The Dark Prince 1110

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SCENE: “The Bison’s Shadow

EXT. EARTH KINGDOM MARSHLAND EDGE – LATE AFTERNOON

The ground is soft, damp, and uneven — a miserable place to track anything except a creature the size of a house.

Which is exactly what Kai is doing.

He crouches low, fingers brushing a deep, wide indentation in the mud. The print is unmistakable: Appa’s massive paw. But the edges are uneven, the depth inconsistent.

KAI

He’s hurt. Front right leg. He’s dragging it. He’s also alone.

Azula steps beside him, arms folded, eyes sharp.

AZULA

So the Avatar’s pet is wounded and alone. How… convenient.

Mai and Ty Lee dismount behind them.

TY LEE

Alone? Are you sure?

Kai nods once, still studying the ground.

KAI

No human footprints. No signs of the Avatar or his friends.

He’s been flying low. Crashing through branches. He’s panicked.

Mai looks around the marsh.

MAI

If I were a giant flying bison, this is the last place I’d want to be.

Azula smirks.

AZULA

Which is why he’s here. Desperation makes creatures stupid.

Kai rises, scanning the treeline. Something else catches his eye — faint impressions in the mud, lighter, narrower, more disciplined.

He rises an approach He kneels again.

KAI

We’re not the only ones tracking him.

Azula’s expression tightens.

AZULA

The Avatar?

KAI

No. These prints are too uniform. Too coordinated.

(he touches a shallow heel mark)

Five… maybe six individuals. All moving together. Light armor. Balanced stances.

Ty Lee leans over his shoulder.

TY LEE

So… Earth Kingdom soldiers?

Kai shakes his head.

KAI

No. Soldiers drag their feet more. These people move like—

(he stops himself)

—like trained fighters. But not military.

Mai sighs.

MAI

Great. Mystery warriors. Just what we needed.

Azula’s eyes narrow with interest rather than concern.

AZULA

Whoever they are, they’re after the same prize. And they’re ahead of us.

Kai stands, gaze following the second set of tracks.

KAI

They crossed the marsh quickly. They know how to move in terrain like this.

(beat)

We’ll catch them at the ridge. They’ll have to slow down there.

Azula mounts her mongoose-lizard, posture regal and predatory.

AZULA

Then we’ll take the bison… and deal with our uninvited guests.

Kai mounts behind her, bow angled across his back.

As they ride, Kai glances once more at the dual trails — Appa’s heavy, desperate path and the lighter, disciplined footprints following him.

He doesn’t know who they belong to yet.

But he knows one thing:

KAI (quietly)

They’re good. Whoever they are.

Azula hears him, and her smile sharpens.

AZULA

Then this will be fun.

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🔥 “Girls’ Brunch — The Truth About Kai’s Arrangements”

Azula, Mai, Ty Lee, Ursa, and older Kiyi. Politics, friendship, and the pain of arranged futures.

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EXT. FIRE NATION PALACE — PRIVATE GARDEN TERRACE — LATE MORNING

The table is set with tea and pastries.

The atmosphere is warm, relaxed… until Kiyi speaks.

KIYI

Big sis, when are you and Kai getting married?

Azula sighs, but not angrily — more like she’s tired of the question.

AZULA

Kiyi, we’ve discussed this.

It’s complicated.

Mai smirks.

MAI

Everything with you is complicated.

Ty Lee giggles.

TY LEE

But romantic!

Azula rolls her eyes.

AZULA

It was a political arrangement.

I’m not ignorant.

I know how these things work.

Mai and Ty Lee exchange a look.

Azula notices instantly.

Her eyes narrow.

AZULA

…What?

Ty Lee bites her lip.

Mai folds her hands neatly.

MAI

You know there were multiple proposals on the table.

AZULA

Of course I know that.

Every noble family has options.

Ty Lee raises her hand.

TY LEE

Right! And I was one of them!

Azula freezes.

AZULA

You?

Ty Lee nods enthusiastically.

TY LEE

Yep! My family was pushing for it.

They thought Kai would “balance my energy.”

Mai snorts.

MAI

He would’ve died.

Ty Lee pouts.

TY LEE

Mai!

Mai shrugs.

MAI

It’s true.

But anyway…

after Ty Lee’s family made their pitch, mine did too.

Azula’s eyes widen — not in ignorance, but in betrayal.

AZULA

Your family?

You never told me that.

Mai raises an eyebrow.

