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Chief!Sokka x Reader

Chapter 2 - Heartbreak and Misunderstandings

I’m crine I tried to add the banner after writing the whole thing and it put the banner at the bottom ( sorry it’s there now cuz I’m too lazy to change it)

The man who asked you out to the Blue Moon Festival was named Jarko, and he was the leader of the Southern Hunters. A famed group of talented, savage and unbeatable warriors who fought in the ‘HUNTERS’ tournament every year and always win. Jarko was popular amongst the women and men - girls found his tall, brute like nature attractive while guys admired him and strived to be as huge and muscular as he was. You had never interacted with the guy, but the rumours you had heard about him being arrogant, ignorant and strange proved to be true.

Now as you stood with Jarko as he absolutely demolished a huge skewer of fish that he had bought from a stall, you were regretting even accepting his proposal.

The cold air biting at your cheeks does nothing to numb the hollow ache spreading through your chest. For the rest of the night, the festival’s blue lanterns seem to mock you, their romantic light casting long shadows across the snow. You feel physically sick to your stomach.

Whilst you were busying yourself with trying to be interested in all of Jarko’s strange conversation topics, Sokka had found his own company too, Sela was a well-known noble-woman from the North - her father was a part from the Northern Council, so you should have expected her to come with him and the rest of the council to celebrate the Blue Moon festival. And you shouldn’t be feeling so heartbroken whilst watching Sokka laugh with Sela - certainly treating her with the utmost royal respect - has shattered the protective wall of denial you’ve built around your heart.

You don't just like Sokka. You are completely in love with him. And seeing him look so attentive to someone else makes you realize it too late.

"Hey," Jarko’s voice breaks your spiraling thoughts. He steps in front of you, his hands fidgeting nervously as he holds up a small, beautifully carved ivory pendant. "I know we only started talking tonight, but... I think you are the most incredible woman in the South. Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

You look at the pendant, then up at his hopeful face, and a wave of heavy guilt washes over you. It isn't fair to use him as a distraction ( even though he’s a brute). You place a gentle hand over his.

"Jarko, you are wonderful, truly," you say softly, your voice trembling slightly. "But I can't accept this. I don't think of you that way, and I don't want to lead you on. I'm so sorry."

The light in Jarko’s eyes dies instantly. He looks down at the pendant, heartbroken, and gives a tight, painful nod before quietly melting away into the crowd. Before you could call out to him, he was already gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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A few days later, the grand ice palace hosts a massive council banquet to celebrate the successful integration of Northern trade. The hall is a spectacle of glittering chandeliers and towering ice pillars, filled with the murmurs of powerful lords and dignitaries.

Jarko is there, standing stiffly in his formal furs, representing the hunters of the South. But your eyes are drawn elsewhere.

Sokka enters the hall, his broad shoulders filling out his royal blue Chief attire perfectly. Beside him is Sela. Because Sokka is still under the furious impression that you accepted Jarko’s proposal at the festival, his jealousy has morphed into a protective, petty stubbornness. To save face, he guides Sela around the room, introducing her to a parade of Southern and Northern lords. They are purely good friends - sharing technical jokes about ice-masonry - but to the rest of the room, they look like a perfect royal pair.

You stand by the edge of the hall, blindly swirling a cup of punch, staring at Sokka with an expression of quiet, longing heartbreak.

From across the room, Jarko watches you. He sees the exact moment Sokka laughs at a joke Sela makes, and he sees the way your chest heaves with a silent, pained sigh. Jarko’s jaw tightens, a sudden flare of bitter jealousy burning in his gut.

"Look at that," Akita whispers, subtly nudging Keyla as they stand near the buffet tables. She nods her head toward Jarko, then toward you. "Jarko looks like he wants to challenge Sokka to a duel, and our girl looks like she’s about to cry. Something is seriously wrong here."

Keyla pops a candied berry into her mouth, looking between the fractured pieces of the puzzle. "I told you that trial was a terrible idea. Sokka thinks she's taken, she thinks Sokka's taken, and Jarko is just caught in the crossfire."

“ Your right… wait - you never told me that the trial was a bad idea?” Akita accused.

After the grueling banquet concludes, the hall empties out.

Sokka watches as Akita and Keyla catch up to you…you were exceptionally beautiful tonight, you were wearing a long, elegant dress, your hair was done up with intricate braids and hair pieces and your soft blue eyes twinkled perfectly in the light - as Akita and Keyla fling their arms over your shoulders and drag you away, Sokka watches in despair, wondering how he was ever going to fix anything. He probably couldn’t, you were dating Jarko - happily dating Jarko.

After you, Akita and Keyla’s laughs slowly dies away as you walk further and further away from the hall, Sokka finally feels malone in the war room with Kento. Sokka aggressively throws his warrior pack onto the table, pacing back and forth.

"Did you see how she was looking at the catering menu, Kento? She didn't even look at me once!" Sokka vents, his voice a frustrated rumble. "And Sela agreed with me that the Northern trade tariffs are a mess, which proves my point! Sela is great. Very smart. Excellent grasp of logistics."

Kento slowly rolls up a map, his expression entirely deadpan. "Chief Sokka. You have spoken of Lady Sela’s logistical prowess for forty-five minutes. May I ask a direct question?"

Sokka stops pacing, blinking. "Uh, sure."

"Did you ever actually like the junior council member?" Kento asks bluntly. "Or was your display at the harbor merely a passing whim?"

"A whim?!" Sokka gapes, his broad chest rising as his defensive walls crumble. "Kento, I am completely crazy about her! I have been since the second I got off that ship! But what am I supposed to do now? She's with Jarko. She chose the hunter. I missed my chance because of that stupid trial, and now I'm too terrified to even speak to her because it'll just hurt to hear her confirm it."

Kento sighs, adjusting his spectacles with a look of deep, exhausted pity. "Chief. They are not together. She turned Jarko down flatly at the festival. She has been single this entire time."

Sokka freezes. His jaw drops, his blue eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. "She... she what? She's single?!" A sudden, euphoric rush of determination floods his veins. "That's it. I'm fixing this right now. I'm a warrior, I don't hide in the shadows. I'm going to write her a letter. I'll explain the trial, the misunderstanding, everything."

Sokka scrambles for a piece of parchment and a quill, pouring his heart into the ink, sealing it with the royal wax of the Chief.

"Kento, deliver this to her immediately. Discreeter than discreet," Sokka begs, shoving the scroll into his advisor's hands.

"I am currently swarmed with the trade documents, Chief," Kento replies smoothly, though his eyes soften slightly. "But I will ensure a trusted royal messenger delivers it directly to her quarters tonight."

Unfortunately, luck is not on Sokka’s side.

Later that night, the royal messenger slips out of the palace gates, holding the sealed scroll. As the messenger crosses a dimly lit alleyway near the lower canals, a shadow steps out. Jarko.

Bitter, jealous, and possessing the sharp reflexes of a hunter, Jarko steps into the messenger's path. "Hold on. What’s that?"

"Official business from the Chief," the messenger says defensively.

Jarko catches sight of your name written on the back of the parchment. A dark, reckless impulse takes over. Before the messenger can protest, Jarko flashes a heavy coin purse, shoving it into the man's hands while firmly snatching the scroll away. "I’ll deliver it myself. Go take the night off."

The messenger, eager to get out of the freezing wind, pockets the silver and scurries away.

Tucked into the shadows of an archway, Jarko breaks the wax seal. His eyes scan Sokka’s passionate, desperate words of love. Angered by the Chief’s arrogance, Jarko pulls out a blank piece of parchment and a small quill from his hunting kit. Using his knowledge of official scripting, he meticulously alters the message, forging a cold, brutal note.

When you receive the letter a half-hour later from a maid who claims it was left at the door, your hands shake with anticipation. You break the seal, expecting a work memo, but your heart stops as you read the words:

To the Junior Council Member,

I believe it is best we keep our relationship strictly professional moving forward. My duties as Chief require my full focus, and my time spent with Lady Sela has made me realize where my true future lies. I wish you the best with your own endeavors.

- Chief Sokka

The parchment slips from your numb fingers, fluttering to the ice floor. A sob catches in your throat, choking you. The finality of the words shatters whatever lingering hope you had left.

