summary. zuko travels with the gaang to a small island to celebrate a festival held in their honour, expecting little more than speeches, heat, and a few days away from court.
instead, he meets a dancer and finds himself feeling love, desire, and want in ways he never has before. the only problem is she wants nothing to do with men like him.
pairing. firelord/zuko x fem!oc﹒♡﹒ genre. angst, smut, romance, post canon au ﹒♡﹒ wc: 4.3+ ﹒♡﹒ 18+ mdni! ﹒♡﹒ cw: tension, language, smut, racial discrimination, drinking ( alcohol), mtba.....
note : I struggled so much with this chapter, I kept trying to make it good snd perfect but the more I kept going at it, I started hating it even more so here it is voila and I had problems pasting this on here too, it somehow got pasted twice idk but enjoy
xoxo, kiki
!!! disclaimer !!! the FMC is desi/brown girl-coded and heavily inspired by desi/brown culture. That said, you can absolutely imagine her however you like that's part of the fun, and why we're all here anyway. it's also crossed posted on ao3
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— Unknown
The room smelled faintly of jasmine and wet stone. Soft music drifted somewhere deeper in the estate while rain tapped gently against the open windows overlooking the garden below.
I sat at the low table poured tea with precision. One cup for myself and one for the shaking man kneeling across from me.
He had no reason to be shaking and quivering in his boots like that, it wasn’t like I was going too kill him. Steam curled between us, I smiled at him.
As if it was a reflex, you could hear his heart sink even more yet neither of us spoke.
I never liked silence, too unsettling.
My rings clicked softly against the porcelain as I lifted my cup.
“So, tell me child,” I said calmly. “What news have you brought me from the colonies?”
His back straightened as quicker than a ruler. “The Fire Nation continues construction along the western Earth Kingdom coast,” he answered carefully. “They’re calling it a unified city. A place for all nations.”
I raised a brow at the news, this was old—its been in consideration for centuries it feels now. “How generous of them, but tell me more, that’s old news.”
The spy swallowed, nodding his head.
“Yes, My Lady…Um The Avatar and Fire Lord Zuko are currently in Enjima for the festival celebrations.”
Now that caught my attention, the new fire lord already vacationing 7 years after taking the crown. They always leave fun little toys behind.
“Enjima,” I repeated softly, my head tilted upwards, gulping the spiced tea down, my throat protesting the heat—screaming as I swallowed.
Stone beads hanging from the ceiling shifted faintly with a slight cool wind.
“And what,” I questioned, lifting my eyes toward him, “could possibly draw the Fire Lord there?”
The man hesitated.
“…Nothing unusual, my lady.”
A pause, he’s hiding something—he’s taking too long.
My fingers stilled against the rim of the empty teacup.
“Nothing? You say.”
“Well—” he stammered quickly, “there are rumors, perhaps. About the granddaughter of Diya. The firebender.”
Silence.
“She’s apparently inherited the old woman’s collection,” he continued nervously. “Air Nomad relics, scrolls, instruments and a bunch of junked up shit from dead people.”
Oh that wasn’t nesscary I thought—my eyes narrowing on him, feeling the temperature in the room dropped. I watched his breathing become almost shallow instantly.
I smiled at him, he was young, probably recently 20 or younger… you could tell by his lack of intelligence in his eyes and how almost every braincell died with a slight opening of his mouth.
“Do you know,” I said softly, “why I dislike incompetent men?”
He froze, as if mimicking my statues.
“My lady—”
“You enter my home,” I continued gently, lifting my hand to look at my nails, “sit at my table, drink my tea… and still fail to understand when something is important.”
Stone shifted beneath the floorboards.
The man gasped.
A sharp cracking sound echoed suddenly through the room.
Then a scream.
A shard of polished stone ripped violently from the ring around her finger, launching across the room fast enough to shatter teeth before disappearing down his throat. Blood spilled like a waterfall.
He clawed at his neck violently as I merely watched, eyes focused on his throat, then sternum.
Then, his sternum burst open, my stone tearing free from his flesh and bone in a spray of crimson before dropping neatly back into my waiting palm.
Silence filled the room once more.
The body collapsed forward into my table.
