Hi! Can you write How the Zenin men would react if their wife is sick? ( Naoya, Naobito, Ranta and Jinichi )
How the Zenin clansmen would react if their wife (You!) is sick!
Featuring: Naoya Zenin, Naobito Zenin, Ranta Zenin, and Jinichi Zenin
Topics: Fluff, Tsundere acting, character background, silent fondness, protective and gentle older partner (for Jinichi and Naobito), taking care of reader, a lot of cuddling and laying down together, pampering
Thank you so much for your requestđ~ I'm happy to comply!
For Jinichiâs and Naobitoâs, im not sure if you want the reader to be older or younger. But i will write them younger, it wonât change that much but if you want them to treat each other more 30s-40s older marriage, then please tell me! And also, the wife is the reader.. If you meant something different , please tell me too!! I deeply apologize if what you meant wasnât the reader being their wife but writing in third perspective instead!đĽšđĽ˛...
Naoya Zenin ŕË. áľáľ
You lie in bed with a hot towel neatly folded pressed against your head, Naoyaâs critiquing during your sickness wasnât helping. âYou wouldnât survive a day without me!â Mocking you while he soaks your used towel into the bowl of hot water beside your futon, squeezing it tightly before he folded it back on your forehead. Despite his cruel words, he sat beside your futon with his arms crossed, silently gaurding you incase you needed anything. Every cough, sneeze, shutter, he flinches awake to check up on you. Betraying his own insulting words that he stated previously.
âOi, you alright?â His hand hovering above your forehead with his gaze focused entirely on you. Afraid to show vulnerability, yet the way his voice cracked subtly when he got jolted awake to check you gave more softness than his usual arrogant behavior. The gaze he gave you softened at every signs of symptoms of your sickness you let out, whenever he checks your temperature by placing a hand on your forehead, his thumb would involuntary rub against your temple. No matter how much he wants to act selfish and prideful, youâre still his wife, and he loves you more than he would admit. Iâll do it later.. the sound of him mumbling beneath his breath, setting aside his ego while the sound of a metal spoon hitting a ceramic cup at every stir, dipping the tea bag that has been marinating in the hot water before dropping it in a near by trash can in the kitchen. He would never admit that he remembered every single subtle information of you, the amount of sugar you liked, the type of tea you enjoyed the most, even your favorite cup. As he slid the shoji door open, the sight of you in a deep state of slumber immediately softened him up. Positioning the cup of hot tea besides your futon, pulling up your stretched out blanket to cover you properly. Placing a tender, soft kiss on your forehead, something he would barely do when youâre awake.
Deep Inside, he couldnât dismiss how much he loved you so much. Every sight of you, every conversations with you, he canât help but slip more warmth in his tone. He never learned how to love properly, every single day he spends with you, he improves on his way to give you affection. You deserved so much more than his disdainful actions, but you were so patient, and it led him to feel more inclined to improve his ways. The days you spent together made him grow more fondness for you. As you slept, his fingers slowly wrapped around yours, intertwining each others fingers as his thumb caressed the back of your hand. The tatami mat supported the side of his body as he laid beside you, his eyes relaxed while he inspected your beautiful features..
He wonât tell you that thought, atleast not yet.
Naobito Zenin ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ
Bottles and bottles of booze on the floor, he loves drinking. When you first got married to him, the other Zeninâs noticed how his drinking decreased. It was subtle at first, no one batted an eye for a week.. But months within the marriage, he started drinking only two whole bottles a day when it was usually five bottles or more. Once you began to notice it, you couldnât help but pleased by his efforts, especially how hard you tried to convince him to lessen up his drinking after the day you got married to him. Before, you doubted he would be cuddly or affectionate.. Which you were halfly right, but the times you slept beside him, he would tell you a warm goodnight and patted your head tenderly. His warm and more sober goodnights improved to letting you lay beside him on his chest, with his chin on the top of your head.
Despite the fact that heâs barely sober, heâs pretty reserved despite his loudness and often mocking, honest personality. Slamming the door open laughing, his wide grin immediately falters when he sees you coughing on the bed with a neatly folded warm towel on your forehead. Walking towards your futon calmly, trying to not make you panic or give you a headache.
âSweetheart, what happened?â He sat down beside your futon, asking you with a gruff and rough voice, but kept a slight gentle tone to it. During these times, he would order you to do such things to take care of yourself. Telling you to change into something more comfortable, whenever you try to clean the estate he would force you back to bed so you would rest, reassuring you whenever you show vulnerability. Your heart swells up when he backs up from his duties just to take care of you, accompanying when youâre sick is one of the few times he stayed silent to not overwhelm you. Stroking your hair with his rough hands to help you fall asleep, observing you with subtle bliss in his eyes. Heâs a honest man, though heâs rather bad at expressing affection, its clear that he loves you.. He tries his best to give you all the love he feels for you. He would soothe you whenever you show even the slightest sign of sickness, he wouldnât say it, but from his actions it was obvious he would do anything so you would feel comfortable. If you allow him, he would accompany you to sleep beside you. âNah, âm gonna be fine.â He yawned out, wrapping his arms around you forcibly. Cuddling each other as he dismissed the fact that he might get infected by you, he doesnât care as long as youâre safe and sound. Despite your squirming and pushing him away so he wouldnât catch your sickness, heâs a tough man, itâs impossible for you to push him away.
..He couldnât help but let a soft grin across his face at the sight of you relaxing in his arms.
Ranta Zenin . ⏠ÝË
Even with just a glance, seeing you lay restlessly on the futon even for a split second.. Heâll drop whatever he was holding just to run to you in a panic. âA-Are you okay?! What happened?â He exclaimed as his palm pressed against your forehead, the other free hand pressing against your cheek to check if your temperature was hot. He immediately pulled away as his gaze was full of determination, getting up in a rush as he yelled out to you, âStay here!!â Rushing out of the room before sliding the shoji door open with a tray of miso soup, rice porridge, and ginger tea beside the futon youâre laying on. Cupping your face using one of his free hand to gently tilt your head to look at his direction, âEat.â He commands weakly as he held out a spoonful of rice porridge to spoon feed you, encouraging you with pointless yet positive words quite.. Comically, to sit up and eat the food he carried to your room. His smile grew wider at every food you managed to swallow, happy to continue feeding you knowing youâre getting the nutrition you need. Settling his free hand to hold you steady for you to rest while sitting up, his tender touch calming you down. He wasnât the best at quick action, but his words always managed to soothe you, even if he seems too motivated sometimes.
It warms your heart knowing how much of a sweetheart he is. He was always there for you whenever you need help, always happy to follow your commands too! He was the opposite of stubborn, he was too eager. Especially if it was after a misunderstanding between you too, undeniably clingy whenever he did something wrong to upset you, but heâll be more than glad to give you space as long as he knows it would make you feel better. Heâs not afraid to show you his affection, but only the amount heâs able to handle before his heart gets overwhelmed. It was cute though, how he kept blushing whenever you held hands with him despite both of you were already married. Placing a tiny peck on his lips would leave him weak on his knees, clinging on to you for dear life whenever you do.
