like a child. Zuko couldn't understand your fascination for it, he's had access to flying since he was a teenager. You treated Momo well, and Toph even joined you in teasing Sokka—the team seemed to have warmed up to you during the short journey. 

Your insistence on coming to the temple, he can't figure it out. Is he supposed to believe you're tagging along just to see the place?

There's no way, he rationalizes internally. You have to have another motive. 

He catches you slipping away from the group during the first sweep. He knows Toph is aware, but she doesn't say anything as they team continues to move forward. Zuko takes it upon himself to follow you. 

"What are you doing?" He catches you kneeling over in one of the rooms, reaching for something on the ground. He hears you laugh under your breath as you straighten up. 

Holding up a piece of charcoal, you lean against your hip. 

"You have serious trust issues," you say deadpanning. "I already told you, several times, I wouldn't take anything with me."

"You keep saying that, but it only makes you look more suspicious," Zuko responds with a glare. He tries to look around you. "What were you even doing?"

Stepping to the side, you reveal a small drawing of a cat on the stone floor. 

"Leaving a tag," you explain. 

Zuko frowns in confusion. "You couldn't have done that with the rest of the team?"

"In front of the Avatar?" You scoff, smirking. "That would be disrespectful."

"I know you're planning something," Zuko finally throws out. "I don't believe a word you're telling us."

"That's smart," you nod, eyeing the ceiling thoughtfully. "You never take a business person's words at face value, that's where the Avatar falls behind. They're always trying to sell you something."

"And you expect me to believe you'd go this far for a few bags of gold?"

"I'm in it for the adventure, Fire Lord." You smile widely, walking past him to return to the others. "Whatever money I can make off of it is an added bonus."

- Later that night, the team makes camp at the center of the temple before they travel back the next day. 

After the last meal, you disappear with the excuse to wash up. A long stretch of time passes before Zuko realizes you've been gone for too long. 

"Have any of you seen her at all?"

"Did she leave?" Sokka pipes up, digging out of his ear. 

"She's not in the temple anymore," Toph tells the rest of them. "I can't sense her nearby."

"She can't have gone far," Zuko says urgently. "We have to go after her!"

No one moves. 

"Why isn't anyone moving?"

"This is probably for the best, Zuko," Katara tells him, scratching the back of her arm. "We've already reached the temple."

"What if she took something?" Zuko looks over her shoulder at Aang. 

"I don't think she did," he answers. 

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm not," Aang confesses with a lobsided smile. "Call it my Avatar instinct."

Zuko can't accept that, so he turns and makes a break for the cavern entrance. 

"I don't think she's as into him as he's into her," Sokka comments as they all watch him race off.

Zuko makes it halfway down the mountain by the time he catches up to you, using his firebending for an added boost. 

"Stop!" He shouts after you, throwing a ball of fire ahead of your path. You skid to a stop, clutching the bag against your hip. 

You burst into laughter when you realize Zuko pursued you alone. "No one else cared to follow?"

"What do you have in the bag?"

Your eyes follow Zuko's down to the pouch in your hand. Slowly, a grin creeps across your face. You pull it off and hold it out for him. 

"You wanna see?" You're goading him. "Take a look."

Zuko walks forward, he's cautious as he takes a hold of the bag, but he's caught by surprise when you jerk the bag back, pulling him forward. 

You throw your arm around his head as he's leaning forward, twisting him around until he can yank away from you. He grips your bag between his fingers like you still have possession. 

As he focuses on you again, his hair falls into his face. You hold up his crown, which held his hair up in a half-do. 

"I was wondering the whole time how I was going to get this off your head," you hum, inspecting the golden accessory. "I wasn't sure if I wanted to make it obvious or not."

Annoyed, Zuko tries to ignore you, diving into your bag. Dozens of sheets of paper are crumpled inside. Pulling a few out, Zuko can make out light sketches of buildings.

"Are these-"

"The temple? Yeah," you say smugly. "They're pretty good right? I can't make a coin off them though."

"You-" Zuko is lost for words as he looks through the paper. Aside from a few writing tools, there's nothing else in your bag. "You really weren't planning anything."

"Has anyone ever told you you're paranoid?" 

"Then how come you're running like a thief?" 

You wag your finger at him, holding the crown in the same hand. "You don't need to know every detail. I held up my end of the deal, and now I've got other jobs to pick up."

"The deal was you wouldn't take anything," Zuko reminds you, jutting his chin at his crown. 

"I believe I explicitly said I wouldn't take anything from the Air temple." You toss his crown up before catching it. "How much do you think this will go for?"

Zuko thinks for a moment. Weighs if you're worth the hassle. 

He ultimately decides to return your bag to you, tossing it at your feet. So much for Aang's Avatar instinct.

"It'll make a nice pair of earrings," he settles on saying, watching you as you pick up your bag. 

You wave your fingers at him. "I knew you liked me."

Zuko scoffs as he crosses his arms. 

"We'll be seeing each other again," you promise, flashing your annoying grin. Entirely pleased with yourself. 