I stared down at the blood coating the once-polished stone between my fingers. And a quiet sigh escaped me. “How unfortunate,”I murmured, my thumb brushed over the dulled surface delicately.
“This one was my favourite.”
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—Zuko
The heat pressed heavily against my skin, thick and golden beneath the afternoon sun.
A little unbearable, truly it felt as if time was going incredibly slower than usual—well we were in the garden since breakfast.
Which also explains why all of us had somehow ended up half-dead across the terrace behind the house.
Toph had claimed my back as her personal mattress nearly an hour ago. I hadn’t bothered arguing with her mostly because moving made my head pound harder.
The migraine had settled behind my scar sometime after breakfast, sharp pulses of pain crawling behind my eye and ear every time the city below erupted into music or shouting.
Enjima was so loud that it was beautiful, but still loud—Agni my head hurt.
I pressed two fingers harder against my temple while Toph shifted comfortably against my back.
“Stop tensing up,” she muttered sleepily.
“Oh hush, Toph.”
“You’re weak, big guy.”
Momo chirped somewhere from inside my hair.
Traitor.
Nearby, Aang lounged across the cushions with Katara curled against his side while Sokka sat dramatically fanning both himself and Suki with one of the decorative fans stolen from inside.
“I think I’m dying,” he announced.
Katara didn’t even open her eyes. “You’ve said that twelve times.”
“And every time I meant it.”
Suki snorted softly beside him while Appa drifted lazily overhead, weaving through flocks of island birds against the bright orange sky.
For once— there was nothing urgent waiting for us.
No battle, no politics, no meetings.
Just straight up warmth and sunlight and the distant sound of festival drums echoing through the city.
Then I heard light footsteps coming in then someone cleared their throat. I cracked my good eye open first.
Yìzé stood near the entrance to the terrace looking entirely too amused for someone interrupting peace holding a handful of cards with Ren standing beside him carrying two pastry.
Aang sat upright immediately.
“…Please tell me those are for us.”
Ren looked at him with a smile, nodding.
Yìzé sighed dramatically. “You noticed the pastries before you noticed us. I’m hurt.”
“Well in our defense,” Sokka said seriously, “Aang noticed both at once.”
Toph barked out a laugh against my back.
I carefully reached behind myself and lightly tapped at her shoulder. “Off.”
“No.”
“Please my spine is sweating.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
I sighed, taking a few breaths and switching from my back to my front making sure Toph, laid flat on my chest doing so and grabbed her legs and maneuvered her into bridal style and sat her flat of the floor but not before pushing her playfully with an offended noise.
The movement immediately made my head throb harder.
Yìzé, then turned to me, of course he would I’m his fucking Overlord, dumbass.
“I see that the sun finally fights back against the Fire Lord,” he mused.
“Your island is trying to kill me.”
“That means Enjima accepts you.”
“That sounds more like a threat than something good.”
“It’s up to interpretation.”
Aang grinned at our banter and Katara finally sat up fully as Ren stepped forward, handing each of us thick cream-colored cards sealed carefully with wax. The girls received pale gold seals pressed with lotus flowers.
Ours were darker, coated in steel grey with metallic ink.
Sokka squinted at his immediately.
“Night of Metal?”
Yìzé brightened instantly, his fingers immeditaly signing his mouth movements. “Ah-one of Enjima’s oldest festival traditions! Inventors, engineers, metalworkers, smiths everyone gathers along the southern shore to unveil new creations, mostly men but women are welcome.”
Sokka’s eyes widened dangerously.
“Oh no,” Suki muttered.
“Oh YES,” Sokka corrected.
Aang laughed quietly while I flipped my own invitation over between my fingers. Toph leaned over my shoulder, her head now tucked into my shoulder.
“They’re separating us?” she asked.
Katara opened hers next.
“The Restoration Party,” she read aloud softly.
Yìzé clasped his hands together. “The hot springs celebration. Oils, saunas, meditation pools, restorative healing treatments and lots of alcho—”
Toph immediately sat upright.
“…Never mind. I support this segregation, today.”
Katara laughed while Suki already looked interested.