At times like these, heâs not entirely sure what to do, but heâs commited to help you relax as he laid beside you on the futon after youâve finished your food. Your eyes fluttered closed as he did a rhythmic pat on your thigh that was covered by the blanket, his repeating pats relaxed your tense shoulders. You heard a content sigh beside you as he felt you easen up, letting you fall asleep in comfort as he accompanied beside you while keeping his gentle patting motion on your covered thigh. Encouraging for you to rest first, then heâll handle all of the medicines when youâve woken up.
As you dozed off, he held a gentle gaze as he observed your features.
Jinichi Zenin âËâĄâĄ
When you show even the slightest obvious symptom of an upcoming sickness, before you know it, youâve already taken your medicine while wearing comfortable clothes to sleep in. All thanks to the strict commands from your husband. Heâs a observant man, his caring side was obvious when he realized you were getting sick. Heâs more blunt and subtle whenever he expresses affection, but the way he immediately acted out to not make your symptoms worse definitely relaxed you more from how trustworthy he is as your husband, especially from his keen eye when it comes to you. Every once in awhile during your rest that he firmly told you to do, he would check on your temperature, how you were, if you needed anything, in a single day. If you needed, he'll accompany to lay beside you on the futon, caressing your back to soothe you.
"How are you feeling?" His deep and rough voice sounded extremely gentle, not to bother nor overwhelm you. During night time, whenever you kept scrolling on your phone in bed, he'll grunt out, "You need rest." While taking away your phone from your hands. No matter how many times you insisted you're able to take care of yourself alone while doing active tasks, he won't budge. Your health is much more important to him than whatever activity you planned to do, "You can do whatever when you're healthy again." He hummed out as his arms wrapped around your stomach, pulling your back to him as you both laid down. The warmth from his embrace made you drowsy, too weak to argue that you were feeling better, thanks to his quick actions. Once your eyes fluttered open, he wasn't beside you. Hearing the closet door sliding open, the sound of rustling between clothes echoed in your ears. Thinking it was a servant cleaning your closet without permission, you sat up to look only to he met with Jinichi picking out clothes for you. He has already chosen a pair of comfortable clothes for you to rest in, knowing the fabric you felt the most comfortable in and often slept in.
After you slipped in the clothes, he would continue pampering and taking care of you. Giving you medicine, gently feeding you easily digestible foods, taking a slow and relaxing walk together outside of the Zenin clan estate to get some fresh air. His large hand would gently wrap around your hand while you both took a stroll, all while staying by your side.
Despite his lack of words, his sharp actions screams out his love for you.
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Princess Azula is a mischievous little girl with great potential. Who seized her fatherâs attention the moment she was born. She was surrounded by wealth anyone could ever dream of. Even at the tender age of 5, she was getting the best education and training in the nation.
All those material things are nice but eventually, anyone could acquire them at some point. All bet not all at the same time.
But not anyone can have.
You.
Her amazing guardian, trainer, mentor, and the person she adores the most. While others had their boring oldâone-trickâ mothers. She had you.
You, who is strong, beautiful, honored, brave, respected, and even feared.
Mothers tend to be old and boring, but you were anything but. You had the best training imaginable, a master fire bender, all that, and still so young and in your prime.
Itâs a given, the best for the best. Azula nodded to herself.
Her life was truly great.
But recently, while the norm was having you by her side all day every day, her father and grandfather had been requesting you to be present at the war counseling.
And during your absence, she is left alone in the company of her mother and older brother.
As sheâs sitting by the pond, lazily swinging her leg, she ponders when you will be picking her up. Her brother and mother feeding the turtle ducks, talking about the most random things.
The day was being wasted.
Groaning, she looks up at the sky. At least tries to, the sun was at its highest point. Trying to keep a staring contest was more eventful than indulging in whatever the topic of their conversation was. The light was blinding, she could see blobs of blue and pink swirling around within the giant ball in the sky. How do such colors appear within the sun?
She made a mental note to ask you about it later.
âAzula, donât stare at the sun, youâll go blind.â She heard her mother say.
Hmm, so she cares. She looks away from the sun and at the two that looked at her.
With a smile, Ursa rips the loaf of bread in half and hands one half to her. âCome, join us. Letâs feed the turtle ducks together.â
Staring at the offered loaf, she nods. As she was about to rip a small piece off, she noticed something. Her mother always has her hand on her brother. Either holding his hand, carrying him, or letting him lay on her lap. Like he was helpless or something, maybe he was.
Maybe he was overly dependent on those around him. She lets out a humm, her eyes dead set on her laughing brother. He doesnât look dependable, maybe thatâs why mother pays so much attention to him because he canât handle himself. So, between the two of them, since she has more potential it's only natural as to why sheâs under your care.
Especially since her mother is a non-bender, what benefit would be there if she stayed with her? She might have ended up weak like her brother.
Looking over, she watched as her brother, Zuko, was seated on their motherâs lap. Their mother rips the bread into smaller pieces and hands them to him as he throws the pieces in.
Such fools, wasting their time.
During her quick observation, something began to stir inside of her. Sheâs not sure what it is but thereâs a certain tightness in her chest. The feeling reminded her of whenever you would leave her for meetings. The longer your absence the more her chest hurts, she recalled.
A plan began to brew in her head.
MaybeâŚ
If she pretended to not know how to feed these little creatures, would her mother treat her the same as she does her brother? Would this sudden feeling of longing subside?
Internally groaning, she decided to continue on with her plan.
She squeezed the loaf in her hand before throwing it overhead. Hitting the turtle duck her mother and Zuko were feeding. Triumphant with her perfect hit, she expected a praise at least.
But nothing of the sort came.
âAzula, that is unbecoming of a princess!â Ursa chastises, her hands still on her son. âGo sit by the stairs, think about what you did.â She didnât yell out but her voice was stern, eyes hard.
She was surprised by her tone. No one has ever spoken to her like that. Not even you.
âHadnât 6 taught you better?â
Her fist clenched.
That was an unnecessary comment.
She has already wasted enough time with these imbeciles. Growling, she ran. She doesnât need to deal with this. She doesnât need to deal with Ursa, that supposed mother of hers.
Ignoring the womanâs call, Azula simply ran. She ran towards the place she was handed off to. She got to the war room, where every important person within the palace gathered to discuss strategies and brief about tactics. Once there, she didnât knock, sheâs not an idiot.
Sheâs not like Zuko.
Instead, she sat behind one of the many pillars. Her back against the cool red, she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged herself. She needs you. Her chin propped up on her knees, she missed you.
Her mother was stupid.
And blind as it seemed.
Sniffling, her shoulders tensed. Her emotions swirled inside her: anger, hurt, confusion, and⌠clarity?
