Ephemeral_Bell
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When Zuko was born, he was sick. He wasn't supposed to live. Everyone said it was Zuko's fate to die. Agni disagreed. Zuko was blessed with life. He lived, much to Ozai's dismay. When Zuko is banished, he does not look for The Avatar. He doesn't believe The Avatar is still out there. Then, while Zuko and Iroh are sailing around the South Pole, they see that brilliant light in the sky. Zuko knows, this is where his life changes.
Or: Zuko, blessed by the Sun Spirit, joins the Gaang early as they're being hunted by Azula.
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07 Jul 2026
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“Would be safer,” continued Rowan, “If we had a guard, of sorts. A knight, even. One who we knew wouldn’t try us, but could scare off an alpha. Or knock them into the dirt,” she finished with a grin.
Duncan stared at her as the three of them stared back at him. Daisy had a big grin on her face, Beony with her dark brows raised, and Rowan with a look of pure satisfaction on her face, the cat that caught the canary.
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09 Jun 2026
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Zuko had never excelled at anything. Azula was a prodigy. Uncle always knew what to say. And Father... Father was strong, iron-like. But Zuko had only ever been good at surviving. Putting one foot in front of the other in a grim show of stubborn determination, gritting his teeth and bearing it. Survival was all he had ever been taught. He knew how to do it. So when he was kidnapped by the Southern Water Tribe, he expected to fight as he always had. He didn’t expect to be taught instead how to live.
In a warring land, the Water Tribe forgave the enemy in an act of defiance. For this, he was torn from them, and this time, his wounds won't heal so easily.
Forced back into nothing but survival, the last person Zuko expected to see was Hakoda's son. Hakoda was a promise of safety. The relentless blue of Sokka’s eyes was a promise of happiness. Zuko could have both if he just reached out his hands, but he found them clutching into fists. After all, he’d been burned one too many times.
But hey, at least between Hakoda and Sokka, Zuko could appreciate the family resemblance of pure, asinine stubbornness.
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05 May 2026
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Tobirama-sama was merely born with a weak constitution and had to be kept under observation for a fortnight, to avoid the risk of him getting ill.
Tobirama-sama always had russet brown eyes.
He knows of Uchiha's fixation with red eyes, the show of favour from their patron goddess; he knows they would relentlessly court and pursue those that were “blessed”, that for the Uchiha there was no bigger honour than bringing a Blessed into the clan.He also knows that they would stop at nothing to accomplish it.
He knows; it's been drilled, beaten and carved into his mind and skin since he could understand words, still stumbling, smelling of milk and his mother's scent. Known this burden like he knows the back of his hands, like the tongue knows the taste of sweat and blood, like the cold blade knows the warmth of flesh.
But knowing is different from facing.
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Tobirama's no good, actually horrible time at the Uchiha compound, special courtesy of one Izuna Uchiha.
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02 May 2026
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If not for Izuna’s death—maybe…
If not for being born in wartime—maybe…
If they hadn’t been enemies—maybe…But fate laughed cruelly at them.
First love is always tragic, isn’t it?Bookmarked by Ephemeral_Bell
01 May 2026