"If I ever see you again, I'll have you arrested."

You laugh. "If you can catch me." You throw a wink over your shoulder before swinging your arm out, fire blowing out from your fist in Zuko's direction. 

He blocks the attack, but loses sight of you in the process. By the time your fire dissappates, you're gone. 

Zuko blows air through his nose, listening for any sign of you, but the silence tells him you got away. 

He could chase you; probably get into a real fight too, now that he knows you can firebend. For some reason, it sounds almost appealing. 

He takes out a paper from his belt, one of the short scraps he pulled from your bag. It isn't very detailed, but he can make out each member of the team—sitting together with the temple's architecture roughly drawn out in the background. 

Before he makes his way back to the others, he folds the paper up and returns it to his belt.

a/n: not me forcing my agenda through sheer delusion. i think i made you a nerd that's in the business for the love of the game (and bc it pays the bills) especially after growing up poor in the fire nation

pls lmk if you like it i get off from the appreciation

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taglist form for this idea that I plan on continuing once schedule opens up

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— Hard Knock Life

prompt: there's a trafficked bender that catches the avatar's attention during a rescue mission (loosely followed)

pairing: platonic!aang & fem!reader, zuko x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k | based on original

You walk in a meadow, overlooking a village. The sun is out, and it's a beautiful day. The birds sing happily in the branches hanging above you as the wind blows cool through your hair. 

When you breathe, it almost feels fresh in your lungs—unfamiliar. Like a distant memory you're unsure is real. 

Behind you, something rustles in the bushes, where the line of trees introduce the forest. Laughter chimes in the air, and it rings in your head like an alarm. 

"I know you're hiding," you say with a smile. "It's okay to come out now."

The rustling continues, scurrying deeper into the trees, taking the innocent giggles with it. 

"Don't go too far!" You shout, treading after it. "Dinner will be ready soon. Mom wants us back!"

You groan as the laughter only moves farther away. And as you follow it, the trees cast a dark shadow until you can hardly see a thing. 

"Quit messing around!" You yell, and the laughter goes silent. You suddenly realize it's too dark, when the sky was clear and blue a minute before. The birds are gone too. 

An explosion erupts behind you, and shakes you roughly. When you look back, you can barely make out the top of your village from the trees. As you try to move closer, you see light emitting from the buildings, but you can't place what it is. 

Slowly, your vision focuses and you realize–it's fire.

Another violent shake, and the image is gone. You're suddenly somewhere else. 

Reality.

"I said, get up," the man barks, lifting his foot off your back. You find yourself lying on your side in a cold, metal cell, and you remember.

You're an adult now. You're not a kid anymore—if you ever were—and you work for a bunch of–

"Move!" 

You're harshly grabbed from the floor and hauled to your feet. You swing your elbows out, landing one on the jaw, before shoving him away. 

Your captor rubs his jaw, glaring daggers at you. Then, he pulls out the ring of keys, and your hands flex within your bindings. 

"Should just keep you locked up," he threatens darkly. "Throw you overboard, top it off."

When you don't say anything, he laughs. 

"You'd probably enjoy it."

Temper rising, you inhale deeply. He needs you, you remind yourself. 

Wordlessly, you hold your restrained hands out. Your cuffs enclose your hands in separate metal containers. To prevent you from using firebending to melt the metal, your hands are wrapped in thick layers of cotton. 

After freeing you, the man watches carefully as you immediately reach for the metal band across your forehead. With your third-eye tattoo exposed, he takes a tentative step back. 

"Don't even think of trying anything," the man warns you, still maintaining his gruff demeanor. "We're in the middle of the ocean."

You scoff under your breath, and the man grabs you by the arm, dragging you up to the deck. 

"Get up there!" He orders, shoving you up the stairs so hard you nearly trip on the step.

The crew onboard are all accomplices to your enslavement, ensuring you remain docile throughout your 'trip' by routinely performing acts of cruelty. At this point, you're used to it, allowing the anger to roll off you in slow waves. 

Above deck, your captors are frantic. The ones who can bend line the edge of the ship with boulders and pots of oil. Four teams of two work together to launch volleys of flaming boulders across the body of water.

"Get here! What took so damn long?" This man is the ringleader. You don't know his name, but you knew he gave the orders. You've been referring to him as Blind-Eye, on account of his horrendously purple eyepatch.

He's far from the nicest, but compared to his crew—while he remembers to give you food, unlike others, it is always rotten and sparce. 

Blind-Eye grabs your shoulder and moves you in front of him, his finger points out at a Fire Nation trading vessel in the distance—one you've been seeing a lot over the past few months.

When he doesn't remove his hand, you shrug him off, unwrapping the cloth around your arms. 

Just off to the side, a boulder lands from the trading ship, spraying the deck, where you're standing, with ocean water. You sigh defeatedly, looking down at your soaked clothes.

This was the only set they gave you.

In no time, steam rises off of you. Heaps of it roll off your clothes until the uncomfortable moisture fades.