Suffocating under the weight of the heartbreak, you throw on a simple cloak and rush out of your quarters, needing to escape the suffocating walls of the palace.

You walk blindly through the frost, eventually stopping at the center of a grand, arched ice bridge that spans across the widest canal. The rare moon shines down, casting a silver, ethereal glow over the frozen water below. You lean against the icy railing, a single tear slipping down your cheek, sparkling like a diamond in the moonlight.

"You know, crying in a blizzard usually results in frozen eyelashes. It’s a very uncomfortable medical condition."

You startle, wiping your cheek quickly as you turn around.

Standing on the opposite side of the bridge, leaning casually against the railing, is a young man you’ve never seen before. He is strikingly handsome, with sharp, unfamiliar features and dark, mysterious eyes that seem to hold a quiet, knowing depth. He wears a heavy, dark-furred parka that doesn't belong to any of the local Southern styles.

He offers a soft, surprisingly warm smile, stepping a bit closer into the moonlight. "I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you. It’s just... a beautiful woman shouldn't be mourning under a moon this perfect."

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Idk why but I felt like this one was so rushed, but also I don’t wanna put a lot of stuff in one chapter cuz it might be overwhelming which is why I’m chopping the storyline up into more parts.

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[nebulaglitxh]

Chief!Sokka x Reader

This is gonna be a series cuz I want an excuse to write more Sokka fics 😔

Warnings - None, fluff?

Chapter 1 - Reuniting and bonding

The biting Southern wind cuts right through your heavy parka, but you refuse to budge. You keep your eyes glued to the glass display of a small jewellery shop right by the bustling harbour, pretending to be deeply fascinated by a silver-and-sapphire armband.

"Hey! I told you, if you aren't buying, clear out! You're blocking the display for actual paying customers!" the shopkeeper barks from behind the counter, rubbing her hands together for warmth.

You offer a tight, apologetic smile but don't move. The truth is, you don't care about the jewelry. You are just using it as a shield to keep yourself from pacing up and down the docks, your stomach twisting into anxious knots.

Today is the day he comes home.

It feels surreal. The Southern Water Tribe around you is unrecognizable from the snowy village you grew up in. Rebuilt and remodeled, it now mirrors the grand, towering ice structures of the North, complete with sprawling canals and massive fortified walls. But the physical changes are nothing compared to the mental shift you're trying to process.

Sokka is coming back. Your childhood best friend, the boy you used to throw snowballs at and share smoked sea prune snacks with, is returning to take his rightful place as the new Chief. He left years ago with Katara, and in his absence, the rumours traveled faster than the tides. Word on the docks is that Sokka has grown into a fierce, intimidating warrior - a master swordsman who commands respect with a single cold glare.

You swallow hard, your fingers trembling slightly against the frozen glass. What if he doesn't remember me? What if he’s completely different?

"Look at you, sweating in a blizzard," a teasing voice giggles from behind you.

You turn to see your two closest friends, Akita and Keyla, walking up to you. Akita is grinning ear to ear, while Keyla gives you a knowing, supportive nudge.

"We knew we'd find you hiding over here," Keyla says, her voice softening. "Deep breaths. It’s just Sokka, your best friend."

"It's not just Sokka anymore," you mutter, looking out toward the horizon where a massive, ornate Water Tribe ship is pulling into the harbour. "He's a warrior. A leader. What if he looks at me and just sees some kid he used to know?"

"Not a chance," Akita says firmly, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you away from the angry shopkeeper. "Come on, the ship is docking."

Your heart hammers against your ribs as you, Akita, and Keyla push through the gathering crowd at the pier. The gangplank lowers with a heavy thud.

As you take a deep breath and step forward, a group of hollering men crash into you.

"It’s too cold for you out here," one says, hurriedly unfastening his heavy outer parka. "Take mine."

"No, take mine! It’s genuine seal-skin," another insists, stepping into your path. "I wouldn't want the most beautiful woman in the South to catch a chill before the ceremony."

You sigh, offering a practiced, graceful decline. "Thank you, truly, but I’m perfectly fine."

Ah, yes, this was one of those irritating moments of your life. Growing up, many elders in the tribe had complimented you - saying that you were very beautiful. And while that was a compliment, it came with the huge burden of desperate fanboys who were constantly vying for you attention.

The crowd around you suddenly falls into a hush, while Akita and Keyla pushed passed the now-dazed fanboys, you peer over the crowd.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

The boy you knew is entirely gone. Standing at the top of the ramp is a man. At twenty-one, Sokka is incredibly tall, his shoulders so broad they practically fill the frame of the ship's walkway. His jawline is sharp, his wolf-tail ( now much longer than you recall ) neatly tied back, and his ocean-blue eyes hold a striking, commanding depth. He wears the heavy, regal blues of a high-ranking warrior, a masterfully crafted meteor-sword strapped to his hip. He is, without a doubt, absolutely breathtakingly handsome.

Fierce and intimidating, your mind echoes. You instinctively step back, suddenly feeling very small.

But then, Sokka’s gaze sweeps over the crowd. He isn't looking at the new ice architecture or the banners flying in his honor. He is searching for someone.

And then, his eyes lock onto you.

The fierce, stoic expression on the young Chief's face instantly melts away. Time seems to stop completely. The roaring wind, the chattering crowd, Akita and Keyla nudging your shoulders - it all fades into absolute silence.

As you look up at him, a sudden, electric warmth floods your chest, completely banishing the freezing cold. You are twenty now, no longer the little girl he left behind, and the way his eyes widen tells you he notices. There is an instant, undeniable pull between you - a sudden, breathless realisation that changes everything. It isn't just nostalgia; it is love, sudden and fierce, striking both of you at first sight.

Sokka doesn't wait for the scrawny man beside him to finish announcing him. He breaks into a stride, practically jogging down the gangplank, his eyes never leaving yours.

The intimidating warrior persona vanishes entirely, replaced by a massive, goofy, familiar grin that makes your heart soar.

"Hey," he breathes, stopping just inches away from you. By now, all the fanboys from earlier had dispersed. Up close, he towers over you, smelling of salt air and home. He rubs the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "It's... it's really good to see you."

You let out a breath you feel like you've been holding for years, a radiant smile breaking across your face. "Welcome home, Chief Sokka."

" Jeez Sokka, you didn't miss us?" Akita says teasingly.

Sokka snaps out of his daze, his eyes reluctantly leaving yours to look at your two friends. A look of pure recognition and joy lights up his face. "Akita! Keyla!"

Before any royal decorum can stop him, Sokka pulls both of them into a hearty, rib-crushing hug.

"Look at you!" Keyla laughs, patting his broad shoulder as they pull apart. "You actually grew into those giant feet of yours. We weren't sure the rumors were true."

"Hey, I am a fully grown, intimidating warrior now," Sokka says, puffing out his chest playfully, though he can't hide his goofy smile. "But it is so good to see you guys. I've missed you."

The scrawny man clears his throat behind Sokka, a polite but firm reminder of the crowd still watching them. He adjusts his royal scroll, looking amused but professional.

"Ah, right!" Sokka says, turning to his advisor. "Kento, these are my childhood friends. The troublemakers I told you about from the old village."

Sokka steps beside Kento, gesturing to each of you proudly. "Kento, this is Akita, and this is Keyla. They once convinced me that a frozen tiger-seal was a ghost." Akita and Keyla both laugh, bowing their heads respectfully.

Then, Sokka’s voice softens, his gaze drifting right back to you, an undeniable warmth in his eyes. "And this is... well, she's the girl that never stopped pelting me with snowballs. But she's also the person who drew a lot of those blue prints for the new harbour."

Kento’s eyes widen slightly with genuine respect. He steps forward and offers you a deep, traditional bow. "An honor to finally meet you. The Chief has spoken very highly of your intelligence and resourcefulness during our journey here. Though, I see he left out a few details regarding your... undeniable prominence in the tribe." Kento glances subtly at the lingering bachelors in the background, a small, knowing smirk on his face.

You return the bow gracefully. "The honor is mine, Kento. Welcome to the South."

Sokka hooks his thumbs into his warrior belt, looking incredibly proud to be standing next to you, completely oblivious to the jealous glares of the young men still watching from afar. "Alright, Kento, let's get the official business over with quickly. I have a lot of catching up to do."