MAI

You never asked.

Azula’s jaw tightens.

AZULA

I didn’t think I needed to ask.

You were my friends.

Ty Lee leans forward, earnest.

TY LEE

Azula, it wasn’t us.

We didn’t get a choice.

Our families were just… doing what noble families do.

Azula looks away, jaw clenched.

AZULA

I know how politics work.

I just didn’t expect—

I didn’t think either of you would be considered.

Ursa finally speaks — quiet, steady, full of lived pain.

URSA

That’s the cruelty of arranged matches.

They don’t care about feelings.

Or friendships.

Or futures.

Azula looks at her mother — really looks.

Ursa’s voice softens.

URSA

I was given to Ozai without a choice.

My family decided my life for me.

I never wanted that for you.

For any of you.

Ty Lee nods sadly.

TY LEE

I didn’t want it either.

I didn’t even like Kai back then.

He was too serious.

Mai smirks.

MAI

He still is.

Kiyi leans forward, fascinated.

KIYI

So Aunt Azula got him because Grandpa Ozai said yes?

Azula inhales sharply.

AZULA

No.

I got him because he stayed.

Because he chose me after the politics ended.

Mai nods.

MAI

That’s the part that matters.

Ty Lee beams.

TY LEE

It’s actually really sweet!

Azula tries — and fails — to hide the faint blush on her cheeks.

AZULA

It’s… practical.

He understands me.

And I understand him.

Kiyi grins.

KIYI

So when’s the wedding?

Azula groans.

AZULA

I regret ever sitting down at this table.

The women laugh.

And Azula — despite herself — lets out a small, reluctant smile.

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This is featuring my OC hope you like it 

🔥 — “Why Aren’t We Married Yet?”

Azula and Kai return to their private chambers after the family gathering.

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INT. FIRE NATION PALACE — AZULA & KAI’S PRIVATE CHAMBERS — NIGHT

The door closes behind them with a soft click.

Azula exhales sharply, tossing her hairpin onto a lacquered table. She’s still irritated from Izumi’s “marriage interrogation,” though she’d never admit it.

Kai removes his outer robe with calm precision, hanging it neatly. He watches Azula with that quiet, attentive gaze he reserves only for her.

AZULA

She’s insufferable sometimes.

KAI

She’s five.

AZULA

Exactly.

Kai steps closer, voice low.

KAI

You handled it well.

Azula scoffs.

AZULA

I nearly combusted.

KAI

I noticed.

He says it with the faintest hint of amusement.

Azula turns away, pacing toward the balcony. The moonlight catches the gold in her eyes.

AZULA

Why does everyone assume we’re married?

Kai raises an eyebrow.

KAI

Because we act like we are.

Azula freezes.

AZULA

We do not.

KAI

We share chambers.

We share strategy.

We share power.

We share… everything that matters.

Azula’s breath catches — just slightly.

She turns to him, arms crossed.

AZULA

Then why aren’t we married?

Kai doesn’t answer immediately. He steps toward her, slow and deliberate, until he’s close enough that she can feel the warmth of him.

KAI

Because you never asked.

Azula blinks.

AZULA

I’m the princess.

You’re the one who’s supposed to ask.

KAI

You don’t want tradition.

You want control.

Azula’s jaw tightens.

AZULA

And you don’t?

Kai’s voice softens.

KAI

I want you.

In whatever form you choose.

Azula looks away — not out of disdain, but because the honesty is too sharp, too close.

AZULA

Father arranged our engagement.

It was political.

A tool.

A symbol.

Kai steps beside her, leaning on the balcony rail.

KAI

And yet here we are.

Still together.

Long after the politics changed.

Azula’s voice drops to a whisper.

AZULA

I don’t want to be bound by something he chose.

Kai turns his head toward her.

KAI

Then choose something yourself.

Azula meets his eyes — really meets them — and for a moment, the fire in her gaze isn’t sharp or defensive.

It’s vulnerable.

AZULA

I’m not ready.

Kai nods once.

KAI

Then we wait.

Azula frowns.

AZULA

You’re not… disappointed?

KAI

Azula.

I’ve waited through war, exile, and your father’s reign.

I can wait for you.

Azula looks away quickly, hiding the way her throat tightens.

AZULA

You make it sound like you’re in love with me.

Kai’s voice is quiet, steady, devastating.

KAI

I am loyal to you.

I am devoted to you.

I choose you.