The scene around you goes quiet as you focus. Taking a quick inhale through your nose, you send a concentrated beam of energy from your Third Eye directly at the trading ship. 

The waves jump to intercept, freezing over just as your attack explodes. The flying frozen chunks land short of the trading ship. 

A roar echoes from above, and you gasp in surprise, wondering if you're still dreaming—or if there's actually a giant beast flying overhead. The animal evades boulders from your ship, and on a few occasions, the flaming rocks are extinguished and destroyed. 

"What are you waiting for?" Blind-Eye barks. "Shoot it down!"

Your eyes lock back on to the animal, but just as you're about to shoot a beam, the ocean throws your ship off-balance. 

You manage to keep your balance as the ship rocks to one side, but you underestimate the force as it levels back out. You and a majority of your captors lose your footing. 

With a rumbling groan, the beast lands onboard with a heavy thud. It's riders jump off, a handful of them, and you watch as they quickly start fighting off the crew. 

"Do something!" Blind-Eye orders, grabbing you by the nape of your neck with painful pressure. 

"What's in it for me," you rasp out, trying to reach back and peel his iron grip off you. You let out a strangled cry when he yanks you violently. 

"That filthy town of yours. We'll pay what's left of your family a visit and burn everything and everyone to the ground."

For all you know, he could be telling the truth—all your previous owners seemed to know about your home and family too. They can always go back for more.

In the corner of your eye, you see a flash of orange. A man dressed in clothes you've never seen before, wearing tattoos that seem vaguely familiar, bounces back and forth across the deck. He's fighting off your captors with ease, blowing them overboard with flicks of his wrist. The rest of his people are following in his pursuit, and the numbers start to even out. 

Think I'd rather sink with the ship, you tell yourself quietly. Your hands clench into fists. 

You shoot a jet of fire from the bottom of your foot, and the ground around you quickly becomes engulfed. The flames catch onto Blind-Eye's shoes and pants, making him jump away and release you. Creating some distance, you spray fire from your palms, which he bats away with a swing of his arm.

"Eat this," you bite out, and you watch Blind Eye's good eye widen. As you take in your breath, you hear someone shout behind you. 

"Wait, st–!"

The explosion hits, and the impact rattles the whole ship. You're blown back, tumbling across the metal deck with ringing ears. As you pick yourself up, you try to focus your vision, but your body struggles to find control.

The monk in orange is laid out on the deck too—he must have been close to the blast—as members of his group surround him. 

All you can hear is your own breath. You feel like you're in a dream again. 

You blearily catch sight of the remaining crew of attackers. They're fleeing from the ship in emergency canoes.

"No one can leave," you say hurriedly, attempting to go after them with weak legs.

"Stop her!" You hear the waterbender order after you, but you're already taking in your breath. Your beam flies past the last few onboard, hitting the railing before exploding. The ship groans deeply after your attack, swaying roughly from the damage. 

The state of the ship doesn't affect you as you attempt to go after your captors again, but you're grabbed from behind. 

Struck with panic, a familiar disgust overwhelms you. 

"Let me go–Let me go!" You scream, waving your arms around from under your restraints. 

"We're trying to help you, but you need to calm down," the man in red yells close to your ear. 

"I can't–," you gasp, blinking furiously. 

Inhaling deeply, you turn your Third Eye to the ground.

- 

Zuko remembers the bounty he put on the Avatar over a decade ago. The destructive power, associated with the third-eye tattoo, burned into his memory, along with the insurmountable regret for hiring the bounty hunter in the first place.

Combustion-bending, Zuko learned from the Imperial archives, is a skill firebenders can develop through brutal, near-torturous methods. It was originally pursued with the intention of creating human weapons. 

When he caught sight of you getting dragged across the deck, with your third-eye tattoo in plain sight, his readings came to mind.

Aang manages to contain the impact of your explosion, channeling the Avatar state to surpress the blast, while pushing you and Zuko back simultaneously. His actions lead to destroying the boat you're on, and the team is left on its sinking remains. 

As Appa comes to save them, you stay behind while everyone climbs to his saddle. You're staring at Aang with apprehension. 

"What are you doing? You have to climb on," Zuko tells you, frowning at the obvious. 

You have to think about it for a moment, but Sokka is ready to leave. 

"Are we forgetting that she was trying to blow up that other ship, and then us?"

"It's complicated," Zuko tells them. "I can explain when we get back, but she needs to get on Appa first."

Aang leaps off from his seat on Appa's head, down to you. 

"You have to come with us," he hears Aang tell you. 

"Is it safe?" You ask. 

Aang glances back at the rest of the team. "Oh, yeah. Appa is a master. You can trust me." He puts his out to you, and you awkwardly take it. 

Zuko notices the way you balk as Aang wraps an arm around you. He hoists onto Appa's back in one swift movement. 

Appa takes off by the time the boat is nearly submerged—her crew and captain nowhere to be seen. 

You're looking noticeably pale under the warm sunlight. Zuko might have thought you were sick from the flight, if not for your expression. 