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Though Sokka’s mind is filled with visions of exploring the towering ice canals, racing canoes down the new waterways, and spending every waking moment catching up with you, the reality of his new title hits him like a tidal wave.

He is swarmed with work from the moment he steps into the grand council chambers.

The tribal elders and senior councilors drone on for hours about trade tariffs, ice-masonry budgets, and fishing route disputes. Sokka sits at the head of the massive carved-ice table, propping his chin up with his hand, his eyes glazing over as his brain slowly turns to mush.

Fortunately for him, you are sitting just a few seats away.

As a member of the tribe's junior council - a position you earned through your sheer brilliance and sharp strategic mind - you are required to attend. To Sokka's absolute relief, you become his saving grace. Whenever an elder launches into a particularly long-winded, boring speech, you catch Sokka’s eye across the table. With a subtle raise of your eyebrow, a sharp, whispered joke, or a funny face made when no one else is looking, you keep him completely entertained. When he starts to drift off entirely, you smoothly ask a poignant question about the blueprint in front of him, subtly guiding him back to the topic and keeping him focused.

He is completely captivated by how effortlessly you command the room, your intelligence shining brighter than the lanterns illuminating the ice walls.

Near the end of a grueling four-hour meeting, Kento steps forward, unrolling a fresh, heavy scroll.

"Moving on to cultural affairs," Kento announces, his formal voice echoing in the chamber. "The Blue Moon Festival is nearing. As you all know, this is a rare lunar event that only occurs every few years. It is a vital celebration for our people's spirits and unity."

Sokka lets out a heavy, dramatic sigh, slumping back into his carved ice throne. "Great. Another festival. Which means more speeches, more formal robes, and more paperwork. Can't we just... push it back a month?"

"The moon waits for no man, Chief Sokka," Kento says dryly, adjusting his spectacles. "And tradition dictates that the Chief, alongside one designated member of the junior council, must personally oversee every single detail of the preparations. From the ice-sculpting to the catering."

"Ugh, come on, Kento. It's a total hassle," Sokka groans, throwing his hands up. "I'm already drowning in fishing quotas! Can't someone else handle the festival prep?"

"The rule is absolute, Chief," Kento replies smoothly, turning his gaze toward the junior council members. "Therefore, the senior council has deliberated and selected the most qualified mind to assist you. The junior council representative for the Blue Moon Festival will be..." Kento looks directly at you. "...our leading strategist."

Sokka’s complaints die instantly in his throat.

He bolts upright in his seat, his posture suddenly rigid, his blue eyes wide. He looks from Kento to you, a sudden, bright spark igniting in his chest. The prospect of spending days on end, completely alone with you, planning a romantic, moonlit festival, completely overrides his exhaustion.

"You know what, Kento?" Sokka interrupts loudly, clearing his throat and trying to adopt a deeply dignified, serious expression. "On second thought... cultural heritage is the backbone of the Southern Water Tribe. As Chief, it is my solemn duty to ensure the Blue Moon Festival is absolutely flawless."

You bite your lip to hide a laugh, catching the sudden, eager grin Sokka tries to hide.

"I am more than willing to sacrifice my free time for this," Sokka continues righteously, leaning forward and resting his interlocking fingers on the table, staring right at you with an intense, heated gaze. "And I think the council made an excellent choice. I look forward to working closely with you."

Kento raises an eyebrow, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he rolls up the scroll. "Very well, Chief. The first preparation meeting begins tomorrow morning. Just the two of you."

Kento knew something was up if he was betraying his usual deadpan expression and dry, sarcastic voice.

Over the next week, the towering ice-palace of the Southern Water Tribe becomes the backdrop to your own personal fairytale.

You and Sokka spend nearly every waking hour together, tucked away in a private strategy room preparing for the Blue Moon Festival. What was supposed to be a grueling chore turns into the highlight of your days. Together, you analyze the physics of massive ice-sculptures, sample plates of sweet sea-prune tarts for the catering menu, and map out the security patrol routes for the harbor.

Your brilliant, strategic mind keeps the preparations flawless, while Sokka’s quick wit keeps you laughing until your ribs ache. With every late-night session lit by glowing spirit-lanterns, the space between you shrinks. A lingering touch of his hand over a blueprint, the way his deep blue eyes soften whenever you speak, the gentle warmth of his chest pressed to your back as he points something out on a map - the electric pull between you grows undeniable.

By the day before the festival, the shift in your dynamic is blindingly obvious.

Akita, Keyla, and even the strictly professional Kento notice it immediately. The way Sokka hovers over you, fiercely protective yet completely captivated, is impossible to miss.

That afternoon, the four of you - you, Sokka, Akita, and Keyla -are sitting at an outdoor ice-cafe by the grand canal, enjoying a rare moment of downtime over cups of steaming ginger tea.

"I'll be right back, guys," you say with a radiant smile, sliding out from the booth. "I’m just going to use the restroom."

Sokka’s eyes trace your form until you disappear through the cafe doors. The moment the door clicks shut, Akita and Keyla lean across the table, their expressions turning identical, devious smirks. Kento, who is standing nearby reviewing a clipboard, quietly steps closer, an amused glint in his eye.

"Alright, lover boy, spill it," Akita demands, propping her chin on her hands.

Sokka blinks, startled out of his daze. "Spill what? The tea? It's perfectly level -"

"Don't play dumb, Sokka," Keyla chuckles, leaning in. "The way you look at her? You’re practically drooling every time she breathes. Do you like her or what?"

Sokka’s cheeks instantly flare a brilliant, deep crimson. He rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his tea as a shy, genuine smile tugs at his lips. "I mean... okay, maybe. Maybe I have some... slight feelings for her. It’s hard not to. She’s brilliant, she's funny, and spirits, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen."

Akita and Keyla exchange a sharp, knowing look.

"Well, Chief, you better move fast," Akita warns, her tone turning entirely serious. "Because in case you haven't noticed, she is the most high-in-demand girl in the entire Southern Tribe. There is a literal line of young bachelors waiting to ask her to the festival tomorrow night."

"Yeah," Keyla adds, crossing her arms. "She isn't going to stay single for long. If you don't step up, someone else will."

Sokka scoffs, puffing out his broad chest and smirking with a sudden wave of confidence. "Please. Have you seen the guys chasing her? They're total stiffs. I’m the Chief of this tribe, a master swordsman, and I have a roguish charm they couldn't replicate if they tried. I'm unlike any other man in this tribe. She’d never choose one of them over me."

Akita narrows her eyes, a wicked idea forming in her mind. "Oh, really? So you think you’re a total catch? Fine. Let’s put that ego to a trial."

Sokka’s smirk falters. "A... trial?"

"Yes," Keyla chimes in, catching on to Akita’s plan with a grin. "Swear to us right now that you won't ask her out to the Blue Moon Festival. Let’s see if your 'roguish charm' keeps her waiting for you, or if some other guy sweeps her off her feet."

"What?! No! That is a terrible trial!" Sokka whines dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "Why would I do that? I have a perfectly good romantic speech prepared in my head - "

"I agree with the young ladies, Chief Sokka," Kento’s calm, authoritative voice interrupts.

Sokka gapes up at his advisor. "Kento! You're supposed to be on my side!"

"A true leader does not let pride cloud his judgment," Kento says playfully, tapping his clipboard. "Consider it a test of patience and humility. I require your signature on these trade documents anyway, which means you will be far too busy tonight to chase after her. Agree to the terms, Chief."

"This is mutiny!" Sokka groans, burying his face in his hands as Akita and Keyla laugh triumphantly. "Fine! I swear! I won't ask her out today. But you're all torturing me."

Later that night, the harbor is alive with the glow of thousands of blue festival lanterns, reflecting beautifully off the massive ice walls. You are walking along the pier, the freezing wind brushing your cheeks, your heart heavy with a profound sense of disappointment.

The festival is tomorrow, and Sokka hadn't asked you.

You had spent all week hoping, dropping subtle hints, wishing desperately that he would ask you to be his date. Little did you know, Sokka was currently standing just a few yards away, hidden in the shadow of a grand ice archway, bound by his oath and being strictly escorted by Kento.

Sokka’s eyes are glued to you, his heart aching to run over and pull you into his arms.