Out of all that, her anger was the most prominent. Her jaw clenched and her emotions grew.
The torches around her started to flicker but she paid them no mind. Taking a deep breath, she drops her hands from her knees. Hand motionlessly falling on the floor, palms facing up. When she breathed out, she felt warmth spreading from her palms.
Peeking to the side, her eyes widened. Her previous damp mood quickly switched into excitement. Excitedly, she brought her hands up closer. Examining her fire with a smile.
Youâd be so proud of her.
Fortunately, she didnât have to wait for too long.
The large double doors cracked open as all the council members poured out. She quickly and quietly stood up, keeping her fire close to her chest.
Once she made sure all the unnecessary onlookers were gone, she stepped out from behind the pillar. Her eyes searching for you.
When she found you, her smile broadened. She saw you bow to her grandfather and father before closing the large metal doors behind you. You had let out a sigh, your fist clenching once before loosening. Something you tend to do when tired.
Once the coast was clear, she ran towards you.
â6! Look what I can do!â
She presented her fire to you. Her eyes bright and expecting, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for your reaction. âWell? Am I great or what?â
She felt heat spread from her heart to her cheeks. You donât smile often and when you do, itâs the best.
Once word of the princess's ability to fire bending spread. Her formal training officially began. And what better teacher than you?
Her father and grandfather were pleased with her fast growth. So much so that they gathered all the nobles and had a feast in her name. She was surrounded by praises and gifts.
She looked over at her brother. In a corner still holding tight to their mother. Many have shown grievance to her for having such a disgrace in the position of a role model. 'Don't be silly, there wasn't a moment in my life where I ever looked for his guidance.'
She enjoyed it tremendously when the adults shared a panicked laugh before awkwardly excusing themselves. Just as quickly they left, another group was as quick to take their place. And once more they filled her with more praises and compliments, asking for her schedule to see if they could present their children to her.
Playdates, how childish. She's far too busy for such pesky activities.
Closing her eyes, she folded her arms, blocking out the chattering adults. She was getting bored, the whole event was fun but now it's getting repetitive.
"If you have nothing else to say, you are dismissed." She loudly announced. It was okay to do so since her father and grandfather had already retired early. Besides, the party was for her, so she has the right to reign over it however she pleases.
Without waiting for the others to reply, she walked past them and naturally, they made way. Her headpiece was not heavy but after hours of wearing it, it became uncomfortable, she needed you to take it off for her and help her into her nightgown. The sun had long since gone, it was time for bed.
Her search came to a halt when she saw you on the balcony... with someone. Someone she doesn't know.
Her steps came to a halt when she saw the stranger grab your shoulder. What astonished her most was that you didn't show any signs of discomfort. She has seen you being touched(mostly by her mother and occasionally by Zuko) but you would more often than not make some sort of negative reaction. Your eyes would narrow or you would clench your fist or just ever so subtly roll your shoulders or straighten your back.
Wanting to take a closer look at the stranger and hear what the two of you were talking about, she snuck behind the curtain and crouched down.
Frowning, she cursed the party, it was too loud. Thanks to the music and the nobles' desperate attempt to acquaint themselves with those of higher ranking, she couldn't hear what you and the stranger were talking about. Though she did get a better look at, his? face.
Very short black hair, thick eyebrows, brown eyes, and cheeks on the hollow side with the number 167 branded on it. The man looked tired but he was smiling... at you.
Azula's jaw clenched.
His outfit was nothing to look at, a typical combat suit. But there was one thing that stood out. A phoenix pendant. Though not as defined as yours, but a phoenix nonetheless.
Which means that he also went to that camp.
You and him must have trained together or were at least in sister companies. She guesses that's how you knew him. But recalling what you have told her about the pendants, only those who are of higher "quality" graduates get to have a more defined pendent.
'The phoenix must reflect its owner,' her father once said.
It was strange for her to see you so at ease around others. The interactions she has seen of you were either being ordered by her family or you ordering the maids and guards.
Her eyes still lingered on you and that offending hand of that still rested on your shoulder. How dare this nameless nobody act so casual around you? Is he trying to get you in trouble for fraternization?
You are leaps and bounds above his league, and you are of a higher rank.
With her hands clenched, she stood up. She's not letting you get in trouble for someone like him. You had taken care of her when her own mother abandoned her, now it's her turn to return the favor.
Purposely clearing her throat loudly, she marched with the confidence of a general. She smirked when the man beside you immediately bowed. At least he knows his place. She was worried that your attention might have gone over his head.
Seeing that he had gotten enough attention from his higher to last him a lifetime, she ignored him. Instead, she looked at you, "We're done here, everyone that matters has already left. I wanna go to my room."
Without wasting another moment, she turned and began walking away from the still-bowing man, knowing full well that you would be on her heels.
While walking past her mother and brother, she heard her say something.
"Goodnight, Zuko. I love you-"
'Love you.'
That word played in her head. Mother loves Zuko.
Her gaze shifted to the side, staring at you. Then at your hand.
Quietly, she reached over and held your hand. She looked at you for any reaction and fortunately, you were fine.
Well, of course, if that man could touch you, why couldn't she? And every eyes and ears have heard and seen how close the two of you are.
With their hands swinging ever so lightly, Azula couldn't help but ask. "6, what's love?"
You let out a hum, thinking over your answer before you say it, "I wouldn't be able to give you an exact definition. Love isn't just one thing, as there are many shades within a color, love takes many forms. Love can be platonic, romantic, sexual, possessive, obsessive, unrequited, forbidden, and so on." She watched you take a deep breath, a thoughtful expression came across your face before you continued.
"Due to my lack of experience, I don't know what it is but I do know what it isn't. Love isn't the attraction or the sense of understanding you feel with broken or troubled people. It's not love if you wish and dream about the past or the regrets you might have of doing things differently. And love isn't changing yourself for the other or dreaming about pleasant scenarios together."
Her brows furrowed. "I'm... confused. But back to the first part, to the types of love. How do you tell them apart?"
"By your intentions."
There was a silence after that. The two of you had stopped walking at some point.
For some reason, Azula felt her throat dry out. Swallowing her nerves, she decided to push through, "do you love me?"
After her unfortunate âaccidentâ the whole day you were by her side, treating her as if she were glass. The treatment may have been targeted toward the weak but Azulaâs excuse was simply research.
She was curious to see how you would react and she was also curious to know how it feels to receive such attention. While she herself is training and focusing on improvement, her brother Zuko is being pampered as if his life depended on it. She simply wanted to know what it was like being in his position. To know if that lifestyle was worth sabotaging his future and development.
She lay in her bed, awake.
Only getting up alongside the sun. Knowing you would be already awake by this time, she made her way to you.
Despite the lack of sleep, she was in a good mood. Her demeanor was calm and relaxed, as she walked through the patio. Her steps halted when she heard grunts from the training ground.
Deciding to investigate, she redirected to the field. When she found the source of the gasping, her eyes widened.