If that is not love…

then whatever we have is something deeper.

Azula’s breath trembles — barely, but enough.

She steps closer, resting her forehead against his chest.

AZULA (softly)

Don’t leave.

Kai wraps an arm around her — not possessive, not dominant, just steady.

KAI

I won’t.

Married or not.

Azula closes her eyes.

For once, she lets herself be held.

This flashback is designed to feel like it belongs in Avatar: The Last Airbender

🔥 FLASHBACK SCENE: “THE CHILDREN OF THE COURT”

This would appear in Book 2, perhaps during a quiet moment on the warship or in The Beach episode.

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SCENE 1 — INT. ROYAL PALACE — TRAINING COURTYARD — YEARS EARLIER

SHOT 1:

A sunlit courtyard. Young Azula (around 13), already sharp and poised, practices firebending forms with perfect precision.

SHOT 2:

Kai (also around 13), dressed in noble training attire, practices sword drills nearby. His movements are elegant, controlled, almost aristocratic.

SHOT 3:

Azula finishes a form and glances over at him.

AZULA (cool, assessing):

“You’re still using one hand. You know that limits your power.”

Kai doesn’t pause his movement.

KAI (smooth, unbothered):

“Power is overrated. Precision wins duels.”

Azula narrows her eyes.

AZULA:

“Precision doesn’t matter if you’re dead.”

Kai finally stops, turning toward her with a faint smile.

KAI:

“Then I suppose I shall simply have to avoid dying.”

Azula hates that answer.

She also respects it.

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SCENE 2 — INT. PALACE HALLWAY — LATER

Azula walks with Mai and Ty Lee. Kai follows a few steps behind, hands folded behind his back.

TY LEE (bright, bubbly):

“Kai, you’re so serious all the time! Don’t you ever smile?”

Kai gives her a small, polite smile.

KAI:

“I smile when I have reason to.”

Ty Lee beams.

TY LEE:

“See? That wasn’t so hard!”

Mai rolls her eyes.

MAI:

“He smiles like he’s planning something.”

Kai inclines his head.

KAI:

“Only on special occasions.”

Azula glances back at him, amused despite herself.

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SCENE 3 — INT. ROYAL AUDIENCE CHAMBER — EVENING

A formal gathering. Nobles mingle. Ozai sits on the throne, watching everything with cold interest.

Kai stands beside his father, posture perfect. Azula stands near Ozai, already learning how to dominate a room.

SHOT 1:

Kai’s father bows to Ozai, speaking quietly.

Ozai nods, eyes flicking toward Azula and Kai.

SHOT 2:

Azula notices the exchange. Her expression tightens — she knows something is being arranged.

SHOT 3:

Kai steps closer to her, voice low.

KAI:

“It seems our families have reached an understanding.”

Azula doesn’t look at him.

AZULA:

“I don’t need a partner.”

KAI:

“Perhaps not. But you will have one.”

Azula turns her head slightly, eyes sharp.

AZULA:

“And you think you’re worthy?”

Kai meets her gaze without flinching.

KAI:

“I think I am… inevitable.”

Azula’s breath catches — not in fear, but in recognition.

She sees someone who won’t bow.

Someone who won’t break.

Someone who might actually match her.

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SCENE 4 — EXT. PALACE GARDENS — NIGHT

Azula stands alone, staring at the moonlit pond. Her reflection ripples.

Kai approaches quietly.

KAI:

“You’re angry.”

AZULA (cold):

“I don’t get angry.”

KAI:

“Of course not. You simply burn hotter.”

Azula turns to him, eyes narrowed.

AZULA:

“If you think you can control me—”

KAI (interrupting gently):

“I have no desire to control you. Only to stand beside you.”

Azula freezes.

No one has ever said that to her.

AZULA (soft, dangerous):

“Why?”

Kai steps closer, but not too close.

KAI:

“Because you are the only person in this palace who knows exactly what she wants… and refuses to apologize for it.”

Azula looks away — not out of weakness, but because the truth unsettles her.

AZULA:

“I don’t need you.”

KAI:

“No. But you may find me useful.”

A long, charged silence.

Azula finally speaks.

AZULA:

“Don’t disappoint me.”

Kai bows his head slightly.

KAI:

“I never do.”

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SCENE 5 — BACK TO PRESENT

Azula snaps out of the memory, standing on the deck of her warship.

Kai stands beside her, exactly as he did years ago — calm, poised, unreadable.