But before he can even think about breaking his promise, a handsome young bachelor from the tribe - one of the boys from the harbour -steps into your path. He holds a beautiful, hand-carved ice flower, his face flushed with nervous excitement.

From the shadows, Sokka freezes, his jaw clenching.

"Excuse me," the young man says to you, bowing politely. "I know you're incredibly busy with the council, but... I was wondering if you would do me the honour of attending the Blue Moon Festival with me tomorrow night?"

In the shadows, Sokka lets out a low growl, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his meteor-sword. "That's it, trial over. Kento, let me at him, I'm going to - "

Kento firmly plants his arm across Sokka’s chest, holding the broad-shouldered warrior back with surprising strength. "Hold your ground, Chief. An oath is an oath."

Sokka is forced to watch, his stomach twisting into agonizing knots of pure jealousy and regret. He watches the man offer you the flower, his heart sinking into his boots as he realises his pride might have just cost him the only girl he has ever truly loved.

But as you look at the ice flower, your smile is polite, distant, andtinged with a quiet sadness. You look past the young man's shoulder, your eyes scanning the harbor, wishing with everything inside you that the tall, broad-shouldered Chief would come rushing out of the dark to claim you instead.

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okay guys, fyi this is just the grace period. Let's just say this cute romance is probably gonna die into drama and maybe angst in the next few chapters. and also sorry this took so long, idk why but I proofread this like 10 times but I still feel like somethings off.

also I desperately tried to give Akita, Keyla and Kento's characters more seasoning but I guess there wasn't enough stuff going on for me to. DW more characters will be added later on and stuff.

;)

[nebulaglitxh]

Chief!Sokka x Chieftess!Reader

Please read the a/n at the end.

Warnings - none

The Great Hall of Wolf Cove gleamed like a jewel carved from the heart of the glacier. Six years of rebuilding had transformed the Southern Water Tribe from a scattered village of tents into a sprawling, multi-tiered citadel of ice and stone, matching—and perhaps even surpassing—the grandeur of the North. Massive walls of reinforced, glowing blue ice caught the light of hundreds of whale-oil lamps, and structural whalebones arched overhead like the ribs of a great, protective spirit.

You stood before a polished ice mirror in the royal quarters, smoothing down the heavy layers of your ceremonial atigi—the traditional Inuit-style parka. Crafted from the finest, darkest seal pelt and lined with thick, snow-white polar bear fur, it was adorned with intricate, hand-stitched geometric patterns in shades of deep ocean blue. Your long dark hair that ended at your hips was styled in a traditional water-tribe hair-do. Around your neck sat the heavy silver-and-whalebone medallion of the Southern Chieftess.

"If I have to smile at Chief Arnook's successor for more than five minutes, my face is going to freeze permanently," a grumbling voice echoed from the doorway.

You turned to see Sokka, your husband and the Southern Chief. He looked undeniably royal, his long hair pulled back into a sharp warrior’s topknot, his own matching chieftain robes emphasizing his broad shoulders. Yet, his arms were crossed, and his face was twisted into a deeply dramatic pout.

"Sokka, please," you said, walking over to adjust the fur collar of his parka. "It is a reunification banquet. We are celebrating the southern renaissance. Try not to start a war over the appetizer course.”

"I'm not going to start a war," Sokka muttered, leaning down so you could fix his collar, his naturally warm hands resting on your waist. "I’m just saying, Chief Jarnak is an arrogant, pompous, northern snob. He still looks down his nose at us just because they have a bigger oasis. Well, look at this place! We have a multi-layered aqueduct system now! Our ice-weaving is flawless! And yet, he acts like he’s doing us a favour by eating our food."

You couldn't help but laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "He is a guest in our home, Chief Sokka. Let our hospitality prove him wrong. Now, come on. The drums are starting."Sokka sighed, the tension melting from his eyes as he looked at you.

The fierce, stubborn boy who had once protected a ruined village with a bone club was now a revered leader, but to you, he was just Sokka.

"You look beautiful, my Chieftess," he whispered softly, kissing your forehead. "Alright. Let's go do diplomacy."

The banquet hall was a spectacle of light and sound. Low-slung ice tables were packed with dignitaries from both sister tribes. The air was filled with the rich aroma of traditional delicacies: seared caribou meat, rich stews, and plates of akutaq - the traditional whipped berry and fat dessert.

At the center of the room, a group of southern drummers beat a rhythmic cadence on caribou-skin frame drums, accompanied by low, resonant throat singers whose overlapping melodies vibrated through the very floorboards.

You and Sokka sat at the elevated high table, seated directly opposite Chief Jarnak of the North."A truly... commendable effort on the architecture, Chief Sokka," Jarnak said, swirling his carved ice cup of moon-peach tea. He offered a polite, but noticeably condescending smile. "Though, of course, the structural integrity of southern ice always lacks the... density we achieve in the North. The climate here is a bit too temperamental, wouldn't you say?"

Sokka’s grip tightened around his own cup so hard you feared the ice would shatter. He opened his mouth, a sarcastic retort practically sparking on his tongue. Before he could speak, you smoothly intervened. "Our ice is forged through resilience, Chief Jarnak," you said, your voice calm, clear, and carrying across the high table with absolute royal authority. "It has withstood a century of ash and fire, yet it stands stronger today than ever before. We find its flexibility to be its greatest virtue."

Several southern elders nearby nodded in fierce agreement. Jarnak blinked, clearly caught off guard by your sharp diplomacy, and took a hasty sip of his tea.Sokka shot you a look of pure, unadulterated adoration beneath the table, gently squeezing your thigh.

As the night progressed, the tension dissolved into a lively celebration. Performers took to the center ice, showcasing intricate waterbending forms that mirrored the northern styles but incorporated the sharper, more pragmatic movements of the South

."A toast!" Sokka suddenly announced, standing up and raising his cup high. The entire hall fell silent, turning to their young Chief. "To the bonds of the ocean and the moon! May the Northern and Southern tribes always flow together like the tides - even if the South has much better food!" A roar of laughter and cheers erupted from the southern tables, and even the stiff northern delegates couldn't help but chuckle. Jarnak raised his cup with a tight, respectful nod, finally conceding defeat to the undeniable glory of the revived Southern Tribe.

Late into the night, after the last of the guests had retired to their quarters, the grand hall fell beautifully quiet. The drums were silent, leaving only the soft, ambient crackle of the whale-oil lamps and the distant, soothing sigh of the polar wind outside.You walked out onto the high ice balcony overlooking Wolf Cove. Below, the newly built harbor was lit by thousands of lanterns, their reflections dancing on the dark, icy water.

A heavy, fur-lined blanket was gently draped over your shoulders from behind. Sokka stepped up beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your hair.

"You were incredible tonight," Sokka murmured, his voice dropping its loud, public bravado, replaced by a deep, quiet warmth. "When you shut down Jarnak about the ice... I think I fell in love with you all over after again."

"Someone had to keep the peace," you teased, turning slightly in his arms to face him. "You did well too, Chief. Your toast was perfect."

"I meant it," Sokka said softly, his blue eyes reflecting the silver moonlight. He reached up, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw, feeling the warmth of your skin against the crisp Arctic air. "Six years ago, this place was just a dream we talked about while staring at the stars. Now it's real. We built this, you and I. A home fit for our people."

"And a home fit for its King and Queen," you whispered. Sokka smiled, a fiercely tender look crossing his face. He leaned down, closing the distance between you, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, deep, and grounded in the profound history you shared - a promise of a future as vast and enduring as the frozen sea.When he broke the kiss, he kept you held close, looking out over the glowing, prosperous city of ice. "Let Jarnak talk all the trash he wants," Sokka chuckled softly into the night. "The South is back. And I have the best Chieftess in the world."

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I legit don’t see any Sokka fics on here AT ALL and if I do it’s always smut and well I’m a fluff girly even though i do read smut, so this fanfic is basically for everyone who likes fluff.

I wrote this bc my impression of irl water tribe people is that they are Inuit indegenous people. And even the producers of Alta got Inspo from them for water tribe ppl which is rlly cool. Basically I did something similiar to my Zuko x reader series.