Azula could not describe what she was feeling. Nothing good that's for sure. There was a pain in her chest that she could not fully describe.
The sight before her made her jaw clench.
Zuko was there on her training ground, doing her training drills, and taking lessons from her mentor. Who does he think he is?
He is nothing but a fish swimming in a sea of mediocracy. How dare he waste your time on some useless fodder?
Sheâs a firebender but even then she never imagined she could feel her blood boil. She watches as her brother heaves, leaning on his knees, trying to catch his breath. You gaze at him, evaluating his performance.
Deciding to put a stop to this, she tugged at her bandages before marching in with her head held high. She had hoped to spend the remainder of the week with you.
Calling out to you, she showed you her bandaged hand, which was coming out undone. You handed the wooden sword to Zuko and walked to her. âHow did this happen?â You ask while retying the gauze.
âIt could be that I moved too much in my sleep, or you just didnât do a good enough job bandaging it.â She huffed. âAlso, didnât you promise to make me breakfast? And why are you here with him?â she looked pointedly at Zuko.
âThe Fire Lord ordered me to train Prince Zuko. He may not have started to fire bend but he should at least know some basic forms. As for breakfast, I thought you would have liked to sleep in a bit more so I conducted his highnessâs training a bit early so I could have time to prepare.â Even when youâre finished retying the bandages, you still held her hand.
Seeing her attempt to draw your attention away from her brother was working, she continued on with the conversation.
âI am already used to waking up at this time so from now on, I want to train with you. I will be present in every training session you hold for him, so tell me a day prior before your meeting.â
She didnât wait for you to respond and began pulling you back to the palace, away from Zuko. âIâm hungry, make me food.â She ordered, sparing a glance at the boy left behind.
Why must her quality time with you suffer because heâs weak? If he was the slightest bit more competent, this would not have happened. And why must her father and grandfather constantly interfere with her plans? Why do people always get in her way and try to steal you away from her?
She felt a comforting hand on her head, stopping her in her tracks. The tension seemed to melt away the moment you stepped closer, letting her lean her head on your middle.
âWhat caused this reaction?â You began combing her hair with your fingers, working through the knots. âDid your brother wrong you in some way?â
âHe did.â She replied without missing a beat.
Of course he did. He tried to stand between you and her. She heard the stories from the servants about how it was you who used to attend to him before she was born. She also heard how he complained to his mother about how she was the one who took you away from him. She has even heard her father tell his council member how he believes that you are his daughter.
Her age does not fully reflect her maturity. She is young but she is not dumb. She has ears, she can hear the whispers that go around you. Her eyes can see the respectful, jealous, angry gaze of the servant that targets around you, the longing gaze of her mother, the admiration from her brother, and possession from both her father and grandfather.
Someone always tries to either harm or steal you away from her. She may not have authority now but in the future, she will.
She stood up and straightened her back. She will not show weakness. You will see and recognize her capabilities.
Pulling you by the hand, she walked forward towards the cooking area. Where you, as promised, made her breakfast.
It may not have tasted the best but⌠it was warm.
Till the day her hand made a full recovery, she has been spectating your and Zukoâs training sessions. Unlike her, he was making mistakes in every form. Elbow too low, fingers too spread out, chin too low, and stance unstable.
Anyone could tell which of the siblings were the most pampered.
She knows you would not have wasted your time on him if it was not a direct order from the Fire Lord. It seems as though everyone you have interacted with wants to take you away from her.
Ever since Zuko has started to train with her, his mother began to make an appearance. And she also seemed to have the intention of stealing your time. After every training session, Ursa would pull you aside to talk to you while Azula and Zuko would leave to get themselves cleaned.
Letting out a breath, Azula hugs her pillow. Not only do you return later than the previously agreed-upon time, but you come back to her half-dead as if your will has been sucked out. Sheâs curious as to what that woman had said to you.
Judging by how much Ursa involves herself with her son, you most likely have to do weekly reports of his development, similar to the ones you give to Azulaâs father.
She couldnât help but yawn. Her eyelids felt heavy.
Unlike the boy, she trains twice a day. One with him, where they focus on forms and physical strength. Second, where she works on her bending, guided by you and through your instructions.
Her fire output has greatly improved compared to her first time bending. You have told her to now focus on control and speed. And what better way than a good old spar?
You once said, that to be a leader, one must know and understand their people. Once she can identify what motivates a person and what their drive is, sheâll have an easier time leading them. While fear may be easier and faster, by doing things your way, theyâll be more loyal.
She does not need to like her brother, she simply needs to know how to read him.
Tomorrow would be her recovery day.
As she gets taken by sleep, she hopes there will be no interaction between you and Ursa, at least on her free day. Unlike her brother, Ursa has no power or authority, at least heâs a prince in name.
As months passed, the sense of debt did nothing but grow. The more you care for her the more she wants to prove herself to you.Â
She has seen parents praise and flaunt their children, and their mediocre achievements, as if they were war heroes. She has also noticed how her father had been bringing you more and more to his meetings and war functions. Even her grandfather had sent you on a siege on one of the Earth kingdomâs territories(you of course came back victorious.)Â
The two have been shoving new titles and privileges onto you. And knowing full well they canât simply hand it to you, they have been forcefully sending you out for war so you could earn them.Â
Every other week there seems to be a party for your success behind the palace walls. And since no self-respecting noble wears an outfit more than once, each month they have been ordering new and more complex designs. truly a golden age for tailors and designers.Â
It was wonderful to see you shine and have the recognition you deserve but the peaceful times where you would train her or cook for her have been sacrificed. Rather than every day, her training sessions with you have decreased to once every five days.Â
She missed spending time with you. She missed having you do her hair. She missed your flavourless cooking that was rich in vitamins and minerals. She missed your hands on her head.Â
Soon, the little time she would spend with you diminished when she was sent away to the Royal Fire Academy, you couldnât even send her off(her grandfather had sent you away for yet another mission.)