“The springs are usually reserved for women during festival week, to give them oour thanks for doing most of the cultural work and showcasing” Yìzé explained. “A very old Enjiman tradition.”
“And the Night of Metal?” I asked.
Ren signed something quickly.
Yìzé grinned wider. “Ren said that it’s a newer tradition, we give thanks to the brilliant minds that allow us to stay so up date, it can be quite dangerous.”
Sokka looked ready to cry from happiness. “Oh this place gets me.”
Ren finally handed over the pastry boxes and Sokka instanly grabbed two, a blue one for Suki and a green one for him.
“You should all enjoy yourselves tonight,” he said lightly. “The festival only gets better from here.”
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— Kaayvsa
“Breathe from here,” I murmured, pressing two fingers lightly beneath the older woman’s belly. “Don’t start with your chest, it’s always belly, ribs then chest, Auntie Ila.”
She inhaled sharply again.
Wrong.
I laughed softly. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do, I’m seventy-two,” she grumbled.
“Yet here you are still alive, which means your lungs still work.”
A few people around us snorted quietly.
The woman glared at me, with no malice behind those blue eyes before eventually trying again, shoulders relaxing this time as her breathing deepened properly.
“There,” I said with a grin. “See? Not dead.”
I ended the class, with a roll of my wrist, the studio breaking into soft chatter as people slowly began rolling up their mats, the warm evening breeze drifting through the open walls of the pavilion while incense burned low in the corners.
Outside, Enjima buzzed.
The music echoed faintly through the streets below while paper lanterns slowly began illuminating across balconies and rooftops as the sun dipped lower.
Sweat clung lightly to the back of my neck.
Agni, it was hot.
I bent forward, stretching briefly before reaching for the water flask beside me.
Immediately, someone stole it from my hand, I didn’t even look up to know who it was.
“You’re so annoying,” I informed Anika flatly. My roommate grinned now sipping from my water.
“And you’re late.”
“I teach here.”
“You live with me. Therefore your time belongs to me after sunset.”
I stared at her.
She stared back.
Then she tossed herself dramatically across one of the abandoned floor cushions with a groan.
“Dude, I’ve been waiting forty minutes.”
“Well, you could’ve left.”
“And abandon you to walk home alone looking like that?” she gasped. “Absolutely not. Men have eyes.”
I snorted loudly.
Anika looked me up and down before nodding seriously.
And I kicked her thigh lightly while laughing. Around us, were the lights I left burning for the classes I had today, the studio completely filtered out with just us in the centre.
From the open door a small child waved excitedly at me from the doorway.
I waved back immediately.
Anika watched the interaction with soft eyes.
“You collect people like stray cats.”
“Not my fault that they like me.”
“You literally gave one old man tea once and now he calls you daughter.”
“Hey! he gives me free jewellery.”
I finally collapsed beside her against the cushions, wiping sweat from my throat with the edge of my sleeve.
My body ached pleasantly.
The good kind.
Teaching during festival week always exhausted me more than usual.
More visitors meant more workshops, which meant more tourists wanting “spiritual enlightenment” before immediately asking if meditation cured back pain.
Anika nudged my shoulder.
“You’re going tonight, right?”
I frowned slightly. “To what?”
Her expression went blank.
“The Restoration Party, idiot?”
“Oh.”
I immediately leaned back harder against the cushions.
“No.”
Anika gasped so violently I thought she’d swallowed air wrong.
“No?” she repeated. “Kaayvsa, there are hot springs. Imported oils. Free desserts. Wealthy women sponsoring wellness products. Fucking free drinks, man”
“That sounds terrible, I just wanna nap.”
“You’re a witch, you’re absolutely terrible.”
I grinned tiredly.
Anika dug through her bag aggressively before pulling out an invitation card and waving it in my face.
“You’re going with me.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“You say that every year and then spend six hours floating in flower water.”
“That happened once.”
“It happened three times.”
I opened my mouth to argue before she cut me off immediately.
“Come on. If I let you go home now you’ll pretend to ‘rest your eyes’ and wake up tomorrow afternoon.”
“That happened once.”
“It’s happened at least five times, whenever we plan to go out.”