[nebulaglitxh]

Firelord!Zuko x Firelady!Reader

Spring banquet

Warnings - None

Felt bad that the last one was low-key rlly rushed and rlly terrible so this one for you @sereaylia.

The scent of burning sandalwood and fresh spring blossoms drifted through the high corridors of the Fire Nation Palace. Six years had passed since the end of the Hundred Year War. The palace, once a cold fortress of dark obsidian, had transformed into a sanctuary of elegance, heavily inspired by traditional Fire Nation heritage.

You sat gracefully on a raised tatami mat in the private pavilion, wearing an elaborate, multi-layered Hanfu woven from crimson silk and embroidered with golden dragons. As Fire Lady, a native of the Fire Nation noble courts, you knew the immense weight of the crown. But right now, you were simply trying to survive your best friend.

"If you don't stop fidgeting, your hairpins are going to pierce your skull," Lihua warned, her fingers deftly weaving jade ornaments into your elaborate updo.

"I am trying, Lihua," you replied with a soft laugh. "But the Grand Spring Banquet is tonight. Half the Earth Kingdom nobility is arriving, and Zhang has been hyperventilating over the seating arrangements since sunrise."

Right on cue, the heavy doors slammed open with dramatic flair.

Zhang, the Head Royal Advisor, stumbled into the pavilion. His official court robes were slightly askew, and he was clutching a massive, unwieldy scroll to his chest like a shield. Behind him strode his stepbrother, General Xaito, looking formidable in traditional black-and-red lacquered samurai-style armor - except for the fact that he was casually chewing on a stick of candied hawthorns.

"My Lady! We have a catastrophe!" Zhang wailed, throwing his hands in the air. The scroll unrolled completely, cascading down the steps.

"Oh, look. The drama department has arrived," Lihua muttered, not pausing her hair-styling.

"What happened, Zhang?" you asked, maintaining your calm, regal composure.

"The Earth Kingdom delegates from the northern provinces refuse to sit next to the delegates from the southern provinces! They say the seating alignment disrupts their feng shui and will bring bad luck to the trade treaties!" Zhang cried, dramatically pressing a hand to his forehead.

"If they leave, the Fire Lord will blame me! I will be banished! I am too beautiful for banishment - and I have a wife!” He added, pointing towards Lihua.

"Relax, brother," Xaito snorted, crunching down on a hawthorn berry.

"Just tell them if they complain about the feng shui, I’ll personally rearrange the feng shui of their faces. Problem solved."

"You cannot threaten foreign dignitaries with physical violence, Xaito! You are an army general, not a tavern brawler!" Zhang shrieked, his voice cracking.

"I’m just saying, a little intimidation keeps the peace," Xaito shrugged, winking at you.

"Right, Fire Lady? Tell my high-strung brother that a swift punch solves seventy percent of political gridlocks." Before you could referee the brothers, the heavy sliding doors at the back of the pavilion opened smoothly. Fire Lord Zuko stepped into the room. He wore his heavy ceremonial robes, the golden flame headpiece gleaming proudly in his topknot. The scar over his left eye was a reminder of the past, but the expression on his face now was one of absolute warmth as his eyes landed on you.

"I could hear Zhang's screaming from the inner courtyard," Zuko said, a amused smile playing on his lips.

"Fire Lord Zuko!" Zhang instantly dropped to his knees, bowing so low his forehead smacked the wooden floorboards. "Please forgive my lack of decorum! I am merely trying to save the banquet from a crisis we will never recover from!”

"Zhang, get up," Zuko sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Xaito, stop eating sweets in my wife's dressing pavilion."

"Yes, My Lord," Xaito grinned, bowing respectfully but showing absolutely no remorse.

Zuko walked past them, stepping onto the tatami mat.

The regal, untouchable aura of the Fire Lord seemed to melt away the closer he got to you. He knelt down beside you, gently taking your hand in his. His skin was always naturally warm, a comforting anchor in the midst of chaos.

"You look breathtaking," Zuko murmured softly, completely ignoring fact that Zhang was still whimpering over his scroll in the background. "The hanfu suits you perfectly."

"Thank you, my love," you smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"How are the peace talks going?"

"They're going fine. Better, now that I'm here with you," Zuko admitted, a soft, rare look of vulnerability in his golden eyes. He looked over at Zhang and Xaito, who were now quietly bickering in the corner over who got to carry the seating chart.

"Are these two bothering you?"

"They are providing excellent entertainment," you teased. Lihua stepped back, putting the final touches on your hair.

“There. Perfection. A Fire Lady fit to command the respect of four nations. Now, if the boys are done panicking..." She cast a sharp look at Zhang.

"Right! Yes!" Zhang scrambled to his feet, rolling his scroll back up with frantic speed.

"The guests are assembling in the Great Grand Hall! We must proceed! General Xaito, march!"

"I'm marching, I'm marching," Xaito groaned, rolling his eyes as Zhang aggressively shoved him out the door.

Lihua gave you a reassuring smile and followed them to ensure her husband didn't accidentally trip over his own robes.

The pavilion fell quiet, leaving just you and Zuko.Zuko stood up and offered his arm to you, his expression turning serious but deeply tender.

"Six years ago, I didn't think a night like this was possible. I was a broken prince trying to fix a broken nation. But having you by my side... building this new world with you... it makes the weight of the crown feel light." You placed your hand securely over his arm, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

"We did this together, Zuko. And tonight, we show the world what the Fire Nation has truly become."Zuko smiled, his golden eyes shining with pride and love. Together, side-by-side as rulers and partners, you stepped out of the pavilion and walked toward the grand hall, ready to face the world as one.

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Personally I think I did rlly well with this one, I spent a lot of time on it too so I HOPE everyone thinks the same but idk.

Word list -

Samurai - Samurai were the elite military nobility and professional warrior caste of pre-industrial Japan.

Hanfu - Hanfu refers to the historical and traditional clothing of the Han Chinese.

Tatami mat - Tatami mats are traditional Japanese flooring made of a woven rush grass (igusa) cover and a firm core of compressed straw or wood chips.

Feng Shui - Feng shui (pronounced fung shway) is an ancient Chinese philosophy of spatial arrangement. Literally translating to "wind and water," it aims to harmonize individuals with their surrounding environment. By optimizing furniture placement, colors, and decor, it promotes the flow of positive energy (chi) to attract health, wealth, and happiness

[nebulaglitxh]

hi!!! i read your writing about fire lady that people think as a moon goddes and I LOVE IT. i love that your story contains deep culture, idk how to say it. can you make another one? maybe when fire lord and fire lady patrolling at the market or festival to see the people of the nation or something like that. thank youu and have a great day🌻

I love this idea smmm. I wrote something a little like this before but I LOVE the idea of writing something similiar with like the Ancient Chinese or Japanese cultural additions to it!!! Thanks so much for the ideaaa @sereaylia 🎀 ALSO THIS ISN’T PROOFREADDDD

Firelord!Zuko x Firelady!Reader (3)

The Moon Festival

Warnings - None.

The Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Moon Festival was one of the most popular and well-celebrated festivals in the Fire Nation - well, maybe apart from the Fire Festival. It was especially known as your favourite festival, and since the people in the Fire Nation adored you, they strove to make this the most grand and festive celebration of the whole year.

You had been working with your panel of maids and advisors to prepare things for the Festival. As the Fire lady, it was your duty to prepare everything for parties, festivals, banquets or any celebration - unless, of course it in honour of you, like a birthday banquet.

You were sitting in front of your dressing table, your maids had finished putting on your makeup and styling your hair. Your head felt unusually heavy as your maids had styled your hair- which was in your usual Gaò jî - with an abundant number of Buyao, topped with your large, golden Fire Pin - encrusted with deep red jewels, this Fire Pin was one of a kind - past down in the Royal family for generations and only meant to be worn by the Fire Lady. Your lips were painted with the standard red ink you always wore, and the mascara and eyeliner that you wore near your eyes made them look very sharp. Your robes were long and heavy even though they were made of silk - deep red with gold accents, and several hundred layers additionally. It wasn’t your daily wear, and it wasn’t comfortable, but to make a public appearance meant you would have to dress well.

As you dismissed the maids, Zuko came through the door, he was dressed as usual, I mean - he always dressed extremely formally for work, so he didn’t have to change.