She missed those moments more when her environment changed. Azula was born and grew up within the palace, with countless servants, large halls, and expensive decor that had years of history. All that was now replaced with cheap replicas and her room -may be the biggest in the student dorm- now thrice smaller. She couldn't even have her meals within her room and was required to be in the dining halls during meal time, surrounded by leeches who wanted to suck up to her.Â
Though it is fun watching them try but the ones that did approach her simply could not fully comprehend her greatness. All they knew was that she was the princess, nothing more and nothing less. They didnât know the fact that she was a bending prodigy or that she had been receiving special training from one of the elite soldiers within the kingdom.Â
Once, prior to her attending the academy, she requested from her grandfather if she would be able to accompany you to one of your battles. Her grandfather didnât allow it, stating that she is far too young and though the battle experience would aid her but the facts still remain, her bending skills leave much to be desired.Â
She knows that she isnât at your level yet. But she also acknowledges that she is ahead of her peers. With just a bit more training, she knows that she will be qualified to attend the war meetings alongside you, gain more experience, and be more skilled than her brother could ever imagine. Someone who is strong enough so that even you would show no shame in relying on.Â
So with her goal set in mind, she did her own training. Every day for up to five hours, she trained, and for the remainder of the time she would study war tactics and history books.Â
Her everyday life had become a routine, and while being so far away from you was troubling, time seemed to fly by. And before she knew it, she was on her way back to the palace for break. She had no recollection of the events that took place during her school days. The days simply sped past her and there were no memorable moments to look back to.Â
She guessed the only lesson she received from the academy was that month-long falconry class.Â
Once her ship had docked, Azula was quick to hop off to be greeted by her home. Her servants and guards stood by in a neat formation, all with their heads down, bowing to her.Â
She paid them no mind, instead, she searched through the crowd. Her eyes looking for yours yet she couldnât see you.Â
Walking to the nearest servant, she asked for your whereabouts. Were you perhaps on yet another mission? Why werenât you here with everyone to greet her? To congratulate her for a successful full year at the academy?
The response she got was not to her liking.Â
Her jaw clenched as she marched to the training ground as her fists began to steam, releasing small puffs of fire with each swing. She was unaware of the maids that shared worried glances to one another after the burnt footprints that were left behind each of her steps.Â
âY-your Highness before you go to the Major, you must go greet His Majesty-â
âAre you, a lowly commoner, telling me, the princess, what to do?â She turned to the now fearful maid. How dare she? Who does she think she is?
âN-no Your Highness! Please forgive me! It wonât happen again.â
âIt better not. Why donât you make yourself useful and take my luggage to my room?â Before she continued on her route, she spared the maid one final glance. She took a good look at her, âIf I find anything missing, I'll hold you responsible.â
With that, she left.Â
When she made it to the ground, she made it in time to see you flip her brother. Zuko harshly landed on his back, clearly getting winded.Â
The display of her brother getting hurt would have brightened her mood if he didnât smile up at you. She felt her eyebrow twitch.Â
Normally, when something as minuscule as a scraped knee would warrant the water works, he laughed when he got slammed onto the ground.Â
She watches you give him a hand, lecturing him about the attack that took place. The softness in your eyes stirred something in her.Â
She felt her face get hot, you were reserved for her and her alone, Zuko already has his mother, so why must he feel the need to step in between you? How greedy can he be?Â
Her brows furrowed and before she knew it, she had sent a blast of fire towards him.Â
Before he could get hit, before her aim could strike true, you pushed him back to the ground. The blast just grazing you before it hit the wall, scorching it black.Â
âAck-Azula!â Zuko yelled out. âWhatâs wrong with you?! You could have hurt someone!â
âThatâs the point.â She glared at him before sending another blast his way.Â
Her attack travelled halfway before being countered by another, the collision between the two sent dirt and small debris into the air. She covered her eyes before looking to the one that stopped her fire.Â
You took a step closer to her, your sleeve slightly burned from her first attack but otherwise, you were unharmed. âAzula, I donât know what has upset you but you need to calm down.â Your stance was passive but your tone was stern.Â
Azula remained on the offensive, âWhy are you protecting him?! Are you choosing him over me?! ME?!â This time she targets her attack on you.Â
âAzula calm down, thatâs unbecoming!â You dodge to the side, putting distance between you and Zuko.Â
Seeing that there is no calming her down, you decided to let her blow some steam off. Ever since she was young, her reactions tend to be explosive and she seemed to be leaning a bit towards the trigger happy side. You were planning on coaching her to get more control over her emotions, a healthy outlet so to speak. Maybe this is the perfect time to work on itÂ
âZuko, you did well on your training today, why donât you go take a bath and enjoy the rest of the day?â You suggested plainly all the while dodging and countering the angry attacks of Azula.Â
âB-but Azulaââ
âI got her, you have nothing to worry about.â You tried to wave him off.Â
Your lack of attention drove her mad.Â
âStop ignoring me!â She sent a bigger blast. Why are you still talking to him when sheâs right here in front of you? Look at her! Talk to her!
Pay attention to me!
â⌠are you sure?â He got up on his feet, shielding his face from the heat and dust.
âYou are kind, but rest assured Iâll be fine. Weâll be joining you for dinner later so please get your rest.â You reassured him before ducking down to avoid a blast to the face while making sure he did leave.Â
âHuh.â You noticed the slow increase in temperature and the duration of the stray blasts that were still ablaze before sending her an attack of your own. âDodge it!â
She lets out a frustrated yell before rolling out of the way. Landing on her knees, she punches with two fists, sending two balls of fire at the same time.Â
This time, her fire came out lighter in color. Since that one, they became lighter and lighter. But she paid them no mind.Â
Her breathing became ragged, and after an hour or so of non stop onslaught of attacks, she fell to her knees. She heard you walk up to her though she was too busy trying to catch her breath. Her hands clutching at the dirt while sheâs gasping.Â
âYou did well, I can tell youâve been doing your own training.â You praised, stopping just a few steps from her. âThe only critique I can give you is that you forgot your breathing, take controlled slow breaths, this way you can fight longer and better. More oxygen to your brain, the better decisive you can be in battle.â You fold your arms over your chest. âAlso, when you-â
âShut up!â
She saw red, how humiliating for her to let you see her in such a state. Zuko must have planned this. Unbecoming. And yet here you are, still with her. She felt shame.Â
She didnât deserve you.Â
If only she could show her gratitude to you in some way in some shape or form. Her father and grandfather already showering you with titles and riches, so what can she do? What is something that she has and that only she can do?Â
Whenever she gets wounded, you tend to her injuries. If only she could do the same. Maybe if she was stronger, maybe she couldâŚÂ
Taking a deep breath in, she shot her hand up towards you.Â
She expected red but out came blue.Â
Not even you expected such a brilliant color. The shock combined with the close proximity did not provide you time to evade the blast. It hit you in the chest. Your supposed high grade body suit that was rumoured to be fireproof melted. The molten fabric fusing with your now blistering skin as you were sent back to the ground.Â
You head hitting the ground hard before you were promptly knocked out.Â
Azulaâs hand shook as her eyes focused on your unconscious form. You lied there in front of her, covered in sweat and dirt, with your chest open and roasted.Â
She wanted to run to you, to ask for forgiveness for hurting you.Â
But she didnât.Â
She stayed rooted on all fours. Letting out ragged breaths as she lowered her hand to her face.Â
She attacked you. She hurt you. And now you, her strong and dependable guardian, looked so vulnerable. So⌠in need of care.Â
Part 1:Â https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719741684747059200/burning-destiny?source=share
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 After the short time in which Ozai dared to appear an almost normal person, all the sources of fire in the room exploded with his maniacal gaze. You did your best not to look intimidated and continued to look into his eyes.