I ignored her completely while grabbing my satchel and sandals, grabbing my keys from my bag and locking the studio up.
The two of us descended the hillside paths together as evening settled properly over Enjima.
The city glowed below us.
Paper dragons drifted above crowded streets while music spilled from tea houses and market stalls overflowing with festival goods. Children ran through the crowds painted in shimmering powders while vendors shouted over one another about grilled fruit skewers and lucky charms.
The air smelled like sugar, smoke, perfume, and sea salt.
Anika hooked her arm through mine suddenly as we crossed into the lower streets.
“You know,” she said casually, “if I meet a wealthy widow tonight I’m leaving you behind.”
“A widow?”
“They have experience.”
I barked out a laugh loud enough to startle a nearby vendor.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m very realistic, babes.”
“You’re twenty-four.”
“And fucking gorgeous.”
“That part’s true.”
She gasped dramatically. “Compliments? From you? Have I died?”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“Too late. I’m cherishing this forever.”
I shoved her lightly away from me while laughing again.
The hot springs pavilion sat higher up near the eastern cliffs where natural springs fed directly into carved stone pools overlooking the sea.
Warm steam drifted into the night sky before we even reached the entrance.
Women moved in and out beneath hanging lanterns dressed in loose silks and jewelry while attendants carried trays of drinks and oils between the pools.
Anika sighed dreamily beside me.
“Oh this is absolutely where I belong.”
“You say that everywhere rich people go.”
“Because wealth would look beautiful on me.”
I rolled my eyes fondly as we approached the entrance showing the cards and moving towards the changing rooms.
The changing rooms were already crowded by the time they entered, warm steam curling through the open stone archways while women moved between benches laughing, changing and arguing over oils and jewellery.
Somewhere deeper inside, someone yelled about another person stealing their hair comb.
“THAT IS MY CLIP.”
“Then why was it near my things?”
“BECAUSE YOU MOVED MY THINGS.”
I snorted quietly to myself as I untied the wraps from around my arms, and peeled the clothing from my body slowly watching as Anika started digging through a pile of folded bathing fabrics stacked near the benches.
“No ugly colours,” she warned seriously while tossing things aside. “I’ll literally puke if I packed bad colours.”
“Stop acting like you’re not dying.”
“You don’t know that.”
A triangle top, then suddenly smacked me in the face.
“Wear that one.”
I caught it before it ended up on the with a glare. “You could’ve just handed it to me like a normal person.”
“Ugh, just get dressed.”
By the time we changed and stepped back out, steam had already curled loose strands of hair around both their faces.
My dark bikini sat low against my hips, gold chains resting warm against brown skin while the triangle top hugged my chest simply enough, Anika wore deep emerald green, her own bikini lower on her waist with gold rings connecting the sides. Her figure was softer than mine, fuller around the hips and thighs, but no less striking beneath the jewel-toned fabrics wrapped around her body. Gold glimmered against her skin while her nose ring caught softly beneath the lantern light.
“Okay,” Anika sighed dramatically while looking them both over. “We’re so hot.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because every day I’m right.”
I barked out a laugh.
One of the aunties near the springs immediately spotted them.
“There you girls are,” she said, shoving two bottles of sweet wine into my hands before I could react. “Take food too. If you drink on an empty stomach and pass out in my springs, I’m leaving you there.”
Anika gasped. “You wound me, Auntie.”
“You deserve wounding.”
A plate piled high with fried sweets, skewers and fruit was shoved at them next.
And then we were off. We wandered deeper through the springs searching for an emptier pool while voices and laughter echoed around them.
Most of the nearer pools were already crowded with gossiping women and festival guests. One group had somehow started singing.
Another was aggressively debating politics. Anika physically turned around at that one. “No. Absolutely not. If I hear the words trade routes tonight I’m drowning myself.”
I chuckled quietly, following her further toward the back pools where the steam rose thicker against the cliffs.
Then—
“Oh hey!”
Katara’s voice.
Both girls turned instantly.
A little further ahead, Katara sat waist-deep in one of the larger pools beside Suki and Toph, who looked completely relaxed with her arms stretched across the stone edge.
Katara waved excitedly.
“Kaayvsa! Over here!”