His breath catched a little as he froze slightly, halfway from the door and halfway from where you were now standing.

“ Zuko, are you alright?” You asked him, giving him a funny look.

Zuko snapped out of his trance as he walked up to you.

“ Nothing, it’s just that you look extremely beautiful tonight.” Zuko said, smirking slightly as he kissed your cheek.

“ Alright since when did you get so smooth? Last time I checked you couldn’t flirt to save your own life!” You told him, pushing him away slightly.

“ I will not be revealing my secrets to you, my lady.” Zuko said, he opened his mouth to add something, but was interrupted by someone tapping on the door rather violently.

“ Excuse me!?” The voice was extremely recognizable, Zhang, and the other voice scolding him was Lihua. Zuko walked over and opened the door, and let the duo in.

Lihua was wearing a dark blue Hanfu, paired with various Liusu. You recognized them as the ones that Zhang had gotten her on the day of the Fire Festival.

“ Are you two ready? The palanquin is waiting, and everyone at the festival is anticipating your arrival.” Lihua asked, looking at the two of you.

“ We’re ready.” Zuko replied.

“ Let’s get going then, shall we?” You said, grabbing Zuko and Lihua’s hands as you dragged them both out of the Royal Chamber that you and Zuko shared. An annoyed Zhang was left to chase after you guys.

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The head chamberlain waited at the courtyard, standing stiffly near the palanquin, it was painfully obvious that he hated the idea of you and Zuko going out to the festival. But he was pressured into it after getting teased by Zhang and Xaito.

“ Ah you are finally here. Now you all must be back an hour before midnight, who knows what sort of misdeeds happen at Azulon at those ungodly hours?” The chamberlain was mainly talking to himself as he parted the thick silk around the lowered wooden palanquin, gesturing for Zuko to get in.

“ Do not worry head chamberlain, we will be alright. You might as well try and enjoy the Moon Festival tonight.” You say to him as Zuko helps you into the palanquin.

It was warm inside, the thick red silk that shielded the inside from view paired with orange flames that danced on the torches just outside the palanquin emitted a red hue that was oh so familiar. Inside, you and Zuko sat on two comfortable seat cushions. And in the Palanquin just behind you was Lihua and Zhang.

“ Are you excited for the festival, my love?” Zuko asked you.

You were already facing him, it was one of your routines to braid his long loose hair when you had the chance, and that’s what you were currently doing. Your eyes met his ember ones,

“ Well, ofcourse. I heard from the maids that it’s going to be the most beautiful festival ever. And it’s my favourite festival and time of year anyway.” You told him.

Zuko chuckled, looking away from you and out onto the rocky environment was the palanquin decencies down the steep mountain that the palace stood on.

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As you and Zuko got down from the Palanquin, a large crowd had gathered nearby, cheering and bowing at the sight of the two of you. You and Zuko nodded in acknowledgement at the people and moved on down the road. The cobble stone road was lit up with orange flames that were lit on golden goblets, fire works erupted in the sky every five minutes. Stalls selling masks, fireworks, skewers of meet, storybooks, clothes were all lines up on the road. You and Zuko walked down the roads for a bit, before your eyes caught on a shimmering jewelry booth, you giggled slightly as you dragged Zuko over there, he complied without a word.

“ oh - oh my gosh. Your highness, it is such an honour for you to be here at my store.” The vendor shrieked as she fanned her hands frantically.

You and Zuko chuckled as you both looking down at the glittering accessories. Your eyes caught a beautiful red pair of earrings. You gasped as you pointed at it, “ How much are these?” You asked. “ That doesn’t matter - do you want it?” Zuko cut in. You looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. Zuko then shared a look with the vendor before she yelled “ Sold!”

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The bustling street side was filled with various stalls and delicacies. Lihua and your eyes immeadiately latched onto a sweet-smelling stand at the far corner of the street. You both shared a quick glance before running off, leaving Zuko and Zhang to watch as you sprinted off.

The stall was selling Mooncakes, your favourite festival dessert. The one dessert you waited months for every single year, despite knowing that the chefs at the palace could easel make it for you. I mean, where’s the thrill if you have it everyday?

“ How much for two?” Lihua questioned the man at the stall.

“ 20 gold coins.” He replied.

Lihua opened her purse but didn’t get the chance to pay as a man pushed her away, giving 20 coins to the vendor. You and Lihua looked over to see Xaito. With his usual smug grin, he flashed a wink as he handed the two their mooncakes.

“ I didn’t know you were coming, brother.” Zhang had now appeared, Zuko was just next to him, and they looked extremely irritated.

“ Well I don’t need to tell you everything I do, now do I?” Xaito shot back. Unhappy at the fact that his brother had to show up.

“ well, we should all spend some time together. The fire work show will begin in a bit, why don’t we go see that?” Zuko cut in, his words were rushed.

“ Sure, but ladies - I have to tell you, you have great taste in snacks. I love red bean paste filling too.” Xaito said before being pushed forward by Zuko.

You and Lihua shared a look.

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This was sooooo short and in SOOOO sorry abt that, but I wanted to finish the story and not drag it on too much cuz I feel like I do that a lot with stories. BUT ALSO GUYS PLS COMMENT, like give me ideas, requests or ANYTHING just say ANYTHING guys

[nebulaglitxh]

Firelord!Zuko x Wife!Reader

Established Relationship.

Warnings - None

Genre - Fluff

Please read authors note after reading pls!

Tonight, a royal banquet was being held at the FireLord’s palace in Azulon. The royal banquet was being held in honor of you, aka the Firelady. It was your birthday, and the banquet itself was held in one of the largest halls in the Palace, and about 500 people were currently sitting at tables and eating, talking, and dancing to music.

You and Zuko sat at the Lóng yî. A large, magnificent, gold-encrusted thing with very comfortable seating. You two were eating the delicious array of foods served for you by the servants from your shared Chabudai. Your friend, Lihua, also Zuko’s Chief Royal Advisor’s wife was sitting on your right, eating her own food delicately as her eyes scanned the bustling room. Next to her were your maids, all of them sitting comfortably and silently, flashing their practiced smiles at the crowd. You were not pleased when you discovered they were not permitted to eat during banquets, but the Head Chamberlain - a nuisance - strictly forbade you from exempting them from this rule, saying it was ‘a tradition and rule’. But that didn’t stop you from sneaking them delicacies that you had saved in a handkerchief after the banquet.

Zuko sat on your right, perfectly poised and perfectly royal. On his left was Zhang, Lihua’s husband - he was an intelligent man, but he was equally strange and funny. He was currently telling Zuko something, probably making fun of some official considering he had a strange glint in his dark eyes. Ever so often, a man or woman, or even an entire family would come and greet Zuko and you. Zuko would smile and nod, all you could do was hope they saw you smile through the thick silk screen that stood before you, covering your face.

You and Zuko had only been married for a month, and one of the oldest Fire Nation traditions was concealing the face of the Fire Lady for three months after marriage. According to this legend, the Fire Lady is prone to recieve jealousy or hatred from others during her first few months of marriage and a way to protect her from such negative energy was to conceal her face so that anyone with negative thoughts did not have a face to direct this hatred to. Which also meant that for the next three months, the only people who could see your face was Zuko, your maids and an exemption was made for Zhang and Lihua.

Almost everyone in the Fire Nation was curious, after your marriage to the Firelord, hundreds of rumours flew by the Palace and eventually made it out. It was rumored that the Fire Lady was extremely beautiful, as beautiful as a Fire Lily, the prettiest and most graceful woman in the whole Nation. It was rumoured she was kind and very captivating. When you had heard these rumours, you were flattered, definetely, but with such good rumours, there were definetely equally terrible ones. Ones that your maids wouldn’t care to bother you with.

You got lost in you train of thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed when General Xaito had now come past the royal guards and was now standing one step below you. He heaved a little, exerted from having to climb a million steps up. “ So guys, I figured out whats going on!” He said.

Xaito was Zhang’s step brother, unlike Zhang who was intelligent and restricted himself to paperwork and advisory. Xaito was a General in the Army, sure, he was very young, but he had a pure soul and a brave heart, not to mention he was a great strategist, he got along very well with Sokka. And he was also very into gossip. Maybe that’s why he didn’t have a wife - or a girlfriend, for that matter.