Y/N: what is the matter my lord? You seem a little upset. Allow me to stop bothering you with my humble presence.Â
    You try to leave the room as fast as you can to avoid making him angrier. He grabs your arm and starts laughing. Itâs not an evil or mocking laugh, itâs the exact same laugh you heard when you and Ozai managed to burn down Azulonâs chambers without getting caught. You also start to laugh at the memory of the moments when you two thought of moving to the colonies so that Azulon wouldnât turn you into snacks for the Komodo rhinos. Ozai stops when he hears your laugh and pulls you into his arms.This moment could have seemed romantic, even sweet, if the man next to you had not dug his nails into your arms and breathed out sparks while resting his head on your shoulder. When you met, the first trick that Ozai had shown to impress you was the expiration of the sparks. At the time it seemed childish to you, now it just seems creepy. You sigh and try to free yourself from his grip without seeming like youâd like to be anywhere but in his arms. He loosens his grip a little, and when you thought you would succeed, he lifts you up like a bride and walks towards his desk. He sits you in his chair and then crosses his arms and looks at you reproachfully.Â
Ozai: so? to stage your death to desert? I am ashamed that I underestimated you my dear.Â
Y/N: old habits have always brought you down.Â
Ozai: the fact that you say that amuses me.
Y/N: Iâm glad I still manage to amuse you.
Ozai: Good choice. You know what would be an even better choice? Donât you dare betray me again!Â
You startle when he raises his voice but you continue to look at him. You tense your jaw trying not to throw a sharp remark at him. This is the same man who criticizes his 7-year-old son because he could not control his reactions and feelings. How pathetic and childish, when will this man grow up?Â
Y/N: oh? Did I manage to hurt the powerful Fire Lordâs feelings? How bad of me!
 Ozai: Shut up! Donât you dare make fun of me!Â
Y/N: ok ok. Iâm sorry for my lack of respect!Â
Ozai: You lie well, but I know you even better. Iâm pretty sure I felt worse when Iroh left with Zuko than you do now.Â
Y/N: that says a lot.Â
You get up from your chair and approach the Fire Lord as if he were a wild animal. You gently place your hand on his cheek and display the most sincere look you have. You notice that Ozai loses control for a moment but then looks at you with veiled curiosity.Â
Y/N: Look Ozai, I admit that my leaving was something impulsive and ill-conceived. But I think you know best how to use an opportunity without thinking. I donât want to pretend that I respect you more than I did before you became Fire Lord, for me you are and will be the same Ozai as always. So I propose to forget all our childish arguments and behave like adults. I swear on my honor that I will forget all the arguments and unpleasantness you have created for me, that I will not run away and that I will be loyal to you if you promise me that I will have a role in all your decisions and that you will leave me to take care of Azula and Zukoâs education. We have a deal?
Ozai frowned and you looked at him with a pleading look.
 Ozai: I also have my conditions. We will get married next week, after the wedding you will become my queen and you will get everything you want. But I warn you, you will not have the right to leave the palace without me and you will not speak to any friend or relative without my permission. You will move into my rooms, you will be able to decorate everything to your liking but no one will be allowed to enter without my consent, not even Azula. Zuko will not be allowed to return without the avatar, and if he does you will be able to prepare him for his role as crown prince. You are not allowed to send letters outside the royal family, and if you want to send one to Azula or Zuko I will watch over you while you write it. You will participate with me at the state meetings. You understand?Â
Typical Ozai. You are sure that he will force you to sign the marriage contract with blood. As if you were stupid enough to trust someone from this palace. You are not Ursa, you grew up in the capital, not in a village. You hardly refrain from sighing and look at him seriously. You slowly nod your head and smile as beautifully as you can. Ozai grins victoriously and kisses you. You put your hands around his neck and deepen the kiss. Now that Ozai has agreed with you, you will be able to get involved both in the lives of the princes and in political life. Now the most important thing is to handle the tyrant carefully. You break the kiss due to lack of air and give him an excited look.Â
Y/N: Theoretically speaking, will I be able to challenge a certain minister to an Agni Kai? As a wedding present? Please!
 Ozai: if youâre talking about the minister that Zuko spoke against then no.Â
Y/N: You donât love me!Â
Ozai: did I ever say I love you? Iâm marrying you for political reasons.Â
Y/N: what reasons? Do you want to prove that absolutely anyone can get married?Â
Ozai: you have the same sharp tongue as always, my lady.Â
Y/N: only what is best for you my lord.
 Fortunately for you, he had to go to an urgent meeting. You sighed and headed to the bedroom to take a nap. You took one of Ozaiâs shirts and changed your clothes. You sat down in bed and quickly fell asleep. You donât know how much time has passed but one of the servants woke you up looking alarmed. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.
 Y/N: I hope you have a good reason to disturb my sleep.
 He looks at the floor and quickly explains that the princess sent him to take you to her. Now you understand why the poor guy looked like he wanted to wet his pants. You tell him that you will be ready immediately and that he can leave. You change quickly and head towards the princessâs rooms. Once there, you enter and see Azula walking around the room, looking like sheâs about to commit a crime. She sees you and immediately hugs you. Since when does Azula love hugs so much?! You hold her in your arms and head towards her bed, pulling her with you.Â
Y/N: what happened? You look worried.Â
Azula: I saw father hurrying to the council and I didnât see you coming out of his chambers.Â
Y/N: Iâm sorry Zula, I was tired and took a nap.Â
Azula: father wonât execute you for treason, will he?Â
Y/N: no Azula, your father wonât kill me. In fact, the two of us are getting married in a week.Â
That seems to calm her down. After a few moments she smiles excitedly but quickly puts on an impassive mask. You sigh and give the girl a faint smile. It was always difficult for her to hide her feelings in front of you. You always felt that you were her only real parent and that makes you regret your escape even more. Okay, youâll never regret this, but you know you should have taken her with you. How would things be now?
Y/N: now, letâs leave the wedding aside. Tell me what else you did in my absence.Â
Azula: what did I do? I told you, I trained and attended my fatherâs meetings in the war room.Â
Y/N: not that! what else did you do in your free time! you know, fun.Â
Azula: Fun? what kind of fun?Â
Y/N: going out on the town with Ty Lee and Mai, pranks on the nobles.Â
Azula: Am I allowed to do this?Â
Y/N: you are as boring as your grandfather! Even me and your father used to do this.Â
Azula: Dad was going out on the town?!Â
Y/N: did I tell you about how I got your father drunk by lying to him that royals canât get drunk because royals have dragon blood?Â
Azula looks at you in amazement and sits more comfortably, waiting for you to continue. You giggle and start telling her stories about your and Ozaiâs teenage years. If only things were as fun as they were back then.Â
From the very next day, things went crazy. First you had to do dozens of preparations for the wedding day, then the wedding came and you swore that you would never wear another wedding dress in your life. That thing was a torture device. Then came Azulaâs departure. After only one month Ba Sing Se fell and Zuko returned. Ozai kept his word to your amazement but you didnât and used your time with Zuko to try to convince him to betray his father. When the eclipse arrived and Zuko confronted his father you threw him an encouraging smile. But you had to look angry quickly to make sure Ozai didnât suspect anything. He didnât. When Zuko asked you to go with him Ozai tried to kill him with lightning. You thanked all the gods when Zuko redirected the lightning.
