I see you have avatar the last airbeder on the list n wanted to make a request
Like imagine once the event after defeating the fire lord imagine that Zuko gotten some words from his Navy that they spotted what seems to be water benders at the far end of their routes, and Zuko asked the Aang crew to investigate
How would the reaction be if they see that these water benders are like the swamp benders but they're nomads and travel to volcanic islands or isolated islands ( taking inspiration of Polynesian)
Sorry I'm using Google translate
A/N: Okay so, I don't really have much knowledge when it comes to Polynesian culture and therefore had to do some research online. So I don't know how accurate this will be. Feel free to correct me so I can either re-write it in the future or edit it.
And for the future, for anyone who has a request, please be specific on what kind of fic you guys want; one-shot, series, hc, etc. Or else I'm going to choose and it might not be what you expected it to be.
✦ So-- Zuko wasn't really specific when he mentioned that his soldiers had reported to him the appearance of what appeared to be waterbenders. Now the gang was flying over the Fire Nation waters, searching for a needle in a haystack. A really huge, seemingly endless haystack of water.
✦ The only ones who did not seem tired so far were Aang and Katara. The young waterbender master was curious about them. She never heard of waterbenders so far away from South or North Pole -- but in her defense, she didn't even know about the benders back in the swamp. So she was naturally intrigued to meet more people like her. Especially ones so close to the Fire Nation.
✦ They had caught a glimpse of a person with tattos of different symbols by the beach bending the water, but before they could get close to them, they had already disappeared.
✦ The gaang then was split into two teams of two. Sokka and Toph. Aang and Katara.
✦ Team Toph/Sokka found them first due to Toph's seismic sense. Team Kataang found them because of Sokka's screams when they ambushed them from the trees.
✦ Aang and Katara were the ones who went with this the peaceful way - explaining to the inhabitats of the island what they were doing there and they meant no harm.
✦ They discovered that the people there had been isolated for the past hundred years ever since Sozin declared war to every nation and they were not too fond of strangers due to the fact that they had lost so many people to the Fire Nation.
✦ Once everything was explained to them, they let Sokka go and welcomed them to their island - although they were still skeptical about the war being over.
✦ The person from earlier volunteered to show them around their tribe's village and was more than happy to answer any questions they had as they apologised for the misunderstanding again.
✦ Sokka enjoyed the craftsmanship; they did not rely on waterbending, they would use the nature around them to build things. The people there even taught him how to construct sophisticated voyaging canoes, how they could make large fortified villages, extensive agricultural systems, and impressive stone structures.
✦ Sokka, of course, wasn't the only who enjoyed the culture.
✦ Toph was a big fan of the fighting styles and she even taught the people some of her own moves which they could use.
✦ Aang adapted and even though some of their ways did not align with the Air Nomad's, Aang was extremely respectful and still willing to learn more.
✦ He offered to help them around with any problems they might have faced and even entertaining the children with his airbending tricks—since no one has ever seen an airbender in a long time.
✦ As for Katara. She loved everything and just like Aang, she adapted. A lot easier than Aang.
✦ She wanted to learn everything about them; the meaning behind every tattoo and symbol, their waterbending ways, their dances, and overall culture.
Can you write a cute Suki and Airbender! Little sister! Reader headcannon?
The two of you are very close to one another, and it’s rare to see one of you without the other trailing close behind
Suki is very protective of you considering the fact that if the Fire Nation knew about you they’d snatch you away in an instant
Though she’s a non-bender Suki does her best to help you practice and develop your air bending skills
She also teaches you in the art of stealth and trains you along with the other Kyoshi Warriors so that you master both hand to hand combat as well as bending
She encourages you to blend the two styles together, and this in turn makes for a unique though graceful fighter
Suki helps you do your makeup and always helps you into your uniform, making sure to adjust anything that’s crooked or out of place
Lots of hugs. Suki gives very tight hugs but they always make you feel safe and secure
You see Suki as more of a mom than a sister if anything considering how much she’s done for you
Sokka gets your stamp of approval, and the two of you actually love to run off and create mischief much to Suki’s dismay
However, any guy or gal who wants to date you has to go through Suki first. Only a select few have actually gotten the Suki stamp of approval
You both would lay your lives down on the line for each other if it ever came down to it
You don’t know what you’d do without your sister, and Suki feels the same way
I don’t know if it was ever confirmed, but imagine being the one to find Sokka’s Meteor Sword (that he lost in the final battle) and returning it to him.