Anika leaned closer immediately. “Well… they’re gorgeous.”
“You say that about everyone.”
“Because people are attractive, open your eyes.”
I rolled mine fondly before we made our way over carefully with the drinks and snacks balanced between them. The water glowed softly beneath the lantern light as they settled near the edge.
Agni–the heat melted straight into my sore muscles. Toph let out a pleased sigh nearby. “Okay, someone new just got in.”
Katara laughed. “Toph, Suki, this is Kaayvsa, I told you guys about her.”
“Oh,” Suki said immediately, turning slightly toward them. “You’re the dance girl, sick moves by the way.”
Kaayvsa smiled. “Guilty, this is Anika, my best friend and roommate, she was also one of the dancers that night.”
“And you smell really good,” Toph added casually. “I like you already.”
“And you seem like a girl, I’m going to have a blast with Anika sweet wine and bad decisions.”
“That is SO amazing.” Anika grinned like a child getting presents, Suki burst out laughing.
“Oh yeah,” she said immediately. “You two are going to fit in perfectly.”
Introductions came easier after that.
Suki was warm in that effortless way that made people relax around her instantly. Toph, meanwhile, asked invasive questions with absolutely no shame.
“So how long have you two lived together?”
“Three years,” Anika answered while reaching for another skewer.
“And you haven’t killed each other?”
“Several times actually,” I said calmly.
“Spiritually aswell,” Anika corrected.
The drinks disappeared quicker than expected after that.
Then another bottle appeared.
Then another.
Somewhere along the way Toph nearly inhaled wrong laughing after Anika started dramatically reenacting a tourist asking whether meditation could “remove negative face energy.”
Katara had actual tears in her eyes.
“And then he tried selling ME crystals,” Anika finished in disbelief.
Suki wheezed beside her.
“That sounds like something Sokka would do.”
“Oh spirits,” Katara groaned. “Don’t encourage him.”
The plate between them was practically destroyed now.
Fruit stems. Empty skewers, and empty floating wine bottles.
Toph leaned back against the stone with a satisfied sigh. “This the life, ladies.”
The water had started cooling slightly around them beneath the night air.
Toph frowned immediately.
“Hold on.” I muttered and a second later the pool heated again, warmth spreading smoothly through the water.
Katara melted instantly. “Oh wow.”
Anika looked genuinely emotional. “I would marry a firebender for this alone.”
Kaayvsa snorted loudly into her drink.
“Your standards are in hell, Anika.”
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—Zuko
The Night of Metal ended up being louder than expected.
The entire upper district of Enjima glowed beneath lantern light while inventors, mechanics, metalworkers and artists crowded the streets displaying creations that ranged from genius to deeply concerning.
One man had somehow created a rotating noodle cooker powered entirely by steam pressure. Another had built tiny metal birds that actually flapped when wound correctly.
And somewhere further down the street, Sokka had become emotionally attached to a motorcycle.
“I’m just saying,” Sokka argued while the poor inventor looked overwhelmed by the attention, “this changes lives.”
“It just a big metal bicycle, Sokka,” I replied flatly.
“Exactly, she’s beautiful.”
Aang laughed beside them while crouching near another invention involving gliding fans and wind funnels.
The city buzzed around us.
Metal clanked against metal while sparks flew from demonstration tables. Music echoed from nearby balconies while inventors loudly pitched ideas over one another trying to gain sponsors before the festival ended.
And honestly?
Some of these inventions were fucking incredible.
They weren’t creating weapons, no war machines, just people creating things because they could.
Because they wanted life to become easier, brighter, stranger. It settled strangely in my chest, it felt so ggod and warmed me.
But good things must come to an end, as the blinding pain stabbed sharply behind my eye hard enough to nearly stop me in place.
My expression tightened immediately.
Fuck.
The migraine had been growing all evening with the heat,the lights, the noise and the constant movement.
It felt like someone slowly driving a blade behind my scar. Two fingers pressed briefly beneath my eye before the hand lowered again quickly.
Unfortunately Aang noticed.
“You okay?” he asked immediately.
“Fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” Sokka added while still somehow holding steamed noodles in one hand.
