Confessions of a Drunk Earthbender by NatziWang, literature
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Confessions of a Drunk Earthbender
Note: Written after watching episode 5 of Korra. Great episode for shipping. I'm not sure whether the fic is quite relevant after episode 6 - haven't watched that yet.
Enjoy.
Confessions of a Drunk Earthbender
Bolin wasn't drunk.
He wasn't. Oh no, he wasn't, and he'd punc Tell off anyone who told him otherwise. He'd had some seaweed noodles, with a side of sake. Well, actually more like some sake with a side of seaweed noodles. And another side of sake. And more sake.
Okay, maaaaybe he had a little more alcohol than he should have, but he most definitely wasn't drunk. No one told Bolin to his face that he couldn't hold his liquor.
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 7 by NatziWang, literature
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The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 7
Humans were built to be able to handle only too much, and Zuko is only human. It is too much, all top much. The heat of battle, the cold, and the sting of failure.
Zuko is tired, bone-tired. He is tired of searching, and fighting and failing, and searching all over again. Wash, rinse, and repeat.
He shifts, and he feels the ache of his bones, feels the protest of his muscles and still-raw injuries as he lies down on the raft.
"I'm tired," he whispers to his uncle.
"You should rest, Prince Zuko," Iroh says. Zuko wonders why his uncle keeps using the honorific. He is a prince by birth, but he is a prince with nothing; no throne, no Avatar,
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 6 by NatziWang, literature
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The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 6
Zuko has decided that he hates the North Pole. Hates it.
For the love of Agni, why on earth would these grubby, backward peasants even want to live in such a place? It's cold, desolate, cold, bleak, cold, cold, cold -
Almost as an afterthought, he remembers his breath of fire. He mutters a silent thanks to his uncle, concentrates, and inhales. Slowly, he warms his fingers, his hands, and lets the heat diffuse throughout his body.
Warmed, he straightens himself and takes in his surroundings. He is in a narrow passageway surrounded by walls of ice and snow.
He frowns and placed a hand on the wall behind him. It isn't his imagination. The wa
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 5 by NatziWang, literature
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The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 5
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Five
"I didn't think that the Water tribe girl was your type, Prince Zuko," Iroh says conversationally as he reached for another helping of duck.
At his words, Zuko spits out a mouthful of half-chewed rice and fish.
"What are you talking about Uncle?" he splutters.
"But I suppose she is very pretty," Iroh continues as he takes a sip of tea.
"Uncle," Zuko breathes in deeply, doing his best to resist the urge to set fire to something. "I do not have any romantic feelings for that peasant."
One grey eyebrow rises. "Is that so? You really seemed to enjoy speaking to her just now."
"I was interr
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 4 by NatziWang, literature
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The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 4
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Four
In all the time he has spent trying to capture the Avatar, Zuko has never ever really paid too much attention to the water tribe peasant.
He is certainly paying attention now.
Bound to the tree, the girl glares at him with baleful eyes. For the first time, he sees how lovely she is, the way her eyes are bluer than blue, a pretty contrast against her dusky skin. She is slight, slender and sleek like a graceful fish, or some other kind of water animal.
Water. And he remembers she is the enemy, not the first pretty girl he's had contact with in years, and certainly not one he can attempt to
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 3 by NatziWang, literature
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The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 3
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Three
Author's note: I edited Zuko's bit and replaced it with another oneshot. It wasn't quite the same... beat, or note, or level as Katara's.
That Fire Nation prince, Katara decides, is like a ghost.
He always always seems to appear out of nowhere, absolutely resolute on capturing Aang.
A ghost, and one they cannot avoid.
When she slips into sleep, she dreams hard. She sees her mother again, telling her to look for her father. She sees the black looming figure turn to her, and he wears Zuko's face, his mouth twisted in a scowl, his left eye branded with a scar. She sees the contempt on his
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 2 by NatziWang, literature
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The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 2
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Two
Katara's first reaction when she sees the looming ship is terror. It is like a reminder of her mother's death all over again.
"Sokka look out!" Her terrified shriek rips out of her body almost without her realizing it. Her brother, her stupid egotistical brother is right in front of the ship, ready to defend his family and home.