 Ever since Azula was betrayed by Mai and Ty Lee, youâve noticed that her mental health is rapidly deteriorating. The last straw was when Ozai left to burn Earth Kingdom without her. The worst was that you forced him to leave her behind. You didnât want her to take part in such a genocide. It was too late for Ozai, but not for her.Â
  The Agni Kai hurt you more than anything. When Zuko was safe thanks to Katara, you ran towards Azula as fast as you could. You knelt next to her without caring if she would have hurt you with her fire. You pulled her into your arms and started stroking her hair slowly. She rested her head on your shoulder and began to breathe sparks between the broken whimpers she was making. You didnât move away, you didnât care about your dress.Â
 You swore to yourself that you would stand by Azula and bring her on the right path regardless of the cost. You were a firebender and you werenât afraid of getting burned.
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Princess Azula is a mischievous little girl with great potential. Who seized her fatherâs attention the moment she was born. She was surrounded by wealth anyone could ever dream of. Even at the tender age of 5, she was getting the best education and training in the nation.
All those material things are nice but eventually, anyone could acquire them at some point. All bet not all at the same time.
But not anyone can have.
You.
Her amazing guardian, trainer, mentor, and the person she adores the most. While others had their boring oldâone-trickâ mothers. She had you.
You, who is strong, beautiful, honored, brave, respected, and even feared.
Mothers tend to be old and boring, but you were anything but. You had the best training imaginable, a master fire bender, all that, and still so young and in your prime.
Itâs a given, the best for the best. Azula nodded to herself.
Her life was truly great.
But recently, while the norm was having you by her side all day every day, her father and grandfather had been requesting you to be present at the war counseling.
And during your absence, she is left alone in the company of her mother and older brother.
As sheâs sitting by the pond, lazily swinging her leg, she ponders when you will be picking her up. Her brother and mother feeding the turtle ducks, talking about the most random things.
The day was being wasted.
Groaning, she looks up at the sky. At least tries to, the sun was at its highest point. Trying to keep a staring contest was more eventful than indulging in whatever the topic of their conversation was. The light was blinding, she could see blobs of blue and pink swirling around within the giant ball in the sky. How do such colors appear within the sun?
She made a mental note to ask you about it later.
âAzula, donât stare at the sun, youâll go blind.â She heard her mother say.
Hmm, so she cares. She looks away from the sun and at the two that looked at her.
With a smile, Ursa rips the loaf of bread in half and hands one half to her. âCome, join us. Letâs feed the turtle ducks together.â
Staring at the offered loaf, she nods. As she was about to rip a small piece off, she noticed something. Her mother always has her hand on her brother. Either holding his hand, carrying him, or letting him lay on her lap. Like he was helpless or something, maybe he was.
Maybe he was overly dependent on those around him. She lets out a humm, her eyes dead set on her laughing brother. He doesnât look dependable, maybe thatâs why mother pays so much attention to him because he canât handle himself. So, between the two of them, since she has more potential it's only natural as to why sheâs under your care.
Especially since her mother is a non-bender, what benefit would be there if she stayed with her? She might have ended up weak like her brother.
Looking over, she watched as her brother, Zuko, was seated on their motherâs lap. Their mother rips the bread into smaller pieces and hands them to him as he throws the pieces in.
Such fools, wasting their time.
During her quick observation, something began to stir inside of her. Sheâs not sure what it is but thereâs a certain tightness in her chest. The feeling reminded her of whenever you would leave her for meetings. The longer your absence the more her chest hurts, she recalled.
A plan began to brew in her head.
MaybeâŚ
If she pretended to not know how to feed these little creatures, would her mother treat her the same as she does her brother? Would this sudden feeling of longing subside?
Internally groaning, she decided to continue on with her plan.
She squeezed the loaf in her hand before throwing it overhead. Hitting the turtle duck her mother and Zuko were feeding. Triumphant with her perfect hit, she expected a praise at least.
But nothing of the sort came.
âAzula, that is unbecoming of a princess!â Ursa chastises, her hands still on her son. âGo sit by the stairs, think about what you did.â She didnât yell out but her voice was stern, eyes hard.
She was surprised by her tone. No one has ever spoken to her like that. Not even you.
âHadnât 6 taught you better?â
Her fist clenched.
That was an unnecessary comment.
She has already wasted enough time with these imbeciles. Growling, she ran. She doesnât need to deal with this. She doesnât need to deal with Ursa, that supposed mother of hers.
Ignoring the womanâs call, Azula simply ran. She ran towards the place she was handed off to. She got to the war room, where every important person within the palace gathered to discuss strategies and brief about tactics. Once there, she didnât knock, sheâs not an idiot.
Sheâs not like Zuko.
Instead, she sat behind one of the many pillars. Her back against the cool red, she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged herself. She needs you. Her chin propped up on her knees, she missed you.
Her mother was stupid.
And blind as it seemed.
Sniffling, her shoulders tensed. Her emotions swirled inside her: anger, hurt, confusion, and⌠clarity?
Out of all that, her anger was the most prominent. Her jaw clenched and her emotions grew.
The torches around her started to flicker but she paid them no mind. Taking a deep breath, she drops her hands from her knees. Hand motionlessly falling on the floor, palms facing up. When she breathed out, she felt warmth spreading from her palms.
Peeking to the side, her eyes widened. Her previous damp mood quickly switched into excitement. Excitedly, she brought her hands up closer. Examining her fire with a smile.
Youâd be so proud of her.
Fortunately, she didnât have to wait for too long.
The large double doors cracked open as all the council members poured out. She quickly and quietly stood up, keeping her fire close to her chest.
Once she made sure all the unnecessary onlookers were gone, she stepped out from behind the pillar. Her eyes searching for you.
When she found you, her smile broadened. She saw you bow to her grandfather and father before closing the large metal doors behind you. You had let out a sigh, your fist clenching once before loosening. Something you tend to do when tired.
Once the coast was clear, she ran towards you.
â6! Look what I can do!â
She presented her fire to you. Her eyes bright and expecting, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for your reaction. âWell? Am I great or what?â
She felt heat spread from her heart to her cheeks. You donât smile often and when you do, itâs the best.
Child soldier program within the Fire Nation. Princess Ursa will be having the first grandchild of fire lord Azulon, and as a gift, he sends his son, prince Ozai, to find an appropriate bodyguard for the mother of the nation.
After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.
When she gave birth to her second. Not only did she suffer from a burn from the newborn, she didn't feel the motherly love she felt for her firstborn to her second. She couldn't hold her or even look at her. But she's not a cruel woman, so she found a wet nurse and let the other woman raise her. Well, that was the plan until for a whole day straight the baby girl wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. Even Ozai heard it and came to yell at Ursa for failing as a mother.