“I said I’m fine.” The response came sharper than intended.
Aang’s brows pulled together slightly.
I exhaled through my nose. “Sorry. I promise, I’m fine it’s just a headache.”
“That scar bothering you again?” Sokka asked more quietly now.
I hated how casual that question had become over the years. Like permanent nerve pain was normal.
“Enjima’s heat isn’t helping,” I admitted eventually.
Aang looked concerned instantly. “Maybe we should head back, and maybe I can try healing it a little, Katara’s been teac—.”
“No,” I answered quickly, interrupting him. “Not missing this.”
And I meant it.
Because despite the pain—I liked it here, I liked the noise, the the creativity and the smell of salt water and perfume.
So instead, I decided that we kept walking, and not even a second later, Sokka ended up sponsoring the soup pot.
I sponsored a cooling system built for greenhouses after listening to the inventor explain it passionately for almost twenty minutes.
Aang somehow got talked into testing a ridiculous flying contraption that nearly sent him through a fabric stall.
And by the time they finally started making our way back through the city, the migraine had dulled into something more manageable.
Not completely gone, just manageable now, I put a mental reminder that I had to put the creams on to ease the tugging and cool it a little before, drinking that tea Uncle wrote down for me.
The streets had grown quieter now.
Lanterns still glowed overhead while tired festival crowds drifted through the roads slower than before. “Do we know where the girls disappeared to?” Sokka asked.
“Hot springs,” Aang answered immediately. Sokka blinked once. “Oh yeah, I wonder what Suki got up to.”
We eventually found them near the lower city baths or more specifically-sprawled across the entrance stairs like casualties of war.
Well—Toph was the one fully laid across the stone flat on her back.
Katara sat two steps higher with flushed cheeks and loose hair, laughing at something Suki had whispered into her shoulder.
And beside them sat two unknown women, oone was half asleep just as flush as Katara and Suki and the other one had her head tucked onto Katara’s shoulder giggling
Lantern light caught warmly against her skin. Aang lit up immediately.
“There they are.”
Before I could properly register anything, Aang had already jogged ahead.
“Kaayvsa,!” he called brightly.
Her head lifted instantly and she smiled at the avatar.
Aang reached her first, pulling her into a quick hug while laughing.
“It’s good seeing you again,” he said warmly. “And your performance earlier was incredible.”
I slowed slightly behind them.
Performance?
Then Kaayvsa pulled back from the hug still smiling, and for the first time since meeting her—
I saw grey large swirling with the lightest shade of blue and hints and specks of amber. Highlighted by lantern shadows and firelight.
Just—her eyes.
Grey.
Soft around the edges as she smiled.
Agni.
They were beautiful, but they were familair
So this was Kaayvsa, the woman Aang and Katara befriended during the tour.
Her cheeks warm from wine, I presume. Hair slightly messy from steam, my eyes wondered from her face to the dark sky.
She was the lady from the market, the other day—when I just smiled at her. Like a creep, a fucking creep.
I need to stop.
Sokka reached them next, immediately shaking Kaayvsa’s hand dramatically.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for taking care of my little sister .”
“Oh Bug-off,” Katara groaned from the stairs. “I’m fineeeeee.”
“I’m serious!” Sokka rolled his eyes, moving towards Suki and flicking Katara’s forehead. “Thank you Kaayvsa, Tui knows how much Katara can handle before crying.”
Toph snorted from her position on the floor while Kaayvsa chuckled softly. “Its not a problem, plus your sister was the life of the party.”
Suki smiled warmly beside Katara while Toph tilted her head slightly toward the group her feet planted on the ground and smirked.
I felt the migraine suddenly returned with full force. I walked towards the earthbender and picked her up once more bridal style. Carrying her carefully, not to upset her stomach and she places her head on my chest.
“Oh hotfeet, your heartbeat’s weird again,” she informed me casually.
“Please stop talking.”
Aang and Sokka had done the same for Katara and Suki carrying booth girls, bridal style and Aang called out behind him, wishing Kaayvsa a good night and for her to get home safely with her friend.
She smiled back at us and waved us off, wishing us the same and walking off with her friend.
Disappearing into the night.
next chapter ->
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