Idiot.
To her relief, the ship stops just in front of her brother, and he collapses backwards, landing in a large pile of snow. Safe. Unharmed. Thank the spirits.
But it's not over.
The ship lowers it's boarding prow, and like emerging from the mouth of hell, the
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter One by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter One
Once, there was a banished prince.
Zuko inhales deeply through his nose, holds his breath, and lets the air escape his mouth. Meditating, just as his uncle taught him.
Gradually, the movement becomes rhyhmic, natural. Easy, even. His mind concentrates on the image of the candles burning before him, slowly dissecting the burning flames; the orange glow from the yellow flame, and the blue-white center that burns cleanly.
Beneath its bandage, his left eye itches.
Zuko breathes, and tries very hard not to think. About his eye, his father, the impossible task laid ahead of him.
"Prince Zuko?"
Iroh's voice interrupts concentration. He feels i
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Prologue by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Prologue
Once, there was a banished fire prince and a maiden of the water. They lived in a time of cruelty and war, where life was snuffed out as easily as a candle in a breeze.
The prince was one who had learnt suffering from a young age, and led a painful and lonely life. For angering his father and king, he was stripped of his birthright, and banished from his nation. As a result, he was full of rage and pain and loss, and lashed at anyone who came in his way. Though he was not unduly cruel - for he knew enough the sufferings caused but violence - he failed to see the pain he inflicted on others through his words alone.
The water maiden had suffe
A Dragon's Grief
Number of words: 603
Summary: Bah Sing Seh has fallen, and everything is burning. Yet Iroh isn't making any move to lay waste to the city.
Author's comments: Below, because anything would be a spoiler.
All around, everything is burning, burning, burning, leaving nothing but ash and the charred remains of bone, backdropped against a flaming red sky. The moon is a swollen bloated thing, stained red from the deaths it has seen tonight.
Iroh makes his way through the scorched streets of Bah Sing Seh - all the result of his men, his people - and it is like he is seeing, really seeing for the first time.
He doesn't know how h
Confessions of a Drunk Earthbender by NatziWang, literature
Literature
Confessions of a Drunk Earthbender
Note: Written after watching episode 5 of Korra. Great episode for shipping. I'm not sure whether the fic is quite relevant after episode 6 - haven't watched that yet.
Enjoy.
Confessions of a Drunk Earthbender
Bolin wasn't drunk.
He wasn't. Oh no, he wasn't, and he'd punc Tell off anyone who told him otherwise. He'd had some seaweed noodles, with a side of sake. Well, actually more like some sake with a side of seaweed noodles. And another side of sake. And more sake.
Okay, maaaaybe he had a little more alcohol than he should have, but he most definitely wasn't drunk. No one told Bolin to his face that he couldn't hold his liquor.
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 7 by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 7
Humans were built to be able to handle only too much, and Zuko is only human. It is too much, all top much. The heat of battle, the cold, and the sting of failure.
Zuko is tired, bone-tired. He is tired of searching, and fighting and failing, and searching all over again. Wash, rinse, and repeat.
He shifts, and he feels the ache of his bones, feels the protest of his muscles and still-raw injuries as he lies down on the raft.
"I'm tired," he whispers to his uncle.
"You should rest, Prince Zuko," Iroh says. Zuko wonders why his uncle keeps using the honorific. He is a prince by birth, but he is a prince with nothing; no throne, no Avatar,
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 6 by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 6
Zuko has decided that he hates the North Pole. Hates it.
For the love of Agni, why on earth would these grubby, backward peasants even want to live in such a place? It's cold, desolate, cold, bleak, cold, cold, cold -
Almost as an afterthought, he remembers his breath of fire. He mutters a silent thanks to his uncle, concentrates, and inhales. Slowly, he warms his fingers, his hands, and lets the heat diffuse throughout his body.
Warmed, he straightens himself and takes in his surroundings. He is in a narrow passageway surrounded by walls of ice and snow.
He frowns and placed a hand on the wall behind him. It isn't his imagination. The wa
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 5 by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 5
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Five
"I didn't think that the Water tribe girl was your type, Prince Zuko," Iroh says conversationally as he reached for another helping of duck.