"Where are we going?" You croak. Everyone glances between each other, before their eyes rest on Zuko–the diplomat after Aang. 

"Somewhere safe," Zuko says vaguely. "Just relax until we get there."

The setup had worked perfectly. Zuko had managed to draw the pirates out and find you—the source of destruction behind his peoples' sunken ships. 

"Where are you taking me?" You ask again, turning your head to face him and revealing the unique details of your third-eye tattoo. 

"The Fire Nation's palace," he answers, glancing around the saddle to see if anyone else is paying attention. Katara is talking with Aang in the front, Toph is lounging—taking up a large section for herself—, and Sokka is checking out his boomerang. 

Zuko hears you sigh softly. 

"I'm being taken to the Fire Lord?"

"In a manner of speaking," he answers, scratching his cheek. 

You're quiet for a moment, and Zuko looks at you. 

"If I tried to run, you would come after me?"

"Yes," Zuko answers, resolutely. "You're accomplice to destroying Fire Nation vessels."

You drop your head, keeping your expression hidden from Zuko. 

He hears your voice quietly whisper hopelessly, "I don't want to die."

"I promise you–you will be safe at the palace."

You meet his gaze, looking unconvinced. "How can you be sure?" You eye him, up and down, and Zuko realizes he's not wearing anything to indicate his position. "Are you the prince, or something?"

He can't help but smile at that. Maybe his clothes were enough to know. 

"Do I not look like it?" 

You smile sadly, amused but not taking his hook. You turn your head to look at the view below Appa, and Zuko notices the way you twist your head, back and forth. 

"I can't believe it—I'm going to die."

a/n: i'm trying out a format

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sick and tired of formatting my blog dump so here's a few headcanons for trafficked!reader and gaang/zuko while i take a break:

Aang realizes you feel extremely safe around him. He feels your eyes on his back whenever he uses airbending. You always look to him when you have a problem, or if you're confused—he very much holds your hand, guiding you through your transition back to normalcy.

ie. He's meditating one morning, and you show up. You clear your throat because Aang's eyes are closed, before awkwardly asking if you can join him. You sit beside him, crossing your legs under you, straightening your back and falling into a rhythm with his breathing. It's quiet between you for a long period of time before Aang hears you sniffling. Peeking out of the corner of his eye, he sees tears dripping from your chin. Your eyes stay closed, and your breathing remains even, while you dry your cheeks with the back of your hand. "I'm fine," you whisper, feeling his concern emanating. You breathe out deeply from your mouth. "It's never felt like this before." "Like what?" "Peaceful."

Katara loves being the shoulder you can lean on when your new life becomes too overwhelming. When you're in turmoil, blaming yourself, she will be there to listen—she keeps your head up when you're too tired to remember you're free.

ie. She invades your room one night, intruding on your quiet time alone. Katara lies to get through the door, telling you that she needs to discuss something important with you. The truth is, she just wanted to ask how you were feeling, something you weren't expecting to share when she arrived at your door. You dismiss her question tiredly, before asking if that's all she came for. "Sooner of later, you're going to have to leave this room," Katara eventually tells you, and you shake your head. "I know what you're scared of, and I can guarantee you—we look out for each other." "That's not it, Katara," you tell her, sighing. "I don't feel safe to be around. I'm a walking warning sign." Katara takes your hand when you can't look her in the eye. "You are not dangerous."

Sokka notices how smart you are when you finally start jumping into conversations. Sokka is over the moon talking to you for hours in a blink of an eye—he keeps your feet grounded when the world moves too fast around you.

ie. He tells a campfire story with several plot holes to you and the Gaang during an expedition. While he was prepared for everyone else to have their opinions, he wasn't expecting you to pile on. You vaguely comment on how young and naive Sokka's main character is, and Sokka excitedly responds to it with an explanation on why he creatively went that route—you can't change mistakes from the past, but you can look forward to the future. "That's...really insightful, Sokka," you tell him. "Did Aang teach you that?" Sokka's expression crinkles in frustration. "I can be insightful!" Toph laughs, lying on the floor, facing the wall. "Yeah, Sokka. You're as insightful as this view is scenic."

Toph becomes your partner in dry remarks. Every time she laughs in agreement, she knows your heart jumps in delight. She's not afraid to hold back in a spar, and you’re both walking away with burns and bruises—she clears doubt from your mind when you feel out of place.

Zuko constantly keeps his eyes on you, and when you’re not in the room, his mind finds its way back to you. It’s not the disgusting feeling like you’re used to but rather, as weeks go by, the light in your eyes gets brighter every time your eyes meet his—he reminds you that life is worth living, especially around people you love.

(Mayhaps I got lazy at the end and wanted to move on to other ideas for this concept hehe oh shit and i have stuff in my inbox ill be getting to) sorry work is just dogging on me 🫶🏼

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For Honor - TLoA Zuko x reader (major movie spoilers) They're in love btw but this is angst LMFAO

"And you want to go?" Your eyes widen, hand pressing against your forehead in astonishment. 