She doesn’t look at him, but her voice is low.

AZULA:

“You’ve been with me a long time.”

Kai’s tone is soft, almost warm.

KAI:

“And I will remain… as long as you wish it.”

Azula’s expression flickers — the closest she ever gets to vulnerability.

AZULA:

“Good.”

🌑 The Demon Who Built His Own Throne

Origins

I was not born of Muzan’s blood.

My transformation was my own design—an alchemy of forbidden rituals, stolen knowledge, and sacrifices made in the dark. I sought power not to serve, but to rule. When death came for me, I embraced it, twisting my humanity into something eternal. Unlike Muzan’s progeny, I carry no leash. My hunger is mine alone, sharpened by ambition.

The Entertainment District

The district was a jewel of corruption, a place where mortals drowned themselves in desire. I saw opportunity. By day, I became a patron, a financier, a shadowy figure who owned businesses behind closed doors. Brothels, gambling dens, theaters—all bent to my will. By night, the same establishments became my hunting grounds. The laughter of courtesans masked screams, the music drowned out the silence of the dead.

To the humans, I was a benefactor. To the demons, I was a master.

Alliance with Muzan

Muzan recognized me not as a subordinate, but as a rival worth respecting. Our alliance was forged in pragmatism: he allowed me dominion over the Entertainment District, and in return, I lent my strength to his grand design. Demons like Daki and Gyutaro were placed under my wing, their talents sharpened by my guidance.

• Daki became the perfect mask of beauty and cruelty, thriving in the district’s illusions.

• Gyutaro found purpose in the shadows, his bitterness weaponized into lethal cunning.

Together, they became my lieutenants, enforcing my reign while feeding their own twisted desires.

The Sadness Beneath the Power

Though I built my empire with my own hands, I remain haunted by the truth: my ambition was born from emptiness. I sought power to fill the void left by betrayal, hunger, and despair. Now, I rule the district with iron and blood, yet I am forever bound to the hunger that created me.

I am not Muzan’s servant. I am not his equal.

I am something else entirely—an ambition that refuses to die.

🖤 The Goth Prom Encounter

The gymnasium had been transformed into a cathedral of shadows. Black lace draped from the rafters, candles flickered in iron holders, and the bass of Bauhaus pulsed through the air. Y/N stepped inside, dressed in velvet and eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, feeling both out of place and strangely at home.

At the center of the room, three figures commanded attention:

• Azula (Goth Queen): clad in a corset of midnight leather, her gaze sharp and calculating, every word dripping with authority.

• Mai (Silent Blade): pale, statuesque, dressed in flowing black silk, her expression unreadable but her presence magnetic.

• Ty Lee (Dark Acrobat): playful yet eerie, her pigtails dyed crimson, moving with a dancer’s grace that made her seem untouchable.

Y/N found themselves drawn into their orbit. Azula smirked first, tilting her head as if she had already decided Y/N’s fate. Mai’s eyes lingered longer than expected, betraying curiosity beneath her stoic mask. Ty Lee twirled closer, laughing softly, her energy a strange contrast to the gloom.

The night unfolded in whispered conversations, shared dances under strobe lights, and moments where Y/N felt the weight of choice pressing down.

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🌹 Three Possible Outcomes

1. Azula’s Claim

Azula corners Y/N near the candlelit punch table.

“You intrigue me,” she says, voice low and commanding. “Meet me tomorrow night at the abandoned train station. I want to see if you can keep up with me.”

A date is set—dangerous, thrilling, and impossible to refuse.

2. Mai’s Invitation

Mai leans against the wall, her voice barely above the music.

“I don’t usually care about these things… but you’re different. There’s a café downtown that stays open past midnight. Come with me.”

A quiet, intimate date is planned—coffee, shadows, and unspoken connection.

3. Ty Lee’s Dance

Ty Lee grabs Y/N’s hand as the DJ spins Siouxsie and the Banshees.

“You’re fun! Let’s go to the carnival this weekend. I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you.”

A whimsical, gothic-romantic date awaits—laughter in the dark, neon lights against the night sky.

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🩸 Top Anime Villainess Candidates for Your Harem

Name Series Role & Appeal

Daki Demon Slayer Seductive, vain, and cruel—perfect for entertainment and manipulation. Already your fortress’s overseer of pleasure.

Esdeath Akame ga Kill Sadistic general with ice powers and a twisted sense of love. Would adore a powerful master.