two more days.
two more days’ walking, and you’ll get to the Capital. two more days’ walking, and your weeks-long journey will finally come to an end.
you nibble on the piece of carefully wrapped bread that you purchased in the last village you passed through. it’s a sunny day, so you found a tree casting shade to sit and rest in. beside you sits your backpack, your bedroll, and tied to your pack the dark metal sword.
it was an insane idea, at first. after scouring the battlefield -- burned, then flooded -- for survivors, or corpses, or anything salvageable at all, you found the sword sticking up from ash-covered soil like it was a thing from legend. black blade against a blackened background, it gave you chills the first time you laid eyes upon it.
a rare sword, it is. not many weapons are that well-made, and made of this particular material. you took it home, cleaned it, polished it. never really knew what to do with it, to be honest -- you’re no swordsmaster. you’re a traveller. someone who knows people and places.
but you took it with you, wrapped in cloth and bound with twine. foolish, in hindsight; it could so easily have been stolen off of you. it still could be. but you did it anyway, not even knowing what to do with it, and by some sort of miracle you were still in possession of it when you ran into a few members of the White Lotus.
well-worn travellers like yourself know a lot of people in a lot of places. you’re no official member of the White Lotus -- though you’d say the relationship you have with them is one of understanding and respect. some well-known figures rank high amongst its members. you’ve had tea with General Iroh of the Fire Nation, as well as King Bumi of Omashu, and other such figures.
but that’s none of your business, of course. you’re merely a traveller.
however, you had to admit that the small Fire Nation village of Bluevalley is not where you’d expected a White Lotus headquarters to be.
“why, hello, Y/N. how nice that our paths cross again.” the General’s eyes twinkled.
you tipped your hat in respect -- a bow without bowing -- and smile. “an honour, as always.”
“tea?”
“that only seems appropriate, doesn’t it?”
Iroh smiled. “indeed it does.”
it was a cozy yet functional headquarters, with a low table and no windows. you didn’t waste time looking around. that was not what you were there for. you were there to have tea; a traveller enjoying old friends’ hospitality.
none of the men asked you what you were doing here, and you did the same. you talked about small things; your recent discoveries regarding various flora and their applications, spiritual talk; vague enough for there to be no real substance to the conversation, yet enough to keep it going nonetheless.
but your attention was focused on Master Piandao. known master of swordfighting, teacher only to those he deems worthy. you thought he might be interested in the blade you carried.
“master Piandao.”
he slowly took a sip of tea, then looked at you. “yes, Y/N?”
“I have something I’d like you to take a look at.”
Piandao raised an eyebrow. “do you, now?”
you nodded, gingerly setting your teacup on the table and turning to retrieve your bag, which sat against the wall, next to the door. sticking out of the flap was the sword, wrapped in fabric to conceal and protect the blade. you heaved it out, walking back to the men and laying it out across the table, working to untie the knots. you watched Piandao’s face carefully as the fabric fell away, trying to gauge his reaction.
but he was not a high-ranking member of the White Lotus for nothing, and his expression revealed nothing – until his lips curled into a faint smile. “yes. I know this blade.”
it surprised you, because in reality you hadn’t expected him to know this particular sword out of every sword he must have encountered in his life. but he apparently did, and you leaned forward, interest increased tenfold. “you – you do?”
Piandao lifted it, inspected corners and balance, before gently setting it back on its fabric encasing. “yes. and I’m sure you have heard of him too.” he smiled at you, eyes twinkling. “he is part of the Avatar’s closest friends, after all.”
you stare at him blankly. “you’re not serious.”
“I can assure you I am very much serious.” he cast another look at the sword.
on the other side of the table, Iroh nodded. “Sokka is very skilled with it. however, I was under the assumption he lost it during the Battle of Sozin’s Comet.”
you shrugged. “I think he did. I just found it, cleaned it. figured I’d try to find its owner.”