"I have to. The Avatar needs help," Zuko says without further discussion. You're pacing after him as he makes preparations to leave. 

Not even an hour ago, he was sitting with his council in the throne room. 

"My Lord, forgive me," you brace, grabbing his arm to stop him. "May I speak freely?"

"Go ahead."

You nod with a sigh. "I understand the debt our nation owes the Avatar, but I cannot allow you to go alone to Mount Bayou—of all places." 

"I'll be with the Avatar and the others. I won't be alone," he tries to convince you, reaching to hold your arm in return. 

"You are the Fire Lord," you earnestly remind him. "Listen to reason. It wouldn't be wise to go traipsing into the Earth Kingdom on a dangerous mission, when-"

The words get caught in your throat before they can slip out and cast you as belligerent against your Fire Lord. 

"Finish your statement." Zuko implores, his tone his hard but forgiving. 

"When you are still without an heir," you say quietly, bowing your head. "At least, take me with you."

Zuko exhales softly through his nose before he rests his hand on the curve of your neck.

"Will that put your concerns to rest?"

"Yes," you breathe, hooking your fingers over his hand, looking into his eyes desperately.

"Then you'll join us," Zuko decides, motioning for a nearby servant to take his latest order. 

"Really?" You ask skeptically, noticing how agreeable he is. "That easy?" You were sure you'd have to do much more convincing. 

"It's that easy," Zuko murmurs, leaning down once the servant is out of sight to press a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "The Avatar will be glad you wished to join."

"And you, my Lord?"

Zuko's cheeks and ear flush as his eyes cast away, and he clears his throat.

"You're a strong fighter, sensible, and–" Zuko chokes. "I would have missed you if you decided not to come, but you are. So I won't have to."

"I'm glad to be of service to you," you say with trembling lips, trying your hardest to surpress a wide grin. "I will bring honor to you and our people." 

-

"No!" You roar when Zuko is batted away with a strong force of wind. You recover the fastest, sending a volley of fireballs in the airbender's direction. 

After the Avatar left to complete the mission, the ancient airbender began attacking the group, targeting Zuko over the rest of you. 

Despite fighting five against one, Taga was moving in circles around all of you. Faster than you have ever seen the Avatar move, you have never gone against an airbender trying to kill you. 

"Get away from him!" You scream, trying to get close enough with your fire to keep his attention. In the corner of your eye, Zuko is struggling to stand in the crater that Taga put him in. 

"Fire-breathing monsters," the airbender mutters bitterly. "Your people slaughtered the airbenders."

"We're trying to make things right!" You argue, catching your breath as Katara steps in to attack. "We want to live in peace with every nation!"

As Toph, Sokka, and Katara keep Taga busy, you rush over to Zuko. He's struggling to stay on his two feet, and his posture gives away his injury. 

"Where do you think you're going?" 

From behind, you're forced by heavy wind into a rock pillar, knocking the air out of your lungs and making your head spin as you land hard on the ground. 

"There's only way to make things right," you hear Taga say as he twirls two fingers in front of him. His eyes are set on Zuko, and your body is too weak to do anything but reach out weakly in his direction. 

"No-"

Taga shoots his two fingers at Zuko, and it's like Zuko is struck in the chest. His eyes go wide in pain before his expression relaxes. The warmth in his amber eyes is missing once he hits the ground. 

"Zuko!" You scream, balling your hands into fists. Forgetting about Taga, your priority is to get to Zuko as quickly as possible, but the airbender doesn't let you reach him. "No!" You cry with tears in your eyes as the wind rips you away from Zuko again. 

"Now you know how it feels," Taga spits bitterly. "Watching helplessly as your people die."

As he says this, everything around you stops. It goes quiet and all you can hear is your heart beating in your chest. 

You don't notice Taga twirling his two fingers again, this time focusing on you. 

I couldn't protect him. And then, it went dark. 

I failed. Your thoughts echo in the newfound abyss. It was my duty. What have I done? What about our people?

You hear your name called softly, and you turn, seeing a figure of light. 

"Avatar," you murmur somberly. "I failed."

-

When Aang wakes up, Katara is immediately on him, crying with relief into his cheek. 

"Is everyone okay? I thought you were all dead," Aang sighs happily, noticing Sokka and Toph standing around them. 

"We were," Sokka tells him with a shudder. "But Katara saved us."

"No," Katara disputes with a hardened voice. "Not everyone." 

Aang follows her eyes to the corner of the little cave he's found themselves in. 

Zuko's kneeling, hunched over your body as he holds you hand against his chest. His quiet sobs finally register with Aang's senses, and the relief he felt quickly disappates into grief. 

Now you know how it feels watching helplessly as your people die.

a/n: ya'll why did i do that tho OOMF

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which anon keeps sending me smut in my inbox...i'm looking for you 😑 you got good ideas man i just wna talk 🕴

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[bfbkg]

stepping into bed bedside bakugou and he’s planning on romancing you a little because he’s just a little horny and this has been his plan all evening but when he rolls over to face you, you’ve got that overnight thick white jelly like facial skincare mask on. he cannot makeout with you. he can barely kiss you and you see his whole face just drop.

you going “what!? did you want me to get you one?”

and he’s huffing and puffing that his plan to wait didn’t even work. he can’t kiss your neck because it will mess up your mask. he loves kissing your cheeks.