When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.
From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.
Chapters
NOT FOR THE FEINT OF HEARTS!!
Chapter 6: Praise
With the sun warming your back, you stare ahead towards the skyline. A rich blue with flocks of birds freely flying this way and that, with a cool breeze under their strong wings that could carry them for hours on end, you admire them with a hint of jealousy.Â
It makes you wonder.Â
Would you be able to achieve such freedom?Â
Would you ever sore in the sky with the birds that you admire so?Â
â6!â You heard a shout from your side.Â
With a mouth that held only two teeth, Azula smiled at you as she wabbled her way towards you. Her tiny hands raised in a way that indicated that she wanted âuppies,â carrying her legs one by one.Â
Your gaze softens. Sheâs growing up quite fast, you thought. Â
âOh my, she already started walking?â
The voice made you bite your tongue. With a breath, you look away from Azula and greet her highness, princes Ursa. She smiled at you while her son, Zuko cheerfully waved. He greeted you enthusiastically, âHi, Zero!â
Your lack of attention wasnât received so kindly by the child at your feet. With a wack, her soft hand with her fingers wide spread, Azula hit you on the knee. She leaned on your leg as she let out an âAuuâ with a loud exhale. Staring up at you expectedly.Â
Right, you havenât rewarded her for her prior achievement.Â
Her first steps.Â
Leaning down, you picked her up in your arms. And once she was there, her hand went to your cheek, where the branded number of yours lay, burned, scarred, and later healed.Â
â6âŚâ She said once more.Â
The strange texture must have taken her interest, her baby fingers patting and pressing on the scarred tissue. Her eyes analyzing the painted surface of your face.Â
You look away from her when you were called. Princess Ursa had set her son down and made her way towards you. âZuko and I were going to have a picnic in the garden, why donât you join us?â she requested with a smile.Â
âIf Her Highness wishes, who am I to decline.â You lower your head for a bow.Â
However, your respectful bow didnât seem to be translated too well for the little princess. Before you or anyone else could say anything else, Azula copies your movement, though with a bit more added force as she slams her head on your lips. You could taste the familiar bitter taste as your lip gets smashed between the childâs head and your teeth. Creating a gash where blood could easily escape.Â
You let our a small noise of pain as you flex your arms to not accidentally drop Azula.Â
In return, she smiles brightly at you. The impact did not seem to faze her as she wrapped her arms around your neck. â6. Pwase!âÂ
Letting out a sigh, you pat her back.
â... pwase?â Questioned princess Ursa, sharing a puzzled look with her son. âDoes she mean âpleaseâ? Does she need something?âÂ
âI think sheâs hungry!â Zuko chimes in.Â
Swallowing the bit of blood, you replied with a negative. âI donât believe so. I just fed her before we came outside.â
The princess lets out a hum, âStrangeâŚâ she mumbles before turning to her son, âZuko, dear, why donât you play with your sister while I talk to 6? Could you do that for me?â
The young boy nodded before dashing towards you. Waiting for you to lower Azula down so he could fulfill his motherâs wishes.Â
Your now swollen lips form a thin line. You werenât sure if letting a three-year-old boy play with a toddler was the best idea. Children his age would be more rough and might, albeit accidentally, hurt someone as young and small as Azula.Â
Your hesitation seemed to be clear enough for the older woman to pick up. She found the care you held for the girl adorable as she placed her hand on your shoulder. Trying to show comfort. âWorry not, my dear. There will be maids around in case anything happens.â
Hesitantly, you lowered Azula. She held onto your sleeves as you did so. Staring at you with those beady eyes of hers. Even when she let go, her hands opened and closed with her palms to you.Â
You wanted to pick her up again.Â
Ursa, with her hand still on your shoulder, guided you away. Pulling you to the blanket the maids have prepared. Decorated with fruits and sweets.
As you sit down, she takes a seat beside you. Your body tense, shoulders straight, and hands folded on your legs. You wished, prayed, to the Gods above to have minimal contact with the woman as much as possible.Â
Despite the years youâve been with her, being near her makes you feel uneasy. Especially when she does things like-
âMy dear.â Her hands breaches your vision. Holding onto the sides of your head, she pulls your head to her lap. Her eyes trained on your swollen lip, where Azula had prior demanded a kiss on her forehead. âJust look at you. Such deep eye bags and your poor, damaged lips.â Her thumb caresses your bottom lip.Â
She leans down just a bit, her hair falling from the sides, brushing ever so lightly on your cheek.Â
Your number itches.Â
And suddenly, your breath came out ragged. Thereâs that pressure on your chest. The familiar stinging behind your eyes. Every touch she gives stings, leaving your skin irritated.Â
Your lips parted with a gasp when you tried to speak. But nothing came out. The parting of your lips was big enough to let the still-unhealed gash to seep through. The blood ever so slightly dribbles out.Â
The offending thumb on your lip moves. Smearing the rich red around, painting your lips in blood as her eyes follow the movement.Â
âIâve missed youâŚâ She whispers out. Her hair curtaining your faces from the world.
Temporarily hiding your shame behind strands of rich hair.Â
âDid you miss me too, my young guard?âÂ
You couldnât say. Your lips were sealed once more as you stared at her, unblinking.Â
Oh, how you wish you were a bird. To fly and chase the sun. To be free and sore the neverending.Â
But you canât.Â
Just like you canât deny an order. You canât abandon your post.Â
Your breathing became unsteady. Tears began to brim. Your mouth began to gasp as you felt your lips tremble. You could feel dread clawing at your back.Â
If Ursa truly did care for you as she said, why is she simply staring at you? Why is she still holding you? And why is she tilting your head up like this?Â
Before you could fully fall off the edge.Â
You felt an actual, physical pressure on your stomach.Â
âMommy!â The cry snapped you back into reality.Â
You heard Ursa let out a sigh before she looked up to see her son running to her. A scratch on his cheek.Â
âWhatâs the matter, my dear?â She asked. Her hands finally left you as she soothed prince Zuko.Â
âAzula hurt me.â He mumbles out, trying to tame his wild tears with the help of his mother.Â
Once her attention was fully drawn away from you, you were quick to sit up, minding the weight on your stomach.Â
When you were up, you looked down to see Azula already staring up at you. She held onto your collar with surprising strength for a toddler. âPwase.â she repeats.Â
âSee, my dear. Azulaâs sorry for what she did.â You heard the lady speak behind you.Â
You paid no mind to the two royals behind (you shouldnât.)Â
Azula pouts, still intently staring up at you.Â
You let a smile slip by, glad that you had your back to Ursa. Bringing your hand up, you gently pat Azulaâs head.Â
Giving the praise that she wanted.
You lean down to her head with a smile.Â
âGood job.â You whisper into the kiss.Â
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