Medusa (Rider) Fate/stay night Cold, calculating, and loyal. Her mystique and tragic past make her ripe for transformation.

Satsuki Kiryuuin Kill la Kill Regal, commanding, and ideologically rigid. Could be your second-in-command or rival turned consort.

Catherine Ward Angels of Death Psychotic, obsessive, and religiously devout. A priestess of pain and devotion.

Kirari Momobami Kakegurui Strategic, sadistic, and obsessed with chaos. Ideal for ritualized humiliation and psychological games.

Lust Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Sensual, deadly, and loyal to a dark cause. Could be your inquisitor or enforcer.

Junko Enoshima Danganronpa The embodiment of despair. A wildcard who thrives on emotional destruction and spectacle.

Yuno Gasai Future Diary Possessive, unstable, and fiercely devoted. Her obsession could be weaponized or ritualized.

Shion Sonozaki Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Tortured, loyal, and capable of extreme violence. A tragic priestess or executioner.

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🕯️ Suggested Roles Within Your Empire

• Enforcer: Esdeath or Lust — brutal, loyal, and efficient.

• Second-in-Command: Satsuki — commands respect and could challenge your authority in thrilling ways.

• Inquisitor: Kirari or Catherine — masters of psychological torment and ritual.

• Priestess of Pain: Shion or Junko — emotionally volatile, perfect for sacrificial rites or twisted devotion.

• Entertainer/Temptress: Daki — already in place, but could be paired with Yuno for chaos and obsession. Name Series Role & Appeal

Daki Demon Slayer Seductive, vain, and cruel—perfect for entertainment and manipulation. Already your fortress’s overseer of pleasure.

Esdeath Akame ga Kill Sadistic general with ice powers and a twisted sense of love. Would adore a powerful master.

Medusa (Rider) Fate/stay night Cold, calculating, and loyal. Her mystique and tragic past make her ripe for transformation.

Satsuki Kiryuuin Kill la Kill Regal, commanding, and ideologically rigid. Could be your second-in-command or rival turned consort.

Catherine Ward Angels of Death Psychotic, obsessive, and religiously devout. A priestess of pain and devotion.

Kirari Momobami Kakegurui Strategic, sadistic, and obsessed with chaos. Ideal for ritualized humiliation and psychological games.

Lust Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Sensual, deadly, and loyal to a dark cause. Could be your inquisitor or enforcer.

Junko Enoshima Danganronpa The embodiment of despair. A wildcard who thrives on emotional destruction and spectacle.

Yuno Gasai Future Diary Possessive, unstable, and fiercely devoted. Her obsession could be weaponized or ritualized.

🌙 “Moonlit Vows” — Flashback Scene

The trees of the Whispering Pines stood tall and silent, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. You moved like mist between them, bow in hand, every step calculated, every breath measured. The Yuyan Archers were known for their precision, their discipline, their detachment.

But tonight, you weren’t alone.

Azula stood at the edge of the clearing, her royal robes muted in the moonlight, her hair tied back in a practical knot. She didn’t belong here—not among the shadows and silence—but she came anyway. For you.

“I thought your kind didn’t take visitors,” she said, arms crossed, voice laced with challenge.

You didn’t look at her. “We don’t.”

“And yet here I am.”

You loosed an arrow into the night. It struck the center of a distant target with a soft thunk. You turned to face her.

“Why are you here, Azula?”

She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming. “Because I need someone who sees the world the way I do. Someone who doesn’t flinch when things get ugly. Someone who can kill without hesitation—and still sleep under the stars.”

You studied her. She was young then, but already dangerous. Already brilliant. Already lonely.

“You think that’s me?”

“I know it is.”

You hesitated. The Yuyan Archers had rules. No politics. No allegiances. No emotion.

But Azula wasn’t asking for a soldier. She was asking for you.

“You’ll be hated,” you said. “Feared. Maybe even betrayed.”

She smiled, sharp and radiant. “Then I’ll need someone who never misses.”

You lowered your bow. “And if I say yes?”

Azula stepped forward, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her skin. “Then you’ll never be alone again.”

You didn’t answer with words. You reached out, fingers brushing hers, and in that moment, the vow was made—not with ceremony, but with fire and silence.

🔥 “Ashes and Arrows” — Azula x Gender-Neutral Reader (Warnings mention of blood and violence)

The battlefield still smoldered, the scent of scorched earth and ozone hanging heavy in the air. Azula stood at the center of it all, her breath sharp and shallow, one hand pressed against her side where a rogue earthbender’s strike had landed. She refused to fall. Not in front of them.

