And thatās a wrap, everyone! Thank you to everyone who participated in Zhaomas, whether it was by submitting prompts, voting, contributing, or just following along! We were delighted to see such a positive response to the event and are honored to have had the opportunity to sail with you on this voyage.
We hope that this yearās Zhaomas spread some wintry holiday joy, and above all, some love for our dear Admiral Zhao!
The Admiral and his crew wish everyone a Happy Lunar New Year and a great rest of the year to come!
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āYou know heās been sleeping with the Fire Lord,ā Zhao hears someone stupid whisper. āI bet thatās why heās getting promoted so fast. Gifts for a preferred lover.ā
Zhao clenches his fist and smoke begins to rise from it. Clearly whoever it is has no real idea of what goes on in Ozaiās private life, no concept of just who his Lord is behind his carefully crafted mask. Perhaps Ozai himself would be pleased at the implication of their lack of knowledge, but given the whispererās conclusions, all Zhao can feel is that familiar rage.
He only barely manages to stop himself from throwing fire straight at the source of the sounds. This is one of Ozaiās favorite galas, and he didnāt want to ruin it for him, even if they were in a back room away from the party and the main gaggle of sycophants and fluffheads. Ozai would know it was him somehow. He always did.
(Sometimes he was scary like that.)
Before he could change his mind, he turned on his heel towards the sound of the voice. A young woman stood with her friend, opening her fan and fluttering her eyelashes at Zhao as she noticed him approaching. āHello, Admiral, pleased to make your acquaintance.ā
āHello, young lady. May I ask just what you were talking about?ā
A flash of fear. āOh, nothing much. Just some light gossip.ā
āWhat kind of gossip?ā he asked, leaning over just slightly, using one of the subtler intimidation tactics Ozai had taught him for occasions like this.
āUm. Ah. Thereās thisā¦horrible rumor floating around about you, your excellency, and we were just discussing how awful it was! And untrue! Of course you deserve my station?ā she squeaked out, her friend beside her nodding so fast it seemed her head would fall off and roll away into the shadows behind them.
āOf course. Why wouldnāt I?ā
The girls fell into terrified silence.
Zhao smirked. āWell. It was wonderful to make your acquaintancesā¦ā
āIto,ā the gossiper said.
Her friend replied with āFukuchi.ā
āIto and Fukuchi,ā Zhao said. āBut I must be going now.ā And with that he left the girls shivering in fear.
The ships might be iced in the harbour, but that hasn't cooled the spirits of Admiral Zhao's crew....
Itās with great delight that we share with you another fandom event focused exclusively on one of our fiery faves!Ā
Zhaomas 2021 promises to be both fun and festive, with 12 days of participant-chosen prompts. More details -- like rules and voting dates -- are incoming, but in the meantime, why not give their account a little love?Ā
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ITāS HERE!!! My Zhaomas submission is done at last ;; And a little tie-in to The Real Subject ;)
Prompts: Spirits + Shipwrecked in Winter
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,760
Summary: Zhao is a newly-minted commander of the Fire Nation Navy. A bit of fog in unfamiliar waters doesn't faze him, despite what the stories tell of it.