“wanted to kiss you.” he grumbles. shirtless, laying on his side, looking at your body in your camisole and pyjama shorts. he can still work around your face. sadly.

“awe,” you squeak and you pout your lips for him to kiss.

he shakes his head like he doesn’t deserve this treatment but does carefully kiss you so he doesn’t mess up your mask.

bkg ends up making out with your breasts and kissing down your legs to eat you out. then you give him a quick handjob and he’s cuddling you with his head on your breasts. face mask still in tact, he’s the clingy one here.

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being a writer is

50% daydreaming about plots and writing

50% procrastinating/suffering during the actual writing process

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ꮼ boyfriend!sokka can't help but be a hopeless romantic with you

ᦸ he might be an idiot, but an attractive, sweet idiot ⸝⸝ sexual themes mentioned ⸝⸝ not proofread.

boyfriend!sokka is a funny man, okay? We're aware? He's constantly trying to keep a smile on your lips from his shenanigans—and is beyond proud of himself whenever he's got you laughing hard enough to wheeze.

He loves the sound of your laugh, startling you in bed with kisses just to hear one giggle; it's always so cute whenever the noise slows & you're left smiling at each other like idiots.

boyfriend!sokka is far more affectionate than most would assume; he likes resting his head on your chest, your fingers tangled in his hair—sprawled out in bed, lying on the ground, or ducking into you during a hug—he lives for the feeling of your heartbeat in his ear.

The feeling of your fingers threading through the strands, or your lips brushing the scalp while teasing him for being so touchy, while still touching him, is always so intimate.

boyfriend!sokka has woken you up—more than once, unfortunately—to tell you an idea for a new weapon he could use as a non-bender, wanting to get your opinions first on how practical you'd think it'd be for him to have before sinking time and effort into it.

He loves bringing home his finished inventions to show you first & show you how he plans to use them and the main purpose each one has.

boyfriend!sokka uses his biceps for good—picking you up & carrying you around the apartment—though that's only as a joke to prove his strength whenever you try to tease him.

Though sometimes he will pick you up whenever he gets home & carry you straight to your bed, with his arm curled tightly around you to ensure you don't slip, complaining just how much he's missed you.

boyfriend!sokka yaps frequently. He'll yap half-asleep, drowsily mumbling into your shoulder, while getting ready, showering together, during aftercare, and he'll even talk your ear off during sex.

If he has the opportunity to talk to his pretty girl, he's going to take it, even if it's in an odd situation or just to tell you something stupid. The audible excitement always fills you with a sweet warmth.

boyfriend!sokka loves it when you scratch the buzzed sections of his scalp; he'll close his eyes & lean into your touch while pulling you close. It's always so visible to his friends how lovesick he is for you.

He doesn't care how it looks to others, with him being so receptive to your affections. You toy with his hair; he toys with yours. You kiss him on the cheek, he kisses you on the cheek, and he lives for the chance to show his friends how affectionate he is with you.

boyfriend!sokka is a passionate boyfriend and proud. He does not play around; he always thinks it's so stupid when he sees a boyfriend pretending not to be in love with their girlfriend.

He's always so excited when you start affection with him. Why would he pretend he's not melting at any given chance? Showing he's into it gets him more.

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— Hard Knock Life

prompt: there's a trafficked bender that catches the avatar's attention during a rescue mission (loosely followed)

pairing: platonic!aang & fem!reader, zuko x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k | based on original

You walk in a meadow, overlooking a village. The sun is out, and it's a beautiful day. The birds sing happily in the branches hanging above you as the wind blows cool through your hair. 

When you breathe, it almost feels fresh in your lungs—unfamiliar. Like a distant memory you're unsure is real. 

Behind you, something rustles in the bushes, where the line of trees introduce the forest. Laughter chimes in the air, and it rings in your head like an alarm. 

"I know you're hiding," you say with a smile. "It's okay to come out now."

The rustling continues, scurrying deeper into the trees, taking the innocent giggles with it. 

"Don't go too far!" You shout, treading after it. "Dinner will be ready soon. Mom wants us back!"

You groan as the laughter only moves farther away. And as you follow it, the trees cast a dark shadow until you can hardly see a thing. 

"Quit messing around!" You yell, and the laughter goes silent. You suddenly realize it's too dark, when the sky was clear and blue a minute before. The birds are gone too. 

An explosion erupts behind you, and shakes you roughly. When you look back, you can barely make out the top of your village from the trees. As you try to move closer, you see light emitting from the buildings, but you can't place what it is. 

Slowly, your vision focuses and you realize–it's fire.

Another violent shake, and the image is gone. You're suddenly somewhere else. 

Reality.