“ What do you mean?” Zuko asked him, furrowing his eyebrows.

“ Well, the chatter was extra loud today, and I knew something was up. I asked around and turns out after the Royal Council meeting yesterday, the court had seen a goddess !” Xaito said dramatically.

Zhang choked on his noodles cinematically. Punching his chest extra hard as he drank some wine from his goblet. “ You have to be kidding me, a goddess?”

“ I did not ask for your opinion in any of this, Zhang. Anyway, the court members think they say the Moon Goddess!” Xaito added. He was kneeling down ( obviously, he had to seem like he was showing respect to the Fire Lord in public, even though they were really good friends) but his hands were placed firmly on the Chabudai as emphasis. Now, even Lihua and the maids were listening in on the story eagerly.

“ The moon goddess? Who even is that?” Zhang questioned, and Zuko nodded, “ Ive never heard of such a goddess before.”

“ I believe he is referring to the Legend of Sayaka. The legend states that she was the Fire Lady of the Fire nation hundreds of years ago. She was the most beautiful woman in all of the land, as elegant and graceful as a swan, and very kind and compassionate. She was very loved by the people. However her sister, who was only a mere concubine to the Fire Lord, grew jealous of her over time. Lady Sayaka was known for loving the moon and the night, and one day her sister called her to come and see a lunar eclipse by the Grand Palace pond. Lady Sayaka was betrayed that night, just when the sun had fully covered the moon - her sister pushed her into the deep pond, where she drowned and died. It is rumoured that if you ever see a beautiful woman sitting by a pond while looking up at the moon at night, it is the spirit of Lady Sayaka, wanting to see the moon, because she died while the sun was up. People call her the ‘Moon Goddess’ because she was as beautiful as the moon at night.” You said, your voice silky. You swore you saw Xaito’s cheeks turn pink, but that was probably just the silk…right?

“That seems like a beautiful but also devastating story.” Lihua said from next to you.

“ It does, but you’re saying that the court members actually saw her? That’s a lie, it’s just a legend that mothers tell their children when putting them to sleep at night.” Zhang replied.

“ Oh of course, I’m sure that 50 people are entirely crazy and hallucinated seeing a beautiful woman by the Grand Palace pond. I mean you heard the Fire Lady! She said that according to the legend that’s where she died, it makes alot of sense if she appeared there.” Xaito hollered.

“ Well… what did they say about this woman?” Zuko questioned, Zuko liked folklore, myths and legends so it made sense he was interested.

“ Well apparently she was super gorgeous, they said that, and I quote - “ Her face was pale and clear, just like the moon, except for one mole just underneath her left eye, her lips were painted red and her hair was long and styled in a Gao Ji and beautiful, expensive Liusu and Buyao decorated her hair. She was wearing a long expensive silk Hanfu, it’s was red and gold. And she wore expensive pendants, rings and bangles on her neck and arms. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and many can agree with me.” ”

Xaito said this commentary while mimicking a deep voice. The maids all giggled while watching him.

“ This must be some woman, then” Lihua commented.

“ The love of my life, definetely.” Xaito replied, a dreamy look falling over his eyes.

“ You can’t fall in love with a spirit, Xaito. Even though you’re you…I’m sure you’ll find some poor girl with terrible taste in men.” Zhang commented. You and Lihua shared a glance before stifling your laughs.

“ First of all, you need to shut up. Second of all, even if she’s a spirit, she’s totally my type. I can still fantasize about her - maybe if I’m lucky she will appear in my dreams!” Xaito replied. Zuko shook his head as Xaito skipped away.

“ He needs to get in check. He acts like a teenager when he’s really 23!” Zhang sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“ He’s young, let him keep his whimsy and let’s hope he doesn’t turn out like you.” Lihua shot back, teasingly.

Zhang gave her an annoyed look back.

You got lost in a frantic train of thoughts until Zuko’s warm hand encasing yours brought you back to reality. Zuko looked over at you.

“ Are you alright? You seem a bit…off.” He said.

You should your head, “ I’m fine, don’t worry.”

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The banquet soon came to an end, and now you and Zuko were back in your shared bedroom together.

“ Are you sure you don’t have anything to say to me?” Zuko asked once again. He stood by the dresser, taking off his golden headpiece, letting his long strands of hair fall over onto his shoulders. You stood next to him, removing your Liusu and bunyao from your hair. Your hair was much longer than him, but it was usual tied up traditionally.

“ No, everything is alright. Don’t worry about it Zuko.”

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2 months later, another royal banquet, this time more ceremonial, was taking place. You and Zuko were dressed in heavy, red and golden traditional Fire Nation attire. The two of you sat at your thrown, so high up that you could see the mountains surrounding Azulon. Below, was the Council, and a large crowd of people, not only nobility but also the commoners. Today was the day the Fire Lady’s face was announced to the world, and the Fire Nation. The day everybody had been eagerly waiting for.

Lihua, who was your head advisor, stood next to you. Her job was to lower the silk screen and reveal your face. She gave you and encouraging thumbs up and smile. And Zhang stood with Xaito just a few feet away, on Zuko’s side. You were, obviously, extremely nervous. But not exactly for the reason anyone was expecting.

The Fire Sages finished their ceremonial chant.

“ You May Now Reveal The Fire Lady’s Face!” The head Fire sage screamed from below.

Lihua stretched out her arm, slowly removing the screen, you sucked in a breath before giving your best smile. For a moment, everything was silent, everyone just stared at you. Then everything turned into a fit of hollering.

“ Isn’t that the moon goddess from the Grand Palace Ponds!?” Some council members screeched from below.

“ She is so beautiful, no wonder she is the Fire Lady” someone else said loudly.

“ Wait, but how is our Fire lady also a goddess?” Someone questioned.

From next to Zhang, Xaito’s mouth now reached his ankles. He stuttered, trying to form an intelligible sentence.

“ Wait - you - goddess - hold on - you’re a goddess? Are you a spiritual being? Wait, are you even real? You are really pretty…” Zhang slapped a hand over Xaito’s mouth before he said something that would urge Zuko to declare a death penalty onto him.

“ What are they talking about?” Zuko asked you, seemingly trying to ignore what Xaito had just been rambling about.

“ So…the truth is, that night after the council meeting, me and Lihua had come to see the pond and hang out. But we didn’t realise the council meeting would be finishing so soon, and before I could get away, I assume some council members saw my face. I only got to know about it at my Birthday Banquet when Xaito mentioned it…I didn’t know how to tell you. I mean I myself was shocked about everything everyone was saying.” You said, not able to look Zuko in the eyes.

Zuko used his finger to push your chin up so that your eyes met his.

“ You should have just told me, especially because everyone is basically in love with my wife now, it seems.” He added the last part playfully, though Zhang and Xaito both gave a little help from behind him.

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I depicted Fire Nation people and Fire Nation culture to be a mix of Japanese and Chinese. And I’m pretty sure the writers of the show also confirmed that the Fire Nation was inspired by and was written to resemble Imperial Japan. Which makes sense to me, because even all of the Fire Nation characters in the show all seem East Asian to me. That’s why I used a lot of words that are from Ancient Japanese and Chinese culture. So if your confused here’s a little log !

( disclaimer) NONE of the ‘Legends’ or ‘traditions’ regarding the Fire Lady is historically accurate or culturally accurate towards Ancient China or Japan that’s just stuff I made up.

Lòng Yî - Refers to the ‘Dragon Throne’ or Imperial Throne in Chinese Culture.

Chabudai - A traditional Japanese low-legged table. Generally used for dining, tea and daily activities.

Gao Ji- translates to ‘ High bun’ or ‘ Top knot’ it is a traditional Chinese hairstyle, often decorated with ornaments.

Liusu- Traditional Chinese jewelry and accessory. ( Can be Hairpin, book mark etc.)

Buyao - Traditional Chinese women’s hair ornament made with either silver or gold and decorated with gems, designed to sway or shake with every step the wearer took.

Obviously if there are any inaccuracies please mention it in the comment and I value everyone’s opinion.