Piandao looked at you, estranged. “that is very noble of you, Y/N. not many people would have done the same thing.”
you winked at him. “I’m not like most people, Master Piandao.”
he laughed softly. “that, you aren’t.”
that had been weeks ago. you’d figured you’d just make for the Fire Nation Capital, since that’s where the Avatar and his posse reside at the moment. what to do when you get there – how to actually meet Sokka, actual war hero and probably bearer of a bunch of other titles by now – was a whole other problem, but you’d cross that bridge when you got to it.
two more days, and you’ll get to the wall.
you knock back the last of your water – you’ll have to find a pond or a spring soon to fill it – and stand, swinging your pack onto your back, heaving a sigh. two more days.
the walls of the Capital are even taller than you imagined them to be. inside, you can tell city life is buzzing, people bustling around, shouts and laughter drifting through the air; they’re celebrating still, despite the defeat of Ozai and the ascension of Fire Lord Zuko being a solid two months past already. you’ve heard that the Capital has never been this alive.
“halt.” four guards at the gates, stopping people, exchanging a few words with them, then sending them on their way. you tilt up your hat, putting on your least mysterious smile.
“what is your business in the city?”
“I’m merely a traveller, sir. just passing through. my cousin has a tea shop here.” the lie flows from your lips with ease.
the guard looks you up and down, not looking entirely convinced. “anything to declare?”
“no, sir.” you’d tried to conceal the sword as best you could. now, barely the tip of the blade was sticking out of your pack, and you’d managed to cover that up pretty well with your bedroll. they’d have to go rummaging through your stuff to find it.
the guard looks you over one more time, then shrugs and steps aside. “all right. enjoy your stay.”
you smile at him. “thank you. I will.”
it takes you another day to reach the inner Capital inside the Capital. hm. here was where you’d need to either be creative, or ask to meet Sokka. how successful of an endeavor that would be, you weren’t sure of. you’ll just have to… figure something out.
okay. attempt one. you leave your pack at the cheap inn you stayed at the previous night – it stings a little, but also, there’s nothing in there you can’t get in the city. life as a traveller taught you to not get too attached to your pack or its contents. except, of course, for the sword, which you strap across your back. it’s wrapped in one more layer of dark green cloth, to better conceal its shape.
a walk around the wall tells you it is… very well guarded. there are two points of entry, both gates watched by four guards. the shift change is well coordinated, so sneaking in during it is not feasible either. and even if you did manage to slip past the guards, the gates themselves are bolted shut from the inside.
there is simply no way for you to get in.
as you’re racking your brain, wondering if you’re really going to risk getting arrested for this sword and this man you don’t know and you’re being so dumb and such an idiot – the gates open, and there he is. just stepping out of the palace grounds, like it’s no big deal. like there aren’t countless youths stood outside the gates, just waiting for him to appear, maybe smile at them, give them even the tiniest bit of his attention.
you stare at him, because the coincidence is just too hysterical. he’s giving the people around him awkward waves and even awkwarder grins, clearly having no clue what to do with himself around all this attention. he’s flanked by two guards – not surprising – and slowly makes his way across the square. you follow him with one eye, frantically scribbling a note at the same time.
you can’t just walk up to him. hi, hello, you don’t know me, but I have a sword to give you. the guards would be mad to let you approach at all; they’ve probably been trained to shield him from any human interaction that isn’t with his trusted friends – all of them just as unreachable for someone like you.
but a note… you can slip him a note. he doesn’t look like someone who would shy away from a cryptic message asking him to meet you in the park an hour after sundown. does he?
so you get up and hurry after him, eyes latched onto the blue of his clothes, tracing the lines of his body and observing the spring in his step with a crooked grin on your face. he doesn’t look like a war hero, that’s for sure.
but you often found that looks can be deceiving, and that those who might not look like much have the most to offer.
you catch up with them in a busy street – even busier, after Sokka’s arrival – and manage to sidle up to them unnoticed.
one of the guards looks around, disapproval clear in his expression. “I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just take the carrier. someone of your status –”
“no, no, no. the carrier – are you serious? that’s, like, Zuko levels of pretentious. I already feel super awkward with all this – uh – attention –” you roll your eyes – “I mean, not that I don’t enjoy it, but, you know –”
his voice gets drowned out by the noise of the crowd, and you shake your head, shuffling forward, waiting for an opening that’ll allow you to slip the note in his pocket. you don’t have to wait that long; it’s easy enough to pretend you trip and fall, having to grab onto Sokka’s arm to keep yourself from crashing down. the guards raise their hands, alarm sparking in their expression; but Sokka ignores them, helping you up.
“you okay?”
you nod, tucking the folded piece of paper between the folds of his clothes. “yes, thank you. I’m sorry.”