At his words, Zuko spits out a mouthful of half-chewed rice and fish.
"What are you talking about Uncle?" he splutters.
"But I suppose she is very pretty," Iroh continues as he takes a sip of tea.
"Uncle," Zuko breathes in deeply, doing his best to resist the urge to set fire to something. "I do not have any romantic feelings for that peasant."
One grey eyebrow rises. "Is that so? You really seemed to enjoy speaking to her just now."
"I was interr
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 4 by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 4
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Four
In all the time he has spent trying to capture the Avatar, Zuko has never ever really paid too much attention to the water tribe peasant.
He is certainly paying attention now.
Bound to the tree, the girl glares at him with baleful eyes. For the first time, he sees how lovely she is, the way her eyes are bluer than blue, a pretty contrast against her dusky skin. She is slight, slender and sleek like a graceful fish, or some other kind of water animal.
Water. And he remembers she is the enemy, not the first pretty girl he's had contact with in years, and certainly not one he can attempt to
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 3 by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 3
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Three
Author's note: I edited Zuko's bit and replaced it with another oneshot. It wasn't quite the same... beat, or note, or level as Katara's.
That Fire Nation prince, Katara decides, is like a ghost.
He always always seems to appear out of nowhere, absolutely resolute on capturing Aang.
A ghost, and one they cannot avoid.
When she slips into sleep, she dreams hard. She sees her mother again, telling her to look for her father. She sees the black looming figure turn to her, and he wears Zuko's face, his mouth twisted in a scowl, his left eye branded with a scar. She sees the contempt on his
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 2 by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter 2
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter Two
Katara's first reaction when she sees the looming ship is terror. It is like a reminder of her mother's death all over again.
"Sokka look out!" Her terrified shriek rips out of her body almost without her realizing it. Her brother, her stupid egotistical brother is right in front of the ship, ready to defend his family and home.
Idiot.
To her relief, the ship stops just in front of her brother, and he collapses backwards, landing in a large pile of snow. Safe. Unharmed. Thank the spirits.
But it's not over.
The ship lowers it's boarding prow, and like emerging from the mouth of hell, the
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter One by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Chapter One
Once, there was a banished prince.
Zuko inhales deeply through his nose, holds his breath, and lets the air escape his mouth. Meditating, just as his uncle taught him.
Gradually, the movement becomes rhyhmic, natural. Easy, even. His mind concentrates on the image of the candles burning before him, slowly dissecting the burning flames; the orange glow from the yellow flame, and the blue-white center that burns cleanly.
Beneath its bandage, his left eye itches.
Zuko breathes, and tries very hard not to think. About his eye, his father, the impossible task laid ahead of him.
"Prince Zuko?"
Iroh's voice interrupts concentration. He feels i
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Prologue by NatziWang, literature
Literature
The Fire Prince and the Water Maiden: Prologue
Once, there was a banished fire prince and a maiden of the water. They lived in a time of cruelty and war, where life was snuffed out as easily as a candle in a breeze.
The prince was one who had learnt suffering from a young age, and led a painful and lonely life. For angering his father and king, he was stripped of his birthright, and banished from his nation. As a result, he was full of rage and pain and loss, and lashed at anyone who came in his way. Though he was not unduly cruel - for he knew enough the sufferings caused but violence - he failed to see the pain he inflicted on others through his words alone.
The water maiden had suffe
A Dragon's Grief
Number of words: 603
Summary: Bah Sing Seh has fallen, and everything is burning. Yet Iroh isn't making any move to lay waste to the city.
Author's comments: Below, because anything would be a spoiler.
All around, everything is burning, burning, burning, leaving nothing but ash and the charred remains of bone, backdropped against a flaming red sky. The moon is a swollen bloated thing, stained red from the deaths it has seen tonight.
Iroh makes his way through the scorched streets of Bah Sing Seh - all the result of his men, his people - and it is like he is seeing, really seeing for the first time.
He doesn't know how h
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Glass lid to the cooking pot, which was sitting on the drying rack exploded. Literally. There were glass shards everywhere - but since it's tempere
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