Idk why I wanted to write this but I had this idea in my head for a while so that’s probably why. I low-key like Zhang, Lihua and Xaito as characters and I wanna keep on writing stories featuring them but anyway if u like this story and want more tell me in the commments. Or if you have any requests please tell me

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Firelord!Zuko x Wife!reader

Established relationship. Best Friends as well as Lovers trope.

Genre - Fluff

Being the Fire Lady was not easy whatsoever, especially for someone who wasn’t exactly prepared for the role. I had worked in the Fire Lord’s council since Zuko became the Fire Lord, acting as his Royal Advisor. It was mainly because I was Zuko’s childhood best friend and he didn’t trust anyone else to be his Advisor and also because I understood how to handle the job.

Noble women born into Aristocratic families often have a certain duty, to marry into the royal family and achieve a high status. And they often train themselves for the role, hoping to fulfill their duty to their family. Though I was born into an aristocratic family I did not recieve such training. Instead I was banished from the Fire Nation alongside Zuko at the ripe age of 13. But that was a long time ago.

I never expected to end up getting betrothed to Zuko, in fact I believed we would both remain ‘close friends’ forever, but I guess my heart got in the way and so did Zuko’s.

Anyway back to the point, as the Fire Lady I had my own duties to fulfill and rules to follow. And it was extremely tiresome. And today was the Fire Festival, the most popular and loved festival in the nation, where people come together to celebrate their heritage and also to have lots of fun. A duty of mine as the Fire Lady was to prepare everything for the said festival and so I had worked my ass off getting everything ready. Zuko and I made our royal appearance and announced the beginning of the festival earlier this evening, and now dusk had completely fallen. The royal palace is quiet tonight - guards, maids, servants and members of the council were all given a day off to celebrate the Festival.

I was alone in my shared bedroom with Zuko, standing on the balcony, looking down at the main city which emitted a warm red and orange hue. The streets were bustling and the enjoyment and laughter of the citizens could be heard throughout. Normally the Fire Lord and Lady would be present at the event, entertaining guests and engaging with the public but due to the rise of the Red Lotus, a group opposing the White lotus - the council thought it would be better for our safety for us to remain in the palace. Prettttyyyy boring.

I heard the huge entrance door open softly, and looked behind my shoulder to see Zuko walking into the room, his usual hair style - a half up half down, with his top knot being decorated with a glamorous head piece was disheveled, signaling that had probably dozed off a few times while working. He removed his crown piece and left it on the dresser before walking over to me in silence, though a trace of a smile appeared on his face.

“ Hey,” I said breathlessly, my head tilting upwards to look at him as I placed my hand on his chest which was adorned with his usual golden Fire Lord armor. He in return placed his hands on my hips before replying, “ Hey” he said back. For a moment we were silent, in those seconds of silence I stared at his face, his eyes twinkled in a mischievous way and he looked as though he was itching to tell me something.

“ Zuko, you have something to tell me…don’t you?” I asked slowly, tilting my head slightly as I arched an eyebrow at him.

“ Maybe…” his voice drifted off as he looked back into my expectant eyes. “ Alright, so, Sokka wrote to me saying that everyone would be in Azulon for the Festival….and it would be a shame if we didn’t go, right?” He averted his gaze from me, looking anywhere but my eyes.

“ What are you suggesting?” I said, narrowing my eyes at him slightly.

“ Well, I figured since I do actually have some extra cloaks in the cupboard, we could sneak down there….and you know - see them.” He said, breaking away from me as he jerked his head slightly to our large and unused cupboard. I gasped, “ Fire Lord Zuko! Are you suggesting that we go behind the Councils back at sneak away to Azulon for the night?” It only took me a few seconds to change my expression into a sly smirk. “ Well, then let’s get to it.” Zuko grinned back at me.

Zuko and I were now wearing less-extravagant clothes ( as less-extravagant as our clothes could get) as well as large black cloaks which covered our faces and identities. Though there were no guards today and even though Zuko is the Fire Lord and could order whatever he wanted - we decided to save ourselves the trouble and leave through a secret opening through the vines in the Royal Gardens.

“ I forgot this existed!” I exclaimed as Zuko and I crouched through the vines. The last time I had ever interacted with this secret opening was years ago when i was a child, Azula, Zuko’s sister was the one to find it and she dared Zuko to go through it and when he did, she blocked the opening leaving Zuko outside. It took a while for us to convince the guards that the Prince of the Fire Nation was stuck outside the walls.

“ I noticed it a few days ago and I didn’t really think it would come in handy until now.” Zuko said, grunting slightly as he struggled through the opening, okay, he was maybe a little too big to be honest, his shoulder were pretty broad. I had to help him by pulling him slightly but in the end it worked out. And now we were running down a large hill until we reach the entrance to the city - again, completely unguarded.

“ Well that was easier than I expected.” I replied as me and Zuko travelled through the crowds. Zuko gave a groan in response as he massaged his aching shoulder. “ There’s no point in looking for anyone in this crowd, do you want to do something else?” I added, looking around us, there were hundreds of citizens roaming around and enjoying the festival, children playing as they happily ran around, merchants selling different masks and delicacies

“ Sure. But what do you want to do, darling?” My cheeks flushed at the pet name, it had been years but I still could not get over it. My eyes darted around before latching onto a carnival game booth. It seemed to involve darts which I was terrible at, but it seemed fun.

“ We should play that game, you can get a prize!” I said excitedly, Zuko chuckled in amusements before agreeing. I pulled him by the hand until we reached the booth. “ Hello, pretty lady. Are you interested in playing my very worthwhile game in which you can win these adorable plushies?” The merchant dramatically said, showing me a very cute red dragon plushie. Okay now I need that. Zuko’s face was pretty sour looking, he was the jealous type so I’m sure someone calling me ‘ pretty lady’ did not sit well with him. I placed a hand on his shoulder in a way to tell him, ‘ Calm down, I don’t like it when you jail people for flirting with me’

“ I’ll give it a shot.” I replied, while Zuko reached over to hand the merchant the money.

“ Alright, the aim of the game is to hit three of these 9 balloons with these 5 darts, if you get all three, you’ll get this dragon plushie.” Well looks like I’ll have to put my everything into this. Zuko have me a reassuring look, as if to say ‘ Go for it!’ So I picked up the darts nervously, well I was pretty bad it, I missed the first dart and then my second. I was starting actually get upset that I wouldn’t get that plushie, when suddenly, as I threw my third dart, it zipped past and hit a balloon with fiery lightning speed. ZUKO! Of course he would help, it was definitely a very him thing to do. And so I watched as my next to darts hit two balloons spot on. “ Wow, you’re on fire!” The merchant said handing me the plushie with a downcast look, he was probably thinking his stand would be a hustle for him.

“ Thank you” Zuko and I both replied as we walked off, it didn’t take me five minutes to punch Zuko in the gut. “ Why would you help me!?” I demanded, Zuko wheezed as he straightened himself, a very casual look spreading across his face. “ Well you wanted to win that so bad, I couldn’t let this night be ruined.” He replied slyly as he used his strong arm to pull me closer to him by the waist. “ Well, I’m sure I could have gotten those last three balloons on my own.” I huffed, looking away playfully. Zuko rolled his eyes in response before giving me a “ Uh-huh” though he still kept me close to him.

Barely a few minutes past before Zuko attacked my lips. He bent down until I had to lean on a nearby wall for support, Zuko stablized me by placing one arm that wrapped around my waist and the other that held my face and partially my neck. I yelped in suprise before wrapping my arms around his neck, removing his cloak to play with his long dark hair.

“ What the hell is going on here!?” Sokka’s voice ran out, both of us shot apart, appalled at the sight infront of us. Sokka and Aang stood infront of us, disgusted and astounded while behind them was…..the head chamberlain with an incredibly distraught look on his face.

“ Your highness’ WHAT do you think you are doing? Did we not come to the agreement that you stay in the palace, it is highly dangerous here, and why must you do such unlawful things in the middle of the street, luckily no one else- ” The Head Chamberlain rambled on, his face even redder than mine and Zuko’s.

Zuko and I shared one final look before darting the opposite way, leaving Sokka, Aang and an enraged chamberlain to chase after us.

- please comment if you want a part 2, in my opinion this is low-key bad but if anyone wants one I’m happy to write it. I mainly made this cuz Zuko in the new movie edits was SO fine and im sure most people can agree.