“don’t worry about it,” he says airily, with a smile that makes you understand all of a sudden why so many people are fawning over him left and right.
he frowns, opens his mouth, and you duck your head down, grateful your hat conceals most of your face. someone calls Sokka’s name. he looks up, and you use the moment of confusion to slip away into the crowd.
you’re sat on wall surrounding the parks, watching the twinkling lights spreading far into the city, waiting for him. the sword is still strapped to your back. one knee is drawn up to your chest, and you keep an eye out on the park gates.
sure enough, after a while, a figure enters the park that can only be him. you grin, waiting until he’s passed by you before you drop to the ground and clearing your throat.
he whirls around, hands moving to grab the hilt at his side – a sword. you smile. “hello.”
“do I know you?”
“no, I suppose you wouldn’t.” you tip your hat. “you don’t have to be so nervous. I’m not going to fight you.”
“I don’t know that.”
“sure. I’ll be gone before you know it, anyway.”
Sokka scowls. “why did you ask me to meet you here?”
you reach behind your back, shooting him an irritated look when his grip on his sword tightens. “relax. I just have a present for you.”
“if you try anything –”
“what, your friends will jump out from hidden corners and murder me where I stand? come on, man,” you scoff, holding the package out to him.
Sokka looks at it suspiciously for a moment before he sheaths his sword, accepts the package, starts to unwrap it. when the cloth falls away and the sword is revealed, his eyes go wide as saucers, and his knuckles go white around the hilt of the blade. he looks at you, then at the sword, back at you, back at the sword.
“this is – this is my spa – I mean – my meteor sword,” he stammers. “I – I lost this. months ago.”
“and I found it. and got it back to you.” you shift your weight, cross your arms. “Master Piandao says hello, by the way.”
Sokka is looking more and more confused. “you know Piandao?”
“something like that.”
he exhales shakily, holds the blade to his chest. “who are you?”
you smile, already planning to make your mysterious exit and never see him again – or something like that. maybe you’ll stay a bit. Sokka intrigues you.
Hi, in ur rules u said u only write character x reader, but would it be okay if i request a gif imagine with airbender reader and the gaang girls swimming together, messing around and having fun? Like they play water games and stuff? With no love interest?
This does include the reader, so I can definitely do it! And I actually don’t write explicitly romantic stuff for the ATLA characters, so this cute platonic stuff is perfect! Added to the writing list, thank you for requesting 😁
please please please do some zuko x reader! you are literally the only person I’ve found who does good avatar fics and I would love to read more!
Zuko gritted his teeth. It was a physical pull. He could feel it rising to the surface, shoving past every piece of restraint he had built up over the past few years.
He was emperor now. There was absolutely no room for this kind of behaviour, this kind of short temper. He had a nation who were looking to him for support and guidance, and yet he couldn’t even get a hold of his own fury.
How was he ever meant to lead? How was he ever meant to be who these people needed him to be?
The scar on his face played as a sick reminder of what anger could make a person do; his father had been angry the day he gave Zuko that scar, infuriated that his son wasn’t enough, that Zuko couldn’t be the man he wanted him to be. His father had once believed that he had the power to build Zuko into something he wasn’t - and he had been wrong. Being wrong made him mad.
Zuko looked away from the mirror, wincing as if his reflection had somehow physically injured him. He had gotten over the horrors of his scar long ago, so why did they decide to come back now? Why did they decide that now - with Zuko at his peak - was a good time to make an appearance?
“Zuko.”
He flinched, fingers curling at his sides. He had been certain the door was locked. From the very moment he felt his anger rising, he had turned and fled, making sure nobody followed him - and nobody had dared.
Nobody but you, of course, but you were an exception to almost every rule Zuko had ever laid out amongst his court.
You were standing there, hands knitted in front of you, eyebrows drawn together in concern. You held his gaze even when he bared his teeth at you, even when he span and slammed his fist into the mirror he had only just been looking at.
The glass pierced his skin. Blood seeped between his knuckles, but he could only stare at the steady drip of red as it dribbled down his wrist and landed in soft droplets upon the white, glass-covered desk.
He panted. He couldn’t really breathe. He couldn’t really feel. He couldn’t really do anything.
“I can’t do this,” he choked out.