"I said, get up," the man barks, lifting his foot off your back. You find yourself lying on your side in a cold, metal cell, and you remember.

You're an adult now. You're not a kid anymore—if you ever were—and you work for a bunch of–

"Move!" 

You're harshly grabbed from the floor and hauled to your feet. You swing your elbows out, landing one on the jaw, before shoving him away. 

Your captor rubs his jaw, glaring daggers at you. Then, he pulls out the ring of keys, and your hands flex within your bindings. 

"Should just keep you locked up," he threatens darkly. "Throw you overboard, top it off."

When you don't say anything, he laughs. 

"You'd probably enjoy it."

Temper rising, you inhale deeply. He needs you, you remind yourself. 

Wordlessly, you hold your restrained hands out. Your cuffs enclose your hands in separate metal containers. To prevent you from using firebending to melt the metal, your hands are wrapped in thick layers of cotton. 

After freeing you, the man watches carefully as you immediately reach for the metal band across your forehead. With your third-eye tattoo exposed, he takes a tentative step back. 

"Don't even think of trying anything," the man warns you, still maintaining his gruff demeanor. "We're in the middle of the ocean."

You scoff under your breath, and the man grabs you by the arm, dragging you up to the deck. 

"Get up there!" He orders, shoving you up the stairs so hard you nearly trip on the step.

The crew onboard are all accomplices to your enslavement, ensuring you remain docile throughout your 'trip' by routinely performing acts of cruelty. At this point, you're used to it, allowing the anger to roll off you in slow waves. 

Above deck, your captors are frantic. The ones who can bend line the edge of the ship with boulders and pots of oil. Four teams of two work together to launch volleys of flaming boulders across the body of water.

"Get here! What took so damn long?" This man is the ringleader. You don't know his name, but you knew he gave the orders. You've been referring to him as Blind-Eye, on account of his horrendously purple eyepatch.

He's far from the nicest, but compared to his crew—while he remembers to give you food, unlike others, it is always rotten and sparce. 

Blind-Eye grabs your shoulder and moves you in front of him, his finger points out at a Fire Nation trading vessel in the distance—one you've been seeing a lot over the past few months.

When he doesn't remove his hand, you shrug him off, unwrapping the cloth around your arms. 

Just off to the side, a boulder lands from the trading ship, spraying the deck, where you're standing, with ocean water. You sigh defeatedly, looking down at your soaked clothes.

This was the only set they gave you.

In no time, steam rises off of you. Heaps of it roll off your clothes until the uncomfortable moisture fades.

The scene around you goes quiet as you focus. Taking a quick inhale through your nose, you send a concentrated beam of energy from your Third Eye directly at the trading ship. 

The waves jump to intercept, freezing over just as your attack explodes. The flying frozen chunks land short of the trading ship. 

A roar echoes from above, and you gasp in surprise, wondering if you're still dreaming—or if there's actually a giant beast flying overhead. The animal evades boulders from your ship, and on a few occasions, the flaming rocks are extinguished and destroyed. 

"What are you waiting for?" Blind-Eye barks. "Shoot it down!"

Your eyes lock back on to the animal, but just as you're about to shoot a beam, the ocean throws your ship off-balance. 

You manage to keep your balance as the ship rocks to one side, but you underestimate the force as it levels back out. You and a majority of your captors lose your footing. 

With a rumbling groan, the beast lands onboard with a heavy thud. It's riders jump off, a handful of them, and you watch as they quickly start fighting off the crew. 

"Do something!" Blind-Eye orders, grabbing you by the nape of your neck with painful pressure. 

"What's in it for me," you rasp out, trying to reach back and peel his iron grip off you. You let out a strangled cry when he yanks you violently. 

"That filthy town of yours. We'll pay what's left of your family a visit and burn everything and everyone to the ground."

For all you know, he could be telling the truth—all your previous owners seemed to know about your home and family too. They can always go back for more.

In the corner of your eye, you see a flash of orange. A man dressed in clothes you've never seen before, wearing tattoos that seem vaguely familiar, bounces back and forth across the deck. He's fighting off your captors with ease, blowing them overboard with flicks of his wrist. The rest of his people are following in his pursuit, and the numbers start to even out. 

Think I'd rather sink with the ship, you tell yourself quietly. Your hands clench into fists. 

You shoot a jet of fire from the bottom of your foot, and the ground around you quickly becomes engulfed. The flames catch onto Blind-Eye's shoes and pants, making him jump away and release you. Creating some distance, you spray fire from your palms, which he bats away with a swing of his arm.

"Eat this," you bite out, and you watch Blind Eye's good eye widen. As you take in your breath, you hear someone shout behind you. 

"Wait, st–!"

The explosion hits, and the impact rattles the whole ship. You're blown back, tumbling across the metal deck with ringing ears. As you pick yourself up, you try to focus your vision, but your body struggles to find control.

The monk in orange is laid out on the deck too—he must have been close to the blast—as members of his group surround him. 

All you can hear is your own breath. You feel like you're in a dream again. 