Not in front of you.

You were already moving, silent as shadow, your bow slung across your back and your eyes locked on her. The rest of the elite team—Ty Lee, Mai, and a pair of firebenders from the royal guard—were regrouping, but you broke formation. You always did when it came to her.

“Azula,” you said, voice low, steady. “You’re bleeding.”

She turned her head, eyes narrowing. “I’m fine.”

You knelt beside her anyway, fingers brushing hers away to inspect the wound. It wasn’t deep, but it was angry—red and raw, pulsing with heat. She winced, barely, and you caught it. She hated that.

“You’re not invincible,” you murmured, pulling a cloth from your satchel. “Even lightning breaks when it hits the wrong surface.”

Azula didn’t answer. Her gaze flicked to your hands, deft and practiced, binding the wound with quiet precision. You’d always been like this—calm, unshaken, even when the world burned around you. It was why she’d chosen you for her elite team. Why she’d pulled you from the ranks of the Yuyan Archers.

You’d left your squad mates. The ones you trained with for years to accompany her on her mission.

“You shouldn’t have come so close,” she said, her voice softer now. “That earthbender could’ve crushed you.”

You looked up, meeting her eyes. “I wasn’t going to let you fall.”

A silence stretched between you, thick with memory. The nights training under moonlight. The whispered plans in the palace gardens. The moment she’d asked you to join her—not as a soldier, but as something more. Something unspoken.

“I remember when you first shot for me,” she said suddenly. “That arrow split the air like it was born to kill.”

You smiled faintly. “And you said I was wasted in the trees.”

Azula’s lips twitched, almost a smile. Almost.

“I still think that,” she said. “You belong beside me.”

You finished tying the bandage and sat back on your heels. “Then stop trying to push me away every time you bleed.”

Her eyes flared, not with anger, but something else—something raw. She reached out, fingers brushing yours, just for a moment.

“I don’t know how to be weak,” she whispered.

You leaned in, forehead touching hers. “Then let me be strong for you.”

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Thanks for taking requests as well :>

So, how about Azula getting wounded in battle and reader, who is a lowly conscript soldier, being the only one who notices, carrying her to safety and treating her wound?

I think that could be pretty nice. If you want to write the slightly evil kind of reader you often do, you could make the reader get revenge for Azula before he saves her. Reader is male or gender neutral, of course.

It would be awesome if you did this, have a great day :)

-Seetang

Y/n and Zuko sit at a table playing pieshow

Y/n: what’s wrong?

Zuko: what?

Y/n: you heard me

Zuko: it’s nothing

Y/n: don’t bother lying you’re not good at it something is distracting you, come on old friend

Zuko: I don’t know I don’t feel like I should be here.

Y/n: what are you talking about? Of course you do.

Zuko: you don’t understand I was supposed to capture the avatar and regain my honor but now that I’m here, I don’t feel like I thought I would. I don’t even think my father wants me here.

Y/n: I’m sure if he didn’t want you here you would know it by now besides what more could you do you slide the avatar? And your uncle is in prison I don’t know what more you could do

Zuko:😒

Y/n: oh IC could you perhaps be feeling guilty about your uncles imprisonment?

Zuko:😒 no

Y/n: he made his choice,

Zuko: I know that

Y/n: good don’t worry everything will be fine trust me,

Zuko: I don’t feel like finishing the game right now

Y/n: very well I was gonna win anyway

Later in the day y/n meets Azula in the hallway

Y/n: you were right Zuko is hiding something

Azula: of course I’m right what did he tell you

Y/n: not much he’s went on about not feeling like he belongs and I think he feels guilty about your uncle as well

Azula: it doesn’t matter I’ve already know how to handle him. I’ll take care of it.

Y/n: of course, but still, he might do something rash

Azula: trust me, love what I’ve got planned for him will keep him in line and if not, we can sit back and enjoy the show

Art is not mine got off of Pinterest credit to the original artist 

A couple of kids are building a sandcast Azula and y/n walk up Azula steps on that Sandcastle the kids run away in terror y/n laughs like they are possessed

Zuko and Mai approach from behind

Mai: 😒

Zuko: you two have issues

Y/n it could be worse we could be a big doofus and have half our face burned off 

Zuko: subtle😒