The sound of your boots hitting the floor in a single footstep sounded behind him before your fingers were wrapping around his upper arm, drawing him away from the smashed mirror, drawing him away from the mess he had made.
“You’re okay,” you said simply. Your voice soothed him, no matter how simple the reassurance had been.
Gently, you pushed him back onto the silk sheets of his bed and took his fist in your hand. He watched you closely as you started taking the shards of glass from his flesh, not once flinching as the shards slid from their place in his hand. You did it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if you were used to Zuko punching mirrors and injuring himself.
He wanted to tell you to leave, because this wasn’t your job. This wasn’t something you had to do, should ever have to do, but he said nothing. The feel of your fingers wrapping around his wrist, steadying his trembling hand, was enough to have the entirety of his body steadying as well, bringing his mind back to where it needed to be.
You always did that. Even when you were silent, even when you were doing nothing but giving him that comforting smile of yours - you soothed him to the point where he believed in himself again.
“You’re going to need a bandage,” you said, not looking up from your work. “I can stop the bleeding, but you’re gonna need something to hold the skin together.”
“I know,” he muttered.
“I’ll go and get you one. I’m sure there’s some left in the-”
Even as you spoke, you turned to leave, and Zuko panicked. He wasn’t sure why, but his chest clenched and a small gasp escaped him as he shot forward and grabbed your wrist.
You stopped dead in your tracks, head snapping around and glancing at where his fingers met your flesh - was he gripping too hard? Were you threatened?
Slowly, he loosened his hold and sat back, awkwardly shuffling himself around on the silk sheets. You turned to look at him, tilting your head just slightly to the side, just enough that the sun glittered off the collar of your Fire Nation robes and cast a beautiful golden glow across your skin.
“I don’t want you to leave yet.” The words were awkward, sounding almost rehearsed even though they were the most spontaneous thing he had ever said in his life.
Your eyes didn’t widen. You didn’t gasp. You didn’t swing around and slap him for having the nerve to think you just had that kind of time to spare. You simply nodded, lowering yourself to the floor in front of him. You folded your legs over one another and leaned back against the wardrobe behind you, staring up at him with that monotone, unreadable expression that he loved so much.
“Well, Emperor Zuko,” you said. “You want me to stay. I expect entertainment.”
“I just wanted your company.”
“You can have my company at any time. I thought I told you that.”
Zuko dumbly shook his head.
“Well,” you said, quieter now. “Just for the record, you can have my company at any time, Emperor Zuko. I live to serve thee.”
Zuko winced. “Don’t speak like that.”
“Everybody else talks to you like that.”
“But you’re not everybody else.” He sighed, ducking his head forward until he could no longer see the teasing smile slowly creeping upon your face. He often got like that when he was around you, and he hated it. It was another breach of his control, another exception that he made for you, even though it was one he truly couldn’t afford to make.
“I don’t think I understand,” you said after a moment, and Zuko could hear the grin in your voice, because you knew full well what he meant.
He peeked at you through the gap in his fingers. You had since straightened your expression out, was looking at him with that tilt of your head, and yet he saw the slight twitch in the corner of your mouth, fighting desperately to keep your face deadpan.
“You know, I’m almost sure that it’s a crime to tease your emperor.”
You shrugged. “Lock me up then, O’Great One.”
“Come here.”
And you didn’t hesitate, didn’t even falter when you stood up and walked towards him. It was like a magnet drawn to metal, his arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you down into his lap despite the pain that immediately flared from his hand.
He relished in the small gasp you let out upon being pulled into his lap, and yet you didn’t smile nor show any other sign of surprise. Zuko sighed, knowing he might as well give up trying to make you falter - you were different, always had been, and he just had to accept that.
He had accepted that, though he only realised it now as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, pressed a soft kiss to the skin just below your ear. You didn’t repel, but leaned into his touch and hummed.
“So I risk being locked up for teasing you, but it’s perfectly acceptable for you to tease me, Emperor Zuko?” you whispered.
“I think that’s how the hierarchy works, yes,” he replied, voice muffled by your neck.
Yay! I’m mainly doing this to get back into writing, and I’m weirdly excited about it haha!
I’ll do headcanons and drabbles, and while my fav are Zukka and Mailee, I’m open to pretty much any ships except ma*ko and z*tara, so get wild my dears!
I’ll reply to your asks as soon as the request is posted, or right away if I have questions or can’t do it!