You blearily catch sight of the remaining crew of attackers. They're fleeing from the ship in emergency canoes.

"No one can leave," you say hurriedly, attempting to go after them with weak legs.

"Stop her!" You hear the waterbender order after you, but you're already taking in your breath. Your beam flies past the last few onboard, hitting the railing before exploding. The ship groans deeply after your attack, swaying roughly from the damage. 

The state of the ship doesn't affect you as you attempt to go after your captors again, but you're grabbed from behind. 

Struck with panic, a familiar disgust overwhelms you. 

"Let me go–Let me go!" You scream, waving your arms around from under your restraints. 

"We're trying to help you, but you need to calm down," the man in red yells close to your ear. 

"I can't–," you gasp, blinking furiously. 

Inhaling deeply, you turn your Third Eye to the ground.

- 

Zuko remembers the bounty he put on the Avatar over a decade ago. The destructive power, associated with the third-eye tattoo, burned into his memory, along with the insurmountable regret for hiring the bounty hunter in the first place.

Combustion-bending, Zuko learned from the Imperial archives, is a skill firebenders can develop through brutal, near-torturous methods. It was originally pursued with the intention of creating human weapons. 

When he caught sight of you getting dragged across the deck, with your third-eye tattoo in plain sight, his readings came to mind.

Aang manages to contain the impact of your explosion, channeling the Avatar state to surpress the blast, while pushing you and Zuko back simultaneously. His actions lead to destroying the boat you're on, and the team is left on its sinking remains. 

As Appa comes to save them, you stay behind while everyone climbs to his saddle. You're staring at Aang with apprehension. 

"What are you doing? You have to climb on," Zuko tells you, frowning at the obvious. 

You have to think about it for a moment, but Sokka is ready to leave. 

"Are we forgetting that she was trying to blow up that other ship, and then us?"

"It's complicated," Zuko tells them. "I can explain when we get back, but she needs to get on Appa first."

Aang leaps off from his seat on Appa's head, down to you. 

"You have to come with us," he hears Aang tell you. 

"Is it safe?" You ask. 

Aang glances back at the rest of the team. "Oh, yeah. Appa is a master. You can trust me." He puts his out to you, and you awkwardly take it. 

Zuko notices the way you balk as Aang wraps an arm around you. He hoists onto Appa's back in one swift movement. 

Appa takes off by the time the boat is nearly submerged—her crew and captain nowhere to be seen. 

You're looking noticeably pale under the warm sunlight. Zuko might have thought you were sick from the flight, if not for your expression. 

"Where are we going?" You croak. Everyone glances between each other, before their eyes rest on Zuko–the diplomat after Aang. 

"Somewhere safe," Zuko says vaguely. "Just relax until we get there."

The setup had worked perfectly. Zuko had managed to draw the pirates out and find you—the source of destruction behind his peoples' sunken ships. 

"Where are you taking me?" You ask again, turning your head to face him and revealing the unique details of your third-eye tattoo. 

"The Fire Nation's palace," he answers, glancing around the saddle to see if anyone else is paying attention. Katara is talking with Aang in the front, Toph is lounging—taking up a large section for herself—, and Sokka is checking out his boomerang. 

Zuko hears you sigh softly. 

"I'm being taken to the Fire Lord?"

"In a manner of speaking," he answers, scratching his cheek. 

You're quiet for a moment, and Zuko looks at you. 

"If I tried to run, you would come after me?"

"Yes," Zuko answers, resolutely. "You're accomplice to destroying Fire Nation vessels."

You drop your head, keeping your expression hidden from Zuko. 

He hears your voice quietly whisper hopelessly, "I don't want to die."

"I promise you–you will be safe at the palace."

You meet his gaze, looking unconvinced. "How can you be sure?" You eye him, up and down, and Zuko realizes he's not wearing anything to indicate his position. "Are you the prince, or something?"

He can't help but smile at that. Maybe his clothes were enough to know. 

"Do I not look like it?" 

You smile sadly, amused but not taking his hook. You turn your head to look at the view below Appa, and Zuko notices the way you twist your head, back and forth. 

"I can't believe it—I'm going to die."

a/n: i'm trying out a format

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[bootyscalling]

Don’t think about getting sandwiched between Aang and Katara—where your back is pressing against Aang’s chest and Katara’s pushing her chest against yours. And everything is warm and soft, and you’re getting tingles in your hoo-ha because Katara’s hand is tightening around your throat to aggressively stick her tongue in your mouth, and Aang is reaching under to fondle your breasts against Katara’s. And his fat dick sits on the top of your ass bc he’s dry-humping you for stimulation.

[audhdspacewizard]

Knowing that Eridians have much longer lifespans, and also he can't be at every school on the planet at once, Ryland Grace decides to record a bunch of entertaining science lessons with Rocky's help.

Hundreds of years later, Eridian kids still get excited when the substitute teacher rolls in the 3D shape projector, because they know they're in for an episode of Friend Grace the Science Ace.

[tabicoeur]

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